Disclaimer: no, I did not write the Lotr however talented I might be (just kidding). My friend is helping me write this. Anyway, I only own Ariel and Trisana so you can't sue my butt off. This is artistic license.

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It was predictable, so very predictable that something out of the unpredictable would happen. And so it befell on February 15 that this phenomenon happened. The ides of February we shall call it.

Two girls were suddenly dropped from the sky onto Middle-earth. Of course they did not realize that they were there because I put them there so they were rather confused and befuddled by the whole incident. When a bunch of really tall men with pointy ears came an seized them they were even more puzzled though not really angered by this. You see these tall blond men were rather attractive.

I am skipping ahead of myself. These girls, we shall call them girls Ariel and Flounder. No, my friend doesn't like Flounder so we will make this lovely child be named Trisana.

Anyway, Ariel and Trisana had been dropped onto Middle-earth and were now utterly confused maybe because they had been dropped rather cruelly on their heads (but that is besides the point). Guys with pointy ears seized them instantly, abruptly and rather cruelly like I have mentioned before. They did not mind this though because frankly, these guys were so very VERY hot.

They were brought to a place the men referred to as Rivendell and were greeted by a man by the name of Elrond.

"Oh, I get it," cried Ariel suddenly, "We're in a fanfic."

"Oh really!" cried Trisana, "I have always wanted to be in one!"

"Really truly!" Ariel replied, "but we all no this is not possible."

"Oh no, say it is not so Ariel," her friend looked at her in dismay.

"You and I both know that gnomes and dwarves and elves and hobbits and leprechauns and such don't really exist!"

"But gnomes aren't in this story," said Trisana, "nor dwarves or lep. . ."

"That is besides the point," Ariel stated, "therefore, I conclude that this is a dream, nothing more and nothing less."

"But how do you truly know," sobbed Trisana.

"Well, for instance would I do this if I was really alive and awake." Ariel went over to the *elf* who referred to himself as Elrond. She gazed at him in a mysterious way as if he was suppose to anticipate something she had on her mind. He did not comprehend her thought till to late.

To all the elves horror she began to tug at Elrond's pointy ears. "I insist that these come off!" she cried, "this is my dream and if I want elves without pointy ears I shall have it!"

When the ear did not come off after a few harsh tugs, Ariel began to get concerned. Her expressions went through many phases. First, she considered the matter of Elrond's ear not coming off. Then she considered why it did not come off. Finally she drew the conclusion that Elrond's ear would not come off unless she tugged very hard. She considered this all rather slowly (very slowly indeed because she did have a rather slow mind). Finally she drew the conclusion that this was not a dream. She fainted. This was very odd because she had never fainted in her life.

Ariel slowly came to her senses. It was beyond any doubt that this was not Kansas. Things slowly began to click once again in her mind (and very slowly indeed again I might add). She did not take into consideration the whole room. Indeed she noticed the plane white wall and the plane whiter curtains and the plain white floors. She was sitting in a plain white bed wondering where she was though knowing perfectly well.

Elrond spoke up then and she was rather startled for she had not noticed him. He sat on a plain white chair beside her. His attire was not plain white but of many greens and browns. He seemed off-center in this plain, drab, colorless room.

"Where am I and who are you and why am I here and why…" she began but could not finish.

"Please tell me who you are first. Too much information would not be wise for you right now bearing in mind that you probably know too much already," said Elrond.

Ariel was angered that moment. She did not like being told off as if she were a child. Her cheeks flushed red but before she could reply a sudden and sharp pang went through her head. She put her hand up to her head and felt a large welt. The whole world began spinning and spinning as the welt on her head began to throb.

"Wholly Moley," she cried, "how the hel* did I get this!"

Elrond pointed to a large black case on the plain white night stand. It stood out rather oddly as well being black and small and made of plastic.

"May I ask what that is?" said Elrond as he looked at her surprised face. The case was small and had a little handle on top of it so as to carry. It was much like Ariel's clarinet case and low and behold, it was Ariel's clarinet case.

"How very queer," she said not looking at Elrond, "behold, the clarinet case. In such a case is held my clarinet."

Elrond looked questioningly at her. "This was the object that was dropped on your head when you came here. It fell from nowhere."

"How very odd indeed she muttered not knowing why out of all of her possessions to drop on her head it had to be her clarinet case. A sudden thought crossed her mind. "Where is Trisana. My friend Trisana who came with me! If I lost her, oh think of that or if she lost me! This cannot do!"

"Your friend is in another room at present. She has not awaken yet but I will let you know the moment she does."

Ariel glanced at Elrond. Suddenly she noticed the bandage that hung around his left ear. "So very strange this is. Why am I here?" she asked to no one in particular, 'and what has truly become of my friend?'

please don't grill me, I'm too young. Just to let you know it was fun writing it and rather funny to me but I can understand how you can think differently. Tell me if I should continue. It may not make sense at all for I don't truly know where I am going. And if you are wondering, yes I have read the first book and am about 40 pages from the end of the second. Please review review review for I really need a firm idea of if I should stick with a more serious story or continue with my little comedy.