A.N; Thank you everyone for reading! Even if you don't review, I'm still made up that people like me enough to read my work. This next chapter is mostly in the point of view of my best friend Silver; whenever her POV appears, this is a part that she has written without any input from me. Oh, by the way, the LOTR elements of this story have been modified to fit in with my plans for the story, so stuff like ages and that have been tweaked a bit…

Thank you Evendim for reviewing; I decide to put this chapter on earlier than I was planning because you liked it!

Silver POV

"Hang on a minute… let me get my stuff…" I hissed, making calming movements with my hands; Iana had arrived dressed up totally Gothic and out of breath, having run here escaping her brother… Don't blame her really… I'd run away from mine if I could… I was wearing my dark grey, almost black, jeans with a kind of vine embroidery up the right leg to the knee, and a white t-shirt with a little chibi Legolas on the front, looking very cute… as always! I pulled on my trainers and grabbed my bag quickly; Iana was always early… Well, she was always here before I was ready… not necessarily early. I shouted a goodbye to my older brothers, Ben and Dylan, who merely grunted in answer.

"Help! The house is on fire!" I yelled, trying to get a better response; I'm sure they had both turned into apes. They just grunted again.

"OH MY GOD! THERE GOES KIRA KNIGHTLY!" Iana screamed, 'helping'… I heard a scuffle and suddenly, both my brothers appeared at the door, the remains of toast still in their mouths. When they looked and realised that Kira Knightly would never come here, they glared at me.

"What?" I cried, "It was Iana!"

Both of them looked at my best friend; they remained silent and I wondered why they weren't yelling at her…

"Why aren't you yelling at her?" I asked innocently. The 29-year-old Dylan grinned at me and ruffled my hair; a gesture I despised. His black hair was shiny with health… and gel… and his green eyes glinted happily. How could he be so cheerful in the morning?

"She's already brain damaged enough," he said, grinning at Iana too, "I mean, look at the way she dresses."
"You will be cursed by the morn," she replied, her eyes darkening as she narrowed them in an evil way to him. His grin went so wide that it astounded me.

"Great! I wasn't looking forward to going to work tomorrow…" he said and disappeared, back into the house. Ben was just standing there, staring at Iana. He was 27 and was more like me in the mornings, usually tired and quick to anger. He also had black hair, but had brown eyes instead of green. I was the only person in my family with auburn hair… weird…

"What are you staring at?" Iana asked angrily.

"Do you choose to dress like that, or does your brother force you to?" he asked.

"I force my brother to dress like me… Poor weakling," Iana sighed, flicking her hair over her shoulder in impatience. Ben shook his head in confusion and followed Dylan inside.

"Bye Silv," he called on his way in. I jumped up, punching the air in glee, despite my heavy bag.

"Yes! At least one of them knows I'm alive!" I cried; Ben popped his head around the door and grinned, almost as wide as Dylan's.

"I thought Silver was the name of next door's cat," he said. I growled and made to dive at his head; Iana grabbed my arm.

"You can kill him when you get back. We said we'd be at Lorraine's by 11," Iana told me, "We're already ten minutes late!"

I gave up and stepped out of my house, pulling my bag back onto my shoulder. Iana's bag looked fit to burst and I eyed it, almost as if I thought it would explode.

"What have you got in there?" I asked; Iana glanced down at it.

"Not quite sure…" she muttered, shrugging her shoulders, "It doesn't matter… Let's go!" I kept my eye on the bag.

"Are you sure it's not going to explode?" I questioned, stepping out and closing the door.

"I'm sure, now move!" she growled; I smiled as I imagined some fit lad with one of Iana's bras on his head… embarrassing…

Iana POV

We talked practically nonsense as we travelled, laughing when people looked at us - or me- strangely… Same thing… We passed through the town centre towards the bridge over the local river. Cars were driving over it on their way to work, throwing out choking fumes as they did so.

We were halfway across the bridge when I realised we were being followed; I nudged Silver and indicated behind us. She turned her head slightly, before swinging it back almost immediately. I frowned; Silver gulped.

'David, Karl and Tony,' she mouthed. I took a sly glance at them; all three were wearing hoodies in differing shades of grey, with caps, jeans and wrecked trainers. I hitched my bag up and gestured for Silver to walk faster; there was the sound of pounding feet and the lads appeared before us. We stopped walking and looked at them.

"Where're you two goin'?" Karl asked, leaning on the wall next to Silver, who narrowed her eyes in distaste; Karl was still sore from the time Silver blew him off, which was probably why he kept hounding her.

"None of your business!" I replied savagely, trying to push past Tony, who promptly grabbed my wrist to stop me. "Let go now…" I hissed, baring my teeth in anger; Tony looked scared and loosened his hold. Silver tried to follow me, but Karl stood in her way.

"Move… GET OFF ME!" she yelled hysterically; Karl had her by the arm and was leering in her face, probably gassing Silver with his bad breath.

"I'll get off if you go out with me," he laughed; Silver looked disgusted.

"Get lost! I wouldn't go out with you if you were the last person on earth; even a pig looks more attractive than you!" she cried. I smiled; good insult… Karl obviously didn't find it as amusing as me and his friends - who were laughing their heads off - did.

"You cow! I just felt sorry for you because you're a dog!" he yelled; I held my breath. No one insulted Silver and got away with it. They were usually left sore in one place or another… My theory was proved correct when she slapped him… His hand went to his stinging cheek and he stared at her in shock. I heard his two friends draw breath sharply, almost feeling his pain. The shock soon turned to rage and he pushed her against the wall with a twisted smile on his face.

"Fancy a dip, Silver?" he asked evilly, "Iana can go with you," he added. David and Tony grabbed my arms, dragging me to the wall while I struggled; I knew what they were going to do… they were going to push us in!

"Don't even think about it, Karl," Silver warned, growling. He smiled, and pushed her, making her topple over the waist-height wall, bag in tow; I managed to scratch his face before the same happened to me…

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