AN/ not bad eh? I am rather pleased with myself for updating so quickly.
The waters of inspiration are flowing and I am really looking forward to
getting down to the nitty gritty stuff in this chapter.
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Disclaimer: Lookie over there! What? Don't you see it? Seriously, look! Come on! Don't tell me you can't see that Legolas is mine. *Sigh* ok fine, so I borrowed him for a while. But Aragorn is definitely mine, yup yup. There he is over there, vacuuming my bedroom floor. All right already, neither of them belong to me. All I'm doing is borrowing them and the rest of the fellowship plus a few others for today. Then I SWEAR I'll stick them back in their box after I'm done. If you haven't caught on my now that I own NOTHIN, NADDA, ZILCH in this fic, you need help.
Thankyou Nellie (Nomad6) for beta-ing this chapter. Yay for Nellie! She made this chapter spelling and punctuation mistake free! Hopefully. ( Yay! A big chocolate cake for her and a kiss and a cuddle from the elf as her reward.
Ah yes, one more thing. About Cameos. Yeah, I'm still quite happy to put people in, but I thought of something I left out. I need to know what you are like. That's just so I don't offend anyone by either making them too weird, or too boring in the story. All I need is a little note in the review telling me what you're like and then everyone's happy! Yay! Oh yes, all reviewers get big cupcakes with sprinkles and a hug from one character of their choice. Hehe.
One more thing, I had to re-upload this chapter cos something weird happened last time. It looked like the whole chapter was just one big paragraph and there were no spaces between the ANs, the story and the review replies. Sorry about that, I realise that it must have made the chapter quite difficult to read. Hopefully it wont happen again.
Right, here is chapter 10, take 2.
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Chapter 10 ~ wow, double digits!
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Previously in TF&TEND: the adventures continue, Legolas discovered that crowbars are virtually useless against stubborn wooden crates, the fellowship was invited to Haldir's for dinner, the elf, while escaping being walloped on the head, became violently ill when Gimli showed the world his orange Speedos. Aragorn meanwhile, had a bit of trouble finding some pants.
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"Where are we going Lego?" Aragorn called as he raced after the elf down the hallway.
"To get you some pants." Replied Legolas, picking up his car keys. "Hurry up." He called over his shoulder.
The ranger and the elf stepped out the front door and nearly collapsed as forty-degree CELCIUS temperatures hit them in the face. Sweat began pouring off Aragorn's brow almost immediately and the elf looked decidedly uncomfortable in the heat.
"Come on, the car has air conditioning." Said Legolas, making his way over to his precious silver Porsche. "Thank god." He added as he opened to driver's side door. Aragorn went around to the other side and climbed into the passenger seat. The elf closed the door as soon as he had slipped into his seat. He flicked a switch and cool air immediately began the make the whole car feel artic.
"Why do you have your air conditioning so cold?" wondered the ranger as he did up his seat belt.
"It balances out nicely." Legolas explained. "It's like a desert out there, so logically it should feel like the south pole in here." He added as he revved the engine and pulled out of the driveway.
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Back at the fellowship's house, Gandalf was reading and re-reading his dinner party invitation in his bedroom. "No one is going to stop me from wearing what I want." He said to the bedside table.
The wizard heard a knock on the door and bustled over to see who it was who was bothering him when it was clear that he was busy. He opened the door and saw a very distraught Frodo standing out in the hall.
"What?" asked Gandalf irritably, his hands on his hips.
Frodo's bottom lip trembled. "It's Pippin." He said, not far from tears.
"What about Pippin?"
"His parsnip. Percy." Explained Frodo.
"Yes?" said the wizard getting impatient, wishing the hobbit would get to the point.
Frodo burst into tears. "Percy fell in the pool." He blubbered. "Merry thinks he's drowned."
"Why didn't you fish the vegetable out of the pool then?" Gandalf asked, showing extremely unusual logic.
"Because Percy fell in the deep end. It's too deep for us hobbits, and Gimli wouldn't go near the water."
"Why didn't you find Aragorn or that pesky elf?" the wizard wanted to know.
"They're not here." Said Frodo wearily. "And the net that we use for scooping leaves out of the water is inside the back shed."
"So?"
"The keys are on Legolas's key chain."
"And what do you expect me to do about it?" Gandalf asked the hobbit.
Frodo looked reluctant to explain exactly what he and the other hobbits wanted Gandalf to do exactly. "Erm," he began in a small voice, sounding very much like Pippin on helium. "We were hoping you could get Percy out."
"How?" asked the wizard? "You actually want me to get in the water?"
Frodo nodded hopefully, a small smile gracing his features. Gandalf's face fell and he slammed the door in Frodo's, leaving the hobbit outside wondering to himself whether it was something he said.
While Frodo was talking to Gandalf, Merry, Pippin and Sam were all gathered around the swimming pool in the backyard. Pippin was bawling and Merry even looked a little snivelly. Sam just looked thoughtful. He was racking his brains for a way to rescue Percy, even if it mean personally driving to the mall to find Aragorn or Legolas and getting one of them to get Percy out of the pool.
"Oh Percy!" blubbered Pippin. "Why did thou have to leave me so soon?" Merry laid a comforting hand on his cousin's shoulder.
"Don't worry Pip," he said. "The green grocer has some nice bananas."
Pippin gasped, wondering when Merry started thinking such grotesque thoughts. "Bananas?"
Merry nodded, wondering what planet Pip was off on. "Yeah, Bananas, those long things."
"Please someone tell me he's talking about the fruit." Sam muttered to himself.
"How could you be thinking of such things at a time like this?!" Pippin screeched through his tears. "I would expect such perverted thoughts from Gandalf, or Frodo maybe, but you?!"
Merry raised his eyebrows. "I just thought that you might want something to replace Percy. A banana seemed like a good idea." He explained. "I noticed the other day when I went shopping with Frodo and Gimli, that the green grocer has nice bananas." Merry saw the look of horror on his cousin's face and suddenly seemed to wake up to what Pip though he was talking about. "You know, bananas, those yellow fruits? That you peel?"
Pippin and Sam both heaved relieved sighs. "Just as well." Sam remarked.
"Why? What were you thinking?" Merry asked suspiciously.
"Nothing." Chorused the other two.
Pippin gazed back at the water. Percy had accidentally been dropped in the deep end, the end that no one but Aragorn and Legolas, and sometimes Lamoo, would venture into. After all, that was where the pool cleaner lived, and the hobbits were terrified of the machine, which sucked scum and leaves off the bottom of their pool. Dimly the hobbits could see the blurry shape of something about the size of a skinny brick sitting on the bottom of the pool. The shape was Percy the parsnip.
"I cant wait until we go on holidays." Remarked Sam, deciding now would be a good time to change the subject. The other two hobbits agreed wholeheartedly, dismissing Percy out of their minds instantly.
At that moment Frodo came trudging back outside. "Gandalf wont help." He said miserably. "We can either wait until Legolas and Aragorn get back from wherever they went, or leave Percy."
"Maybe we should leave him." Remarked Pippin, wiping his nose on his sleeve. "A proper burial at sea."
"It's a swimming pool Pip." Merry told his cousin.
"So?" Pippin wanted to know. "Same thing isn't it?"
"Uh no." Frodo replied. "Besides, if we do leave Percy there, he will probably decompose and next time Legolas is swimming laps, he'll probably come across the parsnip and we'll all have to listen to the lecture he gives us every time we leave something sitting to fester on the bottom of the pool."
"What have we left down there before?" Merry wanted to know.
"Well," began Frodo. "Aragorn's tap shoes, the cake Gimli made, Haldir's budgerigar," he said, counting the items off on his fingers. "Will Turner, well, actually, that was sort of a good thing." He added. "But we've dropped cd players, printer ink cartridges, incense, week old tuna melt, mouldy blueberry muffins..."
"Ok, we get the point." Merry said, rolling his eyes.
Suddenly Gimli strode out into the backyard. "Have you seen the elf?" he asked.
Pippin nodded. "Yeah, he's tall, got blonde hair, pointy ears, has an unhealthy fondness for green clothes..."
Gimli sighed in annoyance. "What I meant is have you seen him around today? I'd like to discus a little matter involving my yellow knitting wool with him."
"Knitting wool?" Sam asked. "What would mister Legolas do with wool?"
Gimli shrugged, "That is what I wanted to ask him." He replied. "My stock of it has gone missing."
"And why would Legolas want it?" Frodo wanted to know.
Gimli shrugged again. "How should I know? All I know is that I found a strand on blonde hair on my bed spread."
"Isn't Legolas's hair sorta red-ish at the moment?" Pippin wondered.
"Oh." Was the only answer the dwarf came up with, as he realised, to his dismay, that Legolas had not stolen his yellow knitting wool.
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Legolas and Aragorn were driving around in circles in the car park at the mall now, looking for a car space.
"Over there!" yelled the ranger.
"Where?" came the reply.
"There?"
"Where?"
"There!" yelled Aragorn, pointing.
"Where?"
"Right there." replied the ranger before he paused. "Never mind," he remarked as the space disappeared when a little old lady in a fluorescent green car parked there. "Haven't I seen that car somewhere before?" he asked himself.
"No idea." Replied the elf, his eyes still scanning the packed car park for a space.
Aragorn nearly choked when he saw the butterflies painted on the side of the car. The number plate was 'KOG 253'. The ranger knew that this car once used to belong to him. For one thing, not many people owned lime green cars with butterflies, two, KOG stood for King Of Gondor, and 253, was for the 25th of March, Aragorn's birthday.
"Lego!" yelled the ranger. "That's my car!" he yelled.
"I thought yours was parked in the garage." Mused the elf.
"No, remember, it got towed a few weeks ago, cos I parked it at the football field."
"You mean ON the football field." Chuckled Legolas. "I thought you got it back."
"I never did." Replied Aragorn.
"It doesn't matter now. That woman owns it." Said Legolas, as he suddenly spied a car space.
"But it's mine! She isn't a king of Gondor!" Aragorn argued as Legolas put his foot down and the silver Porsche sped around a corner and right into a space, only just managing to avoid colliding with a large green mustang.
"Watch it arsehole!" yelled the driver, winding down his window. Legolas gave him the finger and pulled the key out of the ignition. Evidently the driver of the mustang didn't seem to eager to leave Legolas alone.
"That was my car space!" he argued, opening the door and stepping out. A woman climbed from the passenger seat into the drivers and sat at the wheel. Aragorn was sure he recognised the pair of people. Both of them had long, wavy blonde hair, but it was dark blonde, rather than almost silver like Legolas's hair had been before Haldir decided that the elf's hair should be red.
The guy who had been driving the mustang had hair down to his shoulders and a close-cropped beard and moustache. He was garbed in faded jeans and a T- shirt that had a large horse motif on it. The woman sitting at the wheel wore a white, gauzy top and her hair hung down like a curtain over her face.
Aragorn's attention was turned back to the bloke when he began yelling offensive things at the elf. Legolas was chuckling to himself at the insults, replying with curt, witty remarks.
Realization dawned on Aragorn... "Eomer?" he asked, stepping forward to stop Eomer from breaking Legolas's nose. The man was almost twice as broad across the shoulders but Legolas was a good few inches taller. The elf looked calm, almost like he was enjoying himself.
"Aragorn?" Eomer said, amazed. "What are you doing here?" he asked, forgetting about Legolas and embracing Aragorn.
"Preventing you from killing Legolas." He replied. "Actually we came to buy some pants."
Eomer raised his eyebrows. "What happened to Arwen? I thought you and her were married?" he asked Aragorn. "Hang on a second." He added, stepping back to the car where he instructed the woman, who Aragorn presumed to be his sister Eowyn, to park the car. "Anyway, are you and Legolas together?"
Aragorn gasped and Legolas saw he clearly looked shocked. The ranger regained his composure and shook his head. "No, Lego and I are just friends." He replied. "Arwen called our wedding off."
"Because Aragorn wore his pyjamas." Legolas hissed into Eomer's ear. The man snorted and Aragorn continued.
"What brings you here?" he asked.
Eomer flashed a smile. "Eowyn and I were invited to some dinner thing tonight." He replied. "Got an invitation from some guy, I can't remember who." He said. "Apparently he fought at Helms Deep. Some elf dude."
"Haldir?" Legolas suggested.
"I think might have been it." Replied Eomer. "Say, wasn't he the one with the red cloak who died?"
"Firstly, how would you know he had a red cloak?" Legolas asked. "You didn't arrive until the battle was practically over. And secondly, Haldir didn't die. He just pretended he was dead so no more orcs would attack him."
"He didn't want to really get skewered, so he played dead." Aragorn explained.
"Oh, I see." Replied Eomer awkwardly. There was a clomp clomp of high heels and Eoywn came strutting towards the three.
"You are totally useless at finding car spaces Eomer." She said, rolling her eyes. "There are literally heaps of them just around there," she added, pointing towards a different section of the car park. "Come on!" she urged her brother. "We have to go and buy me dress now."
"Dress?"
Eomer nodded. "Yup, for Haldir's dinner party thingo."
"Right." Replied Aragorn. "Bye then." He added as Eomer and Eoywn disappeared into the elevator.
"Let's go." Said Legolas as he locked the car and pocketed the keys. "I want to get those pants, and go home." He added,
"Fine." Said Aragorn. The pair set off and it wasn't long before they were browsing different clothes shops in search of a decent pair of pants for the ranger.
"Try them, and them and them." Said Legolas, tossing Aragorn three pairs of the same type of pants in three different sizes. Aragorn disappeared without a word into the dressing rooms and emerged again looking like he had just been thrown into a leather jump suit. "No?" Legolas said, tossing his friend another pair and taking the armful back from Aragorn. He put them back on the racks and waited for the ranger to emerge again. He did, and the pants still did not fit. "Try this pair." Legolas said, handing Aragorn yet another pair.
"You nearly done?" Legolas called, leaning on the wall.
"I can't get them off." Said Aragorn from behind the curtain.
"What do you mean you can't get them off?" Legolas wondered.
"Exactly what I said!" came the reply. "I can't get these pants off!"
"What? Is the zipper stuck?"
"No, the fabric is stuck to my legs. It's like that shiny leather stuff that the people in the Matrix have. Except tighter." Replied Aragorn.
"Then just sort of peel them off." The elf said, ignoring the strange glances he was getting from other shoppers. Aragorn replied with a little squeak and told Legolas that he couldn't. "Let me see." Legolas said.
"No!" Aragorn squeaked. "You'll laugh."
"So? Get over it. I'll laugh anyway." Said the elf. "It's just that if we can't figure a way to get them off, you'll be wearing those home, to Haldir's and for the rest of your life."
"Fine." Agreed the ranger reluctantly, pulling aside the curtain just enough for Legolas to stand inside the change room.
The elf tried his best to stifle the chuckles but it was either laugh, or piss himself. Not much choice really. Legolas sniggered as he saw Aragorn's predicament. The ranger was sitting on the bench in the change room, trying to peel the pants off. The pants clung to him like honey.
"Stand up and stand still." Legolas ordered. Aragorn hopped to his feet and Legolas tried to yank down the pants. This was to no avail and just made Aragorn feel even more embarrassed and made Legolas more frustrated. The elf tried to rid his friend of the pants for a good ten minutes, grunting in frustration as he tried.
A voice floated in from the other side of the curtain. "Excuse me sir,"
Legolas stuck his head out the curtain. "What?"
The sales girl looked taken aback. "There's two of you in there?!" she asked, stunned.
Legolas nodded. "Yeah, I can't get my friend's pants off." He explained.
All of a sudden, Lamoo and Mr Bean appeared and Mr Bean proceeded to strangle the authoress for being so perverted and thinking stranger than usual thoughts in this chapter.
"FIRST GIMLI IN SPEEDOS NOW THIS!" he yelled, choking Lamoo.
"What can I say?" she wondered. "Too much sugar."
"You always blame it on the sugar!" argued Mr Bean before both of them disappeared in a puff of bright purple smoke.
"Okay then." Said the sales girl, thinking that she was in desperate need of some coffee, and/or some sane company.
"Would you mind helping me get Estel's pants off?" Legolas asked politely.
The sales girl took that simple statement entirely the wrong way and she left, screaming blue murder. Legolas shook his head and closed the curtain again.
"What did she say?" Aragorn wanted to know.
"She didn't say very much." The elf replied, tugging at the bottom of the pants. "She just looked at me strangely before she ran away."
"Hmm, strange girl." Remarked the ranger with a shrug.
Legolas heaved a sigh. "I think we might be getting these pants." He said, glancing at Aragorn. The ranger's shoulders slumped. "It's ok," Legolas said, trying to cheer his buddy up. "They're quite nice. Besides, a little bit of butter and they'll come right off once we get home." He added. "Go and pick another pair." He said. "I doubt you'll want to be wearing that pair to Haldir's once we buttered them."
"Okay." Said the ranger, perking up a bit. He skipped out of the change room and quickly selected a pair of smart blue trousers.
"Happy?" Legolas asked, suddenly spying something. "Wait for me at the checkout." He told Aragorn before he began delving through racks of clothes. He found what he was looking for. "What do you think?" he asked, holding up a pale purple paisley shirt.
"I've seen it somewhere before." Remarked Aragorn thoughtfully.
The elf shrugged. "I like it." He said before he picked out a few other things. Aragorn didn't get to see what they were exactly before Legolas took him and their purchases over to the cash register.
"How are you today?" asked the sales clerk.
"Very well thankyou." Replied the elf politely.
"Is that all?" asked the clerk once he'd finished putting Legolas's purchases into a bag.
"And these ones too please." He added before he motioned for Aragorn to sit up on the counter. The clerk did little more than raise an eyebrow before he punched a few buttons on the cash register.
"That'll be seventy four dollars please." He said. Legolas handed him the money and the clerk handed the elf the bags. "Have a nice day."
"You too." Replied the elf before he and Aragorn strode out of the store. "Well, that's done." He sighed. "I don't think I could take any more of mustard orange trousers."
"Wha?"
"The orange pants? Didn't you see them?" wondered Legolas. His query was met with a slow shake of the head. "They were horrible." He said with a shake of the head. "I want to go home." He remarked.
"Me too." Replied Aragorn. The pair set off back to the car, bags swinging.
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TBC
AN/ that chapter didn't take very long at all to write. I had this really great idea for something too, but it never made it into this chapter. I can probably squeeze it into the next one, so stay tuned.
Also, the fellowship will be embarking on their lovely holiday soon. Just warning you.
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Okay, reviews.
DaredevilX: Do I take it that you liked the last one? Judging by the huge amount of giggles I think its pretty safe to assume so. I think its also pretty safe to assume that there is more than one frying pan of doom... arg, evil spawn. You'd better now let Legolas see that frying pan, or he might be forced to chop you into little bitty pieces with a spoon. Yes, rightio then. But of course Legolas is wonderful, why wouldn't he be. I am so sorry I had to make him see the dwarf in Speedos, but that part was just a bit of a running joke with a friend. Glad you found it somewhat amusing, if not wholly disturbing. And I hope you are satisfied with Aragorn's pants. Well, put it this way, you had better be, because for the time being, they are stuck. Oh yes, and I'm sure if you ask Legolas nicely he'll recommend a good pharmacy where he gets his happy pills from. Sometimes they run out though, but neat sugar is an excellent substitute. Thankyou so much for the reviews, now I feel all warm and fuzzy. (
Leggie: longer review! Now bad there Leggie! Hey, do you think other people reading this bit will wonder why the hell you are called Leggie when it is quite clear you're life mission is to hunt him down and stuff him in a blender. Say, that gives me an evil idea. Sorry I didn't manage to stick my evil idea I had last time in this chapter, I should be able to put it in the next one, hopefully. Ah yes, terribly sorry about you being scared for life... how do you think I feel? I WROTE IT! Now it haunts me. Mwa haa haa, that was sugar. But if you continue to have bad mental images of Gimli, then I think I can recommend a good doctor... Arwen. Mwa haa haa. Erm yes right, I definitely think I am way too hypo for my own good. Mwa. Luv ya. Actually, wait, one more thing... the one thing that annoys me about you... STOP THANKING ME! Please! If you say 'thanks for posting up that chapter' or something similar one more time, I will be forced to hire Legolas and Arwen to put YOU in a blender. Hehe. I am evil. Toodles. Mwa.
Nomad6: and heaps and heaps and heaps and heaps and heaps and heaps and heaps and heaps and heaps and heaps and heaps and heaps and heaps and heaps and heaps and heaps and heaps and heaps and heaps and heaps and heaps and heaps and heaps and heaps and heaps and heaps and heaps and heaps and heaps and heaps and heaps and heaps and heaps and heaps and heaps and heaps and heaps and heaps and heaps and heaps and heaps and heaps and heaps and heaps and heaps and heaps and heaps and heaps and heaps and heaps and heaps and heaps and heaps and heaps and heaps and heaps and heaps and heaps and heaps and heaps. *Cough cough.* you get the idea. I wasn't being sarcastic when you said that I miss your erm, 'inspiration'. I really don't think this story is going to be the same... probably quite disturbing instead of amusing now. Ah well, at least I have you beta-ing, which helps me retain what's left of my sanity. Hehe. And this IS wasted web space! I dubbed it wasted web space, so wasted web space it shall remain forever more! Yes, rightio. Ah yes, rolls of loo paper in handbags are very useful, especially during teary scenes of movies. I wish LOTR hadn't ended. Hey, you know what? They have set it up perfectly for a sequel... despite the fact that it will never happen... one little problem, Tolkien can't really write anymore. Hmm, maybe they'll do the hobbit, that would be seriously cool. Hehe. Wait, maybe not... no Leggie. ( I do love Leggsie dearest, my obsession is bordering on very unhealthy. I am running out of wall space... too many posters. Wait, you can never have too many posters of Legolas. Hehe. Oh dear, I have to go now and make a salad for dinner... I'm serious... cucumber is yucky. Just thought I'd add that. Toodles then. Ah yes, you don't really have to both editing the replies is make to reviews, people aren't going to mind grammatical errors there so much. Don't waste your time chummy. So toodles then. Miss you heaps, as always. Oh yeah, before I forget, I heard you saw Rach a few days ago... I'm not sure how many a few is, rach told me via msn. Ok, salad time.
Aelimir: you really think the last chapter was the best in a long time? Dinner party should be fun. Wanna come? But then again, the vacation will be the best thing I have ever written hopefully. Ah yes, certainly, a Cameo for you *waves magic wand* there you are. Do you mind where I put you in? or do you have any preferences. And yes, there will be more pirates; I do love the silly pair. And Gollum, hmm, maybe he could be a flight hostess. I like the tux idea for the dinner party, that sounds cool. And you're right, it would be interesting to see what colour he ends up when tanned. Hope this chapter passed your careful inspection. Thanks for reviewing. (
Marissa03: hello there chummy. You've started your next chap? Yay! I am so very very happy now! And I do wish all guys were like the fab five, actually, some regular guys can be ok, but I know a hell of a lot that should be shoved in blenders. Actually, Legolas is better than the fav five... being an elf certainly helps. But yeah, I love the fab five, not only are they just so damn entertaining, but they are really sweet and cute too. Anywhoosies, thanks for reviewing, I really love t hear what you have to say about this. Toodles.
Oddwen - The Lone PFR Fan: you hadn't watched POTC before then?! Where have you been? Oh well, you've seen it now. I wish you'd told me you hadn't seen it, cos then I might have made will and jack a little easier to understand... actually, they're weird enough even after having watched the movie, and they are so OOC in this fic it doesn't really matter. You really should watch Queer eye for the straight eye, then all the Fab Five stuff would make sense. There's five of them, obviously, and they're so sweet. Anywhoosies, thanks for the reviews.
Anelith Wood: hellosies how's life? I wish our teachers would just let us do whatever we wanted on the net. But sadly, they are all complete mingy poos and ban us from the Internet if we even so much as mention something on the Internet that might be 'un-educational' grr. Stupid teachers. Anyway, very very pleased that you liked the last chapter. I have a ton of fun writing it and it is always nice when someone enjoys reading it as much as I enjoyed coming up with it. Lego... Speedos... mwa. Yum. Sorry I scared you for life with Gimli and his orange ones. Wont happen again... well, not in the immediate future anyway. Mwa haa haa. I got the ROTK soundtrack for Chrissie... would have preferred an elf... but who wouldn't. And yes of course you can have a cameo. Any particular place you want to appear? Or will you just leave it to my imagination? Doesn't make much difference to me, I'm glad that you still want to be involved. One Cameo coming up. *Waves magic wand* rightio, this reply is almost longer than the initial review you sent me. Thanks for sticking with me. Hope you liked this chappie.
Elenya: randomness would have to be one of the sweetest things in the world. Except Legolas. Mwa. Screwdrivers on the other hand are about as random as it gets. I was just thinking up odd things to put in Legolas's wardrobe when I thought about a friend of mine. He won a screwdriver set at archery. Yup, archery... and its quite strange cos he hates Legolas. Yes, anyway, now I'm the one being random. Ooh, would you like me to find a way that the screwdrivers ended up in Leggie's wardrobe? And Aragorn is dim... only Pippin is dimmer really. And if you want to give Lego mouth-to-mouth resuscitation, you'll have to beat me to it. Ai Pippin, what a little goofball. And I agree wholeheartedly, international flights suck... way too long. Actually Bali from Sydney is ok, only 4 hours compared to the 9 it takes to get the Thailand. I like the idea of Merry and Pippin in the overhead luggage compartment. Hehe. Think I might use that one. Thankyou so, so much for reviewing, hope you liked this chappie, cos it was almost as random as the previous one.
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Thankyou guys, as I have said before and will say time and time again, reviews are wonderful, so keep em coming!
Love Lamoo.
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Disclaimer: Lookie over there! What? Don't you see it? Seriously, look! Come on! Don't tell me you can't see that Legolas is mine. *Sigh* ok fine, so I borrowed him for a while. But Aragorn is definitely mine, yup yup. There he is over there, vacuuming my bedroom floor. All right already, neither of them belong to me. All I'm doing is borrowing them and the rest of the fellowship plus a few others for today. Then I SWEAR I'll stick them back in their box after I'm done. If you haven't caught on my now that I own NOTHIN, NADDA, ZILCH in this fic, you need help.
Thankyou Nellie (Nomad6) for beta-ing this chapter. Yay for Nellie! She made this chapter spelling and punctuation mistake free! Hopefully. ( Yay! A big chocolate cake for her and a kiss and a cuddle from the elf as her reward.
Ah yes, one more thing. About Cameos. Yeah, I'm still quite happy to put people in, but I thought of something I left out. I need to know what you are like. That's just so I don't offend anyone by either making them too weird, or too boring in the story. All I need is a little note in the review telling me what you're like and then everyone's happy! Yay! Oh yes, all reviewers get big cupcakes with sprinkles and a hug from one character of their choice. Hehe.
One more thing, I had to re-upload this chapter cos something weird happened last time. It looked like the whole chapter was just one big paragraph and there were no spaces between the ANs, the story and the review replies. Sorry about that, I realise that it must have made the chapter quite difficult to read. Hopefully it wont happen again.
Right, here is chapter 10, take 2.
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Chapter 10 ~ wow, double digits!
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Previously in TF&TEND: the adventures continue, Legolas discovered that crowbars are virtually useless against stubborn wooden crates, the fellowship was invited to Haldir's for dinner, the elf, while escaping being walloped on the head, became violently ill when Gimli showed the world his orange Speedos. Aragorn meanwhile, had a bit of trouble finding some pants.
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"Where are we going Lego?" Aragorn called as he raced after the elf down the hallway.
"To get you some pants." Replied Legolas, picking up his car keys. "Hurry up." He called over his shoulder.
The ranger and the elf stepped out the front door and nearly collapsed as forty-degree CELCIUS temperatures hit them in the face. Sweat began pouring off Aragorn's brow almost immediately and the elf looked decidedly uncomfortable in the heat.
"Come on, the car has air conditioning." Said Legolas, making his way over to his precious silver Porsche. "Thank god." He added as he opened to driver's side door. Aragorn went around to the other side and climbed into the passenger seat. The elf closed the door as soon as he had slipped into his seat. He flicked a switch and cool air immediately began the make the whole car feel artic.
"Why do you have your air conditioning so cold?" wondered the ranger as he did up his seat belt.
"It balances out nicely." Legolas explained. "It's like a desert out there, so logically it should feel like the south pole in here." He added as he revved the engine and pulled out of the driveway.
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Back at the fellowship's house, Gandalf was reading and re-reading his dinner party invitation in his bedroom. "No one is going to stop me from wearing what I want." He said to the bedside table.
The wizard heard a knock on the door and bustled over to see who it was who was bothering him when it was clear that he was busy. He opened the door and saw a very distraught Frodo standing out in the hall.
"What?" asked Gandalf irritably, his hands on his hips.
Frodo's bottom lip trembled. "It's Pippin." He said, not far from tears.
"What about Pippin?"
"His parsnip. Percy." Explained Frodo.
"Yes?" said the wizard getting impatient, wishing the hobbit would get to the point.
Frodo burst into tears. "Percy fell in the pool." He blubbered. "Merry thinks he's drowned."
"Why didn't you fish the vegetable out of the pool then?" Gandalf asked, showing extremely unusual logic.
"Because Percy fell in the deep end. It's too deep for us hobbits, and Gimli wouldn't go near the water."
"Why didn't you find Aragorn or that pesky elf?" the wizard wanted to know.
"They're not here." Said Frodo wearily. "And the net that we use for scooping leaves out of the water is inside the back shed."
"So?"
"The keys are on Legolas's key chain."
"And what do you expect me to do about it?" Gandalf asked the hobbit.
Frodo looked reluctant to explain exactly what he and the other hobbits wanted Gandalf to do exactly. "Erm," he began in a small voice, sounding very much like Pippin on helium. "We were hoping you could get Percy out."
"How?" asked the wizard? "You actually want me to get in the water?"
Frodo nodded hopefully, a small smile gracing his features. Gandalf's face fell and he slammed the door in Frodo's, leaving the hobbit outside wondering to himself whether it was something he said.
While Frodo was talking to Gandalf, Merry, Pippin and Sam were all gathered around the swimming pool in the backyard. Pippin was bawling and Merry even looked a little snivelly. Sam just looked thoughtful. He was racking his brains for a way to rescue Percy, even if it mean personally driving to the mall to find Aragorn or Legolas and getting one of them to get Percy out of the pool.
"Oh Percy!" blubbered Pippin. "Why did thou have to leave me so soon?" Merry laid a comforting hand on his cousin's shoulder.
"Don't worry Pip," he said. "The green grocer has some nice bananas."
Pippin gasped, wondering when Merry started thinking such grotesque thoughts. "Bananas?"
Merry nodded, wondering what planet Pip was off on. "Yeah, Bananas, those long things."
"Please someone tell me he's talking about the fruit." Sam muttered to himself.
"How could you be thinking of such things at a time like this?!" Pippin screeched through his tears. "I would expect such perverted thoughts from Gandalf, or Frodo maybe, but you?!"
Merry raised his eyebrows. "I just thought that you might want something to replace Percy. A banana seemed like a good idea." He explained. "I noticed the other day when I went shopping with Frodo and Gimli, that the green grocer has nice bananas." Merry saw the look of horror on his cousin's face and suddenly seemed to wake up to what Pip though he was talking about. "You know, bananas, those yellow fruits? That you peel?"
Pippin and Sam both heaved relieved sighs. "Just as well." Sam remarked.
"Why? What were you thinking?" Merry asked suspiciously.
"Nothing." Chorused the other two.
Pippin gazed back at the water. Percy had accidentally been dropped in the deep end, the end that no one but Aragorn and Legolas, and sometimes Lamoo, would venture into. After all, that was where the pool cleaner lived, and the hobbits were terrified of the machine, which sucked scum and leaves off the bottom of their pool. Dimly the hobbits could see the blurry shape of something about the size of a skinny brick sitting on the bottom of the pool. The shape was Percy the parsnip.
"I cant wait until we go on holidays." Remarked Sam, deciding now would be a good time to change the subject. The other two hobbits agreed wholeheartedly, dismissing Percy out of their minds instantly.
At that moment Frodo came trudging back outside. "Gandalf wont help." He said miserably. "We can either wait until Legolas and Aragorn get back from wherever they went, or leave Percy."
"Maybe we should leave him." Remarked Pippin, wiping his nose on his sleeve. "A proper burial at sea."
"It's a swimming pool Pip." Merry told his cousin.
"So?" Pippin wanted to know. "Same thing isn't it?"
"Uh no." Frodo replied. "Besides, if we do leave Percy there, he will probably decompose and next time Legolas is swimming laps, he'll probably come across the parsnip and we'll all have to listen to the lecture he gives us every time we leave something sitting to fester on the bottom of the pool."
"What have we left down there before?" Merry wanted to know.
"Well," began Frodo. "Aragorn's tap shoes, the cake Gimli made, Haldir's budgerigar," he said, counting the items off on his fingers. "Will Turner, well, actually, that was sort of a good thing." He added. "But we've dropped cd players, printer ink cartridges, incense, week old tuna melt, mouldy blueberry muffins..."
"Ok, we get the point." Merry said, rolling his eyes.
Suddenly Gimli strode out into the backyard. "Have you seen the elf?" he asked.
Pippin nodded. "Yeah, he's tall, got blonde hair, pointy ears, has an unhealthy fondness for green clothes..."
Gimli sighed in annoyance. "What I meant is have you seen him around today? I'd like to discus a little matter involving my yellow knitting wool with him."
"Knitting wool?" Sam asked. "What would mister Legolas do with wool?"
Gimli shrugged, "That is what I wanted to ask him." He replied. "My stock of it has gone missing."
"And why would Legolas want it?" Frodo wanted to know.
Gimli shrugged again. "How should I know? All I know is that I found a strand on blonde hair on my bed spread."
"Isn't Legolas's hair sorta red-ish at the moment?" Pippin wondered.
"Oh." Was the only answer the dwarf came up with, as he realised, to his dismay, that Legolas had not stolen his yellow knitting wool.
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Legolas and Aragorn were driving around in circles in the car park at the mall now, looking for a car space.
"Over there!" yelled the ranger.
"Where?" came the reply.
"There?"
"Where?"
"There!" yelled Aragorn, pointing.
"Where?"
"Right there." replied the ranger before he paused. "Never mind," he remarked as the space disappeared when a little old lady in a fluorescent green car parked there. "Haven't I seen that car somewhere before?" he asked himself.
"No idea." Replied the elf, his eyes still scanning the packed car park for a space.
Aragorn nearly choked when he saw the butterflies painted on the side of the car. The number plate was 'KOG 253'. The ranger knew that this car once used to belong to him. For one thing, not many people owned lime green cars with butterflies, two, KOG stood for King Of Gondor, and 253, was for the 25th of March, Aragorn's birthday.
"Lego!" yelled the ranger. "That's my car!" he yelled.
"I thought yours was parked in the garage." Mused the elf.
"No, remember, it got towed a few weeks ago, cos I parked it at the football field."
"You mean ON the football field." Chuckled Legolas. "I thought you got it back."
"I never did." Replied Aragorn.
"It doesn't matter now. That woman owns it." Said Legolas, as he suddenly spied a car space.
"But it's mine! She isn't a king of Gondor!" Aragorn argued as Legolas put his foot down and the silver Porsche sped around a corner and right into a space, only just managing to avoid colliding with a large green mustang.
"Watch it arsehole!" yelled the driver, winding down his window. Legolas gave him the finger and pulled the key out of the ignition. Evidently the driver of the mustang didn't seem to eager to leave Legolas alone.
"That was my car space!" he argued, opening the door and stepping out. A woman climbed from the passenger seat into the drivers and sat at the wheel. Aragorn was sure he recognised the pair of people. Both of them had long, wavy blonde hair, but it was dark blonde, rather than almost silver like Legolas's hair had been before Haldir decided that the elf's hair should be red.
The guy who had been driving the mustang had hair down to his shoulders and a close-cropped beard and moustache. He was garbed in faded jeans and a T- shirt that had a large horse motif on it. The woman sitting at the wheel wore a white, gauzy top and her hair hung down like a curtain over her face.
Aragorn's attention was turned back to the bloke when he began yelling offensive things at the elf. Legolas was chuckling to himself at the insults, replying with curt, witty remarks.
Realization dawned on Aragorn... "Eomer?" he asked, stepping forward to stop Eomer from breaking Legolas's nose. The man was almost twice as broad across the shoulders but Legolas was a good few inches taller. The elf looked calm, almost like he was enjoying himself.
"Aragorn?" Eomer said, amazed. "What are you doing here?" he asked, forgetting about Legolas and embracing Aragorn.
"Preventing you from killing Legolas." He replied. "Actually we came to buy some pants."
Eomer raised his eyebrows. "What happened to Arwen? I thought you and her were married?" he asked Aragorn. "Hang on a second." He added, stepping back to the car where he instructed the woman, who Aragorn presumed to be his sister Eowyn, to park the car. "Anyway, are you and Legolas together?"
Aragorn gasped and Legolas saw he clearly looked shocked. The ranger regained his composure and shook his head. "No, Lego and I are just friends." He replied. "Arwen called our wedding off."
"Because Aragorn wore his pyjamas." Legolas hissed into Eomer's ear. The man snorted and Aragorn continued.
"What brings you here?" he asked.
Eomer flashed a smile. "Eowyn and I were invited to some dinner thing tonight." He replied. "Got an invitation from some guy, I can't remember who." He said. "Apparently he fought at Helms Deep. Some elf dude."
"Haldir?" Legolas suggested.
"I think might have been it." Replied Eomer. "Say, wasn't he the one with the red cloak who died?"
"Firstly, how would you know he had a red cloak?" Legolas asked. "You didn't arrive until the battle was practically over. And secondly, Haldir didn't die. He just pretended he was dead so no more orcs would attack him."
"He didn't want to really get skewered, so he played dead." Aragorn explained.
"Oh, I see." Replied Eomer awkwardly. There was a clomp clomp of high heels and Eoywn came strutting towards the three.
"You are totally useless at finding car spaces Eomer." She said, rolling her eyes. "There are literally heaps of them just around there," she added, pointing towards a different section of the car park. "Come on!" she urged her brother. "We have to go and buy me dress now."
"Dress?"
Eomer nodded. "Yup, for Haldir's dinner party thingo."
"Right." Replied Aragorn. "Bye then." He added as Eomer and Eoywn disappeared into the elevator.
"Let's go." Said Legolas as he locked the car and pocketed the keys. "I want to get those pants, and go home." He added,
"Fine." Said Aragorn. The pair set off and it wasn't long before they were browsing different clothes shops in search of a decent pair of pants for the ranger.
"Try them, and them and them." Said Legolas, tossing Aragorn three pairs of the same type of pants in three different sizes. Aragorn disappeared without a word into the dressing rooms and emerged again looking like he had just been thrown into a leather jump suit. "No?" Legolas said, tossing his friend another pair and taking the armful back from Aragorn. He put them back on the racks and waited for the ranger to emerge again. He did, and the pants still did not fit. "Try this pair." Legolas said, handing Aragorn yet another pair.
"You nearly done?" Legolas called, leaning on the wall.
"I can't get them off." Said Aragorn from behind the curtain.
"What do you mean you can't get them off?" Legolas wondered.
"Exactly what I said!" came the reply. "I can't get these pants off!"
"What? Is the zipper stuck?"
"No, the fabric is stuck to my legs. It's like that shiny leather stuff that the people in the Matrix have. Except tighter." Replied Aragorn.
"Then just sort of peel them off." The elf said, ignoring the strange glances he was getting from other shoppers. Aragorn replied with a little squeak and told Legolas that he couldn't. "Let me see." Legolas said.
"No!" Aragorn squeaked. "You'll laugh."
"So? Get over it. I'll laugh anyway." Said the elf. "It's just that if we can't figure a way to get them off, you'll be wearing those home, to Haldir's and for the rest of your life."
"Fine." Agreed the ranger reluctantly, pulling aside the curtain just enough for Legolas to stand inside the change room.
The elf tried his best to stifle the chuckles but it was either laugh, or piss himself. Not much choice really. Legolas sniggered as he saw Aragorn's predicament. The ranger was sitting on the bench in the change room, trying to peel the pants off. The pants clung to him like honey.
"Stand up and stand still." Legolas ordered. Aragorn hopped to his feet and Legolas tried to yank down the pants. This was to no avail and just made Aragorn feel even more embarrassed and made Legolas more frustrated. The elf tried to rid his friend of the pants for a good ten minutes, grunting in frustration as he tried.
A voice floated in from the other side of the curtain. "Excuse me sir,"
Legolas stuck his head out the curtain. "What?"
The sales girl looked taken aback. "There's two of you in there?!" she asked, stunned.
Legolas nodded. "Yeah, I can't get my friend's pants off." He explained.
All of a sudden, Lamoo and Mr Bean appeared and Mr Bean proceeded to strangle the authoress for being so perverted and thinking stranger than usual thoughts in this chapter.
"FIRST GIMLI IN SPEEDOS NOW THIS!" he yelled, choking Lamoo.
"What can I say?" she wondered. "Too much sugar."
"You always blame it on the sugar!" argued Mr Bean before both of them disappeared in a puff of bright purple smoke.
"Okay then." Said the sales girl, thinking that she was in desperate need of some coffee, and/or some sane company.
"Would you mind helping me get Estel's pants off?" Legolas asked politely.
The sales girl took that simple statement entirely the wrong way and she left, screaming blue murder. Legolas shook his head and closed the curtain again.
"What did she say?" Aragorn wanted to know.
"She didn't say very much." The elf replied, tugging at the bottom of the pants. "She just looked at me strangely before she ran away."
"Hmm, strange girl." Remarked the ranger with a shrug.
Legolas heaved a sigh. "I think we might be getting these pants." He said, glancing at Aragorn. The ranger's shoulders slumped. "It's ok," Legolas said, trying to cheer his buddy up. "They're quite nice. Besides, a little bit of butter and they'll come right off once we get home." He added. "Go and pick another pair." He said. "I doubt you'll want to be wearing that pair to Haldir's once we buttered them."
"Okay." Said the ranger, perking up a bit. He skipped out of the change room and quickly selected a pair of smart blue trousers.
"Happy?" Legolas asked, suddenly spying something. "Wait for me at the checkout." He told Aragorn before he began delving through racks of clothes. He found what he was looking for. "What do you think?" he asked, holding up a pale purple paisley shirt.
"I've seen it somewhere before." Remarked Aragorn thoughtfully.
The elf shrugged. "I like it." He said before he picked out a few other things. Aragorn didn't get to see what they were exactly before Legolas took him and their purchases over to the cash register.
"How are you today?" asked the sales clerk.
"Very well thankyou." Replied the elf politely.
"Is that all?" asked the clerk once he'd finished putting Legolas's purchases into a bag.
"And these ones too please." He added before he motioned for Aragorn to sit up on the counter. The clerk did little more than raise an eyebrow before he punched a few buttons on the cash register.
"That'll be seventy four dollars please." He said. Legolas handed him the money and the clerk handed the elf the bags. "Have a nice day."
"You too." Replied the elf before he and Aragorn strode out of the store. "Well, that's done." He sighed. "I don't think I could take any more of mustard orange trousers."
"Wha?"
"The orange pants? Didn't you see them?" wondered Legolas. His query was met with a slow shake of the head. "They were horrible." He said with a shake of the head. "I want to go home." He remarked.
"Me too." Replied Aragorn. The pair set off back to the car, bags swinging.
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TBC
AN/ that chapter didn't take very long at all to write. I had this really great idea for something too, but it never made it into this chapter. I can probably squeeze it into the next one, so stay tuned.
Also, the fellowship will be embarking on their lovely holiday soon. Just warning you.
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Okay, reviews.
DaredevilX: Do I take it that you liked the last one? Judging by the huge amount of giggles I think its pretty safe to assume so. I think its also pretty safe to assume that there is more than one frying pan of doom... arg, evil spawn. You'd better now let Legolas see that frying pan, or he might be forced to chop you into little bitty pieces with a spoon. Yes, rightio then. But of course Legolas is wonderful, why wouldn't he be. I am so sorry I had to make him see the dwarf in Speedos, but that part was just a bit of a running joke with a friend. Glad you found it somewhat amusing, if not wholly disturbing. And I hope you are satisfied with Aragorn's pants. Well, put it this way, you had better be, because for the time being, they are stuck. Oh yes, and I'm sure if you ask Legolas nicely he'll recommend a good pharmacy where he gets his happy pills from. Sometimes they run out though, but neat sugar is an excellent substitute. Thankyou so much for the reviews, now I feel all warm and fuzzy. (
Leggie: longer review! Now bad there Leggie! Hey, do you think other people reading this bit will wonder why the hell you are called Leggie when it is quite clear you're life mission is to hunt him down and stuff him in a blender. Say, that gives me an evil idea. Sorry I didn't manage to stick my evil idea I had last time in this chapter, I should be able to put it in the next one, hopefully. Ah yes, terribly sorry about you being scared for life... how do you think I feel? I WROTE IT! Now it haunts me. Mwa haa haa, that was sugar. But if you continue to have bad mental images of Gimli, then I think I can recommend a good doctor... Arwen. Mwa haa haa. Erm yes right, I definitely think I am way too hypo for my own good. Mwa. Luv ya. Actually, wait, one more thing... the one thing that annoys me about you... STOP THANKING ME! Please! If you say 'thanks for posting up that chapter' or something similar one more time, I will be forced to hire Legolas and Arwen to put YOU in a blender. Hehe. I am evil. Toodles. Mwa.
Nomad6: and heaps and heaps and heaps and heaps and heaps and heaps and heaps and heaps and heaps and heaps and heaps and heaps and heaps and heaps and heaps and heaps and heaps and heaps and heaps and heaps and heaps and heaps and heaps and heaps and heaps and heaps and heaps and heaps and heaps and heaps and heaps and heaps and heaps and heaps and heaps and heaps and heaps and heaps and heaps and heaps and heaps and heaps and heaps and heaps and heaps and heaps and heaps and heaps and heaps and heaps and heaps and heaps and heaps and heaps and heaps and heaps and heaps and heaps and heaps and heaps. *Cough cough.* you get the idea. I wasn't being sarcastic when you said that I miss your erm, 'inspiration'. I really don't think this story is going to be the same... probably quite disturbing instead of amusing now. Ah well, at least I have you beta-ing, which helps me retain what's left of my sanity. Hehe. And this IS wasted web space! I dubbed it wasted web space, so wasted web space it shall remain forever more! Yes, rightio. Ah yes, rolls of loo paper in handbags are very useful, especially during teary scenes of movies. I wish LOTR hadn't ended. Hey, you know what? They have set it up perfectly for a sequel... despite the fact that it will never happen... one little problem, Tolkien can't really write anymore. Hmm, maybe they'll do the hobbit, that would be seriously cool. Hehe. Wait, maybe not... no Leggie. ( I do love Leggsie dearest, my obsession is bordering on very unhealthy. I am running out of wall space... too many posters. Wait, you can never have too many posters of Legolas. Hehe. Oh dear, I have to go now and make a salad for dinner... I'm serious... cucumber is yucky. Just thought I'd add that. Toodles then. Ah yes, you don't really have to both editing the replies is make to reviews, people aren't going to mind grammatical errors there so much. Don't waste your time chummy. So toodles then. Miss you heaps, as always. Oh yeah, before I forget, I heard you saw Rach a few days ago... I'm not sure how many a few is, rach told me via msn. Ok, salad time.
Aelimir: you really think the last chapter was the best in a long time? Dinner party should be fun. Wanna come? But then again, the vacation will be the best thing I have ever written hopefully. Ah yes, certainly, a Cameo for you *waves magic wand* there you are. Do you mind where I put you in? or do you have any preferences. And yes, there will be more pirates; I do love the silly pair. And Gollum, hmm, maybe he could be a flight hostess. I like the tux idea for the dinner party, that sounds cool. And you're right, it would be interesting to see what colour he ends up when tanned. Hope this chapter passed your careful inspection. Thanks for reviewing. (
Marissa03: hello there chummy. You've started your next chap? Yay! I am so very very happy now! And I do wish all guys were like the fab five, actually, some regular guys can be ok, but I know a hell of a lot that should be shoved in blenders. Actually, Legolas is better than the fav five... being an elf certainly helps. But yeah, I love the fab five, not only are they just so damn entertaining, but they are really sweet and cute too. Anywhoosies, thanks for reviewing, I really love t hear what you have to say about this. Toodles.
Oddwen - The Lone PFR Fan: you hadn't watched POTC before then?! Where have you been? Oh well, you've seen it now. I wish you'd told me you hadn't seen it, cos then I might have made will and jack a little easier to understand... actually, they're weird enough even after having watched the movie, and they are so OOC in this fic it doesn't really matter. You really should watch Queer eye for the straight eye, then all the Fab Five stuff would make sense. There's five of them, obviously, and they're so sweet. Anywhoosies, thanks for the reviews.
Anelith Wood: hellosies how's life? I wish our teachers would just let us do whatever we wanted on the net. But sadly, they are all complete mingy poos and ban us from the Internet if we even so much as mention something on the Internet that might be 'un-educational' grr. Stupid teachers. Anyway, very very pleased that you liked the last chapter. I have a ton of fun writing it and it is always nice when someone enjoys reading it as much as I enjoyed coming up with it. Lego... Speedos... mwa. Yum. Sorry I scared you for life with Gimli and his orange ones. Wont happen again... well, not in the immediate future anyway. Mwa haa haa. I got the ROTK soundtrack for Chrissie... would have preferred an elf... but who wouldn't. And yes of course you can have a cameo. Any particular place you want to appear? Or will you just leave it to my imagination? Doesn't make much difference to me, I'm glad that you still want to be involved. One Cameo coming up. *Waves magic wand* rightio, this reply is almost longer than the initial review you sent me. Thanks for sticking with me. Hope you liked this chappie.
Elenya: randomness would have to be one of the sweetest things in the world. Except Legolas. Mwa. Screwdrivers on the other hand are about as random as it gets. I was just thinking up odd things to put in Legolas's wardrobe when I thought about a friend of mine. He won a screwdriver set at archery. Yup, archery... and its quite strange cos he hates Legolas. Yes, anyway, now I'm the one being random. Ooh, would you like me to find a way that the screwdrivers ended up in Leggie's wardrobe? And Aragorn is dim... only Pippin is dimmer really. And if you want to give Lego mouth-to-mouth resuscitation, you'll have to beat me to it. Ai Pippin, what a little goofball. And I agree wholeheartedly, international flights suck... way too long. Actually Bali from Sydney is ok, only 4 hours compared to the 9 it takes to get the Thailand. I like the idea of Merry and Pippin in the overhead luggage compartment. Hehe. Think I might use that one. Thankyou so, so much for reviewing, hope you liked this chappie, cos it was almost as random as the previous one.
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Thankyou guys, as I have said before and will say time and time again, reviews are wonderful, so keep em coming!
Love Lamoo.
