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Disclaimer: I don't even own my dress! Wails. And it's such a pretty dress! Brightens. But I get to make a pretty green one this summer! Oh yeah . . . I don't own LotR.

So What are we Doing?

Kelsey's PoV

Finished with putting on a combination of my Bare Escentuals and MAC make-up, I emerged from Nicole's bathroom twirling in a beautiful navy blue dress.

"Perfect," Nicole stated, admiring the gold and silver entwined on the hems. It had a low v-neck, though not too low, and silver chiffon sleeves that reached my knees. A sterling silver belt rested on my waist, much resembling young stems. I pointed my toe in my little silver slipper as I prepared to do the "Waltz."

"Yeah . . .It's perfect." I raised my head up, grinning. "And yours isn't all that bad either." Nicole's face flushed slightly.

"Thanks," she murmured, swishing the skirt of her dress. It was a dark purple, except for the sleeves, which were a light shade of purple chiffon, like lilac. Silver chain stitches swirled around her v-neck and lilac straps rested on her shoulders. To add a little extra, a silver coiled rope wrapped around her waist.

"Okay. I'm almost ready," Mandy's voice floated out of her bathroom. "You all can go ahead."

"No. We want to wait for you!" Nicole called.

"And I don't even know where we're going!" I added irritably.

"Well . . . Go ahead!"

"Mandy," Nicole snapped, pulling our her "amazing" key. "We're going together!" She unlocked the door and flung it open before freezing. "Oh . . . My GOSH!"

"Shut the door!" Mandy yelped.

"No! You are not going dressed like that!" Nicole dragged Mandy out of the room.

"Mandy!" I scolded. "Please tell me you are kidding me!" Out of the three of us, I was the one with the best sense of style and fashion. Let's just say that any and all taste that Mandy had had clearly left her mind when she was dressing. She was wearing a dark blue tunic with black leggings and her hair was pulled back in a scrunchie and pinned up with a jeweled clip.

"What?" she asked, trying to inch back into the bathroom.

"Mandy. It's Christmas Eve! Lighten up!" Nicole grabbed her and pulled the pin out of Mandy's hair.

"Hey!" Mandy grabbed for her pin, but Nicole dodged her.

"Mandy. It is now about 7:05. It starts at 7:30–"

"What starts at 7:30?" I interrupted.

"And you-know-who will be there. Do you want to disappoint him?"

"Who?" I whined as Mandy hung her head.

"No." she mumbled.

"Good." Nicole pushed Mandy into her room and shut the door in my face. "This'll only take a minute, Kelsey!"

"Yeah, right," I yelled sarcastically, going over to the couch and flopping down. Their argument sounded like one a mother and daughter might have.

"Well, how's this dress?"

"It's light blue."

"So?"

"No! I guess I like the green one . . ."

"That one? Ew. No. Not with your complexion!"

"But it's my favorite color."

"No . . . Oh! Here!"

"WHAT!"

"Just put it on."

"Bu–"

"Now!" There was some scuffling before silence, then . . . "What do you think? Come out." A door opened.

"It's . . . Well . . ."

"You look so gorgeous." Nicole breathed. "Hang on, let me just–"

"Ow!"

"Well, stop moving!"

"Oh . . . Okay." I tapped my foot edgily, groaned, stood and grabbed a snack from the kitchen while Nicole groomed Mandy. "Ow, ow, OW!" I chewed on the Elvish cookie I had found in the kitchen.

"Are you guys done YET?" I shouted, annoyed. Suddenly, the door opened all of the way and Nicole stepped out.

"Presenting our Elvish-fashion deprived friend, Mandy!" Nicole announced. I applauded mockingly.

"Shut up," Mandy grumbled, stepping out. My jaw dropped. Mandy's hair was curled at the bottom and draped over her shoulders elegantly. Her dress had a low, wide v-neck that rested on the edge of her shoulders. It was a deep red except for the bodice, which was a light pink. The hems were embroidered with golden flowers and a golden waistline ended in a "v" on her left hip.

"Wow . . ." I whistled. "Amanda, I didn't know you could clean up so well!"

"Be quiet," she muttered, half-embarrassed and half-angry at my comment, before she took the attention off of herself. "Come on. We need to get going."

"Where?" I shouted.

"Not yet. We've got a minute. Just grab a bite to eat and then we'll go." Nicole announced. So we all grabbed another Elvish cookie thing, ate it, andleft for the dining hall. Nicole lead the way, I followed and Mandy brought up the rear, trying to hide as we regally entered into the hall. There were a couple of stares, mainly at Nicole and me, to tell you the truth.

We walked over to Elrond and Nicole trotted right up to his face.

"So, how ya doin'?" she asked, placing her elbow on his shoulder. Elrond stiffened.

"Get off of me," he ordered through gritted teeth.

"Your call," Nicole shrugged, stalking off. Mandy cast a glance around the room, spotted Legolas and raced over to him, sneaking into the conversation he was having with Aragorn. When Nicole left Elrond, she was whisked away by Allie and Scott, who we hadn't seen socially in a while. And I stood there, feeling forlorn, until Elladan and Elrohir pulled me into their conversation.

"So, you guys are going with the Fellowship?" Elladan shook his head.

"Yeah, so?" I asked.

"Those poor guys," Elrohir sighed dramatically. "And Aragorn thought the could escape some torture . . ."

"Hey! I am not torture. If you think I'm torture, try spending a day with a love-sick Mandy and an insane Nicole!" I grinned, gently shoving Elrohir, "Anyway, we're not a part of their group. We're just following them."

"Yeah. You've got me there. Well, I guess–"

"We'll miss you guys. But we might–"

"See you sooner than you thing."

"Oh, you'd be surprised," I answered smugly.

"Oh, really?"


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