Disclaimer: I own Sasha and Rena, but that's it. Tolkien is the most amazing person who ever lived on the face on this earth.

Author's Note: This was inspired by reading reviews of Mary Sues. Everytime one said, "Such-and-such would never actually happen," I said, "That won't happen in my story." Granted, in order to make them survive and have a bit of adventure they may get one special power apiece, but that's about it. Enjoy! And please review! I'd love to know what you think.

KABOOOM!!!

"Oops…"

That's Sasha. Brilliant, but a klutz. She just blew up our intense going-to-get-us-an-A-plus chemistry project…for the third time. But this time, the smoke isn't clearing, and I begin to cough.

"Sasha? What'd you do?"

"Umm…I broke the vial."

"You broke the VIAL!?! That stuff cost my mom like 200 bucks! I don't even know what it is, but you said it would make everything work, and now you broke the VIAL!?!"

"Chillax Rena. I still have a few drops left…I think."

"UGH!" I throw up my hands in disgust, then realize that I still can't even see my hands when they're that far away. Waving my hands around, I ask, "Sasha, what's all this smoke from?"

"Umm…the pot. I told you this could get messy. That's why we're outside in the middle of a field."

"So you expected this to happen?"

"Well, you're not really supposed to combine carbon tetrachloride and fluorine, but I talked to my dad, and he said that as long as it's cold outside, which it is, then the carbon tetrachloride won't form phosgene, which is poisonous, so we should be fine. And it shouldn't deplete the ozone too much 'cause its atmospheric concentrations have been in decline since 1992. And the freon refrigerants we produced have been created before with no major problems." She's getting desperate now. "I only made a little dichlorodifluoromethane!"

Blank look. Do you have any idea what she's talking about? 'Cause I don't. "Sasha?"

"Yeah?"

"You're a nut. You're deliberating destroying the ozone."

"But Rena!" she cries. "I didn't think it would be that bad! I was going to make a break through!"

"You did. In the ozone layer. And in Mr. O'Grady's field." I have just noticed this fact as the smoke is just now clearing. The field seems strangely blacker than it was and littered with a few more rocks than before.

We gaze around us, and, as the smoke finally dissipates completely, we gasp.

"Mr. O'Grady's house!" I shriek. "Sasha! What did you do to his house?"

Sasha stands there, flabbergasted. "I don't know." We slowly walk over to the edge of the field and stare. The house has disappeared. Then it hits us. There's no house there now, and this particular spot never had a house. In fact, not only is there no house, but there's no road, no house across the street, no telephone poles, and, most importantly, no my house. I turn to Sasha.

"Sasha, where's my house?" I speak calmly, clearly, and with a distinct hint of menace.

"Rena, I…"

"Sasha, where is my house?" My voice is harder this time.

"I don't know! The carbon tetrachloride should have…"

"SASHA!!! WHERE IS MY FREAKIN' HOUSE?!?" I lost it. Houses do not just randomly disappear. Roads do not vanish.

"I don't FREAKIN' FLIPPIN' KNOW!!!" she yells back, then takes a deep breath. "Let me think." Just then, the ground starts to rumble. We both freeze, wondering if houses are going to come rising out of the ground, but then I spot a small cloud of dust coming toward us from the other side of the field.

"What is it?" I ask. "I can't tell with all the dust." We both squint at the cloud, then I say, "It looks like horsemen. A lot of horsemen."

"A lot of horsemen?" Sasha repeats quizzically. "Here? Why?" We wait until they are closer, then try to wave them down, but they are paying no attention to us. "Hey! EXCUSE ME!" Sasha yells. Then, extremely frustrated at their lack of attention, she starts sprinting in a different direction. I roll my eyes and follow her.

"Where are you going?" I pant as I run alongside her. "The horsemen are over there."

"Yes," she answers. "But if I calculated the angle and the speeds correctly, by the time we reach that tree over there, they should be going right past it too." I glance over at the horsemen and make a few estimates of my own. Of course, she's right.

We reach the tree just in time. Horsemen come thundering past us, again completely ignoring the fact that Sasha and I are making fools of ourselves, waving and shouting for their attention.

"This is pathetic!" Sasha shouts. She runs forward and grabs onto the reins of a passing horse.

"Klutz." I roll my eyes as the horse swerves and Sasha's hand is tangled in the reins, causing the rider to slow to a stop and disentangle the foolish girl. But now Sasha refuses to let go of the reins.

"I'm not letting go until you tell me where my friend's house went!" I hear her scream as she clings with all her might to the reins the man is attempting to pry from her fingers. I join her in time to hear the man reply.

"Miss, I assure you, no man has dwelt on this part of the Old South Road since the time of my grandfather's grandfather. As a Rider of Rohan, this I swear." Sasha and I gaped at the man.

"As a Rider…of Rohan?" Sasha gasped.

"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! HAHAHAHAHA!! Ooh hoo! Hehe…Rider of Rohan…Hahahaha! That's a good one!" Sasha and I laugh so hard we have tears running down our faces. "Next we'll be having elves and hobbits." The man gives us an odd look.

"I do not understand the humor of the situation. I and the other Riders are patrolling the Old South Road from Charbad to the gap of Rohan, as we do often. The closest elves are to the northeast, in Rivendell, and the closest hobbits are to the northwest. To either place I can give you direction, should you desire."

We stop laughing. This guy is serious. And the few others that have stayed behind to watch us laughing idiots seem to agree with him completely.

"So…where exactly are we?" I venture.

"You are on the Old South Road, two miles south of the Greyflood crossing," he replies.

"Any chance we could get a lift to Rivendell?" Sasha pipes up.

"Sasha!" I hiss, but it's already too late.

"If that is your desire, we have some Riders, including myself, who are going in that direction."

"Great!" Sasha replies, pulling herself up behind the man. "Rena, find a ride." I look around uncomfortably. This is not good. We're surrounded by lunatics who think we're actually in Middle Earth, and Sasha just up and trusts them to take us to Rivendell?!? The man motions to another one of the Riders, who comes and offers me a hand.

The ride was unpleasant, to say the least. Long hours behind a saddle, bumping around, terrible food, awful smells, and a loudly chattering Sasha. She at least had fun. She kept her Rider, Fréadern, laughing with her witty stories. Some people get all the brains and all the charm. I, on the other hand, was silent the entire way.

Once we got to Rivendell, Fréadern and his men were greeted warmly. Then Sasha and I were introduced to Elrond. She stared in awe while I tried to make myself as small as possible. This could not be happening. But Elrond didn't know what to do with us. Oh, he was polite and all, but honestly, what would you do if two random teenage girls showed up at your house uninvited and then proceeded to stare at you in complete awe? So we got our own room and were given some "decent" clothes to wear, then we were left alone.

Sasha flopped down on the bed and sighed. "Rena?"

"Yeah?" She sat up and looked at me with a massive grin plastered on her face.

"WE'RE IN RIVENDELL!!! WOOHOOOOOOOOO!!!!!" Thus giving me and everyone else in Rivendell a heart attack and an enormous headache.