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A/N: This may take a bit. First, here are the translations for everything in the last chapter:

I amar prestar aen. Han mathon ne nen. Han mathon ne chae. A han noston ned gwilith. Much* taus eru nadhor si hiam an alpen si cuinar taus garo enyalie ha -The world is changed. I can feel it in the water. I feel it in the earth. I smell it in the air. Much that once was is lost, for none now live who remember it.

UMIN edhel!- I am NOT an elf!

I telio?- Who's playing?

Man- What

Men gwanno, taare- Let's go then

Amen toi, thenid- We are, really

An iest- I wish

And now, my solution for my elvish problem. I didn't find a way to get around the fonts, so everything spoken in elvish will be put in *stars* so that you know. It's so much easier that way, huh? Anyway, here's the next bit with one of our favorite Lord of the Rings characters appearing.

Night had fallen long before the girls arrived in the strange land. They were in a lush forest with endless tees surrounding them. The darkness alarmed them for a minute, making them wonder what had happened to the sun. Soon, their focus turned to finding a good source of light. Nicole had a lighter on her and Ruth quickly found dry pine needles to use as kindling, but nothing to use as a torch.

Liz was trying to talk to them this entire time, but she saw that they were obviously getting quite frustrated with her vain attempts to tell them something so she went off on her own. They had been searching so hard and thinking of alternatives for the light that they didn't notice Liz was gone until she approached them with unlit torches about ten minutes later.

"Where did you find these?" Nicole asked sharply.

*There's a few Rangers in the woods over there,* Liz replied, indicating over to the part of the woods where she had just returned from. She no longer cared whether or not they understood her, she was going to go on talking in elvish whether they liked it or not.

"We need to find a translator or something soon," Kathy said, growing frustrated. "Which way until we reach Elfland or whatever it's called?"

"We would have to know where we were before we could figure that out," Louise pointed out.

*I know,* Liz offered.

"So, where are we?" Janet asked finally, turning to Nicole. The rest of them turned suspiciously to Nicole, who seemed to know much more than they had previously anticipated. This seemed like a simple enough question, much more so than the position of the wormhole in the school, so she must know.

*I know,* Liz repeated a bit more loudly, waving her arms a bit to get their attention.

"I don't know," Nicole said, dragging out the last word. "I just got us here, I didn't bother to bring a map."

*I…* Liz began a third time, but she knew they were not about to listen to her at the moment. She grabbed Leigh's arm instead, knowing that she would make the most noise about it and gain all of their attention, and dragged her in the direction of the rangers.

"Hey!" she exclaimed as she was being pulled. "Where are we going?"

Liz looked at her a moment with her eyebrows raised questioningly. Leigh seemed to get the point and did not ask any further questions that she knew would not be answered. They walked in a small group, Janet, Nicole and Louise around the edges with the torches and Liz leading. The rest grouped together in the middle, constantly searching for any sign of where they were.

Two darkly clad rangers stepped out at them suddenly after about four minutes of walking, one with his sword drawn and the other with an arrow aimed directly at them. Both looked at the group menacingly, eyeing the torches and recognizing them as their own. The girls they could not place. They seemed to be of the race of man, but their clothing was odd and unfamiliar to them.

*We're returning the torches,* Liz said with a bright smile and fear hidden in her eyes.

*Since when have thieves returned their plunder?* the swordsman asked suspiciously.

"Liz, if they kill us…" Kathy began fearfully, but did not end the sentence. Their entire group had come closer together with fear mirrored in different degrees on their faces. The torch bearers looked like they might fight if it came down to that, but only then.

"Liz is your name?" the ranger asked. "Where do you come from and why are you here? There are orcs about this night."

*Lower your sword and I'll tell you,* Liz replied, jaw set. Once both he and the bowman lowered their weapons, the girls began to relax and let out the breaths they had been holding in.

"They aren't going to kill us," Ruth said quietly after a breath of relief, then continued a little louder. "And they understand what the hell Liz is saying. And we're going to be late for class if we stay in this world much longer, so let's get this over with."

"Rangers can't fix speech problems," Janet interjected. "At least, not that I've heard of yet."

"Aw shoot, I have a test next block!" Kathy exclaimed irritably. "Ranger people, can you fix her?"

The rangers looked questioningly at each other, then at the girls. They now had no idea what to make of them whatsoever. Their speech was strange as their clothes and they did not seem to understand the girl who spoke in the elvish tongue, though she was clearly a comrade of theirs. They were, however, not bearing weapons and seemed like they would be perfectly harmless amongst a group of rangers.

"You may come to our cap and then we shall talk," the bowman offered, "and you can tell us of what strange lands you have come from and what brings a group of maidens to this part of the forest."

"Maidens?" Louise asked before bursting out into laughter. The rest of the girls joined in suit, leaving the two rangers to ponder over what was so funny as they lead them to the small camp.

There were about six of them around the small fire, some asleep and others keeping watch or caring for the horses. The girls took a cautious seat around the camp fire, unsure of what to do. They all looked around to take a measure of their surroundings and of any escape routes they could use, all of them automatically thinking of taking the horses. Most of them gave up the notion with a swift reminder that none of them knew how to ride.

"You have yet to tell us where you come from and what brings you to our land," one of the rangers reminded them.

*That's a bit complicated,* Liz began nervously. *They're here because they are good friends and don't want to go to class at the moment. They have to go back really soon because the bell is going to go any minute now. I'm here because I can only speak in Sindrian and Quenya and they don't understand me. Can you fix it?*

"Can you fix her?" Leigh prompted, trying to guess at what Liz had just said.

The ranger looked at her questioningly, completely lost as to how to deal with the situation. "I don't know if I can help," the ranger said, "I have never encountered such a case. I will escort you to Rivendell to see Elrond if you wish, for there is much he may be able to solve that I cannot."

"And who are you?" Janet asked.

"I am known as many things, but you may call me Strider."

The jaws of the girls collectively dropped. They took a closer look, but could not make much out until Liz, who was closest, pulled his hood off. Then they saw in the firelight the face of the ranger that had become quite familiar from the movie. They began to wonder why none of them had noticed this before and looked to each other for some explanation.

"Okay, is this before or after the fellowship?" Janet asked finally.

"How do you know of the quest?" he asked suspiciously.

*Okay, there isn't a person in our world who doesn't know about the quest,* Liz said irritably. *Just answer the question, Aragorn.*

"How do you know my other name?" he asked, growing more suspicious and allowing his hand to travel to his sword.

"Liz, what did you say to him?" Kathy asked accusingly.

Liz looked wide eyed at him. She took a deep breath and wrenched her eyes from him, trying to come up with an explanation that he would accept. Nothing would come to her panicked mind no matter how she tried.

"Lord," one of the rangers interjected, "I do not think it would be wise to attack little girls, no matter how much they may know. I doubt that they are a part of the remnants of Sauron's army."

"Alright, it's after the series," Janet concluded. "But that means…"

*Oh my god! We're in a fanfic world!* Liz exclaimed. *If Aragorn left his big castle type thing, then we aren't in the right world! We're in a fanfic world!*

"What is a 'fanfic'?" Aragorn asked.

"A fanfic?" Janet asked curiously. "This isn't the right world? Nicole!"

"Hey! I tried, okay?" she said defensively. "So I didn't quite get the right one, but I was close enough to get us to a very similar world. What's wrong with her?"

Liz's tone was slowly disintegrating into a worried whine and she was waving her hands at each other , fanning her face which was scrunched up as she talked. *We're stuck in a fanfic! Who knows whose writing this! For all we know it could be a slash with Sam and-and-and Bill the pony!*

Aragorn grew more confused as he listened, though it was nothing compared to his companions who had come to watch. "What is a slash?" ha asked, though partially fearing the answer. For some reason, he had a feeling that this might clear something up.

Janet burst into laughter. Between what she had understood of what Liz had said, only the names Sam and Bill, and what Aragorn had just said, she understood what made Liz worried, but that particular pairing was very funny. "Sam and Bill? Honestly Liz, what are you thinking?"

"Sam and- EWWWWW!!!" Leigh screeched, just getting it now. The sound echoed into the forest and made the rest of the rangers to awaked rudely from their sleep with their weapons drawn. "Someone tell me Sam's a girl."

"Not exactly," Louise said with a hint of laughter in her voice. "Sam is one of the hobbits, remember?"

"And Bill is the pony," Ruth added.

"EWWWWWW!!!!" Leigh screeched again, more loudly that she completely understood it. "LIZ!"

The rangers lowered their weapons upon seeing what creature that was making the sound. What harm could a few unarmed females do to them, except make them go deaf with their wailing. They had feared it to be a new breed orc or troll.

"What are these creatures you bring to us who could wake the dead?" one of them asked.

"Creatures?!" Louise asked warningly.

"Who be these maidens, Faramir?" another asked. "My liege would surely not bring back dangerous beings, but what be these females that dress so strangely and conduct themselves in such a manner?"

Liz let out a large sigh. *I hate being talked about when I'm right here.*

"I hate being talked about when I'm right here," Kathy muttered.

Aragorn smiled slightly at the scene. "Come now," he said loudly. "I will escort them all to Rivendell this night. The rest of you return to your beauty sleeps. You all need it."

"Great, this Aragorn has a sense of humor," Nicole muttered as the girls fell in and started their trek to Rivendell, unknowing of what other changes this odd fanfic world would offer. In the back of all of their minds, they what other changed this author would make to the world they thought they knew.