"Yeah Ma, I'm fine. No, I haven't been doing drugs. Yes, I'm doing my homework, speaking of which, I have my final class of the semester I need to get to. I'll talk to you later, ok? No, I really need to go. Bye!"

I sighed as I got off the phone (finally) from my Mom. Now that I was in college, she seemed to think that if I wasn't under her guiding hands, I was certain to get into trouble and an hour conversation a day was the only way of keeping me in check. Honestly!

After all my classes were done, I arrived back at my apartment. I took out my keys to unlock the door, when I heard noise inside. I tried the door. It was unlocked. I dialed 911 on my cell in case I would need to call them. I inched the door open. All I saw was some armor and matted blonde hair, a white dress with long sleeves and some more blonde hair.

I cancelled the call and stepped into the room, closing the door. They turned and the white dress ran towards me.

"Cristie! It's so good to see you!"

Eowyn threw her arms around me. Eomer turned as well, and walked toward me and held out his hand. "Looks like you found it." Inside his hand was a little carved horse that he had left last time he had visited me.

He and Eowyn, a large force of the Riddermark, the Fellowship of the Ring, Peter, Susan, Edmund, and Lucy from the Chronicles of Narnia, and Jack and Will from POTC had suddenly appeared at my house willy-nilly. They had spent a very hectic week at my (thankfully four-miles-away-from-anyone-else-with-my-parents-gone) house.

That had been when I was 17. It had been 2 years since then, and I was already wondering how I could fit their whole gang inside my little apartment in the Village. Especially if all the Rohan peeps and their horses came. I'm fond of horses, but there just isn't room I'm sorry to say for them.

The concern must have shown on my face, for Eomer hastened to tell me of how they had gotten here. It was a rather funny story.

Apparently, Faramir and Eowyn hadn't gotten married yet, and Eomer was chaperoning them on a horseback ride. Faramir was taking them to his old hideout in Ithilien. As they entered the cave, they all suddenly found themselves in my apartment.

I asked where Faramir was, and he took that moment to make his entrance. Oh my gosh, I envy Eowyn sooooooo much! Of course, her brother isn't all that ugly either…

Oh, er, anyways… um, yeah so the guys were really cute and we continue with the adventure.

So, I decided since I had finished the semester, I ought to go to my aunt's house post haste. I mean, since the old group seemed to be coming around again. And if that was the case, my apartment wouldn't fit four of their horses let alone the whole group. Thank goodness my aunt needed to have her house watched while she was away visiting family!

A short while later, we were in the car. Faramir was still a little unsure about going so fast, but Eowyn & Eomer were begging me to roll the top down. I did so, and turned up the radio. I passed my emergency pairs of sunglasses out to all of them. We arrived at my aunt's house that night, with Eowyn still giggling about the soda I had given to Eomer that he gagged on. (Eomer is well know to be able to hold his beer in the Riddermark, but apparently he can't take root beer)

I unlocked the door, and stepped inside. A note was lying on the table. It read, "Hi dear, sorry I couldn't see you before you left, but I had to leave a little earlier than I thought. Help yourself to anything in the fridge, and enjoy yourself. My movie rental card is in the left drawer. Lancelot's dog food is in the cupboard. Have a nice time honey!

"Aunt Joanna"

(Honestly! Who would name their rottweiler Lancelot?) While I was reading, I saw a figure slip in the door out of the corner of my eye. It paused when it saw me. Then it came forward and something tapped me on the shoulder. I turned around to face an arrow on the string. I saw blue eyes beyond it relax, then widen in surprise.

"Lady Cristie, it is good to see you again!"

"I would feel a lot happier about seeing you again if you lowered your bow."

Legolas sheepishly lowered his bow, and gave a low whistle to someone outside. Gimli entered with grunt. Unfortunately for Eomer, who had just entered behind Gimli and was still looking a little green from his encounter with soda, the dwarf chose that time to ask what had been his favorite question last time around.

"Well woman, where are you hiding the beer of a root?"

I dodged out of Eomer's way and pointed in the direction of the bathroom in panic.

"It's that way! Turn left!"

We spent the rest of the day babysitting the sick-as-a-dog-Eomer. Poor guy, the bubbles in the pop really hadn't agreed with him. He finally fell asleep at 10 pm and Eowyn and I retreated from the room before he had the chance to wake up again, leaving Faramir with him.

I was about to flop down onto the sofa, when there was a scream from the direction of the kitchen, a loud crash, and then the most interesting words in Elvish that must have been the translations of English four letter words.

Eowyn rolled her eyes at me, and we both bolted on silent feet for the kitchen. A very humorous sight met us. The elf sat on the floor by the counter, with the remnants of the cookie jar, it's contents, and a stool spread around him. He was rubbing his head and letting out a continuous stream of Elvish expletives.

He still hadn't noticed us, and promptly halted his muttering when he discovered an Oreo in his hair. He yanked it out, and began munching on it. He had found five more before I frightened him out of his wits.

"Would you care for a napkin," I asked innocently. Legolas jumped about 3 feet off the floor, twirled around in mid air, and went into a defensive crouch, his cheeks bulging with cookies. He desperately needed the napkin, for his mouth and hands were smeared so badly with chocolate that he looked as though he'd been rubbing them in mud.

I'm sure that what he attempted to say was, "I can explain everything," but all that came out from the crammed mouth was, "Icnpaevyting," and half a soggy Oreo.

He was complaining the rest of the night as he cast murderous glances at Eowyn and I from the bucket of soapwater we had given him. The main reason was that we had confiscated all the remaining Oreos and were enjoying them in front of a screening of the Attack of the Clones. The other reason was that we had given him(besides the soapwater) a broom, a rag and wax for the kitchen floor.

We could hear his voice rise above the sounds of light sabers clashing now and then with the predicted grumble, "I'm an elf! I'm not supposed to be down on my hands and knees scrubbing the floor till my hands get all dry and cracked."

We fell asleep like that and woke up the next morning to the fridge door slamming. My bleary gaze rose quickly enough to catch a guilty looking Faramir racing down the hall with a bucket of whipped cream. I shook my head and yawned, rubbing my eyes.

"HEEEEEEELLLLLLLPPPPPPPPPP!" I jumped upright and raced out the door. My aunt's rottweiler was circling a tree excitedly, jumping up now and then to snap at the branches. Another panicked scream tore from the oak in question.

"Someone, please, help me! What kind of thing is this anyways? HHHHEEEEEELLLLLLPPPPPPP!"

Before I could sprint there, an elven like blur raced past me, putting arrow to string. I started shrieking, "No, stop! It won't hurt anyone. Don't!"

The blur came to a sudden halt as the dog turned around and began to bark. Legolas looked like a statue except for his eyes, rolling in fear as he looked at the slobbering, growling animal. The thing that he didn't look at though was it's tail. It was waving merrily, and I could tell Lancelot was excited with all his new playmates.

Legolas screamed as loud as the person in the tree did when the dog knocked him over and began to lick his face enthusiastically. I put a stop to the whole thing by calling Lance over and yelling at the two panicked persons to put a stopper in their screaming activators.

"YO! ALL OF YOU JUST BE QUIET!"

Utter silence fell, until the person in the trees squeaked, "Keep that beast away from me. I'm warning you, I could have it destroyed!"

I nearly collapsed with frustration as I moaned to myself, "Why is it always me? Am I doomed to finish a semester, then find myself loaded down with the job of taking care of a bunch of out-of-my-universe-wierdos?"

While I was dealing with slight hyperventilation, Legolas swung up into the tree to retrieve whoever(or whatever) was up there. He hopped down quite nimbly, for an elf who hadn't been able to hold himself on a counter long enough to properly retrieve a bunch of oreos, with a squealing, kicking boy who was spouting off long words a million miles a minute.

"I demand that you take me to the nearest British consul immediately or it will be worse for you when I negotiate with the governmental institute of justice to ascertain your no doubt uncreative excuses for setting the dog on me. Tell me instantly whose vile cur it was that so ferociously attacked me?"

Legolas let go of the boy, completely flabbergasted at his vocabulary. The boy (who I knew by this time by his speech alone to be Eustace Scrubb from Narnia, well actually from England and he just visited there…annyways) took the opportunity to glance around for any guilty faces. He spotted mine, which was sniggering uncontrollably at the stupidness and ridiculousness of the situation, and immediately stomped over.

"I take it that the offending animal was your brute. I order you to keep it controlled!"

I rolled my eyes and pushed him away. "Don't be ridiculous Eustace. By the way, where were you before you landed in the tree?"

He pulled a face, sulking slightly as he realized that he was known here.

"I was flying above Dragon Island, when suddenly the land before me changed, and I suddenly dropped. I landed in the tree as a boy instead of the dragon."

"Interesting. Get in the house, wash up and change. You'll find clothes in the bathroom closet. Oh, and if you're hungry, talk to Elf-Boy here. He'll show you where to find the cookies."

I wiggled an eyebrow at the very confused Legolas and walked off in the opposite direction for a walk. I desperately needed to get away from all the psychos. Sadly, that was not to be, as it seemed a day for people from other places to suddenly drop from the sky. Except this time, I heard a person yelling, looked up, saw a black shape and felt something hard hit me, then blackness.

When I opened my eyes, it was dark and my head felt like it would split open. I attempted to sit up, but groaned and lay back as pain lanced through me. A hand pushed me back (the reason for the laying back thing) as a voice said, "You better lie still for a while. I'm afraid you're going to be in pain for a while."

My eyes finally focused and grew used to the light. When I saw the people who were sitting next to me, I forsook any ideas I had of lying still. I scuttled backwards until I accidentally slammed into a tree, hitting my already throbbing skull.

Anakin (or should I call him Hayden Christiensen?) immediately jumped up to help me. I must have presented an awfully pitiful vision. There I was, simultaneously rubbing my head and my leg, which I had just noticed had sustained what looked like a painting on the calf consisting of green, yellow, purple, and blue bruises, all the while muttering incoherent phrases like, "Why me? Why… have to…all…universes…Jedo…I mean Jedi…Star Wars…help!"

Obi-Wan, who was thankfully with Anakin, approached me with some tea he had made (Wait, hold everything…where did he get the tea?) and used the force to calm me. Of course, it only worked because at that point I was too wierded out to remember that the force, in actuality, did not exist. I sipped my tea tranquilly while Anakin finished bandaging a cut on my arm. (what he had been doing before I woke up and freaked out)

Once I had finished the tea, something clicked that I had forgotten about till then.

"Hey, how come you guys fell on top of me? I mean, aren't you like, supposed to be back on Naboo or Coruscant or wherever you guys come from? And I couldn't have gotten so banged up just by being landed on by you peeps. What happened?"

Anakin chuckled as he fastened the end of the bandage in place with a pin.

"Actually, I have no clue. We were just sitting around, waiting for a transport to take us to the Jedi temple for our next assignment, when we decided to practice a little. We did simultaneous flips and special moves. We were in mid-air on a back-side-double-twist when all the city structures around us melted away and we found ourselves falling toward a forest on a different planet.

"Of course, Master Obi-Wan was panicking, especially when he saw you in our path, so I grabbed him then caught a tree branch and we stopped. Well, more like I stopped. At the sudden jerk, I lost hold of Master Obi-Wan and he landed on you.

"Then when I jumped down to help, this wild looking creature with a metal sword ran at you and my master (both of you were completely blacked out). It kept shouting something like, "I am a fighting Urukhai!" or some such nonsense. He had just swung his sword down and taken a small chunk out of your arm here when I ignited my light saber and took care of him."

I slapped my fore head as I realized not only had Star Wars had descended on my aunt's neighborhood, but some Middle Earthian orcs had decided to visit. And who knows who was at my aunt's house by now!

I quickly regretted slapping my head as fresh waves of pain zoomed through my body.
"Ok, lets get to my place. I'll introduce you to the crowd, get you settled and when we find a way to get all of you out of here."

Obi-Wan interrupted me. "So, where is this place, anyway? What planet are we on?"

"Erm, we are pleasantly, I mean presently about one mile north of my aunt's house, USA, planet Earth. Does that answer your questions?"

Obi nodded while Anakin stood up. "If you live near here, the sooner we get there the better. I'll carry you till you're head clears a little."

I realized they, of course, didn't know my name, so I introduced myself.

"Oh and by the way, I'm Cristie."

Anakin replied, "Obi-Wan & Anakin, Jedi Knights." Then amending his words after a meaningful look from Obi, "Actually, Master Obi-Wan and I'm his padawan Anakin."

"Pleased to meet you. Now can we get out of here?"

Anakin lifted me, and I became painfully aware of my various bumps and bruises. I directed them in the, uh, well direction of the house.

As we proceeded, I took great delight in being held by Anakin. I mean, come on! A lot of girls wishing they could just get an autograph of Hayden's when they saw Attack of the Clones, and there I was, bandaged up by none other than Anakin Skywalker, and being carried by him! Totally awesome or what? There are some bonuses to being the maid during people-from-stories vacations; you know what I'm saying? So, uh, anyways…

When we arrived at my aunt's backyard, a truly horrifying sight met my eyes. I snorted with disgust into Anakin's Jedi cloak.

It appeared that the two sweet-tooths (Faramir y Legolas) had discovered my ant's huge (and I mean huge) supply of ice cream. By the looks of the deck, the grass surrounding it, and the trees that stood as sentinels, a large fight had taken place. There were splotches of cookies and cream her, a little Moose Tracks there, mixed in with what appeared to be bubble gum ice cream.

Anakin looked down at me and grinned. "This is indeed a strange planet you live on. What's all this gushy stuff?"

"Elves Delight. Let's get in the house and go from there."

He raised an eyebrow, but said no more. It was a good thing I prepped him beforehand about the situation and who was at my house.

Thankfully, they had kept their ice cream fight outside. Eowyn spotted us as soon as we entered. (The others were all glued to the TV show Survivors. "Cristi! I was so worried about you especially since you've been gone for a whole day." She suddenly realized that it wasn't just me. (Took her long enough since I was being carried by Anakin)

She turned bright red, as she recognized who was standing next to Anakin. (We had seen Attack of the Clones the night before, and she had commented that she thought Obi-Wan was, "A very, very handsome man.")

"Obi-Wan pulled his hand out of the sleeves of his cloak. "I'm Obi-Wan, a Jedi Knight, and this is my padawan Anakin. And you are…?"

"Eowyn, sir knight."

After introduction time was over, I asked if anymore people had popped out of a tree.

"Not really."

"What does not really mean?"

"Only two."

She gestured toward the couch where I spotted a furry head protruding from the couch.

"That one is very odd. I think his name was Chewbacca. His friend can understand him and translates for us."

My heart bounding, I asked, "Who's his friend?"

"He said his name was Han Solo."

It was at that time that I uh, came through with flying colors, and the rest of the time everyone was there I was a perfect angel. Well, that is a slight exaggeration. In actuality, I kinda, not really, slightly collapsed. Then again, maybe that's still a little bit of fabrication. Fine! I admit. I, Cristi Reolan for the first time ever, fainted. End of story, I'm not talking about it again.