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Disclaimer: I don't own LotR. In fact, I don't think I even own my title. That's sad.
The Days Fly By
Amazingly, she did get beyond the rules of grammar but not past simple, common phrases. The rest our stay was extremely uneventful, but it's always nice to know what's going on, right?
After Mandy's birthday was Thanksgiving. Not much happened there. I mean, Kelsey made a huge deal out of not having turkey in Middle-earth, but, in the end, she just make a scrumptious apple pie and said to any who would hear, "Happy Thanksgiving!"
In the beginning of December, Mandy thought it'd be fun to celebrate Hanukkah. She lit up only eight candles in all of Rivendell, causing many people to get lost or run into walls looming in the dark distance. I just wished I would have had a video camera because Elves running into architectural structures was perfect "America's Funniest Home Videos" material.
And then, there was Christmas . . .
It was December 24 and, thankfully, all the lamps and torches had been lit. Mandy lounged on the couch, wrapping presents and listening to her DAP, which she had found from further inspection of her school bag. Kelsey was softly singing Christmas carols while tapping her foot and stringing candles together and placing them in patterns on the counter. And I, well . . . I was trying to find a miniature Christmas tree.
"Ugh!" I turned away from the window, scowling. "I swear! There are no Christmas tree-look-alikes in Rivendell!"
"Well, what did you expect?" Mandy commented, using one of her famous sayings. "I mean, we couldn't find anything that looked remotely like a turkey. Just, this time, don't freak out like Kelsey."
"Hey!" Kelsey frowned. "I did not freak out at all!"
"Oh, really?" Mandy retorted. "Then what do you call no turkey, one girl and five bewildered Elves all covered in food later?"
"Be quiet," Kelsey ordered, embarrassed.
"Guys? Stay on topic," I groaned. "Where are we going to get a tree? And stockings?" Mandy frowned, then brightened. She reached into her bag and pulled out four long socks.
"Here are our stockings!" she announced, throwing them on the coffee table.
"Where'd you get these?" Kelsey inquired, picking one up.
"They're my gym socks," Mandy admitted. Kelsey dropped the sock, squealing in disgust.
"EW!"
"Hey! I washed – or, had them washed by the cleaning Elf-maid. So, they're okay. Besides, I was taking them to school for gym after my mom had washed them," Mandy defended. "Anyway, we've got the stockings. Now, what about a tree?"
"Dunno," I sighed. I then slumped into my room, opened the wardrobe and pulled out the long purple cloak that resided there, wrapping it around me.
"Where are you going?" Mandy asked when I hopped out of my room, pulling on one heavy boot after another.
"I'm going to find a tree," I replied.
"Oooh . . . Can I come?" she asked. I shrugged as she raced into her room, coming out in clunky boots identical to mine and a dark green cloak. "Let's go!" she giggled, zooming out the door. Kelsey and I shared a glance and a shrug before I followed Mandy. By the time I found her, she was busy staring at a bunch of shrubs, pointing and muttering. "No . . . No . . . NO!"
"Come on, Mandy," I called, walking down a dirt path, sweeping my dress regally. Mandy skipped up, her cloak flailing behind her.
"What about that one?" she wondered, pointing at a little bush. I stared at her quizzically.
"Mandy. That's a fat bush, not, a Christmas tree," I observed.
"Then how about this one?"
"No. It's too skinny."
"This one?"
"No–"
"Oooh . . . How about this one?"
"No."
"This one?"
"NO!"
"Oh! This one's perfect! How abo–"
"FOR THE LAST TIME!" I shouted, whirling around before freezing. Mandy was pointing at a medium-sized tree. It was about as tall as me, was very conical and had a pine tree aroma. I grinned broadly. "This is it," I announced, striding up to it. Then, I grabbed the trunk of the tree and pulled upward.
"Nickel? What are you doing?" Mandy asked, watching me amusedly.
"I'm trying to get the tree out so we can put it in our rooms and decorate it. Without killing it," I grunted. When I decided that the tree was NOT going to budge, I backed away, panting. "Okay, this isn't working."
"Of course, it isn't," Mandy smirked, starting down the path.
"Hey! Wait up!"
"No! You stay here by the tree!" she called over her shoulder. "I'll be right back!" She vanished into the waning light. I sat down and wrapped my cloak around me once more.
"Lady Nicole!" I jerked up and looked around. Elrohir was coming toward me.
"What's up?" I asked since his face looked full of distress.
"It's . . . It's . . . Oh, you are needed at once!" I stood up and raced after Elrohir who had broken into a sprint.
"Elrohir!" I gasped, unable to keep up with his long gait. "What's wrong?" But he didn't answer as he raced into his house. We sprinted along several hallways until I heard some yelling and banging in one hall. Elves were popping out of their rooms to find out what was going on, and, though I could only guess, I had a pretty good idea of what was going on.
Elrohir lead me to a room and pointed at it, straining a smile. I arched an eyebrow at him before opening the door.
"GIVE ME THAT AXE!"
"NEVER!"
"YOU STUPID DWARF! I NEED TO CUT A CHRISTMAS TREE!"
"NOT WITH MY AXE!"
"STOP IT! THIS IS MY HOUSE, AND I DEMAND YOU TO–"
"CUT THE CHATTER, DRESS-MAN!" I slapped my forehead. Mandy and Gimli had both of their hands on Gimli's axe. It was slicing the curtains and sofas as well as cutting the wood as they fought over it. Elrond was ducking as they screamed at each other, trying to be the boss, as the other dwarves peeked out of their bedroom doors.
"Mandy!" Everyone froze except for Gimli, who tugged his axe away. "We do NOT kill trees! Get a shovel and some Elf hunkies, you idiot!"
"No!" Elrond ordered. "I forbid you to dig up any of my trees! They are my prized trees–"
"Kind of like your prized mannequin," Mandy muttered.
"Silence!" Elrond bellowed.
"Never!" Mandy argued.
"Yes!"
"No!"
"Yes!"
"Yes!"
"NO! ARRRRGH! That's IT!" Elrond snapped, breathing hard. "I want the entire Fellowship out of here tomorrow! First, it was Legolas with his hair care products." Here, Mandy flushed and felt her pockets for safe-keeping. "Then, Aragorn just had to have Anduril cleaned with a specific oil. And the Hobbits are constantly eating. Oh, and Gandalf needed his staff to look just gnarled enough. And, now, you girls and Gimli and his AXE! No! I've had it!" Elrond pointed a condemning finger to the door. "Get out, get out, get OUT! You are all going to leave tomorrow! Including the Fellowship! I've had enough of this! Now GET OUT!" Mandy and I shared a frightened look before running out, skidding to a stop in our room.
Kelsey's head snapped up.
"Whoa . . . What happened to you guys? You've been gone for about an hour," she informed us. I looked at myself and Mandy. We didn't look that bad . . . We were just sweating and a little disheveled. Okay . . . Maybe we were a lot disheveled.
Mandy walked across the room into her bedroom, scowling. "We have to leave tomorrow!" she yelled.
"Well, no duh," Kelsey replied. "That's when we're supposed to leave."
"Doesn't matter. We've still got to pack!" Kelsey paused.
"Oh, yeah . . ."
"Yeah. So . . . Mandy's already packing . . . I guess . . ." I walked into my bedroom. "So, I'll be packing, too. Especially since I'm all ready for tonight."
"What's going on tonight?" Kelsey called, but I was already absorbed in deciding what I wanted to wear while we were running all over Middle-earth.
I love reviews! And bold letters! Mwahahahahaha! Okay, that was just creepy...
Agreed!
Running? I never volunteered to run - just walk, or float, or fly . . .but not run. I don't do running.
You're off topic Nickel. Please review persons! You know, why do people do that? They say persons instead of people! People's the plural, persons! Respect that! I love to rant...hahahaha!
Whatever. If you people agree that the Christmas tree should be saved - REVEIW
If you don't, well than still reveiw. We like reveiws. Mandy thencan give out hand more cookies, cause they came in yesterday and we baked the cookie dough.
