A/N: I really can't think of anything to say. How necessary is this note at the beginning? Oh, wait-I realised that I missed a chance to end off the last chapter with a Star Wars reference. Not being a criminal, I will fix that soon.

"I was just...just reading this fabulos book when sudenly there was this sucky blue swirly thing, and when I say sucky I mean it sucked me in and it wasnt lame kind of sucky, but it actually was that too since..."

Emily Jade Merryweather's story seemed endless. However anytime someone tried to stop her Aragorn would glare at them in his authoritatrion manner, since he was a natural leader, and incredibly stern when necesary. The angriest person of the entire group, seemed to be Lorielai. Of all of them, she was glaring at Emily Jade Merryweather with the most ferocity... or was it actualy annoyance.

She suddenly strode forward, grabbed Emily Jade Merryweather by the arm and dragged her to a nearby corpse of trees. When Aragorn tried to follow, Lorielai glared at him, causing him to cower and back down, since as a natural leader he also knew when to let others take charge.

The Doctor slowly pulled out his sonic screwdriver and pointed at the trees where a hispered conversation was being initiated. Into the screwiver he plugged in a pair of earphones, and handed one to River.

"New feature I've been wanting to try." he whispered. She put the headphone in her ear, and she could hear Lorielai's and Emily Jade Merryweather's conversation clearly.

"-already got him, u can have the girly one." Lorielai was saying.

"no, why dont u take him." Emily Jade Merryweather replied.

"it would be wierd and difficult to unconvince him about who i am"

"what about the short one? or that weird one?"

'ew and double ew. Why are you even here? I said i would be here and youre always ruining things for me. This universe has probably the largest selection of times to rule, but you have always got to follow me around everywhere, havent you."

"fine, pretty boy is mine then."

As the dueo reapproached the group, the Doctor nudged River, "Do you think 'pretty boy' is me?"

She looked at him hard. "No."

"So there's no circumstance whatsoever in which you would refer to me as 'pretty boy'?"

"Nope."

"Want to bet?"

"Fine. But other regenerations don't count."

"And... I retract aforementioned bet offer."

"Thought as much. Who did I call 'Pretty Boy' then? Seven? Ten?"

"Just stop. Please."

"It is Ten, isn't it? Oh, I am looking forward to that."

"Are you? Anyway, look, evil Sues are back."

Lorielai strolled towords Aragorn and put her arm around his. He smiled, and held out the other arm for Emily Jade Merryweather but she hawtily ignored him and went over to Legolas and into his pointy elfin ear she whisperd in a voice everyone could hear, "Im secretly very very depresed and lonely." Then she began sobbing into his shoulder.

Legolas's resulting expresion made Aragorn's smile look as bad as Gimli's scowl. Not nearly as bad as Rivers though.

"This forest is old. Very old." said Legolas in his deepest voice.

"Oh, tell me more." said Emily Jade Merryweather with a sigh

"Wait, hang on. Everyone stop." The Doctor had his earphones in and was pointing his screwdriver somewhere to the left of their path. "Anomalous sonic patterns."

Gimli sighed. "And what exactly does that mean?"

"Funny voices. On the count of three, no, five we see what's behind those trees. One, tw-"

Everyone had already gone. "Ah well. Geronimo."

"The Doctor blinked. "Well, it would seem that the other side is a big white light. And that was unintentionally philosophical."

A deep voice which made all other deep voices feel inadequate boomed out from the centre of the light.

"You are on the trail of two young Hobbits. They crossed the River Isen-wait, why are there so many of you? Aragorn, Legolas, Gimli, please move aside so I can see who everyone else is."

"Were not affected by your witchcraft, Saruman!" shouted Aragorn defiently. "I am brave and strong and noone has any kind of power over me!"

"Actually, I think thats Gandalf." said Lorielai.

"Of course he is . Youre abolutly right." said Aragorn.

"Are you sure?" asked Gimli. "That big bright light would seem to be more White than Gray. And Gandalf died."

Lorielai gave an impaient sigh. "No, he isnt. I looked at the timeli-I mean I have really good eyesight."

"She does." chimed in Aragorn.

"What are you babbling on about? Of course it's me, look." The white light dimmed, and before them stood an old bearded man garbed in white robes and bearing a white staff. "It is I, Gandalf the White."

"Whew, very nice, incredibly subtle." said the Doctor. "But wait... no it can't be, could it be... Olórin, is that you?"

"That device in your hand... Doctor, is that you? Have you regenerated since we last met, old friend?"

"Oh, half a dozen times at least old friend. But you're one to talk. Picking up a few tricks from me, eh?"

Gimli frowned. "You do seem to have quite a few old friends Gandalf. Saruman, Bilbo, that bald fellow... now him too?"

"One day you may also join that list son of Gloin. But don't hold your breath.". Gandalf turned back to the Doctor. "So these ladies are your companions then? I can tell that you're getting older, they seem to be getting much younger. Speaking of which, that is an impressive outfit." he added, looking at River. The faintest of pink tinges appeared on her cheeks.

The Doctor smiled,"Oh, only River Song here is my companion. And by companion I mean wife. As for the other two..." he walked forward and had a whispered conversation with Gandalf, whose eyebrows shot straight up.

"Now those are eyebrows." said River, impressed.

"Aye, your lad's seem to be little more than a shadow." said Gimli with a smirk.

River glared at him. "They're sensitive."

Gandalf had finished his conversation, and he strode up to Aragorn.

"Tell me Aragorn, between us, what do you think of Legolas's 'sister'?"

"Oh, Lorielai is absolutely amazing, shes buetiful, she has amazing eyes, she is so talented, she has an amazing name, she-"

Gandalf held up a hand. "Enough." he said sharply. "Please, no more. Please."

The Doctor gave an ironic smile. "Proof enough? So what do we do?"

Gandalf turned gravely towards him. "We ride."

A/N: The original title of this chapter was to be "A Sue on the arm is worth two in the copse", but it is inexplicably too long. Other news:

First of all, this arc should conclude in a chapter. Maybe two, max. Secondly, I've made a poll! Rejoice! Basically I want you to vote on whether I should write a summary before every chapter. Yes, I just wanted to make a poll. Thirdly, and infinitely more importantly, review. Now. Or later. Or now, later, and in between as well. TwentyRings, out.