Okay, so I'm quite brain-dead on my other stories, they just aren't that appealing to be anymore, so I'm going to take a good break from them, and write something I've been dreaming about writing for ages, but have had to summon up a lot of guts to get going on it. Because now... I'm going to be writing... A Lord of the Rings and Maximum Ride fan fiction. In the Lord of the Rings world. OMG this is going to be tough, considering I'll have to re-read the books as I write. Ugh. Forgive me if I'm not too descriptive and all. Let's just say that I tried.

Manwe:

Manwe sighed as he looked over the council members, all fidgeting restlessly in their seats. Every eye was on him, and they all looked nervous about what he was going to say. He knew why they were giving him those confused stares though. And he probably deserved them.

"What did you do again? " asked Ulmo, pressing his fingers to his temples.

"I accidently brought humans from a place I do not know of. I was performing my usual spell for calming a storm, a particularly vicious tornado headed straight for Rivendell. I have destroy the tornado, but at the very end of the spell, a large fly of sorts happened to fly into my eye, causing me to lose focus, and the spell went completely out of control."

"You...brought... humans from another dimension?!" cried Varda in exasperation. Many others were shaking their heads in disbelief.

"Well, maybe we could make the best of this.. Are they skilled with weapons? Can they help escort the ring to Mordor? " said Ulmo carefully.

"Ulmo, my dear friend, they are children..." said Manwe.

"Children from another dimension..." muttered Aule, who proceeded to sigh deeply.

"But... they are indeed...skilled..."

"Children who can fight? How is this so?" murmured Varda quietly, but loud enough to be clearly heard by Manwe and Ulmo.

Manwe gulped, and then said, "Well, I know what your response will be, but, well... These children all have...wings..."

And indeed, Manwe predicted correctly their reactions to the startling news. Ulmo screeched, and fell out of his chair with a heavy thump. Varda gasped and nearly passed out. Aule's eyes widened, and he threw his hands up in exasperation.

"What are we to do now?!" he cried.

"Well, it seems we will just have to watch and wait," said Varda tentatively. Manwe nodded, and mumbled weakly, "Council dismissed."

Max:

"So, we've rescued my mom, what now?" I said, my powerful wings working overtime to keep me and Akila aloft at the same time. Geez, that dog was heavy...

"I dunno..." muttered Fang. "Hang out?" asked Nudge enthusiastically.

"Yeah. I guess we can get some peace and quiet now..." I said. But I spoke too soon, because not three seconds after I spoke the words, a humming noise pierced the silence. It was coming from my left, over near Gazzy, Iggy, and Angel.

"Um, Gazzy, is that the silly string bomb we made? If it is, I'm out of here," said Iggy.

"Silly string bomb?!" I asked, raising my eyebrows at the juvenile bomb experts.

"Yeah, it explodes, and covers everything in a twenty foot radius in silly strings. But to answer Iggy's question, no, it's not the silly string bomb. I made it so you have to enter a key to activate it. And the key is in a different pocket. I don't know what that humming noise is,"

"Oh, so THAT'S why you stole the lock to that filing cabinet on the submarine!" barked Total.

"Say WHAT?!" I cried. Gazzy and Iggy flinched.

"Sorry Max..." muttered Gazzy.

"I really don't think you are..." I muttered under my breath.

"Guilty..." chuckled Fang, as Gazzy turned bright red.

The humming had gotten louder now. I wondered what the heck it was. We stopped flying, and hovered in one place, listening.

"You sure it's not one of your other bombs?" I asked.

"Yeah, positive,"

And then out of nowhere, the humming increased to a roar and the sky split open. Like literally, a black tear appeared in the middle of the air, about the size of a car, and it sucked in a cloud instantly. I felt it sucking, trying to pull me in.

"Run!" I cried, and Gazzy immediately corrected me, "You mean fly?"

"NOT helping!" I cried, struggling against the fierce winds of the spiraling vortex. And then, with a loud screech, I saw Angel get sucked into the black hole thing, and she vanished.

"Angel!" I screamed, and I gave up trying to get away. The vortex's meal had made it stronger than ever, and with loud screams, we were all sucked back into the black pit.

The second I hit it, I felt like my limbs were being taken apart and rearranged into a jumbled mess. My stomach was tied into knots, and my head felt like it was being stretched.

I tried to scream, but no sound came out, and then, it was over. I was on my hands and knees in the grass, panting hard.

I looked around me, and to my relief, all of my flock members were sprawled around me, gasping and sweating. Nudge was green in the face, and she ran off and retched behind a bush.

When she returned, she was shaky, and dizzy, and her speech was very slurred, "Wha wahs thet?"

"I have no freaking idea... But it wasn't fun, that's for sure..."

We were in the forest, on an incline, like we were on some sort of mountain. How the heck had we gotten here? Was that like, a teleporting thing? Was this something the whitecoats had cooked up?

"Should we fly, and find out where we are?" asked Gazzy quietly.

"Nah, keep your wings tucked in," I muttered.

I crept through the underbrush, and soon, we came upon a stone path. Up ahead, I could see white marble glinting in the sunlight. We walked on, and when we reached the marble, I realized that the woods ended here, and I could see the sky in all directions. And what I saw amazed me.

We were in some sort of palace, with soaring marble arches, and gleaming courtyards. Huge white domes spread across the massive expanse of cobble paths. And just to our left, the mountain soared down steeply, and I saw that we were standing on a raised platform, clinging to the mountain. There were people in the distance, milling about, and I realized they were wearing strange, flowing white and gray clothing.

"Wow... Just... Wow..." muttered Nudge, her mouth hanging open.

We walked cautiously down the path that went under pure white arches covered in blooming honeysuckle, and colorful flowers that gave off a entrancing perfume.

I saw Angel picking a honeysuckle flower, and eating it. She chewed on it for a second, then made a face, and spat it out in disgust. I laughed, as she tried to rub pollen off of her tongue, "You're not supposed to EAT it. Here, watch."

I showed her how to take the stem thing out of the flower, and get the tasty nectar. Yum!

And so we went, picking the ripest honeysuckles, and generally having a good time, until we turned a corner, and I ran straight into someone.

We both fell to the floor, in a tangled mess. I picked myself up, and brushed the leaves off of my jeans. It was a man, but I'd never seen a man like this before. He had high arched eyebrows, and strangely wise, and old looking eyes. They made him look like he'd seen the universe being created, and was still here to tell about it. Yet he still looked only in his forties. He looked extremely graceful, and as he stood up, glaring pointedly at me, I realized that he was wearing weird, flowing clothes that were pure white, and some sort of sparkly headband thing. Also, he had weird, extremely pointy ears.

"It's Mr. Spock the Angel!" cried Gazzy, snickering.

"Shut up Gazzy..." I muttered.

The man was looking very confusedly at us. Guess he didn't know who Spock was. Either that, or we weren't supposed to be here. Which, I guess, we weren't.

"Children, what brings you hither?" the man said, and Fang snorted loudly. Angel and Nudge giggled. I just managed to hold in the laughter that threatened to burst out.

"Who the heck says 'hither' anymore?!" Gazzy choked, between laughs. The man stared at us, astonished. I had no idea what was going on here.

"Who are you, and why do you mock me? Where have you arrived from, and what is your purpose here? Surely six children have no business in Rivendell," he said calmly, but his eyes glowed like fire. This guy was weird, and he scared me, so I decided to tell the truth. Part of it at least.

"Dude, I don't know what the heck we're doing here. We literally just got here. We kind of... stumbled across this palace place while we were on a walk in the woods."

"On a walk in the woods? For what purpose? And how did you persuade the guards to let you in?" he asked, glaring ferociously at us.

"Guards?" I asked, before realizing that I had just made us sound like we had snuck in. Great going Max, ya big doofus.

The man took a long look at us, like he was inspecting us, then said quietly, "It is impossible to get into Rivendell without going past guards, unless you rode the eagles of course, but then our archers would spot you. So would you like to try again?" His voice was deadly quiet. What was I going to say? Geez, I mean, I could say, "Oh yeah, we magically appeared within your stupid Rivendell borders in a teleporting vortex thing. Sorry for intruding. Can we go now?" but he'd probably just call the police, and then what would we do. I was about to tell the flock to give up on the hidden wings plan, and fly for it, but I decided that would be a bad idea, considering what the crazy dude had said.

"Archers? You have freaking archers? Dude, get with the modern time period, I mean geez... Is this some kind of reenactment?"

"Re-en-act-ment?" asked the queer man, pronouncing the word carefully, like he was tasting it on his tongue. He frowned, and said, "You men talk strangely. Has Bree truly changed that much since I visited?"

"What the heck is Bree? And HELLO! Do I look like a MAN to you?" Gazzy stifled a snigger, and the corner of Fang's mouth twitched at little.

"I was not saying that you are a man, child. I was merely indicating that you are of mankind."

"Oh, like you aren't?" I said snidely, rolling my eyes at this weirdo.

"Of course not! How could you possibly mistake me for a man?!" cried the not-man in astonishment.

"If you're not a human, what are you?" I sneered, and Nudge said, "OOH! Busted!"

"Shut it Nudge." I muttered.

The not-man ignored us, and said quietly, "I am an elf, of course."

"Sure you are..." I muttered, but as I said it, I realized that's why he looked so graceful, and young even though his eyes had that wise look to them, and why, duh!, he had pointy ears.

"An elf..." I repeated slowly. "Why am I getting the feeling we aren't on the same planet anymore?"

"I dunno... I doubt the air would be this clean ANYwhere on earth though. Haven't you smelled it. It's like, so fresh here!" babbled Total. The elf's eyes widened and his jaw dropped open.

"Your beast talks!" he cried fearfully.

Total growled, and barked loudly, "WHAT DID YOU JUST CALL ME?! A BEAST! I'LL GET YOU FOR THAT ONE!" The little dog lunged at the elf, but before he even got close to him, the elf had pulled out a sword and sliced off the tips of Total's ears. Only the fur, thankfully. Even so, Total yelped, and started screeched about how he was going to die.

"Total, he gave you a haircut..." I muttered, rolling my eyes. But still, that sword was freaking scary. It gave out an un-earthly glow, and had strange symbols down the blade. The hilt was filigreed, and engraved, and who knows what else. The edges of the blade were wicked sharp.

The elf put the sword back into a sheath hidden in the folds of his robes, and pulled out a small horn. He gave it a blow, and the most deafening sound came out of the tiny thing.

AHHHHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

The sound echoed around the courtyards, and almost immediately, three elves came running around the corner, bows and swords drawn. They surrounded us, and before we could react, five more arrived. They back us into a wall, and tied our hands together behind our backs. We didn't protest. This wasn't like Erasers or M-Geeks, who only had their fists, or sometimes a gun. Every single elf had a wickedly sharp sword hanging at his waist, and every single one of them was probably highly trained. Add that to the fact that we were outnumbered nine to six, and they had us backed into a corner that was too tight to take off in.

The elf muttered something to one of the other elves, in another language. We were escorted down the halls and came upon an area with doors lining the hallway. There was one every twenty feet or so.

Just as an elf unlocked a door, and was about to push us into the room, three tiny guys, the tallest of whom just came to my shoulder, came racing down the hallway. Each of them was wearing old fashioned clothes, and had curly brown hair. They were laughing and jumping, and I noticed that they wore no shoes, and had immensely hairy feet. What the heck?

Behind them followed a tall man with dark brown hair that had just been combed, and was wearing even weirder clothes. He had a sword hanging at his waist. When he noticed us, his eyes widened, and he looked questioningly at the three elves escorting us.

They had a rapid conversation in elvish or whatever they called it, and Aragorn frowned deeply, and studied us.

"Children..." he sniffed, "The first to penetrate Rivendell's guard without being seen... How ironic..."

One of the elves shrugged, and said something in elvish, as I had deemed it. Hey, I could have called it Elfish, so don't complain. Maybe that was what the language was called. Who knew.

Then, as the elves pushed us into the room, unbound us, and locked the door, realization dawned on me. And, how embarrassing, well, I fainted.

When I came to, I was lying on a comfy white bed, with the others sitting on their own beds scattered around a large, cozy room. This was our prison cell? The very idea that we were being kept prisoner in this luxurious room was so stupid I laughed out loud. Fang looked at me like I'd gone insane. And then I realized, I probably had. I shouldn't be laughing. Because I had figured out where we were. We were in a freaking book.