I'm so sorry for the late update! My Silmarillion AU has literally taken over my life.

slushee5: Of course! Though it's not what anyone would expect... ;D

This chapter is alternatively titled "Everyone Is Bi And Nothing Hurts" If that offends you: I'm not sorry.

Okay so we're getting more development with Michael and Scott, some advancement as far as the plot goes, and a scheming, meddling Fellowship. Also, prepare for the social worker next chapter!

I have facecasts for the OC's on my profile, as well as their singing voices, so yeah that's a thing.

Underlined text is in Elvish.

Dedicated to my brother, who's going through a rough time right now and is loved more than he understands.

Legolas slid into his seat next to Aragorn as Michael cautiously went into the back room looking for Lucy. "She suspects." He said to Aragorn under his breath. "Michael is going to speak with her now."

Aragorn nodded and sipped at his coffee, glancing over to the door. Through the small window, he saw Michael wince like he had a knife stuck in him. "Do you think she is dangerous?" He asked his friend.

Legolas shrugged. "Well, she threatened me. But I think she is merely protective. Michael said that she has seen him through many terrible things."

Aragorn raised his eyebrows, though he couldn't say he was surprised. For all Michael and Gabriel joked, he could see that they truly depended on each other for support, and were protective of each other beyond the normal bond between brothers. As he thought this over, the door to the room opened, and Lucy flounced out with a mischievous grin on her face. "Scott is not my boyfriend, Lucy!" Michael groaned as he followed her. He glanced at the Fellowship and lowered his voice, a faint blush coloring his cheeks.

" 'Boyfriend'?" Legolas muttered.

"Uh-huh. Keep telling yourself that, honey." Lucy winked at him and earned a scowl from the boy. "Well you'll have a chance to tell him yourself, because here he comes." She leaned on the counter and smirked at Michael's head snapped up, his eyes widening.

The door opened, and another young man entered. Aragorn could see the hesitation in his step and the nervousness in his smile and wave to Michael, which he returned. "Hey." The new man said in a breathy voice. "Just, uh... stopping by for some coffee."

"Same as usual?" Michael was trying his hardest to keep a straight face as his blush worsened. Why was he-?

Oh. Oh, Valar.

Aragorn turned away from the scene to try and hide his smile. Legolas was fighting down laughter and disguised it as a coughing fit. "What?" Boromir asked. "What's so funny-?"

"Keep your voice down." Aragorn said before nodding to where Michael was leaning over to see something on the other man's machine, both of them flushed bright red. Boromir's eyes widened, and Legolas had to disguise his laughter again. Michael gave them a dirty look, and they sobered up.

"The old man asked if I was his 'bashert' earlier." Legolas whispered quietly. "Estel, are you thinking what I am?"

He slowly grinned and nodded, leaning back and taking another sip from his coffee as Legolas stood up and hurried over to Lucy. He whispered in her ear, and she nodded, hiding her smile with her hand. Michael was pretending to be busy and was focused on the man - Scott, presumably - so he didn't notice until it was too late when Legolas swung over the counter and draped his arm over his shoulders. "Oh, Master Michael." Legolas drew out the title. The Hobbits dissolved into a fit of laughter as Michael froze. "Do come and sit with us, we have much we wish to discuss with you..."

"Lawrence." Michael's voice was so falsely pleasant that Aragorn started to crack up. "I'm gonna give you one chance to get off of me before I punt you through the window-."

"Oh, come on, Master Michael." Lucy purred as she took his arm with an exaggerated wink. "We all are just dying to get you alone..."

Michael stared straight forward with a stony expression on his face as Aragorn hid his face in his hands with laughter and Boromir stared at them with horror. Scott was bright red, staring at his device with an expression that could turn the strongest man into ash. Michael tried to worm his way out of their grip, but only made it worse as both Legolas and Lucy tightened their grips on him, spouting off more ridiculous nonsense every instant. Even Gandalf was laughing at their antics. Finally, Scott slammed his machine shut and stuffed it into his bag, standing up abruptly. That made the two blondes stop, staring at him in surprise. "I can see you're busy." Scott said in poorly disguised jealousy. "See you tonight, if you can make it." He turned on his heel and walked out.

"Scott, wait!" Michael called after him, but Scott didn't turn around. He finally broke out of their grips and turned to glare at them. "What the fuck was that about?!"

"We're trying to get you to realize that you like Scott and get together with him already." Lucy said, crossing her arms defiantly. "Not my idea, by the way."

Michael glared at Legolas. "Why did you do that?" He growled.

"A trick I learned as an Elfing." Legolas replied evenly, even with a hint of a smile. "A little embarrassment will reveal true emotions. And I was not sure if you would prefer me or Lucy, so we went with both. Simple, really."

Michael groaned. "Go to hell, you two." He grumbled before storming into the back room to cool off.

Lucy laughed and turned to Legolas. "High five, dude." She grinned and held up her hand. Legolas hesitated before he lifted his hand her hers. "Uh... you're supposed to like, hit it with your hand. Like this." She took his hand by the wrist and demonstrated.

"Oh."

"... Anyway, that was great! What did you say to him?"

Legolas winked. "I do not give away my secrets, Lady Lucy." He jumped over the bar again and walked back to the Fellowship, who looked at him like he was a god. Lucy stared at him, then shook her head, going to check the machines.

"Ye played that part well." Gimli said. "Bit too well, in my opinion..."

Legolas shrugged. "Elves are not as rigid in our attractions to others." He said nonchalantly. "It is not uncommon for men to love other men, or women to love other women." Boromir muttered something into his glass, but didn't look up. "It cannot be different here. He is being encouraged by many people he trusts to embrace himself, so I cannot understand why he does not."

"Because he is young and is not sure of himself yet." Aragorn replied. "You cannot blame him for that."

"Perhaps. But speaking from experience, the sooner he realizes himself, the less pain he will put himself through."

"... Wait. Does that mean-?"

"Leave it, Boromir."

"Hey Lucy?"

"Yeah, Mike?"

"How much do you love me?"

Lucy glanced at Michael out of the corner of her eyes. "Not enough for what you're about to ask me to do." She said firmly.

He groaned, turning to lean against the counter. "Look, I've got to go to work at the club, and I can't take them there." He begged. "Can't you please just watch them for me until I get off?"

"And why can't you take them there?" She teased. "I'm sure they'll just love it-."

"If you think I'm taking them in there, you're mistaken." He raised his eyebrows at her. "You owe me from that shit you pulled earlier. Scott's gonna be pissed, and I can't work with him when he's pissed, so will you please just do me this solid and-?"

"Okay, fine!" She threw her hands in the air and was promptly crushed in a bear hug that lifted her off her feet.

"Thanks, Luce." He kissed her cheek. "Love you, gotta go!" He stripped off his apron and grabbed his bag from under the counter, throwing it over his shoulder and bolting for the door. "Okay, everyone!" He called the Fellowship's attention. "I have to go to my other job, and Gabe still needs to study, so y'all are going to go with Lucy. She has my phone number in case anything goes wrong. Behave for her!"

"Tell your melda 'Ídhron cened i chent gîn n'i gellog'!" Legolas grinned.

"You know what? You can matho nin sui mathog i vagleg." Michael rolled his eyes and made a rude gesture as Legolas laughed and Aragorn shook his head. "See you guys when I get home. Luce, just let yourself in."

"Goodbye, Michael! Thank you for the food!" Pippin called as Michael hurried out the door, crossing the street. "What were you saying to each other?"

"You do not want to know, young master." Gandalf assured him as Aragorn and Legolas looked at each other and fell into a fit of laughter.

"So, it's just us, huh?" Lucy said as she wiped off the counters. "I don't know if we've all been introduced. Hi, I'm Lucy Kane, and I'm Michael's friend. And you all are...?"

Gandalf smoothly introduced them using the fake names and backstories that Michael had come up with, silently examining this strange girl for himself. She was the fourth person from this world that he had met, and the only one he had to conceal himself from. While Michael may trust her, he was unsure, especially with the Ring concerned.

Finally, Lucy finished her closing work and gestured to the door. "Okay everyone, I guess we're going back to my place." She herded them out the door and locked it behind her, shaking her head. What had she gotten herself into?

"Scott! Hey, Scott, wait up!"

Michael jogged through the club to where he saw Scott disappearing backstage, shouldering his way through the opening staff. "Scott - Scott! Anderson, don't ignore me!" He opened the door to the dressing room and closed it behind him. Scott was pointedly ignoring him as he messed with something on his dressing table, and Michael sighed and crossed his arms, leaning against the door. "Okay, dude, look. We can act like a couple of Jr. High girls, or we can talk to each other. Ball's in your court."

Scott turned around and leaned against the dressing table, his face unusually blank. Usually he was an open book; the emotionless expression unnerved Michael, to say the least. "I thought you'd be busy with your friends." He smiled bitterly.

"Oh, my god." Michael groaned. "Really? You're jealous because of what Lucy and Le - Lawrence pulled? What are you, my girlfriend or something?" An awkward silence fell between them. "Look... Lucy's like my sister, okay? And Lawrence is... Lawrence. I'm not doing anything with them. They just decided to be assholes in front of you for whatever reason." He laughed nervously.

"Oh." Scott blinked and nodded his head thoughtfully. "Good, I thought you were having wild orgies without me, and you know how that shit flies around here."

They laughed for a minute before the silence fell again. "So, uh." Michael cleared his throat. "We're good now, right?"

Scott hesitated before he nodded with an obviously forced smile. "Yeah. Yeah, we're good."

Michael sighed. "Damn it, Scott, don't lie and say things are okay if they're not!"

"Well, what else can I say?" Scott snapped. "Yeah, I got jealous. I thought..." He angrily shook his head with a frustrated noise. "Obviously I was wrong. Just... Go home, Mike. Take the night off and stay with your brother or something."

"Hey, man." Michael caught his shoulder before he could storm past. "You're my best friend. I'm not gonna ditch you." They stared at each other before Scott slowly smiled.

"Better get your eyeliner on." Scott said, jutting his chin to the clock. "We're on in five."

Michael groaned as he dropped his bag by the door, fishing in his pockets for the keys. He was absolutely exhausted after the night's music set, and from dancing around the elephant in the room with Scott. He hoped Gabe was in bed, or else he was going to be a nightmare in the morning-

The door flew open, and Lucy stood in the doorway with her arms crossed. Oh fuck. "You have some explaining to do." She snarled before she grabbed him by the front of the shirt, dragging him inside.

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