Fiona's POV

It was a cloudy day near Midvale, New Hampshire… Which is a normal occurrence, but that is not important to the tale I am about to relate.

I had just arrived at my friend Zoey Derringer's house and was prepared to do the usual things with her and her siblings – staying up late and watching the Hobbit in particular.

I grabbed the Hobbit DVD, the extended edition of course, while Zoey put some cookies her older sister Erin had made just for us on a plate. I was so excited to watch the extended footage, because I was hoping to see more than a ten second glimpse of my favorite elf in all of Arda: Thranduil the Elvenking of Mirkwood.

"Are you ready to start?" I asked my friend, as we settled on the Derringer's comfy couch.

"Wah?" Zoey had spaced again!

Instead of answering her, I pressed the play button on the DVD player. Right as my finger pressed the button, there was a mighty splintering sound in the backyard, then silence.

"What was that?" I gasped, quickly turning off the DVD player.

"Should we go look? We could send Sean out for us…" Zoey thought aloud.

"Great idea! SEAN! We need you!"

Zoey's younger brother rushed into the room and said exasperatedly, "This better be good, I was playing Battle for Middle Earth with Abe and he'll probably call in a panic wondering where I am."

"We need you to go see what that crash was outside. It sounded pretty cosmic." I answered.

"OK, but if Abe calls, you're going to tell him what happened."

We put on our coats, and led Sean out to the backyard where we thought the crash had happened.

The first thing I saw was a mound of splintered wood, and the first thing I heard was the groaning of whoever had gotten trapped underneath it. I hoped we could uncover whoever it was and help them get back to where they lived. I had no idea that this would be nearly impossible to accomplish, or that there would come a time when a choice needed to be made regarding the existence of another world and the people who we dubbed The Elves of the Sky.

Abbyforth: Hey guys! This was written with my good friend GoldenEagle13. It started out as a crack-fic, but - as you will see - it developed a life of its own. Feedback is appreciated!

GoldenEagle13: Flames will be used to make s'mores ;D