Okay, so I went through my old story, and realized two things

1. It wasn't the best thing I've written

2. I had no idea anymore where I was going...aka, I had no idea how to write it and how they were going to get back.

Now, i have ideas, and it's much simpler in my mind. It's changed, but only slightly. It won't affect much of what I've written, until parts I haven't written now, and I have my wonderful friend Baby Denim eyes editing and giving me ideas to make it better, but it won't be a Legomance anymore, at least, not from the "main" character's POV. Don't worry though, Legolas will still find a girl! It shouldn't be too drastic, I just couldn't continue. Let me know what y'all think. Thank you so much!


"So what happened exactly?" one of my best friends, Mandy, asked.

"Do we have to go through this again? He was too clingy! It was getting on my nerves that he wouldn't let me hang out with my friends. Isn't it supposed to be the other way around anyways? Now just drop it Mandy. Please," One of my other best friends, Elizabeth, answered.

"Yeah, really Mandy? Be considerate, she did like him in the beginning!" Delia, my other best friend, yelled.

Mandy let out a huff of annoyance. "I'm not saying she didn't like him initially, I'm merely asking why they broke up!"

We were currently in my living room and were sitting on my couch talking about Elizabeth's current ex-boyfriend, Tristan (or, as Mandy likes to call him, Weasel.) My Lord of the Rings Blu-ray extended edition played in the background. They were my favorite movies, high up on Mandy's list, and Delia and Elizabeth just watched them to humor us. High school graduation was the day before, so we were all in good spirits, but wanting to spend as much time together as we could before we were separated my college or something else entirely.

Other than us, though, the house was silent. My brother, Pete, was at West Virginia University studying Physics, but since school was out for the summer, my mom was picking him up. Ironically, some techie whiz kid group messed with the electrical systems in all four of the junior high schools in our school district, resulting in a massive electrical short. Barely having enough school days left in the year for a full week of school, the district board finally did something nice and let everyone out early. My sister, an eighth grader, took advantage of the situation and arranged a sleepover at one of her friends' houses. My dad was on a business trip to Switzerland again— this time for three weeks (the longest yet) instead of the usual week and a half, and he'd left only two days ago. This left me with a house to myself (not including my dog, Manny), in which I had (with permission) my closest friends over.

"Amy, I'm hungry," Delia complained, pulling me out of my thoughts. I slowly turned my head to her, my brain still processing.

"Well, what do you want me to do about it?" I asked with a straight face. She gave me a pout and we held a staring contest. A chorus of 'Go Amy's came from the other two, forcing Delia's pout to grow more until she finally caved.

"Fine, I give! Have you rearranged for kitchen at all since I've last been here?" Delia asked, standing up. I gave her a 'seriously?' look, and she rolled her eyes and stalked off.

I heard her go into the kitchen and approximately three seconds later, the radio was turned on. "It's too cliché, I won't say I'm in love!" I heard. I grinned wide, and jumped up. Elizabeth and Mandy both joined me, and we started dancing (a very loose sense of the term, though— Mandy could do the grapevine and I could spin in a circle without tripping over my own feet).

At first I thought we were doing a pretty good job of dancing quietly (Delia would be offended if she knew we were dancing without her) but eventually I knew this was not the case.

"If you're gonna dance, you can dance your asses in here and help!" Delia yelled. "If you want food, that is!"

I think "running" doesn't quite interpret the way we moved. I think "mad dash" fits it best.

Now keep in mind, Delia's not very violent, but she seems so innocent, she has a knack for making even the smallest guilt eat at you. As for the rest of us, I'm probably the one who is most violent. I shoot archery with my dad, practice sword play with my brother, do Taekwondo with them both, and am generally better with fists than words… that may have also been part of the reason I never got asked out, actually. But actually, the group I'm with has more influence on who I am.

I'll start with Delia. As I said, at first she seems the most innocent, but the more you get to know her you know she's good at guilt tripping. I don't mean this in a bad way, but it certainly helps her (and hence, us) get what she (and us) want. She has hips, but no boobs, she's not absorbed with body image, but she is still conscious of it. She has very thin brown hair, which is tiny when in a braid, and only makes her seem even more innocent, but she is far from it. She has the humor of a teenage boy, the temper and moodiness of a PMS-ing girl, and the mouth of a sailor. But she's also the first one who will notice when one's upset.

Elizabeth, nicknamed Lizzy, is very different. She's got boobs, and not quite as much hip, but it's still there. Dance and song is her life, and that alone makes her more conscious of the body image than the rest of us. Though she's not as bad as most of the other girls, she's usually the one of our four to wear the most make-up. She has uncooperative, thick hair, which compliments her pale skin and freckles. She is usually much more goofy and lively, and more of an overall people-person than the rest of us. She's also more persistent when something is wrong; she won't stop until she's fixed all your problems (blessing and a curse, my friends, blessing and a curse).

Now we go to Amanda (Mandy). Medium boobs, medium hips; all in all she looked pretty average, but her personality made up for it. She has a fiery temper (she's been called spitfire by polite people, and other names by the not-so-nice ones), and is always ready to throw a sarcastic comment at anyone. She always has a comeback, even as weird and as ridiculous as they sometimes are, and is never afraid to voice her opinions. Her brown hair frames her face, and falls in beautifully naturally curly waves. She's the reader and the movie-watcher, and always has a good book or movie to suggest or another fandom to go on and on about. It's quite funny when she's able to bring in Doctor Who or Harry Potter or Sherlock into a conversation as if she was simply mentioning the weather, but that's Mandy for you. She's probably the one I'd consider second most violent—her favorite pastime is threatening to beat "the tar" out of people. I have no doubt she would actually do that.

Then you have me. Amy's the name and, well, everything's the game. I look exactly how it would look if you took my three friends and mushed them together into one human being. Not the best picture but it gets the job done. I have a temper that is subdued, but Lord, help us all if it's set off, which would probably mean a long grudge, too. I don't look all that innocent, but there are still plenty of references (usually sexual) that I just don't understand, which is why I still enjoy my time and watch TV shows from my past. I'm the shyest out of all of us, and though not the smartest as far as academics go, I certainly have more street smarts than the others.

"Hello, Earth to Amy? Mars to Amy? Venus to Amy? Are you going to help or just stand there and stare at us as if you're seeing us for the first time?" Mandy said, pulling me out of yet another daze. I blinked, pulling myself out of my reverie, and laughed at their expressions as I joined in on the work.

As I got the flour and cocoa powder out of the cupboard, I bobbed my head, singing softly under my breath. I love singing, but I didn't know how good my voice would be at seven in the morning (we pulled an all-nighter…). I was just about to crack the eggs when I heard a strange series of popping, almost like popcorn. However, it was coming from the family room, which does NOT have a microwave in it. I frowned, and walked slowly into the family room, and gasped at what I saw.

"What the heck are you doing in my house? Who are you? How did you get in here?" I asked the nine men in my family room. They were dressed in the kind of stuff I wear for Halloween, with weapons of all sorts distributed amongst them. I took a couple of steps back before backing into the wall. My eyes were probably as wide as dinner plates, and it didn't help that I never learned any self-defense for swords except for dueling with my brother, but my sword was upstairs in my room. I tried to keep my heart rate from speeding up insanely and keep a brave face on, but I was still rather small, so it didn't help that half of them looked like they could crush my head with two fingers.

I wasn't tiny parse, but 5'5'' wasn't ginormous either. I was shorter than my friends, but not the shortest in our class. These guys were completely mixed. Five of them were short, looking about five feet tall, one looking slightly taller and much "rounder" than the others, with a really long beard. The other four were all different. One was really old looking with really long grey hair and a really long beard. Another one looked young but was taller than the rest (probably the same height as the old guy though) and had really long blonde hair. The third one had shoulder length black hair and stubble, and the fourth one seemed to be the most buff and had slightly shorter red hair than the black-haired guy.

I felt my throat close up, fear creeping into my being and goose bumps started scattering themselves on my skin. Strange people were in my HOUSE.

I must've looked absolutely terrified, because one of the men (the one with the black hair) stepped forward. "Lady, there is no need-"

Suddenly, there was a loud clatter in the kitchen, followed shortly by Mandy's "Aww, shit, you dropped the chocolate mix on the floor!" and Delia's "This is why I don't cook!" and Elizabeth's "Guys, I'm taking over. Go wash your hands!" All the men, regardless of height and how tough they looked, jumped nervously. Me, still being plastered against the wall, didn't react.

Not even a minute later both Mandy and Delia walked through the archway to my living room, licking gooey batter off their fingers. "OOH! COSPLAY!" They shouted and hurried over towards the men. Almost in synch, they stepped back away from the two girls.

Mandy and Delia stopped and saw me against the wall. Delia frowned at me. "Why are you on the wall?" She asked.

Mandy, being one of my oldest friends, rolled her eyes at me. "We are NOT reenacting Spiderman 3 right now! I'm running on three hours of sleep!" To the men she said: "Shit ass movie."

Me, being the logical one, could only wonder why they were unconcerned about the strange appearance of nine men in my house.

The one who spoke to me earlier tried again. "Lady—ladies," he corrected himself, "We are from the great land of—"

"Wow, he's even got the accent down!" Delia cheered, beaming at me.

It was as if all the points seemed to connect for the both of them at the same time, and they took huge steps back towards me.

"Are they real?" I heard myself ask, unsure if my subconscious had really trusted myself to speak.

Mandy, the curious one, narrowed her eyes at them. "Let's poke them with a stick. You should always poke something with a stick if you don't know what it is."

"No!" I swatted her outstretched hand away. Summoning all my courage, I stepped up and spoke. "I'm not going to repeat this again, so answer quickly. Why. Are. You. Here?"

"That is because we have no answer. We were simply going about a mission of important sorts and suddenly ended up in your residence. Could you be so kind as to tell us where we are?" The old guy answered. I cocked an eyebrow at him. Was he for real? Where did he think he was? Europe in the 2nd century? I could somehow tell it was going to be a long day.

"Like this? Why are you wearing pants?! You are female! …And that language! Just tell us where we are!" The buff guy said. I cocked my eyebrow again, and glanced at the other men. I had a feeling that these guys were either serious loony's, or my wish had finally come true, just in reverse. I stopped when I saw the fear and confusion in the little men's eyes. They reminded me of children (except for the bearded one) and on closer inspection, they all looked a little frightened, even though some of them were able to bury it really well. I was just really good at reading people.

"Yeah, well—"

"Delia. I think in this case, we should talk to them." I said. I relaxed my posture to show them I wasn't a threat to them… or myself (because they were probably worried I would hurt myself in my hysteria, if you know what I mean) and they in turn lowered their weapons. "My name is Amy and this is Delia and Mandy."

"M' ladies, a pleasure. I am Gandalf—"

"Wait, Gandalf? Like Gandalf the Grey?" Mandy cut the old guy off. With a twang of hesitation he nodded. Suddenly, a look of panic came across my face. I tried to hide it, but I knew that with my luck someone must have seen it. I looked at Mandy just as Lizzy came out of the kitchen.

"Look guys, perfect waffles!" Lizzy said, beaming at the plate she was holding. When she looked up, she gaped. "What's going on?" She asked, looking between me and the men, coming to stand right behind Delia. Suddenly, a look of realization came across her face.

"You don't actually believe this, do you?" Lizzy asked in disbelief. She pinched her arm. "It must be an illusion. I didn't pull an all-nighter, I fell asleep at four in the morning watching those terribly long LOTR movies…"

"Sorry, Lizzy." A grin came over my face like the Cheshire cat's…yeah, I wasn't sorry. "But it's the only think that makes any sort of sense. Remember the popping sound? Now, Lizzy, Delia," I addressed them each with a slight incline of the head, "Come meet the house guests!" I looked for a second between the two parties, and then introduced everyone. "Gentlefolk, these are my friends; Elizabeth, but she goes by Lizzy, Amanda, but we call her Mandy, and Delia. And again, I'm Amy. Ladies, this is Gandalf the Grey; Prince Legolas of Mirkwood; Aragorn, son of Arathorn; Boromir, son of Denethor, Steward of Gondor; Gimli, son of Gloin; and this is Meriadoc Brandybuck, Peregrin Took, Samwise Gamgee, and Frodo Baggins. Any questions?"

"How do you know who we are?" Legolas asked, slitting his eyes too much for my taste. It totally ruined his looks. Note to self: don't make Legolas suspicious. I shrugged. I wasn't about to reveal my secrets, especially when they just got here.

"I can promise you all two things right now. One, you will not be harmed here. Two, you will not be going back anytime soon," I told them in a hardcore serious voice, not making eye contact with anyone. I was really impressed with myself because I was incredibly giddy, and nervous.

"Do you have any food by any chance?" Pippin asked. He got some rather pointed looks from the others, but I just laughed.

"Lizzy's just finished making some right now. You probably haven't ever heard of a chocolate waffle before, have you?" I got nine shaking heads. "Then you are in for a grand treat!" I smiled for what must have been the umpteenth time that day.

"We hate to impose on you like this. If we are too much of a bother, we can find shelter someplace else…" Aragorn suggested. The taller ones nodded while the hobbits looked hesitant, probably not sure if they would want to go wandering in a world that must obviously seem weird.

"No offense or anything, but because of the way you're dressed, you would be in for brutal punishment if you tried to live out there by yourself. Even some of us still can't so that! Not to mention, there would be people arresting you for something since you are the characters from a fictional work here… forget I just said that," Delia said, slipping up, and walking back to the kitchen. "Delia! Come here and help me with food! Mandy, entertain them! Amy, call your mom!"

Let's just say I didn't even want to attempt to talk to my mom yet.

After a lot of convincing, Mandy decided to just turn the TV on, and showed the Fellowship around my house. It was hilarious to overhear her explanation on how to use a toilet. I had to intervene when she started to not come even close to being truthful ("What does this do?" "It controls the body. You can stop someone's heart with the push of a button!" … "Actually, it's just a TV remote that turns on and off that big black thing").

Once Lizzy was sure she was done with making waffles, I took them into the dining room, which was connected to the family room, and called the Fellowship into the room. Delia brought out bacon and bowls of fruit. I somehow had enough chairs to seat everyone around the table (or at least near it), and we sat down to a horribly awkward meal. Until my home phone rang.

I jumped up and ran to answer it. "Hello?" I asked into the receiver, and a chorus of 'Shhs' silenced their questions about who I was talking to, and why that plastic thing was muffling my voice.

"Hi Amy! It's Mom, we're on our way home. We should be home around lunch time…noon, give or take a half hour."

"Okay. You certainly got up early. Why would you do that?" There was no answer. "Mom?" I looked at the phone and saw call ended. "Wow, Mom, hanging up on me. That's cool."

There was a knock on the door, and as I grumbled about using a doorbell, I walked down the hall. I reached out to open it when many things happened.

The door swung open and my sister, Eva, yelled, "Never mind, it's open!" The door slammed me in the head, which threw me back against the wall where I hit the other side of my head, I slumped to the ground, and everything went black.


Was it as bad as you thought it was going to be? Chapter two is being edited, and will be posted shortly, the others were removed because, it was a lot more changed that it was originally. Thank you so much my beloved readers, and if you made it all the way through, cookies for you!