Gabrielle: First off, cool name! you get a hug! hugs Gabrielle is my real name so...:) I'm glad you like it:):)

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Okay enjoy the chapter. I think I fixed the 'shutter' 'shudder' problem. I hope. Oh, I normally update daily (execpt Saturday, Sunday, and Monday) and I would post a chapter tomorrow but I'm going to a water park to chaperone little children, eat free pizza, and finish rereading The Sil. Have a good day!

Chapter twelve

Alcohol is not good for you

"What are you doing? Get off me!" screamed Sauron.

Gwen lay snoring on top of Sauron. In the dark she did not find her own bed but that of Sauron's and he was not happy. He pushed her off his bed.

"I said get off me!"

Gwen still lay snoring on the floor even after she hit it with a sharp thud. At this Morgoth awoke and looked over. He sat up in bed and furled his eyebrows.

"What is going on?" he demanded.

Sauron shrugged.

"I awoke to find Gwen sleeping on top of me. I think she's drunk," Sauron replied.

Morgoth rolled his eyes and got out of bed. He picked her off the floor and put her on her own bed. Through all this she continued to sleep.

It was then Morgoth realised that he might as well get up and get ready for the day.

"Bloody hell, it's going to be another wonderful day at camp. You know we've only been here four days and I'm already sick of it," Morgoth said as he put his shoes on.

"I'm sick of it too," Sauron replied.

Morgoth thought for a moment.

"We need to do something to the campers and staff alike," Morgoth finally concluded.

"But what?" Sauron asked.

Morgoth glanced down at Gwen and an idea hit him.

"Oh I know exactly what we're going to do," he replied with a laugh.

--

The dining hall was full of campers exchanging stories and laughing at retarded jokes. Gwen was the only staff member who had not shown up for breakfast and Kisha was getting worried. When Morgoth and Sauron walked into the hall

(No doubt they're planning something, Kisha thought)

she went over to them.

"Where's Gwen?" Kisha asked.

"She's still sleeping and she reeks of alcohol," Sauron replied.

Kisha huffed.

"Damnit, she knows not to get drunk like that. I wonder how much she had last night," Kisha said to herself.

"You know we could wake her up for you," Morgoth suggested.

Kisha shook her head.

"No, remember last time? I'm not having another morning wasted with baseball bat attacks," Kisha replied.

Morgoth shuddered.

"Good idea."

Morgoth and Sauron sat down with their plate of food and began eating. Kisha sat across from them and next to Fëanor and Elanor Gamgee.

"So what do we do today?" Fëanor asked after he took a bite of toast.

Kisha swallowed a swig from her cup of coffee.

"Well this week is arts and crafts week and so the main projects will be done by Fëanor, his sons, and Celebrimbor," Kisha explained.

Fëanor nearly choked on his toast.

"What? Oh I don't have any idea what to do!" he exclaimed.

"You mean you haven't thought about it?" Kisha practically yelled.

"Well just show them how you made the Silmarils," Sauron suggested.

"Yes and Celebrimbor can teach them how to forge rings. That could take an entire week," Kisha put in.

"Is that such a good idea though? I mean what if Sauron forges a master ring to control all the other rings," Elanor said.

Sauron rolled his eyes.

"You forge so many rings and then you get labelled!" he exclaimed throwing his hands up.

"Well it is true you know," Kisha said.

"Oh shut up."

--

After breakfast had finished Kisha called everyone into the Great Hall for morning announcements. When everyone had settled down Kisha started.

"Okay everybody! Today starts arts and crafts week at camp and so Fëanor, his sons and Celebrimbor will be teaching lessons on forging and metal work. Now the arts and crafts hall is not big enough for all three hundred and fifty of you so half of you will have arts and crafts from now until eleven-thirty. Then the other half will have it from eleven-thirty until one. The group going first will be Numenor. While Mordor waits until eleven-thirty they will be staying here in the Great Hall to play games including Mafia, wake up Gwen, tag, but most importantly: wake up Gwen. Now I don't want to take up any time for Fëanor and the start of his arts and crafts activity. So have fun Numenor and when you are finished please come back to the Great Hall. Have a good morning!"

When she had finished her morning announcements the campers living in the Numenor dorm left to go to the arts and crafts building. When they had all left there were only one hundred and seventy-five campers and half of the staff.

"Miss. Day, what do we do now?" Kash Durham of second floor Mordor asked.

"Well before we play another game we shall play a very fun and exciting game called wake up Gwen," she explained.

"How do you play that?" Kash asked.

"Well you will go in groups of three and try to wake Gwen up who is sleeping in her room. The fellow staff members have dubbed it Angband because Morgoth and Sauron also share that room," Kisha said.

"Is she really asleep?" one of Kash's roommates, Dennis, asked.

Kisha shook her head.

"No, of course she's not. It's just a game remember?"

--

Kash, Dennis, and Kash's sister, Claire, walked down the staff dorm and found Gwen's room. They could hear her snoring from a mile away.

"Maybe she really is sleeping," Claire said.

Kash shrugged.

"I don't know."

The three stood in front of the door and waited.

"So, who wants to open the door?" Kash asked.

This was met with a short series of 'not it!' in which Kash ended up swearing because he said it last. Giving a sigh, he pushed the door open and found Gwen lying peacefully on her bed sleeping.

"So how do we wake her up?" Claire asked.

"Should we try poking her?" Dennis suggested.

"Would that really work?"

"It's worth a try," Claire said.

The three walked up to Gwen's bed and Dennis poked her with his finger. She rolled over and continued to sleep.

"I don't think that worked," Kash exclaimed.

"Shut up Kash," Dennis said.

"Oh stop your bitching," Kash then exclaimed in a whiny voice.

"How about water?" Claire then suggested getting the two to stop bickering at each other.

Kash nodded.

"That should work! But what can we use to fill the water up?"

Claire looked around the room and found an empty gallon water jug next to Gwen's bed. She picked it up and went into the bathroom to fill it up. When she returned Dennis took the honours of pouring its contents on Gwen.

--

"SON OF A COCKER SPANIEL!"

Gwen's scream was heard all the way to the Great Hall and it was then that Kisha realised the three had succeeded in wakening her up. Five minutes later the three campers ran into the Great Hall with a very soaking wet Gwen in close pursuit.

"Kisha! What the bloody hell? I was sleeping!"

Kisha nodded.

"Yes I know. Do you have any idea what time it is?"

Gwen shrugged.

"Eight in the morning?" she asked.

Kisha shook her head.

"It is now getting close to ten-thirty. You've missed breakfast and morning announcements," Kisha replied.

Gwen held her head and winced.

"Can I go back to bed? My head hurts," Gwen asked.

Kisha shook her head.

"No you may not. It was your choice to go out to a pub last night not mine."

Gwen rolled her eyes.

"Well you had a hand in it. If you hadn't taken that picture then maybe I wouldn't have gone to the pub," Gwen replied.

"But you still went to the pub, and you still had a drink and you still have to work today. This is your job if you don't remember," Kisha stated.

"I know, I know."

"Go get cleaned up and be back here for eleven," Kisha commanded.

"Sure thing," Gwen replied as she turned around and walked out of the Great Hall.

After she had left Kisha sighed.

After this I am defiantly looking for a new job. This is fun and all but drunken staff members? I can't deal with this.

"Why is Gwen angry?" Karen Wynn asked.

Kisha shrugged.

"I really don't know," she replied though she had a good idea in mind.

--

Gwen returned to the Great Hall at eleven just like Kisha asked but she didn't look all that happy. At the moment the campers were engaged in a game of indoor tag and the couches counted as safety. Even the staff members were getting involved. At the moment Aulë was it. He dashed across the room and tagged Morgoth who had just come in before Gwen.

"Morgoth's it!" he yelled out.

Morgoth rolled his eyes and caught Gwen's stare.

"Oh I'm going to get you!" he yelled out running across the Great Hall. Gwen let out an 'eep' and began running. Her drunken haze was beginning to wear off as she realised the Dark Lord was getting closer.

"Gwen! The couches are safety!" Kisha called out.

Breathing a sigh of relief she ran faster and jumped onto one of the many couches lining the Great Hall.

"Damnit! I'll get you next time!" Morgoth screamed out before turning around and finding someone else to tag. He defiantly did not like being it.

He finally succeeded in tagging a camper by the name of Giles and he in turn tagged Dennis. The game continued on until everyone was exhausted and nobody felt like running anymore. A few campers felt like passing out on the couches but the staff members got to them first.

Gwen was just about ready to slip into a peaceful sleep when she heard the tired campers moan and get up to go to arts and crafts. She then heard the noise of chatty teenagers who were not tired entering into the Great Hall.

"This is so exciting! I can't believe we get to make rings!" one of the campers exclaimed.

One of her friends nodded her head vigorously.

"It's defiantly exciting!"

Kisha had a hard time quieting them all down. It appeared that today Fëanor discussed the history of metal work and Celebrimbor talked about forging rings. They then said that tomorrow they would begin forging rings, swords, and other various objects.

Sauron sat sulking on one of the couches.

"I can't believe they're making rings and I'm not allowed in the arts and crafts hall, nor allowed to make my own ring," he said with his arms crossed over his chest.

Morgoth rolled his eyes.

"You do know that a ring of power was a very stupid idea right?"

"It was not!"

"Was too!"

"Was not!"

"Was too!"

"Shut up!" Kisha bellowed above their booming voices. Once Sauron and Morgoth calmed down Kisha explained to them their next activity: an hour and a half of tag inside the Great Hall. A few campers moaned a few looked ready to go and some looked absolutely petrified.

"Okay so let's begin! Gollum has volunteered to start. The couches are safety. Okay let's go!"

"We wants to tag them, precious!" Gollum hissed as he went after a camper.

--

While Kisha was occupied with tag in the Great Hall, Morgoth and Sauron slipped out unnoticed to anybody. They slinked their way to the kitchen and, first making sure nobody was in there, entered the kitchen and began fulfilling Morgoth's master plot.

--

An hour and twenty-five minutes later none of the campers felt like they could move. Gwen was really happy with herself; no one had tagged her or had come after her. Even if it looked as if someone might attempt to tag her she would jump on the couch and sit there until the person was across the room. This strategy proved excellent as Gwen was one of the only ones who was not tired at the end of the hour and a half. Kisha rang the lunch bell and everyone first went to the kitchen to get their food and then headed over to the dining hall.

--

"Hello Bilbo, how are you today?" Gwen asked taking a seat next to him.

Bilbo nodded enthusiastically.

"I'm doing well today, except for all the running in the Great Hall that is. I'm glad I had kitchen duty today and therefore did not have to play tag a second time," Bilbo replied taking a bite out of a seedcake.

Gwen eyed her food suspiciously. For some reason she did not feel safe eating it.

"Were you in the kitchen the entire time?" Gwen asked.

Bilbo shook his head no.

"No, after we finished, around twelve-thirty, the hobbits and I went for a walk," Bilbo replied.

Gwen tried to think what was making her so suspicious of the food and racked her brain trying to come up with a reasonable response. She then remembered that Morgoth and Sauron were not in the Great Hall playing tag for maybe ten minutes. Her stomach made a hissing sound and Gwen looked around. The campers looked to be fine and so did the staff but something wasn't setting right. She looked down the table and saw that both Morgoth and Sauron looked to be in a deviously clever happy mood.

They did something, she thought.

Then she saw that they weren't drinking anything but were, in fact, eating.

The drinks! Please don't tell me they drugged the drinks!

Gwen dropped her head in her right hand and sighed.

I hate Tuesdays.