Disclaimer: We don't own nothing! We do own a little character named Vebrion. She has a guy's name even though she's a girl. HEHEHE! Oh, and we do own Nilturiel and Firthuliel and Christina. We own Quenya-ish too, it's different from Quenya. Enjoy!
A/N: Everything in * is elvish.
Chapter 1 The Invitation
"I don't think he'll come." Firthuliel whined.
"He'll come. You just have to ask him." Nilturiel assured her. "It just can't be over the internet. He's afraid of it. He said so himself. You just have to write him a letter. In Quenya-ish, his native language of course."
"Okay, you'll have to help me a little bit. Okay. *Mae Govannen* Orlando! What should I say next?"
"I dunno, it's your invitation."
*Please come to our bow shooting contest on Thursday next. Afterwards we will have a weedshooting contest. (A/N: No, it's not ACTUAL weed, it's the little plantain things you find coming up out of the ground. NOT drugs.) Just so you know, we are extremely bad at both so you will be assured that you will win. Here are the directions to my house.*
"There we go. He's got to come! Orlando Bloom has nothing better to do on Thursdays right? Put it in the mail." Nilturiel said.
(A Week Later)
"Okay, I'm ready to go!" Christina said. She was driving Nilturiel and Orlando over to Firthuliel's house. They all piled in the car. They were almost there when the car suddenly broke down in a remote area. Nothing was around. Or at least that Nilturiel could see.
"Horses!" Orlando cried. "They will carry us to safety!"
"Or to Firthuliel's! Whichever is closer!" Nilturiel exclaimed.
Orlando pulled Nilturiel up behind him leaving Christina standing there with the car. "Firthuliel's house! Is it left or right?"
"Straight ahead." Nilturiel replied.