Another chapter. Nickel has decided physics is fun and has decided to test Thud's law on Mandy ASAP. Nickel wonders if this will harm Mandy's brain. Wait . . . You can't harm a brain if there isn't one!
And now we bring in a character not mentioned on our bio. Yes, he is based on someone real. Scott is Allie's special friend whom Nickel calls "Lamp Post." He wants to be a brain surgeon. We don't like brain surgeons. End of Story. (Kelsey: Hey! My daddy wanted to be a neurosurgeon, but it would've taken too long after he had gotten his degree, so he stuck with being a chiropractor. No instulting of neurosurgeons, please!)
Disclaimer: Drat! That little thing called "Money" did not get it for me. It's true. Tear "Money" can't buy Happiness! I don't own The Lord of the Rings! Though it'd be cool if I owned the LHC ring which makessmall atomic particles collide. But I don't. "Tears up." I don't even remember what it's called. (Kelsey: I think Nickel should not have gone to the Professor Gates lecture . . . BTW, it was called "Lords of the Ring." I went, but Mandy didn't. It was pretty interesting.)
Another Grand Entrance
We may have walked around all of Imladris, or we may have skipped around the guest bedrooms. I wouldn't know, because I was too busy staring at Legolas until–
"Ow!"
"Snap out of it, Mandy!" Nicole hissed before skipping after Aragorn. "So . . . where are the clothes, Nitwit?" Aragorn glared at her. "What?"
"Come on, Nickel." Allie pulled Nicole away from Aragorn, who was beginning to draw his sword. "Hey! Here's a room marked 'Closet'. Wonder what's in it?"
"Hmm . . . I wonder," I muttered sarcastically before looking around. "Hey! Where's Kelsey?" We looked at each other.
"Shoot." Allie smacked her forehead. "We left her alone around clothes." However, none of us wanted to search for her, so we ended up checking out the closet. Dude, there was some awesome stuff! Gorgeous dresses in every color and almost every style of dress.
"Ooo…pretty!" Nicole grabbed at a dress. We browsed for a while, until—
"Hey, guys!" We turned. Kelsey was waltzing around the hallway in a stunning, dark blue dress with red sleeves . . .
"Kelsey, where'd you get that?" I whispered. Kelsey opened her mouth but–
"Ada! My favorite dress is gone!" The four of us girls looked at each other, an evil grin lighting up Kelsey's face.
"See ya!" I giggled and the four of us raced down the hallway, leaving Aragorn and Legolas looking quite bewildered.
"What just happened?"
"Trick-or-treat!" we called as we knocked on a random door. Elladan looked out to see Arwen, Legolas, a funny looking, blonde'Gandalf'and–
"What are you?"
"I'm a gypsy!" Allie jingled the rope of coins on her skirt. "Now, give us candy!"
"Gladly."
If you haven't guessed by now, Kelsey was dressed as Arwen with a stolen dress and wig. Nicole was a 'Gandalf', who looked more like a witch with blond hair - The only resemblencebeing the grey clothes (hat included) and stick - and I was Legolas in my easy, homemade costume. Yet, it was Allie's that was the most complicated. She had to cut up an Elven dress to make it look like she was wearing a tank-top that showed her stomach and a skirt above the ankles. She'd sewn a bunch of coins from her wallet in her book bag onto her skirt. But never ask me how she did it, because I have absolutely no idea. I think Nickel helped her - she does funny things with thread.
We visited lots of friendly Elves–they were only friendly because they thought Kelsey was Arwen, and we had threatened them–before we stopped to check out our candy.
"Chocolate thingy . . ."
"Chewy thingy . . ."
"Bread . . ."
"Rock!" (That was me.)
"I'm already bored," Allie moaned. "Valar, I wish some other friends were here, like…like…Scott!" Nicole slapped her.
"Idiot!"
"What?"
"Supposedly, when you use 'Valar,' you get what you want. And I don't think anyone, besides you, wants Scott to come to—"
"Bloody—"
"Who's cussing! No cussing!" Kelsey shouted, whirling around.
"Oh, crud." I ducked behind Nicole.
"Oh, Scott!" Allie squealed, perking up considerably. Scott stared at her.
"Blo-" Kelsey whacked him.
"No cussing!" She shouted.
"Yeah, watch your language, Scott!" Nicole yelled. Scott grimaced before sweeping Allie in his arms.
"Allie!" Allie hugged him back, grinning.
"Oh, my gosh." Kelsey and I stalked off. Those two just weren't appealing to us. Thank goodness everyone else, except the lovebirds, followed us . . . and Nicole, that is . . .
"Big hug for Lamp Post!" she yelled, using Scott's nickname. She promptly squeezed the life out of Scott and Allie by hugging them both at the same time. "Big . . . Big . . . Hug . . ."
"Nicole!" We all groaned as we grabbed and dragged her away.
"Some Halloween," I muttered under my breath when we reached our suite. Kelsey, who had heard me, agreed.
"You could say that, again."
"You know, we're not all going to fit in this room anymore." I remarked. "I mean, there's two beds in that one bedroom, one in mine, and the couch." I counted on my fingers. "We need one more bed if we're going to fit that git—I mean, Scott, in here."
"I've got an idea!" Kelsey giggled, then raced into the room next door. Some noise exploded from inside, and a moment later, Kelsey reappeared.
"There's a room next to us now." She announced. "I assume Scott's going to be in there."
"Yeah…" I said slowly. "But, you know Allie. She'll want to be with Scott and all that now that he's here…"
"Hey, lay off on Allie." Nicole ordered from the couch. "I mean, you'd do the same if it were Tom…"
"No I wouldn't!" I corrected, my face flushing. " I'm smart!"
"And Allie isn't?" Nicole retorted. I bit my lip to keep my real thoughts out. "Anyway, leave a message for Scott on our door. Allie'll bring him here 'cause she knows this place and they'll share a hug or kiss, whatever they're doing now, before they retire to their own respectable rooms. Allie will be in here."
"Fine." I replied, leaving and falling asleep the instant my head hit the pillow.
The next morning, Allie wasn't in our suite.
Scott's Grand Entrance. Yeah. Mandy! I command you NOT to do what you did in Moria. Just have them hang around a little longer. Don't be lazy! (Kelsey: Nickel, you're spoiling it! Objection, Your Honor! I move that the author's note be stricken from the record. In other words, pay absolutely no attention to what Nickel just said . . . She's trying to spoil Moria . . . We don't want her to do that, do we now? )
