Dreamerdragon sat there writing away, when the telephone on her desk rang. "Hello? Oh, Gandalf! How have you- what? They did what? Oh. Oh, oh, oh! I-I'm so sorry. I didn't realize- yes. I am the one who wrote the camcorder in. Yes, I'm the one who wrote the magic 8-ball in. And- yes, yes- I'm sorry about the elephant, ok?" she rubbed the bridge of her nose, as the wizard on the other end continued to ramble.
"Well, I'm sorry! I thought it would be funny. I realize that. I-yes I know that Middle-Earth is about to implode. Yes, I know what happened to Legolas's hair. I was simply- I- Can I get a word in edge wise? No? Course not. Don't blame me! I can't help that I love J. R. R. Tolkien's books. J. R. R. TOLKIEN! Turn your stinking hearing aid up. I just merely wrote a FAN fiction. That's it. You know what; I have to go. I obviously have to correct the mess I've made. I have to go! Good-bye!" she slammed the receiver down.
She glanced at the notebook and pen before her and grinned mischievously. Gandalf wanted her to change it? So be it. Let the games begin.
I know: weird. If you're mad, I'm sorry. If it's confusing… I'm sorry.