It's been a really long time since I even updated this story. I don't even know if anyone is still following this story. If you are, thanks. :) There's been a whole bunch of stuff that's happened since I last updated, and a lot of that stuff kind of made it really hard to be all funny and light hearted. But instead of doing my second to last assessment for School EVER, I instead sat down and wrote this little thing. So, hope you enjoy. Also, I apologize for the puns. I just couldn't handle myself.

Also, I have no idea why Frodius and Samius, I just wrote that and went 'alright then.'

Frodius Baggins and Samius Gamgee signed into the group convo 'What in the name of Eru is Skype? And where is my MSN?'

Frodius: Hey, Sam?

Samius: Yus?

Frodius: What's this Skype thing?

Samius: I don't know, Mr Frodo, I think they brought out MSN? I'm not entirely sure. It's probably the work of Sauron.

Frodius: Hmm, probably. I don't like it, it's weird.

Samius: It does have no word limit though, so that's a bonus.

Frodius: This is true…

Precious joined the group convo 'What in the name of Eru is Skype? And where is my MSN?'

Precious: GONE! THE PRECIOUS IS GONE! THEY STOLE IT FROM US! FILTHY, NASTY HOBBITSES! THEY STOLE IT FROM US!

Frodius: Uh…

Precious: GONE, GONE, GONE!

Samius: Chill out, dude, it's just Skype.

Precious: THE PRECIOUS IS RUINED!

Frodius: … Hey, Gollum, I hear there's still MSN in Mordor.

Precious: … PRECIOUS?!

Frodius: Yes, I hear Sauron's hoarding it all for himself!

Precious: WICKED! TRICKSY! FALSE!

Frodius: I know, right? It's so unfair! But if you help us get to Mordor we'll help you steal the MSN.

Precious: … we will take the Hobbitses to Mordor.

Frodius: Sweet. Give me a minute will you?

Precious: Of course. Gollum. Gollum.

Master: Alright, I'm back.

Samius: Really, Mr. Frodo?

Master: Yes Sam.

Smeagol: Come on, Master. Come on, Fat Hobbit. Smeagol knows the way!

Obi-Wan: I have a bad feeling about this.

Master: You always have bad feelings, Sam.

Master, Obi-Wan, and Smeagol signed out of the group convo.

Thranduil of Smirkwood and Lindir of Doneland signed into the group convo 'Elves against Dwarvish nonsense'

Thranduil of Smirkwood: Lindir, I can't believe they brought out MSN! How do I even use this?

Lindir of Doneland: It's disgusting. I hate it! Who do those Dwarves think they are? Eugh!

Thranduil of Smirkwood: Eugh. Though the no word limit is nice…

Lindir of Doneland: It really is. Now I can spam Lord Elrond without having to stop every few lines. That part is really beautiful, but everything else does not make sense… I miss my old MSN.

Thranduil of Smirkwood: And what are these emoticons? I mean really!

Lindir of Doneland: And you can't have different font, or backgrounds. I just… surely the Dwarves should be able to come up with something more aesthetically pleasing? They ARE Dwarves after all, isn't that their job?

Thranduil of Smirkwood: Indeed, indeed. Galion tells me there's no way to get my MSN back, so we're going to just have to get used to this… thing. Eugh.

Lindir of Doneland: Oh, joy!

Thranduil of Smirkwood: Oh, ohh, Erestor's buzzing us in the other convo!

Lindir of Doneland: It's probably about the thing… *sigh*

Lindir of Doneland and Thranduil of Smirkwood signed out of the convo.

Thranduil of Smirkwood, Lindir of Doneland, Erestor of Erebored, Galion of Eyesingourd, Haldir of Mineus Moregold, Rumil of Carn Damn, Orophin of Awthanks signed into the convo 'So Done With Everyone's Shizzlewizzle.'

Thranduil of Smirkwood: Ohh, we're all here, it must be something good.

Erestor of Erebored: Elrond's sending Arwen over the Sea. But get this, Lindir has to be her escort.

Lindir of Doneland: Joy.

Haldir of Mineus Moregold: That explains your Skype name.

Lindir of Doneland: You of all people know how hard it is to escort Lady Arwen.

Haldir of Mineus Moregold: Well, we never so much escorted her as come along for the trip…

Rumil of Carn Damn: Honestly, I think we got more out of those trips than she did.

Orophin of Awthanks: You realize she's in all likelihood not even going to get past the Ford, right?

Lindir of Doneland: Of course I realize that, Orophin, I can't exactly tell Elrond that now, can I?

Orophin of Awthanks: True… When's she sailing?

Lindir of Doneland: Oh I don't know yet, Elrond hasn't decided. He hasn't told her yet either.

Rumil of Carn Damn: Oh. That'll go gr9!

Lindir of Doneland: My thoughts exactly.

Galion of Eyesingourd: Pictures or it didn't happen.

Thranduil of Smirkwood: Well, not exactly, no pictures it probably did happen, but pictures we have proof and can laugh about it until the breaking of the world.

Galion of Eyesingoard: That too…

Haldir of Mineus Moregold: Oh, Lady Galadriel wants to talk to my brothers and I… we'll be back.

Haldir of Mineus Moregold, Rumil of Carn Damn, and Orophin of Awthanks signed out of the convo.

Erestor of Erebored: Oh, I forgot about that. Turns out there is probably gonna be a massive battle going down in Rohan shortly and Elrond and Galadriel have been discussing whether they should intervene.

Thranduil of Smirkwood: … I'm never invited to these things! *sulking*

Erestor of Erebored: You have your hands full with Dol Guldur!

Thranduil of Smirkwood: This is true…

Lindir of Doneland: Personally I don't think we can spare any troops. There have been a lot more attacks lately, and Lorien has been dealing with more enemies as well.

Galion of Eyesingoard: Sauron's army is getting more confident, and with Saruman's roaming freely across the land, I'm not surprised.

Erestor of Erebored: They'll have to be challenged at some point, right?

Thranduil of Smirkwood: Of course, when Theoden stops being an idiot…

Lindir of Doneland: Well, he's kind of 'possessed' so I don't know if we can blame him…

Thranduil of Smirkwood: True but… Galion.

Galion of Eyesingoard: I see them.

Thranduil of Smirkwood: We'll return later, we have a bit of a bug problem…

Thranduil of Smirkwood and Galion of Eyesingoard have signed out of the convo.

Erestor of Erebored: Well, Lindir, think we can slip into the Hall of Fire and find out a few more things?

Lindir of Doneland: I think we'll have a fair chance, yes.

Erestor of Erebored: Alright then, and bring your harp.

Lindir of Doneland: It lives in the Hall of Fire.

Erestor of Erebored and Lindir of Doneland signed out of the convo.

AN: We'll get back to following the LotR storyline next time, maybe, and it might be less punny. Not sure yet. Anyways. By for now guys.

Oh, and just for the purposes of within Middle-earth. Skype is owned by the Dwarves, MSN was a Human invention, and the Elves kind of own Google so...