Hello there! Here is another chapter! I wasn't quite sure what to do with this one, but I was working some ideas over and thought that this would be the best way to go! I have a different style of writing than my friend who wrote Pirates In The Pantry and I wrote Elves In The Shower a very, VERY long time ago, so this one is going to have a different feel, hopefully. Nothing to put off any fans of the other two stories, but just enough for a different flavor! I write fanfics to experiment, and this is going to be an experiment story for me!

Thanks for reading this little babble and here we are with the story!

Chapter Two: Finding Who Decided To Visit

"Kimmie, don't move, we're coming!" Alicia yelled, dashing down the hallway back toward my room where we are all sleeping hardly five minutes before. Instead of finding Kim, Alicia started to yell for me. "Chelsea! There are... things in our room!"

"Don't move," I told Jessica, who only whimpered and grabbed my arm.

"I don't want to be alone with that!" she said, her voice a harsh whisper, pointing to Tasslehoff. Tasslehoff, hearing her, frowned and tilted his head.

"I know I don't look like you, but I don't think I deserve to be called a 'that.' Don't you agree that it's just rude?"

The kender looked at me expectantly and, although I was touched, I also couldn't bear the sound of my two friends yelling in fright. I undid Jessica's grasp on my arm and she followed me into the bedroom, color guard pole knocking against her knees.

I was greeted by the sight of a half elf and a red-haired woman, both drawing swords at my appearance. Alicia, who had stopped yelling, stood petrified, a look of confusion on her face. The man walked up to me and, sheathing his sword, asked, "Who might you be and what strange land have we arrived in?"

"Um, America," answered Alicia for me, the words falling from her mouth much like she herself would fall down the stairs. "My name is Alicia. Who the hell are you?" Alicia's voice was calm and smooth, considering she had just been yelling at the top of her lungs a few moments ago. The two newcomers looked at one another before the red-haired woman opened her mouth to speak. I just waved my hand, Kim's screams too much to bear. Sooner or later, she would burst into the room and startle the two warriors, obviously experienced with the sword, by the look of it. Besides, I already knew who they were.

"Jess, take them to the living room, please, and don't talk to them."

Jessica, happy to do something that didn't involve finding anyone else and thrilled she didn't have to speak to them, just nodded, dumbstruck. I smiled as politely as I could as the two followed Jess out of the room, muttering about being taken prisoner. I reassured them that they were not prisoners and that everything just needed to be explained later.

I grabbed Alicia's arm and, after a quick scan of the room, I called after Jessica: "Take the kender with you and make sure he doesn't move!" Alicia, who had gotten over the initial shock of finding strange people in the house, started to smile, enjoying the fact we had visitors. This was just like old times. Kimmie ran into the room, her hair flying out behind her, stammering. Her pale face, dotted with freckles, was inches away from mine as she leaped into Alicia, grabbing her hands and turning to me.

"In the bathroom! The bathroom! Oh, Chelsea, in the bathroom! Who are they?"

Kim seemed to be climbing to the same place Alicia had reached: the stage where the situation seems more like a dream than anything else and, when you are in that dream stage, everything is much different than real life. I still needed to find the first step to reach that happy place. I was strangely calm as the chaos erupted around me, dropping my book I had used as a weapon right on my own toe.

We made our way to the bathroom, Alicia and I apprehensive about who was there. Kim, who already knew, peaked over Alicia's shoulder, eager to see if she had just imagined the whole thing.

Inside, we found an elf with long blond hair in the shower, confused at how to get out and a plainsman couple, both of them tugging the wrong way on the wrong side of the door.

"I told you," Kim said quietly, pointing.

"Ha! Look, Chelsea, an elf in the shower! Just like old times!" Alicia burst into hysterical laughter, slapping her knee, sounding not so much happy as about to cry or wet herself.

"Jess, we've found more!" I called, hoping that the plainsman wouldn't cut me down my the time I explained to him that there were others here as well and that they were not prisoner, but needed to follow the girl with the pole to the living room. Whatever they assumed a living room was, I didn't know as the elf with the golden hair pushed the shower door open in shock, amazed she escaped.

Kim and I reached the kitchen by ourselves, Alicia following Jessica and trying to convince the strangers that they were in no harm. Kim had no weapon after I took the spatula away from her in the kitchen. I wasn't about to have anyone slice anyone else with a sword because a spatula was brandished at them by an insane Kimmie.

She heard a scuffle in the pantry closet and, whipping the door open with all the majesty she could muster, Kim saw the knight before I did. She slammed the door with all her strength and leaned against it, a sigh coming from her as she blew the hair out of her eyes. Then, as the sword went through the wood of the door, inches away from Kim's head, she screamed and ducked, the wood splintering as the sword disappeared into the cupboard once more.

"My parents are going to kill me for that," I groaned, my shoulders slumping as Kim backed away from the door cautiously, calling over her shoulder, "There is a knight in the kitchen. Someone come and get him!"

We reached the spare bedrooms, the bedrooms of my parents and my sister. My sister had left with my parents for the out of town wedding and her room was a montage of pink, flowery things. I had always felt sorry for the pet rabbit, Benjamin, that was my sister's fat, cranky pet. But, deciding that my parent's room would be the worst thing to be destroyed (beside the cupboard door), Kim and I opened the door and walked in. To the naked eye, everything seemed to be clean, the room empty. I sighed in relief and heard Kim sigh, too. Then, before our eyes, a figure appeared, dressed in dark robes.

"Greetings, beautiful ones..."

I gasped as Kim smiled. There was a dark elf in the middle of the room, leaning against the bed, a handsome face looking at us with interest in his eyes. Kim took a step forward as I took a step back and grabbed her arm.

"No, Kim, down girl. Don't mess with him."

I calmly pulled Kim out of the room, her eyes never leaving the elf, and shut the door. Great. A dark elf in my parent's room. This was becoming weirder and weirder by the moment.

"I get this one, right, Chels?"

"The what?"

"You know what I mean." Kim smiled and I groaned.

"No, Kim, the elf is not mine to give to you. Let's just find out where everyone else is first. Go and get Jess and tell her there is a dark elf in the bedroom and you are not allowed to touch him until everyone is in the living room."

"After that, can I?"

"Touch him?"

"Yes."

"NO!"

Kim, resigning herself to that fact and the fact that she needed to wash her mind out with a large bar of soap, opened the door to my sister's room. We looked upon the fasion pink setting in disgust, and it was no surprise to us when we saw two figures standing there, just waiting for us. One had his back turned toward us, the man bending over and sticking his finger a hole of the rabbit cage.

"Look, Raist, a bunny!"

The figure he addressed, in red robes, rolled his eyes and glanced over to the door, seeing us standing there, our mouths wide open. He hissed a spell and, thanks to Kimmie's quick reflexes, the door bore the brunt of the spell. We cowered on the other side, shaking with fear, but near laughter as we looked at one another, eyes wide.

"Well, the knight in the closet was just a practice, then. Good thing-"

"Let's not talk. It makes me want to vomit, I'm so nervous. Every time I open my mouth, I'm afraid-"

"Then let's not talk about it, then." I sighed. "Jess, there is a dark elf, a warrior, and a wizard in the bedrooms over here!"

"So, we have our hands full at the moment! Bring them yourselves!"

There is the second chapter! I know that Raist wore the black robes when Dalamar was his apprentice, but I like the red robes better on him! I can tell them apart now when I write. If I have two people in black robes, I can confuse myself pretty easily. (I'm that good!)

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