All righty then, last chapter. Let's see, in this chapter we have Galadriel dressing like a boy, an extremely loud rock concert (of sorts), and one last scandal. Enjoy!

Chapter 16: Party Kids

(In which summer comes to its end)

"It's a shame, isn't it," I said. "Here we are, two pretty girls on the night of the biggest festival of the summer, and neither one of us has a date."

"That doesn't mean we can't go," said Galadriel.

"Of course. But people are going to talk."

"People always talk, that's why we have tongues." She thought for a moment, and then snapped her fingers. "Of course! Aredhel, you still have like a bazillion of Turgon's old clothes in your closet, right?"

"Um…yes," I said. "Why?"

"Because I have an idea as to how we can both have dates and not need any guys at all!" She was going through my closet as she said this, and eventually pulled out a purple tunic and some black pants.

"And what is this wonderful idea?" I asked.

"I'm going to dress up like a guy and be your date!"

"Nuh-uh," I said. "No way. I am not going to go to Homecoming with you. Even if you are dressed like a guy."

"Why not?" said Galadriel. "It'll be fun, c'mon."

"It'll be weird."

"As are we," she replied coolly. "Anyway, you don't have any choice in the matter. If I have to use force I will."

"Okay, fine," I said. "But if this turns out badly, I am totally blaming you."

"Deal." She slipped off her dress and pulled on Turgon's old clothes. "Now help me braid my hair, will you?"

I sighed. "Yes, ma'am. I mean, sir."

"If you think you're going to offend me by saying that, you couldn't be more wrong, darling. Now come on, let's get ready. We only have half an hour."

I reluctantly assisted Galadriel in braiding her hair and generally putting herself together, and she helped me pick out a dress and do my hair. By the time we were done, we looked like a girl and her boyfriend. No kidding.

Well, a girl and her very girly-looking boyfriend. Whatever.

"Aw, man, we look great," said Galadriel, putting on a very fake deep voice. "Come on, baby, let's go."

"Don't call me baby," I ordered. "I'm a woman."

"Of course. Sorry, love."

"That's a little better."

Mom and Dad smiled when they saw us coming down the stairs. "You look very nice, Aredhel," said Mom. "But Galadriel, why are you dressed like a boy?"

"It's Galadrion now," Galadriel informed her. "I'm Aredhel's date. You gonna introduce me to your parents, honey?"

Laughingly, I did so. Mom and Dad laughed too—they were obviously enjoying this. Galadriel was probably the most suitable date they possibly could have come up with for me.

"Well, you kids go and have fun," said Dad. "And boy, I want my daughter home by midnight, all right?"

Galadriel saluted. "Yes, sir!"

"We'll be coming to the festival later with Galadriel's parents," my mom reminded us.

"Bye, Mom! Bye, Dad!" I said, and off we went.

"Your parents are real nice, honey," commented Galadriel in her fake deep voice as we went.

I laughed. "Galadrion, are you going to keep this up all night?"

"Keep what up, sweetheart?"

"Okay, I guess you are. That's fine. But don't hurt yourself."

I'd like to take this opportunity to say that if Alqualonde was gorgeous normally, during the Homecoming Festival is was GORGEOUS in all capitals with an underline. The town square was lit up so brightly it almost looked like it was daytime, and everyone was in their absolute best clothes. It was, as Galadriel described it, fabulous.

"Galadrion," I said. "Boys don't say fabulous."

"Really?" said Galadriel, dropping her deep voice for a second. Fortunately, she regained it quickly. "Well, I do."

"Well, make sure you don't say it to often or people might stop believing your disguise."

Galadriel shrugged. "Who cares? Everyone's going to know who I am anyway. This disguise is just so we can both have dates. Plus, it's so much easier to dance when you're not wearing a skirt. Less risk of…wardrobe malfunctions."

I grinned. Man, did I really luck out in the cousin department or what?"

"Okay, what time is it?" Galadriel asked.

"Hmm, let me think," I said. "It was around 9:05 when we left the house, so it's got to be around 9:15 right now. Why?"

"Because if it's nine-fifteen, our dear friend Maglor is scheduled to come onstage and deafen us all in about two seconds."

Right on cue, someone dimmed the lamps behind us and all around us, until the only really bright lights were shining on the makeshift stage in front of us.

"WHAT'S UP, ALQUALONDE!" screamed Maglor, running onto said stage, fiddle in hand. I had to say, he looked like he was in top bad-boy form tonight, what with his messy hair, multiple earrings, and black tunic with the sleeves ripped off and My Mom Thinks I'm Cool embroidered on it.

We all screamed back, of course. That's what you do at things like that.

"Are we pissed about summer being almost over?" Maglor yelled.

Once again, we all yelled back.

"Well, you'd better be," said Maglor. "I'd like to dedicate this song to my cousin Aredhel, my friend Willa, and everyone else here who's had a summer romance that went wrong."

"Not beating around the bush, is he?" said Galadriel.

"Woo-hoo! I'm famous!" I said. "Not for any good reason, but still…"

Maglor played a couple of quick notes on his fiddle, and then started singing.

ONE TWO THREE FOUR!

She told him "You're the devil"

He said "Girl, you're quite a sight"

She said "I wanna love you forever"

He said "I can love you for tonight"

Yeah, it don't matter

'Cause it won't last for long

Maybe we'll be together all summer

But wait two seconds and summer's gone

"This song rules!" I yelled to Galadriel.

"Hell yeah!" she said. "I think we may have to do the dance."

"The dance" that Galadriel referred to was something she and I had made up when we were twelve. It was fairly simple: you started out facing forward, your hands out in front of you, palms down. Then you turned your hands palm up. Then you crossed your arms over your chest. Then you put one hand on either side of your head. Then you put your right hand on your left hip, and the other way around. Then you uncrossed your arms, put your hands on your hips, and turned to the right and did the entire thing over. You kept that up throughout the entire song.

Yes, it was stupid. But dang, was it fun.

So we did our stupid dance (and a bunch of people around us started doing it, too) while Maglor continued to rock out.

There's no boundaries

There's no rules

You're young, so enjoy it while you can

In half an hour we might come undone

But who cares, it's just summer love

Galadriel and I went to talk to Maglor after the show. He was sweaty, hoarse, and all in all happier than I'd seen him in a long time.

"'Sup, ladies!" he said. "G, what's up with the clothes?"

"I'm her date," Galadriel informed him in her fake deep voice. "So obviously I have to be a dude."

"Nice," said Maglor. "Like the show?"

"It kicked ass," I said. "The first song was totally great."

"Yeah, I wrote that, like, last night. Wasn't too sure how it'd turn out."

"Well, we loved it," said Galadriel. "We were right in front of the stage; did you see us?"

"Yeah, I saw you guys doing your trademark dance. I was honored, I have to say."

"Maglor, you ROCK!" cried Willa, running up to my cousin and kissing him smack on the lips. "I am, like, amazed. You're really hot when you sing."

"Ahem," said Maedhros, who had come over with his girlfriend and who looked very annoyed. "Willa, I believe you're going out with me, remember? I don't really appreciate you making out with my brother."

Galadriel and I watched with amusement as Willa looked from one to the other, finally grinning and throwing her hands up. "I'm sorry, boys, I love you both, but the fact of the matter is that I simply can't decide between the two of you," she declared. "So I'm afraid we'll have to call this whole thing off. It was fun, though."

Maedhros and Maglor stared at her, shocked.

"Oh, don't look like that, darlings," Willa said brightly. "There's always next summer."

The most dangerous girl I'd ever met kissed both her ex-boyfriends on the cheek and flounced away, bursting into laughter when she thought she was out of our sight.

Maglor turned to his brother.

"Well, that was weird," he said. "Want to go get drunk off our asses?"

"Sure," said Maedhros. He and Maglor went off to find the alcohol supply, leaving Galadriel and I by ourselves.

"G, my dear," I said, "I believe you may have competition for the title of most heartbreaking girl in Valinor."

"Lose my title to some Telerin tramp with dreadlocks?" said Galadriel with a sniff, dropping her whole boy-pretense. "Not on your life!"

"Well, when was the last time you broke up with two boys at once?" I said. "Never, that's when. Watch your back, girlfriend."

"I'm not a girl…oh, I give up. This pretending-to-be-a-boy stuff is too hard," said Galadriel. "Man, this has been a crazy summer. Me and Earello, Maglor and Maedhros and Willa, your dad and Uncle Feanor's fight, you getting forced into servitude…oh, and you and Parmagon of course. That's, like, five scandals right there. So tell me, how did your fist summer romance feel?"

"It was…educational," I said. "And annoying and heartbreaking and emotional, but I still wouldn't change a thing."

"That's my girl," said Galadriel. "Hey, isn't that your ex over there?"

I glanced over my shoulder and sure enough, there was Parmagon looking at me with—maybe—a bit of regret in his eyes. For a moment, I was regretful too, that things had turned out how they had. he may have been a jerk, but he'd been my first kiss, my first fling, the first guy I'd ever really cared about.

But whatever. As Willa had said, there was always next summer.

End

Little did you know that Aredhel and Galadriel invented the Macarena. Or that Maglor invented wearing shirts with words on them. Ha, I totally just blew your mind.

(And yeah, I know that song probably sucked. Oh well)

Well, this has been fun. Thanks for the reviews, everyone, and I'll see you next time!