Disclaimer: I own what I own, figure it out

NAH! Just kidding, I own the girl who has no name yet, the plot, and That BAD grade I got on my Algebra I test. The history of the Ring, the Elves, and all that other good stuff belongs to Peter Jackson and Tolkien, except Pippin and Merry and Frodo!

Pippin/Merry/Frodo: HEY!

Me: Yes. I own you, now Frodo can wash the dishes, Merry can mow the lawn, and Pippin can rub my smelly feet!

Hobbits: groan

And remember, rise over run, or Y over X. The two formulas of linear equations that we have gone over are: Y=mxb, and AxBy=C. So these conclude that the answer to number ten is y=4x7, which means that the y-intercept is seven, now if you'll turn your textbooks to page 450, we can observe Aristotle's version of linear equations and two graphs."

I sighed into my paper, barely listening to the droning of the dreaded Algebra teacher, watching as the two numbers stared at me from the test, six-o, basically, a sixty. I lounged back in my chair, still listening to the speeches of Mrs. Timken. I felt the smooth surface of my desk, the cold metal of the chair as I started to slide off and pulled on the metal bars against the back-rest; my mouth watered at the thought of next period, where I would be able to snack on the Snickers bar.

The lights flickered off and the class was surrounded in darkness, despite the open windows and bright sunshine. Mrs. Weiner kept droning, then, the talking stopped, my chair disappeared from underneath me, and I toppled backwards onto my rump and the soft leaves on the forest floor. My breath shook with every inhalation, here I was, in a weird world, nothing but the clothes on my back,

'Wait a second,' I told myself, 'Remember Hatchet? That kid had nothing and survived for months…of course, it was a book, think!' I stared at the ground, shoes! I had shoes, and my gym bag! Who knows what I could scare off with that smell.

A slow song could now be heard, it was sad, and somehow sweet, but I didn't recognize it from any cd's, old or new. A soft blue light came towards me, along with the slow chorale. The beautiful song was cut off suddenly, it echoed in the small clearing; the blue light however, spread out around me, circling. Now I could see that the lights were actually people, people who bore bows with arrows already notched.

Then the circling stopped, with all bows pointing at me, a tall man walked through a gap in the archers, he wore a dark red robe, and his eyes were filled with sadness. "Speak human, how hast thou come here?"

I could think of nothing to say, then my mind started to work, Elves were Elves, but J.R.R. Tolkien had been the one to write down their history. He spoke of the end as all of the elves departed to Valinor, the Undying Land. Where was I? In a dream? In a storybook? In the past? I could now see that all the people who surrounded me had pointed ears, smiling, I stretched out my hand for a shake, "Hey Old Elfie! Nice to meet you Elrond!"

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