Hey every body! I fixed the last chappie cause I figured out how to use accents! Oh joy!

ESM: Oh joy!

“I know a song that gets on everybody’s nerves, everybody’s nerves, everybody’s nerves. I know a song that gets on everybody’s nerves and this is how it goes: I know a song that gets on everybody’s nerves, everybody’s nerves, everybody’s nerves. I know a song that gets on everybody’s nerves and this is how it goes........!!!”

ESM: Reminds me of Lamb-Chop’s Play-along or whatever I used to watch.
Elladan: Of what?
ESM: This is the song that never ends/Yes it goes on and on my friends/Some pople started singing it not knowing what it was/And they’ll continue singing it forever just because/This is the song that never ends/ Yes it goes on and on my friends/ Some people started singing it not knowing what it was/And they’ll continue singing it-FOR-mmm! ::is cut short by a fresh strip of duct tape across the mouth::

Naurien was trying to cheer everyone up from the death of Gandalf as they walked silently towards the woods of Lothlórien, by singing annoyingly.

Boromir: Tell me, Eowyn, does singing annoyingly cheer you up our just make you very annoyed?
Eowyn: I can tell you, from our mutual experience of a few seconds ago, it only makes me more annoyed.
Elladan: Although, there is a certain dismal satisfaction gained when one vents one’s annoyance by violently inhibiting the annoying factor’s origin.
ESM: ::grunts and kicks furiously::

It was sort of working: Merry and Pippin sang as loud as they could when they knew the words

Gimli: Which was all the time.
Elladan: They’re annoying all the time.
Gimli: That’s not what I meant.
Elladan: Oh sure, sure. I believe you.
Gimli: Yes, and I’m not going to kill you.
Elladan: ::worried:: No really! I do!

, Boromir and Aragorn were humming it quietly.

ALL except Boromir...and ESM: ::laugh::

Eventually, Legolas sang very loudly with his elven voice, which surpassed everyone else’s.

Boromir: ::growling:: Of course. And Naurien and Legolas lived happily ever after in Angband. The End.

“Hey, I’ll sing some songs that you’ve never heard of.”

Eowyn: (Naurien) Because I wrote them!
Gimli: And they’re worse than an orc’s marching orders.
Eowyn: Er...what?

Then she thought of a nice, happy song to brighten the day.

Boromir: You think you’re gonna brighten the day?
Elladan: Stupid Sue. Gandalf just “died”!
Eowyn: Oh, and we get to READ the song, too. Lovely.
Gimli: It’s better than having to listen to it.

Ever close your eyes

All except ESM: Yes.
Elladan: In fact.

Ever stop and listen

All except ESM: Quite.
Elladan: Often.

Ever feel alive

All except ESM: Generally.
Elladan: Alright, this is getting freaky.

And you’ve nothing missing,

Boromir: Like a tooth? I’m missing a tooth.
Elladan: I need a comb. Do you have a comb, by any chance, Eowyn?
Eowyn: No. Sorry.

You don’t need a reason

Gimli: I suppose that would be convenient. I mean, this song lacks any pretense to reason.

Let the day go on and on

Boromir: I’m sorry?! I happen to ENJOY my night’s rest when I can get it!

It was a light, happy ture that rang through the forest.

All except ESM:::various versions of “Huh?”::
Gimli: Is 'ture' an Elvish word?
Elladan: That’s funny, I was just going to ask you if it was a Dwarvish word!
Boromir: Must be typo language.

What a day

Eowyn: Yes.

What a day to take to

Gimli: Now I’m confused.

What a way

Elladan: What a way WHAT?!?

What a way, to make it through

Elladan: Through WHAT?!?

What a way

Eowyn: This is so frustrating.

What a way to take to,

Eowyn: ::turns blue in the face::

A wild child

ALL: ::bang heads against seats::
Eowyn: ::to Boromir:: Shouldn’t ESM be helping out here?
Boromir: You heard what she did.
Eowyn: Well...give her another chance. Afterall, she was the only one who seemed happy to see me.
Boromir: All right, but on your head be it if she starts up some new idiotic...
Eowyn: :: Unties ESM::
ESM: ::rips off tape, and curses in pain:: I promise I have not a single hair left on my face. ugh. dude this HURTS.
Elladan: ::laughing:: No hair, but you have alot of glue stuck all over it.
ESM: ::glares:: I am going to KILL you.
Elladan: Yeah, right.
ESM: ::tries to attack Elladan but is stuck in her seat::
Elladan: ::laughs::

“Hmmmm, What else could I sing?”

ESM: A death chant. Then go jump off a cliff and take Elladan with you!

she thought aloud. “Oh yeah! Aragorn this is dedicated to you!”

Gimli: Oi, is she romancing Aragorn now?

1. Elo! Andúril;
I chathol asgannen
Ad echannen

“You speak of the sword of Narsíl, do you not?” asked Boromir.

Elladan(wiseguy Naurien) No. I was singing of it.

“Well, Aragorn carries it.” She stated.

ESM: Is this book verse or movie verse?
Elladan: She never said.
ESM: ::angrily:: Eowyn, please tell that disgrace to the Elven race that I was not directing my question at IT.
Eowyn: ::to Elladan:: You heard.

There was an awkward silence.....

Boromir: when they noticed that Naurien was tying a rope to a nearby tree and knotting the other end around her neck.
Elladan: By contrast, when the deed was accomplished there was a standing ovation.

“How about another song?” asked Pippin.
“Sure! This next one is pretty, but sad, and kinda disturbing.”

2. Mi naurath Orodruin
Boe hedi i Vin
Han i vangad i moe ben bango
Sin eriol natha túr in úgannen
Sin eriol ûm beleg úgannen
Ú cilith ‘war
Ú men ‘war
Boe min mebi
Boe min bango

ESM: ::chanting:: One of you must do it, one of you must pay. ::stops:: She’s ripping off the soundtrack!

“Wow, that is disturbing.” Stated Legolas.

ALL: ::laugh::
Gimli: People in this story sure like stating things, don’t they?
Eowyn: I’ll take that as rhetorical qestion.
Gimli: ::admiring:: You’re a bright one, aren’t you?
Eowyn: I HOPE that’s a rhetorical question.

They came to the edge of the wood. The small group of misfits

Boromir: Misfits? When did misfits come into the story?
ESM: ::laughing hysterically::
Elladan: Evidently the author thinks the Fellows are misfits! ::starts laughing::
Everybody Else: ::glares at Elladan::
Boromir: I! A misfit! Aragorn and Gimli I can understand, but m-
Gimli: ::interrupting:: Excuse ME?! I am not a misfit!
ESM: I am.
Elladan: Yes, Essie. We were all quite aware of that.
ESM: ::screams:: I WANT OUT! LET ME OUT!!!
Elladan: ::looks at ESM with amusement:: Do you think, if we all screamed loud enough, SHE would let us out?

slowly edged into the golden leafed towers that loomed in their midst.

Eowyn: No. No no no. You cannot edge towards things that loom in your midst. They are either in your midst, in which case you don’t need to edge towards them, or are looming, in which case they are not in your midst.
ESM: I’m not sure about that second part, but the first part is right.

Small leaflets fell slowly to the ground around them making it look like they were walking in a dream.

ESM: What? Leaflets?! What is this, World War II?
Boromir: Kind of.
ESM: Honestly! I meant THIS world, not Middle-Earth. Was the Last Alliance showered with small pamphlets encouraging them to join the Dark Side or insinuating that the Humans were actually out to kill the Elves and vice versa? I thought not.

Flowers that scattered

Eowyn: Scattered what?
Gimli: ::drily:: Diamonds. Largesse. And lots of bacon.

in large clusters gave off a heavy, fragrant smell, as the continued through the winding trail.

ESM: Do you continue THROUGH a trail?
Elladan: Don’t think so.
ESM: ::through clenched teeth:: I wasn’t asking YOU.

“Stay close young hobbits,” Gimli whispered, “It is said that an elf witch dwells here. She wields a terrible power, and all who look upon her ... falls under her spell...are never seen again.”

Gimli: I hope I demonstrate better grammar than that.
ESM: You do.

“Well I hope that doesn’t go the same for girls, or that would be creepy.” Remarked Naurien.

Eowyn: Didn’t Gimli say ALL? Why would it be creepier than it is? What kind of a ditz is this Fire-water?
Elladan: Er, Firemaiden, Eowyn.
Eowyn: Whatever.

They neared the first post of watch for the dwelling of Lórien.

Elladan: Anybody ever heard of a Realm? Lorien’s not just a DWELLING.

Several elves jumped down to greet them. A blonde elf stepped

Eowyn: into a pit of vipers.
ESM: Indeed. But did the vipers take a bite of him? No! They are taught from earliest viperhood that blonde elves are to be shunned, unless they intend to become blonde vipers.
Eowyn: ::confused:: I, uh, what?

forward.
“I am Haldir. Welcome.” He stated.

Gimli: Back to the stating business AGAIN

“My brothers and I will take you to the Lady Galadriel.”

Eowyn: This Haldir fellow sure doesn’t waste words, does he?

‘Wow, this is different than the book or the movie!’ thought Naurien.

Boromir: ::pouts:: I don’t see why Gandalf had to die if she can change the plot whenever she wants.
Eowyn: ::matter-of-factly:: Pouting just doesn’t seem to come naturally to your face, Boromir.
Boromir: Should I sulk, then?

They walked in single file down the dirt path and up the large, winding staircase that wrapped around the trees. They followed as Naurien

Gimli: My brain cells are DOOMED.

got very sick to her stomach

Elladan: She’s gonna blow!
ESM: Elladan! Such vulgar language!

when they got higher on their way up.

Elladan: P.S. That sentence seems to have lost touch with the one immediately prior.

The fellowship then got to the top. Then they stood, waiting for the Lady to come down with Lord Celeborn.

ESM: Is that some kind of cold? ::chuckles at own joke:: Come down with Lord Celeborn...
Everybody Else: ::glares::
ESM: Fine.

“Eight there are here yet nine left Rivendell.” Lord Celeborn continued.

Eowyn: Shouldn’t he be saying, “Nine there are here yet nine set out from Rivendell. Somebody should be dead, or has my script been tampered with?”
Boromir: I wonder which Fellow he’s ignoring, because it couldn’t possibly be the Sue.

“Tell me where is

ESM: ...the comma that belonged there...

Gandalf for I much wish to speak with him.”
The fellowship remained silent.

Elladan: They were hurt because Grandpa didn’t want to speak to THEM.
Girls: ::teasingly:: Awwww.

“He has fallen into shadow.”

Eowyn: ::startled:: Who said that?
Gimli: Beats me.
Eowyn: It does?
Gimli: Er, no. ::brightly, to nobody in particular:: Have you had your Ramen(tm) Noodles this week? Try a box of our delicious chicken noodle soup, and satisfy
that hungry craving!
Elladan: ::shaking head:: Impromptu/ad-libbed commercials. He’s lost it.

Then Legolas told the lady about the Balrog.

ESM: What lady is this?

She didn’t listen,

Boromir: I don’t know, but she’s remarkably inattentive.

in fear of tears springing up in her eyes.
ESM: Ah-ha! Now we know the lady’s weakness! Seek and destroy!
Gimli: Why do we want to destroy the lady?
ESM: I...dunno.
Eowyn: I’m having a thought here.
Elladan: And what’s that?
Eowyn: I think the Lady is Galadriel, and the person not listening is actually the Fire-hydrant.
Elladan: Fire...nevermind.
Gimli: I believe you’re right, Eowyn. We’ve been ascribing far too much grammatical sense to this flunky’s story.

But a voice in her head made her realize that

Eowyn: She needed help. Bad.
Gimli: A tutor, if possible.

the Lady was doing that mind-talking thing.

ESM: ::singing tunelessly:: Yooou! / Doin’ that thing you Doooo!
Boromir: Do shut up, Essie.
ESM: ::hurt:: Fine, Borry.

Naurien, you have come far, knowing what lies ahead. You may yet be able to save him. You know of whom I speak.

ESM: Er, the Pillsbury Dough-boy?

In the end, that fear may blind you to your death and not his.

Boromir: Why do these authors always do such a terrible job of imagining what The Lady says? ::shudders::
ESM: Well, if you tell me what she really said to you I could spread Galadriel Awareness.
Boromir: Not on your life.
Gimli: Fellows, we have hope! Did you notice she mentioned Naurien’s death?
Everybody Else: WHAT?!
Elladan: It’s time for a party!

She glanced at Boromir, standing next to her. He was shaking and beginning to breathe heavily.

Boromir: This isn’t funny.

She reached over and took his hand in her own in order to comfort him.

ESM: ::turns pale and gazes at Boromir desperately::

He turned and gazed at her face.

Eowyn: At least he’s decent.
Elladan: Not a bit of it. He just didn’t want to look at anything else with Grandma right there.
Boromir: ::resists urge to throttle Elladan::

She smiled encouragingly. He did the same.

ESM: Bad images..bad bad...Elladan, this is all your fault. I hate you.
Elladan: I hate you too, Essie. Let’s be friends, shall we?
ESM: ::sighs::

They walked back down the stairs.

Eowyn: How exciting.
Elladan: Ah, but it isn’t what they’re doing, it’s where they’re going...
ESM: Elladan, I am going to murder you. I really am.
Elladan: ::cheerfully:: That’s what friends are for.

Naurien shook slightly because

Boromir: she had a palsy.

of drafts going through the trees. But all of a sudden she was warm and good feeling.

Gimli: Ah yes, a good pint of ale...
Elladan: Good-feeling to who?

A fur cloak had been put on her shoulders.

Eowyn: That’s exciting too.
ESM: Elladan, shut up.
Elladan: Hey! I didn’t say anything yet!
ESM: Well, it was too much anyway.

She looked back.

ESM: Cue suspenseful music.
::Opening theme to The Village plays::
ESM: NO!
::Music stops::

Boromir looked down as if he didn’t do anything but was bad at it.

Boromir: Bad at not doing anything? I suppose. Maybe. I’m not really THAT bad at it.

When they got to where they would sleep,

Elladan: ::triumphantly:: See?!
Everybody Else: ::disgusted looks::

two areas were provided. One for Naurien, and one for the guys.

ALL: ::sigh of relief::

‘Well at least I get some privacy.’

Eowyn: Is she talking to a well?
ESM: Naa. There would have been a comma.
Gimli: Frankly, I doubt it. We’re talking Nerwen-whatever-her-name-is here.
ESM: True. ::to Eowyn:: Actually, I don’t know, she could be.

“Merry! Pip! Come over here!” she called.

Elladan: So much for privacy...

They came running.

Elladan: I bet they did.

“Hey, do you want to help me find out what I brought?” she said pointing to her pack.

ESM: ::lifting an eyebrow:: She doesn’t know what she brought?
Gimli: Short term memory loss.

“Sure,” they said.

Elladan: (Naurien) Why are you guys here? Get out! (Himself) Heh. Short term memory loss. ::uncomfortable short laugh:: Yeah.

“Okey- Dokey then.” She dumped out everything onto the bed provided.

Eowyn: Releasing the crickets from her old room Pippin had thoughtfully packed in her bag. They had begged to be taken to Middle-Earth--he just couldn’t resist their pleas.
ESM: ::smiling:: Creative, Eowyn.

“Lets see....” She pulled out

ESM: Uh, she just dumped everything onto the bed. What’s to pull out?

several packets of ramen noodles. “Ramen!”

ALL except the Dwarf: GIMLI!!!!!

then she took out a jar a peanut butter and a loaf of bread. The same went for the box of life cereal, the gram- crackers, the cheese and crackers, the fruit that she grabbed from the fruit bowl, and the other few food items.

Elladan: I’m hungry.
ESM: Is she a vegetarian?
Boromir: Why haven’t the hobbits eaten all that two seconds since?
ESM: Because they’re not ravenous ANIMALS.

Then came the not-food-items.

Girls: ::shriek::
Guys: Wha?
Girls: ::Cover guys’ eyes::

She found a pocket knife, her flute and band music,

ESM: Band music?!

five pairs of underwear, an extra undershirt (bra), a pair of pants, a coat, two shirts, and a few scrunchi’.

Girls: ::remove hands from guys’ eyes::

“hmmmm, wow.”

Elladan: What’s the matter, never seen a girl’s sna- ::is smacked by Boromir:: -omph!
Eowyn: It’s about time!
Boromir: Sorry.

“That’s a lot of clothes,” said Merry.

Elladan: As he looked at... ::notices Boromir’s warning glance:: Er, no comment.

“Hey! I’m a girl!”
“So?!”
“Girls.....sweat more!”
“Fine,”

Elladan: Alas! Merry! Do not give up your macho card! How dare you allow girls to sweat more!
Eowyn: ::haughtily:: Personally, I don’t know what she’s talking about. We work more, but we don’t sweat more.

She opened the pack more and a load of books piled out.

ESM: Not again.

It included her algebra book which she giggled uncontrolable when she saw it.

Elladan: Because on it was a note, “Love, from Frodo”.
ESM: That’s it. Three years of Grammar for this author, and rehab for you.

Next, the three LOTR books,

ESM: ::angrily:: NO! NO NO NO! There are not three books. There are either six or one. There are three VOLUMES.

the ‘how the film was made’ book, a Tamora Pierce series, her elvish translation guide,

Gimli: Though apparently she doesn’t need that any more than she needs her algebra book.

and # 3-6 of Ranma 1/2 (the books that she had barrowed from her friend.

Boromir: Is barrowed a word?
Elladan: No. Sounds like she buried the books with some ancient king though.

“You have many books also.” they said.

Gimli: Surprised they didn’t “state” it.

Naurien dressed for bed

ESM: ::horrified:: With Merry and Pippin there? I’ll annihilate the Sue! My poor little borther...all those horrible images...::raves::
Elladan: Me? Rehab? I think you need it more.
ESM: ::doesn’t hear::

but walked over to the edge of their little area.

Elladan: Ah-ha!

She wondered what her parents were doing.

Eowyn: You want the cold hard truth? They were having a party in thanksgiving for your sudden departure.
Gimli: Yeah, you misfit!

What about Delta?!

ESM: ::Scarecrow voice:: Yes, what about Delta?

Awwww, she missed him already.

Boromir: All together now, AWWWWWWWW.

At the memory of him,

Boromir: She had a heart attack and died.

tears streamed down her face. Unable to stop them,

ESM: ::tired sigh:: And the water kept running and running until all of Lothlorien was flooded and Galadriel’s hair got wet. We know, we know.

she wiped them away roughly, leaving

Elladan: huge weals across her face that soon became infected. She died and was put into a grave, unmarkedsave by the fact that to this day no living thing dares grow on it.

a wet face visible through her hair, which had come undone.

ESM: Did it leave undone?
Eowyn: That’s the important thing.
Boromir: What are you two talking about?
ESM: I don’t know.

She began sobbing into her knees,

Elladan: Painful.

torn by grief

Gimli: Ach, yes, grief is a violent being.
Elladan: How come she hasn’t bled to death yet?
ESM: I think she’s actually made of water, and is tearing to death.
Eowyn: Brilliant!
Boromir: You mean to say the FireMaiden is actually a WaterMaiden?
ESM: Probably some inferiority complex...or something...

by the loss of her beloved steed.

Eowyn: Loss my hooves! You’re the one who left him! ::snorts::
Elladan: You sound rather like a horse when you snort, Eowyn.
Eowyn: Really? Thank you!
Elladan: ::stares::