Holy woo, yey! Eight hits and one review! Awesome'z! ... Oh Jesus, that pretty pathetic, isn't it? ;_; I get excited easily. Well, anyway, I would like to see at least three or four reviews before my next update. Please? Which will probably be this weekend, and ja. Stuff. If I get a good amount of reviews, I JUST might finish the story. But, ja, I digress. Suggestions, as always, are welcome, and for further reference, there's probably gunna be no pairing. I mean, c'mon, people, the second to youngest person is like, twice her age. Any who... Thankies to my first reviewer! They are quite awesome! And I WILL add background to Jessy, but it'll come later. Eventually. Anyway, onto the story!~

"Alex!"

"Who-da-what-now?" Jessica raised an eyebrow.

"Alex! Your new name is Alex."

"What? Why?"

"Jessica is to womanly for you."

'Too womanly? What the hell does THAT mean?' The indignation of having to talk with Elizabeth… well, it was getting to her. 'Gah, calm down, calm down, it's for the three! They're worth it, hopefully...' Jessica sighed, severely annoyed.

"...Fine, I can deal with Alex."

"Good, and remember, talk in third person." Do you know when you meet someone and you both just hit it off? Well, this isn't one of those times. But then again, who COULD deal with a Mary Sue and get along with her?

"Fine, so what's my background?" Jessica crossed her arms. She figured if she was going to do this, she might as well do it well, right?

"Background? What do you mean?"

"Where I'm 'from', how long I've 'served' you, my 'family history', that kind of thing. And what's YOUR cover story, anyway?" Jessica tapped her foot, waiting for her response. In the back of her mind, she had the deep suspicion that Elizabeth had no plan. She hoped she was wrong.

"Hmmf, you ask too many questions." The blonde tossed a lock of hair over her shoulder, looking down at her.

"Don't avoid the questions."

"Your from the Black Talon clan, you've been my servant all your life, and your clan lost a war to my house, the house of the White Lily, and your all disgraceful, dirty slobs."

"... Lovely. And you managed to cook this up all by yourself?" 'Black Talon, huh? Well, at least it sounds cool... Who am I kidding? Sounds like a bad Saturday morning cartoon title.'

"Yes. Yes I did." The not THAT subtle insult flew right over her head, and she called me stupid? Man, the pride in this woman... Jessica shook it off. She'd be stuff with this girl for a while, so she'd better start getting used to it. "Now, to see King Elrond!" The nearest tree's bark was quite easily splintered off, as "Alex's" now-prickly forehead dually noted.

"Oh Sweet Fayore, I'm doomed." She groaned, closing her eyes.

"Third person!!"

"Fine, fine, whatever, Master."

"Master? I like the sound of that."

"Oh dear Lord, what have I done…" Her shoulder's slumped, but she forced herself not to drag her feet as she continued to trail behind her new Master, wondering if she had any idea of where she was going.

"Third person!!" Oh yeah, this would be fuuuunnn…

"Halt!" Alex froze, caught by border patrol. Desperately, she hoped Elizabeth had a cover story of some sort. Some reason for them not to be shot on site. Apparently not... "What is your business here? Speak!"

"Uhh, uhh...." Elizabeth faltered, looking like a cute doe, caught in the headlights of a semi. With a bow.

'Well, we're screwed.' The younger girl sighed, tempted to run her hands through her hair out of pure frustration. The arrow tip pointing at her made her rule that out as an option. How were they ever going to get through all of this?

"Speak quickly!" The thing looked at Alex, pleading for help.

Alex sighed, 'And here I go! To save the God damned day...' "My master and Alex are seeking to hold a council with your Lord. We mean no disrespect." She hoped this wouldn't get them shot. She really did.

"Lord Elrond? What would two human females have to talk with him about?" Again, Elizabeth remained, wide-eyed and staring. Survival instincts of a Lemming, that one, Alex thought bitterly.

'Shit, Blondie, didn't you think any of this through...?' Apparently, she didn't. "Please, my master's plight is urgent, we must not waste time."

"I cannot allow you to pass unless I receive an answer, for the safety of my people. But tell me, why does the servant speak and the Master remain silent? Can she not speak?"

"My master wishes to speak only when necessary. We mean to disrespect, Lord. Please, can you at least tell your Lord of my Master's arrival?"

"I can, you will remain here with my other companions, if you attempt to leave, you will be stopped." Stopped…? With definite certainly, Alex didn't like the sound of that. Was it the 'halt!' stop, or the 'twang! …AUGH!' stopped? She didn't want to find out.

Alex tilted her head, eyebrows creasing at his words. 'Other compa- HOLY HELL! Where did they come from?!' Alex spoke of the four other elves that appeared out of thin air from the bushes, of course.

When the ellon finally returned, he looked even more suspicious of them. "Rivendell bids you welcome, my Ladies."

The movies did NO justice what so EVER on the elven haven... It was beautiful... Elizabeth seemed mildly impressed, and Alex was trying to not gape and still look servantly at the same time, which is surprisingly hard. One day, she would have to remember to thank Mark for the acting lessons.Alex soon turned her attention to the maze of corridors two ellons were leading them down. 'She thanked the gods for her good memory. This place was too confusing for its own good.It was true, all the hallways seemed to be built off the same plan, with just slightly different alterations, themes, and decor. After almost five whole minutes, they arrived at two large, Oak double door's.

"Welcome. Caleb, Alquamim, you may take your leave. Now, I understand you two are here to hold a council with me?"

'... Yes, Agent Elrond... Oh my jeeze, I'm horrible. Ha, maybe if I wasn't from South California I wouldn't know so many movie's... Ah hell, who cares?' Alex focused on keeping a servantly posture, and, more importantly, a straight face.

"Yes, I, Lady Elizabeth, from the honorable house of the White Lily, have traveled over many great seas to hold council with you, Elrond!" She stated with as much drama

as possible, as they sat down on the chairs provided.

'Twitch those eyebrows, dude! Wait, did she just forget his tile? Way to go, ditz...' She managed to hold back the sigh, just before it escaped her lips. Her mouth had parted slightly in preparation for it and everything. Instead, she swallowed and stared at the ground humbly.

"And of your companion?"

"Wha-? Oh, her. She's nothing but my servant."

"I see."

'Must... not... zone out...' Alex's eye twitched, and she stared at the interesting patterns of Elrond's desk. Was everything here carved and beautiful? Probably, she figured.

"But what is the purpose of your coming here, my lady?"

"I have come..." Elizabeth stated overly dramatically. Again. Man was it annoying... " To tell you, that I am a warrior seer, a seer that has had a vision of the Ring, the One Ring. And I have come to make sure that all the events of the Fellowship happen like they're supposed to!!"

'Way to go, dipshit, reveal the future... and sound stupid while you're at it, too' Elrond looked quite surprised, suspicious, and yet still was good-natured enough to believe her. She kind of hoped he would learn better soon. But then, maybe not. After all, where Elizabeth goes, she was stuck following.

Elrond eyed her carefully, sizing her up with a calculating stare. Reluctantly, he spoke, " …I see. In a few weeks from now, I am holding a council about the Ring. You and your servant, if you see fit, shall attend."

"Yes, I shall be there!" She smiled, blinding Elrond a little as the light reflected off her whitened teeth. With an unnecessary flourish, she stood.

"Good, Caleb and Alquamim shall show you both to your rooms."

"Thank you Elrond."

'Again with the eye twitch.' Elizabeth immediately turned and waited impatiently for thepoor ellon next to her to offer her his hand, and Alex got up slowly, with a weak smile, bowing to Lord Elrond before exiting to the other unoccupied ellon, who was smirking at his unfortunate kin. He proffed his hand to Alex. With slight reluctance and awkwardness, she took it, glancing at him to lead the way. This whole gentleman thing was new to her. In a way, it was nice being treated delicately. But, in another sense, it was a bit insulting.

As soon as they exited out of the corridor, rounding the corner, Alex let out asigh, her posture straightening itself back out some. The next few moments were filled with silence, the ellon steering Alex toward her room.

"Are you really Lady Elizabeth's servant?

"Is it that obvious?"

"Only a little." Sarcasm was the same in every language. Even one's that you magically learn when they get implanted into your head via Sue-magic.

"Damn." The ellon's right eyebrow skyrocketed upward.

"My lady... Did you just swear?"

"No, my lord, I did not." Alex answered with a cheeky grin. The ellon's eyebrow raised was further upward, meanwhile a grin spread across his lips.

"I see, I did not mean to jump to such a conclusion, mellon."

'Friend, eh? Cool, well, let's play the ditz and not know what mellon means.' Alex suppressed a grin, cocking her head to the side, and opting for a curious look, instead. "Mellon?"

"Ah, forgive me, Westron is not my native tongue."

"No, it's quite alright, Westron is not my native language either."

"Of course, so, if I may ask, little one, what is your name?"

"I'll give you mine if you give me yours." Alex grinned; this was an elf she could like. These elves, while pretty to look at, and very proper… well, she just didn't care for them. They were nice, but that was about it. Her grin was matched yet again by the ellons.

"Fine, my name, young one, is Alquamim, and as agreed, what is yours?"

"Alex, my lord."

"Alex, what a strange name"

"As I could say the same to you, Al, if I may."

"Al? I suppose so, but what is wrong with my name?" He cocked his head to the side, curious, but playful. She was a cute human. While he'd never minded the sophistication of his people, he found the company of young humans… enjoyable. It was unsophisticated, unruly, and could be very fun.

"Nothing, my dear Al, I just like nicknames."

"I see... Al."

"Al... Al's a males name."

"Oh, I apologies, then, Lady Alex."

"You know, formalities aren't really necessary. And since when did you start calling me "Little one" and "Young one"?"

Alquamim raised an eyebrow, "beyond the two minutes or so that I have known you?" He grinned, "since right about now, then, I would warrant a guess."

"I see. And you never answered my question."

"What question, may I ask, was that?"

"What does 'mellon' mean?"

"It means 'friend', little one."

Yey~ Alex has made a fwend! I feel a bit bad for Caleb, though.... Getting stuck with the It. Now, what should I do next? Tell meh! Clicky the review button, please! It lurvles you! ... Melon has one 'l', doesn't it?... Oh hell, I don't wanna change it.. Wait... no, it's got two, right? Arg....