w00t! I've gotten round to writing more than just playscript humour, and this is my first try, so I need all the tips I can get ^^;; Oh, Ariandir..*cowers* I'm sorry if I steal your ideas, but mine is hopefully kinda different...heheheheheh...forgive me ^^;; I was inspired by "There's An Elf In My Kitchen" to write my own version, though I suppose I daydreamed about it before...read TAEIMK all you deprived souls, it's really awesome *hail-ness to Ariandir* Oh yeah, I don't own David Eddings etc.

Oi! Ariandir, I know that I should wait to see if you don't mind me posting this but you don't seem to have been online at all recently =/ so I've just posted it. If you mind at all email me and I take it down! ^_^ And off we go!

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You know, I have no idea how to start this off....oh well....

I guess I should start at the beginning, that's always a good place to begin if you're going to begin to begin something that hasn't already begun to begin...if that made any sense at all...anyway, forget the damn prologue, it can hide in a tree and eat Jaffa cakes or something while the story just starts writing itself. So the main point is, this is the beginning of the story, so it would be a good idea for me to damn well tell you what happened, yes? ...Good, I'm glad we're agreed.

So I was sitting....not writing songs, not playing a musical instument, not eating a pineapple...just sitting at the computer monitor. Guess what I was doing... I was, wait for it, typing! Oh, how exciting and unusual...anyways...it was raining outside, quite heavily even for Scotland. One of the bulbs had blown so I had a candle sitting next to me.

There was a knock at the door. I glanced at the clock on the wall….02:00 hours….I looked at my watch…half past seven…stupid clock….. It was a little early to be my brother coming home from his guitar lesson. I got up, I couldn't believe it, I had to walk a whole two metres to kitchen because my ditz of a big brother couldn't remember his house keys. Sure enough, there was a figure about the size of my big brother at the door, of course, I couldn't see him that clearly. Sighing, I opened the door.

And that was the start.

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well, what did you think? I'm working on the next chapter as you read this…bet you really can't guess who's at the door *wry grin* review please!

PS: If ya can think of a better name for ma fic, please tell me.. I really couldn't come up with anything better than this o_o ..... yeah, did you get it, by the way? I'm Scottish and The Elenium was callled that cause it's set in Eosia about Elenes so I kinda merged the words Scottish and Elenium to make Sco_enium and...yeah...I can see you don't care. Anyway *sweatdrop* , moving swiftly on.............^_^;;