Okey-dokey this is not really mine, it was written by the Wilkinson sisters and all credit goes to them. Unfortunately I have had an empirically crazy time try to get the one I do have contact with to reply on Facebook and this was so good it was such a waste not to share it I decided to upload it and let them shoot me later, oh well.

Disclaimer: Blah, blah, blah, these characters don't belong to me and I never liked Frodo much anyway. Oh, and 'Moni' had nothing to do with this story. And I especially DO NOT like that prissy elf, mwahahaha

Cast of OCs.

Monica Wilkinson(aka Moni)

Age, 20-21ish.

Description, incredibly beautiful. hair: shoulder length, straight, dark brown. Eyes: emerald green. Height: 5'8". Build: slim-athletic. Specialty: karate.

Olivia Wilkinson(aka Oli)

Age: 19

Description, relatively pretty in tomboyish sort of way with a generous helping of freckles. Hair: mid-back length, curly, medium brown. Eyes:hazel-greenish. Height: 5'11". Build: well toned athletic. Specialty: Boxing, being a wiseass and the one to use their brain for something other than guys or driving everyone nuts.

Heather Wilkinson.

Age:16

Description, pretty in an elvish kind of way, light freckles around nose. Eyes: green. Hair: waist-length, straight, blond. Height: 5'6-and-a-half". Build: slender, athletic. Specialty: archery, annoying Legolas and the other weirdos.

Duri

Age:11

Description: er pretty, I guess. Hair: dark brown-auburn. Eyes: brown. Height: 4'5". Specialty: ummmmmmmmm.

Chapter

- 1 -

A Tragic Occurrence

Oli ran up the last flight of stairs that led to her room, and kicked open the door. She collapsed on her bed her bed, dirty and sweaty.

At that moment, a girl with long, blond hair entered the room. She immediately put down the book that she was reading and raised her eyebrows high as she surveyed the room.

"Oli," she said. "Don't you dare go to sleep until you've cleaned up every last bit of your mess!"

Oli sat up and looked around at the room. Dirty clothes hung out of an open bag, a large punch bag hung on a hook in the ceiling, nearby a small target board hung on the wall. A pair of grimy boxing gloves lay on the floor.

"What mess? The target plaque is yours!" Oli queried.

The blond girl rolled her eyes and pointed to the floor.

" It's not even messy, Heather, you're clearly over-reacting!" stated Oli, rolling over.

"Oh no you don't! You'll clean it up right now!" Heather said.

"Umm…" Oli thought. " No." she finished.

"Look, just clean it up, okay?" Heather picked up her book.

Just then, another, older girl with shoulder length, brown hair entered.

"Guys, we need to get ready for the Halloween party! It starts in two hours…" the girl was cut short as she slipped on a pair of grimy boxing gloves.

"God, Oli! Why can't you clean up after yourself?" she snapped.

"Sorry, Moni. I just got back from the gym. I didn't have time to…" Oli was cut off by her older sister.

"And you still don't have time to! We've got to get ready now if we're going to catch the free bus."

"Fine, I'll go take a shower." Oli grabbed a towel.

"Moni, can you help me? I'm dressing up as a forest Elf, but number one, you have the pants, and number two, I don't have any make-up that would go." Heather pleaded.

"Uhh, fine but you owe me big time. The pants are in my closet." Moni got out her make-up case.

Just then a knock was heard on the door.

"I'll get it." Oli went over and opened the door to reveal Duri, an annoying, perverted girl of about eleven with auburn hair reaching to the middle of her back.

"What do you want?" Heather asked warily.

"I'll be in the shower." Oli banged the bathroom closed behind.

"Duri, what do you want?" repeated Heather.

"My mom says I can go with you to the Club Halloween party." Duri stated.

"What? I don't care what your mom says, we're not watching you, therefore you can't come!" Moni stated.

"And besides, the parties are strictly fourteen on up." Heather added.

"But my mom said I could go." Duri stated.

"But your mom's not above the Club rules, and besides, we're not watching you." Moni said.

"Duri, we're not watching you, so you can't come. It's as simple as that." Heather said.

"MOM! MOM!" called Duri, stomping downstairs.

"Brat." muttered Heather. The most annoying part of living with the family of their half-sister's father was the rules, oh and the guy's wife.

Just then, Duri's mom (who we will refer to as Clemency) came upstairs accompanied by Duri.

"Girls, girls, why won't you take Duri?"

"Because she's too young." Moni said flatly, "The parties are for fourteen on up."

"Girls, I think maybe you shouldn't go if Duri can't go!" Clemency grouched.

"Ha! Yeah right!" Heather laughed.

"Right Heather, you can take Duri's place!" Clemency insisted.

"How about no!" stated Heather.

"Yeah, should we ask the home?" suggested Moni.

"Fine." agreed Clemency.

After a brief meeting, it was, of course, decided that Duri should not go. So the three girls set off for the party.

After an uneventful bus trip to town, the girls were walking down the few blocks to the Club.

"I feel kind of awkward in this outfit." Heather admitted to her sisters, as she walked along in the dark, dressed in long white pants with two slits, a blue Chinese shirt, elf ears, a bow and a quiver of arrows she had from her archery class, with protective knobs on them, otherwise Noah, the self appointed overseer whom nobody liked or listened to, would grouch.

Moni wore a black karate suit (she had been studying martial arts for three years, for a visa), and Oli wore a pair of jean bellbottoms, and a brown top (she was going as 'herself').

Suddenly, out from the dark, a figure in an ebony cloak stepped right out, smack in front of Moni, causing her to scream with shock.

"Do you believe in Middle Earth?" the figure questioned.

"Get a life, Mike. Stop trying to scare us." Moni said.

"I am no ' Mike'. Answer the question." The figure's voice certainly didn't sound like Mike.

"What kind of a question is that? Of course Middle Earth's a place..." Heather said, and the figure seemed satisfied.

" …New Zealand!" Heather added.

"In the book, of course. But in real life it's purely fictitious." Moni said in an annoyed tone.

"No I don't. And you're asking me why?" Oli finished.

"And what about you?" The figure asked, looking straight at a dark corner.

" I'm sorry…who?" questioned Heather.

"Come out, I know you are there. You cannot hide from the great Eye." the figure said.

Out from the dark stepped Duri.

"God, Duri! What are you doing here? I'm taking you straight back home and telling your mom!" Oli said angrily.

"My mom said I could go! She paid my taxi fare, so there!" Duri turned to the figure, "And I don't know what you're talking about! I haven't seen the movie!"

"Your group has been weighed in the balances and found wanting." The figure pulled off the hood of his cloak.

"Hey, you're one of the old fogies fighting with sticks…um…Saruman." Oli said triumphantly.

"I am Saruman the White. The greatest of all magicians! You four do not believe in the fact of Middle Earth, and for that you must be punished!" with that, Saruman began to muter off in some language, "I have just cast a spell that only the most powerful of magicians can perform. Your fate is that you four must remain in Middle Earth until the Ring of Power is destroyed. This cycle will not inevitably occur, for the Fellowship will fail if you do not intervene. But if one word you say to prevent the inevitable, you will all die. For that is the way it has been and that is the way it will be for all time. Now, it is time for you to leave this world. No time will have passed, if you return. That is, if you live."

Saruman began to laugh.

Moni figured that this was either the real Saruman or a very drunk person. Either way she didn't want to stick around. She headed quickly down the path and others followed.

Saruman's voice followed them, "You may run, I care not. But you cannot run from the great Eye!"

Suddenly the ground flew from underneath the girl's feet, and they began to fall, to where, they knew all too well.

Reviiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeeeeew