A/N: Phew, back from the dead, so it would seem. Thank you for being so patient with me on this. I didn't mean to take so long. I actually have most of this fanfict written out already, but it's all spread out so it's not entirely finished. This chapter is meant to be about Eric coming to terms with the whole: ending up in Middle Earth thing. Originally, I planned to have them meet Strider in this update, but it made the chapter way too long, so I'll save that for next time.

Chapter 3: Fiction Isn't Real!

Eric's POV:

What was my first reaction to all this? "Bull Shit!" I mean, common, Middle Earth didn't exist. It was just some bedtime story for nerds. Okay, I admit that the creepy ghost thing was a little strange, but, you still couldn't blame me for not assuming that I was in a magical land. You can't just pull something on a guy like that and expect him to believe it.

I tried to think back to everything that happened to me before now, but none of it made sense. I remembered hearing Susan call my name after she had a rage quit and left the camp. For a moment I was tempted to just let her stay lost for a little bit longer, but even I wasn't that cruel, so I went to go after her. I then remembered hearing someone else's voice and that was when things got a little more serious. I starting calling for her, and then that dark shape… I think Susan said it was a Barrow-Wright. Anyways, it just appeared out of nowhere and… well… this is where my memory gets a little fuzzy. The last thing I remembered was a dream. In it, I was stuck in this mist, with Susan standing just across from me. I tried to get her attentions but couldn't find the strength to speak; it took my strongest effort just to say her name, and then some guy walked up to us and started asking these weird questions before disappearing in the fog.

That was the last thing I remembered before waking up. I had to confess that everything here was out of the ordinary but admitting that was the farthest I was willing to go. I had no plans of listening to Susan's Middle Earth crap.

Well, for now, I had given up trying to convince her that we weren't in Middle Earth, and just decided to see what happened. That Tom Bombadil person (who I was still pissed off at, by the way) had gone off with the (for lack of a better word) "hobbit's" ponies to give them their clothes, while Susan and I stayed behind to talk about a few things. At first, neither of us spoke at all; Susan looked completely distraught, but I knew we would get home eventually. Unfortunately, unlike most people when they're upset, Susan didn't talk any less than she normally did.

'Do you believe me now?' she asked.

'Well, I guess there's a lot of stuff going on that doesn't make any sense,' I said.

'That still doesn't answer my question,' she pointed out.

'Yeah, well that's the best answer you're going to get,' I told her.

'Okay…' she groaned. 'So how are we going to introduce ourselves?'

'What?' Susan rolled her eyes

'We can't just give them our names,' she said, 'how many people do you think are named Susan and Eric in Middle Earth. We need new names for ourselves.'

"Seriously?" I thought. 'You're crazy, you know that.'

'Shut up, I'm not kidding.' I took in a deep breath in order to avoid telling her exactly how crazy I thought she was, but then again, we didn't really know these people, so I guess in the end, it wasn't that bad of an idea.

'Whatever,' I said, 'what names were you thinking of?' It was obvious that she hadn't planned that far ahead, but I gave her some time to think about it before answering.

'How about Eohric and Sunniva?'

'Eohric and Sunniva? You're kidding right? All you did is jumble our names to make them sound medieval.'

'No I didn't,' she argued. 'Eohric and Sunniva are Anglo Saxon. They honestly are real names.'

'And you know this how?'

'There's an online dictionary of names from the Middle Ages. I use it to find character names for my novel.'

'Of course,' I said sarcastically, 'because everything on the internet is true.'

'Anyways,' she continued with a warning tone in her voice. 'Eohric and Sunniva are the first ones that I came up with. Do you like them or not?' Truth be told, I didn't like the names. They sounded way too medieval. I know that that was what she was going for, but they were too flowery for my liking. Then again, I knew that Susan wasn't going to shut up until I told her that I did like them, so what choice did I have?

'Yeah, sure, I guess,' I told her.

'Great. From now on, your name is Eohric, and you have to call me Sunniva, okay?'

'Uh huh, whatever.' It didn't matter that I remembered her name. I always called her Su anyways, which was short for either name.

Neither of us was in any mood to talk about anything else. I didn't like not knowing where I was, or having no one to help us out (thanks Tom), but it wasn't like we wouldn't find our own way home. There had to be a town somewhere nearby, and from there, we could get a phone and call our parents. I didn't recognize this place, but I figured that it couldn't be too far from our house.

I was about to ask Susan why she did believe we were in Middle Earth (just to narrow down on the insanity in her head) when I noticed something that took me by surprise. Back home, Susan always wore a mood ring which was about the size of a nickel. I remembered it because every time I annoyed her, she'd ask me if I wanted to see it (since it was conveniently placed on her middle finger.)

Anyways, the reason why I'm even bothering to mention this is because she still had it. Normally I wouldn't have noticed it, except in this case, we had woken up with all of our clothes and gear missing… I even lost my cell phone while she still had that little stupid ring which was completely useless.

'What the frig?' I said. 'Su, your ring! How the heck do you still have it?' Almost disbelievingly, she glanced down to her hand where it was currently changed to a yellowish-grey color.

'Oh,' she gasped. 'But… oh wait, I think I know.'

'Well can you explain it to me,' I said, I little annoyed. 'How come we've lost everything else that we have, but you still have that?'

'Maybe because it's jewelry?'

'Huh?'

'Well, Frodo still has the Ring around his neck and he was also caught by the Barrow-Wrights, and there were a lot of trinkets and such in its den, so I'm guessing that it was just our clothes that it took.'

'And my phone,' I muttered under my breath. "Sorry, but I'd rather I had my cell than she had her fucking mood ring. What good was that going to do for us?"

We stepped back into the clearing and there was Tom, digging through a small pile of treasures in the grass. To the farther side from him, I could see the "hobbits" (again, for lack of a better name to call them.) Now that I was paying more attention to them though, I realized that Susan was right. Their ears really were pointed. I couldn't believe it. I still wasn't prepared to believe in Middle Earth, but they had pointy ears for crying out loud. Then again, their ears were nothing compared to their feet. Compared to their sizes, their feet were completely out of proportion to the rest of their bodies. Again was The Lord of The Rings the only reasonable explanation? "Could it...? No…? No! No way in Hell is this real," I convinced myself. "There are way more explanations than that." Birth defections, plastic surgery, make up and prosthetics. The last option was more reasonable so the most likely explanation was that this was some stupid prank with Susan being behind the whole thing.

They were already changed into their new clothes which looked like 1800's fashion and were all sitting in a circle around a basket of food while Tom was digging through the treasures that he had pulled out of the Barrow-den. It was at this point that they saw us come back and stood up, revealing their insanely short size, seriously, they were like three feet tall.)

'Hello again,' said the 'hobbit' with the blond hair. The sad part was, he was a little under four feet and was probably the tallest one there.

'Greetings,' said Susan, 'may we join you?' I shot my sister a strange look.

"Greetings? What is this, Shakespeare?" I thought to myself. The hobbits whispered between themselves but then shyly nodded and invited us to sit with them. We sat down beside them but they all remained standing, watching us as if we were a freak show. I tried to ignore their stares and reached for an apple from inside the basket, but it was just a little bit disturbing. I almost felt like looking up at them and saying: you mind? It's not exactly fun when someone is watching you eat. There was an awkward silence which lasted about a minute before one of them spoke.

'I hope you will pardon my question,' said the oldest of them, 'but I'm afraid we've never met. Who are you?' Before he had finished asking the question, I already knew that Susan was going to say something ridiculous in return.

And… she did.

'Yes, forgive us,' she said, 'I do believe we have not been properly introduced yet. Here is my brother Eohric son of… Eohhere, and I am called Sunniva. We are wanderers of the wild.' I was just about ready to face palm out of annoyance. Did she really have to go all out there with the medieval crap? Of course she did, you know why? Because she's Susan.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, I give you my sister." She was taking things way too far (like I had just told her ten minutes ago.)

'Well,' said the younger hobbit, relaxing a little bit. 'You are strange looking folk indeed to be found in these parts.' He was rewarded with an elbow in the rib from the lighter haired hobbit.

'Uh…who are you exactly?' I asked them. Susan shot me a dirty look, but I could care less. So far, you couldn't blame me for being sceptical. I still didn't buy that they were mythical beings (at least, I didn't want to buy it.) It was the lighter haired person who spoke.

'Why, we're hobbits,' he answered. Before I could make any reply, Susan cut in again with more of her Shakespeare talk.

'Forgive us if we stare,' she said 'but we have never crossed paths with Halflings before, for we believed them to belong only in myths and legends.' I had to suppress the urge to gag. I could already foresee her breaking out into a corny Disney song.

'Well that's true enough,' said one of them 'but hobbit is what we like to go by Miss, if you please. This here is Peregrin Took, Mr. Frodo–'

'Underhill,' said Frodo before the first hobbit could finish. The others gave him a curious glance before sharing the same look amongst each other.

"Wow," I thought "If these 'Hobbits' were real, then they were terrible liars.'

'Frodo Underhill,' continued the first one before pointing to his third companion. 'This is Samwise Gamgee, and I'm Merry Brandybuck at your service.' He took a deep bow towards us and the other three hobbits followed suit with him.

To my surprise, Susan suddenly stood up and bowed before them as well before saying: 'at yours' and your family's service.'

"What the fuck? Does she know how stupid she looks right now? Actually, do any of them? They're all crazy."

Not long later, after taking a broach for himself and then lying the rest of the treasures in the grass (saying something about leaving it for others to find), Tom approached with four knives carried in his arms and handed these to the hobbits. 'Old knives are long enough as swords for hobbit-people,' he said. Then he took one good long look at me as though he were measuring my size, right before he disappeared again back into the den. Susan and the four hobbits (I have nothing else to call them alright!) glanced in as far as they dared without getting too close to its opening. I was happened to glance down at my feet and saw all the jewels and stuff that Tom had left on the ground.

"Hmm… is that real gold?" I bent down and reached over to pick up a gold coloured medallion with a green gem in the middle of it.

'Put it back.' I didn't even have time to look at it before Susan slapped my hand.

'Hey,' I protested. 'He said he left it here for people to find. I'm people, aren't I?'

'Oh brother,' she groaned.

'Oh sister,' I replied, throwing the medallion around my neck. She sent another glare in my direction but I could care less (What? It was free gold! Was I just going to leave it there?)

Tom soon returned from underground but instead of treasures, he was carrying a large steel sword that had a sort of leaf shape to it. I couldn't help but notice the small noise that Susan made when she saw it. I glanced her way and saw that most of the colour had left her face. Tom took another good look at me before presenting it forward for me to take. I stared blankly at him not knowing what to do at first.

"Should I take it? What the hell would I need a sword for?" Slowly, I reached out my hand and grabbed the hilt, before lifting it completely out of Tom's grip. It was lighter than I originally thought it would be, but still a bit heavy, especially if someone had to carry it around all day. There wasn't a hilt to go with it, so I just slid it through my belt and rested my hand over the pommel. I knew a little bit about sword work, but not nearly enough to last in a fight. I was much better with knives. Unless I was at school, I never went anywhere without my Swiss-army knife. "Damn it! That's something else I can add to the list of things that got lost, along with my cell phone."

'Sharp blades are good to have, if you go walking, east, south, or far away into dark and danger,' Tom said to us. Susan still gaped down at the sword as though it were going to spring to life and stab her in the chest. One of the other hobbits looked pretty pale himself now that I thought about it.

'Su,' I said, snapping my figures in front of her face. 'Hey, Earth to Su, it's just a sword.'

'Maybe you'd like to ask who's throat that sword was about to slice ten minutes ago.'

'Okay, who's?' I said, not even noticing that I was absent-mindedly rubbing the front of my neck. It took about five seconds for her and that other guy (the so called Frodo) to tell us what they saw in the den when we were all lined up and asleep. What they told us sounded like something that would be in a horror movie, but in this case, Susan was a bit out of it right now, so I didn't buy much of it. Anyways, a sword was a sword, and I was keeping this one.

The next question that came up was what to do next. Susan suggested that we both find our way to the nearest town (something we could both agree on) that is, until Tom told us that the closest town just happened to be Bree "Oh course, more nerd stuff." Still, it meant a town, and since no Bree even existed, we would find a regular town and from there we could find our way home. Then, we be done playing pretend and we could get everything straightened out again.

Unfortunately for us, Susan and I didn't know how to get to Bree, so… guess who we were stuck travelling with? "yay…" The only problem with that though, was that the hobbits and Tom were all travelling by pony, and we only had our own two feet.

'We'll just have to make the best of it,' said the so called Merry. 'Pip, you and I can ride together on one pony and Frodo and Sam on the other, leaving two for Miss Sunniva and Mr. Eohric.

'Do you think our ponies can manage one of the big folk?' said Pippin.

'They'll have to at this point,' said Merry. 'We haven't got much choice in the matter, unless we plan on leaving them here.'

'And why ever not,' said the one who claimed to be Sam. 'I mean,' I suddenly stuttered, 'no offence to you folk, mind you, but strangers are… well… strangers, and queer people at that. I mean, you don't know us, and we don't know you…'

'Sam, they don't even look of age yet,' said Pippin. 'Why, they look no older than twenty three at the most.'

Okay, despite the situation we were in, that was too fricken funny not to laugh at. 'Are you calling us old?' I said. Three out of four of them didn't get what I meant. To be honest I didn't know why they looked so confused, I mean, even Susan laughed, and they weren't eyeing her weirdly. The fourth one, Frodo (just assume that I mean, the so called Frodo, Sam, Merry, Pippin… etc.) looked amused too, but it was Susan who opened her mouth again.

'We are not so long lived in this world yet,' she said, with more of that medieval crap. 'I am sixteen only, and my brother is fifteen.' The three of them gaged at us and Frodo laughed.

'Men come of age at a different time,' he told them. 'Bilbo told me that.'

'Well then we certainly can't leave them behind now,' said Merry. 'Why, they're only children.'

'Uh… thanks… I think?' I didn't know whether to take it as an insult or not, and no one was explaining to me why it was a big deal that we were fifteen and sixteen.

Eventually, we managed to each fit onto the spare ponies, and we set out, but I was not enjoying the ride at all. The problem wasn't that I didn't know how to ride. Actually, I've know how to horseback ride since I was nine (note the key word horse.) This was a pony probably only eleven hands to the shoulders; that's puny! I was able to touch my feet together under its belly. For a tall guy like me, that wasn't fun. I didn't even know why we were riding with these people, or what the hell was going on. The whole time, I felt like I was with the travelling circus, or a Disney tour, since Tom wouldn't stop singing the whole damn way.

Susan and I trailed behind them, with our ponies just barely managing our weight. At one point, I was able to overhear the others over Tom's singing as they started murmuring within their own little circle.

'Do you think we can trust them?' one of them asked.

'I don't know,' answered Frodo. 'I would not think that they are servants of the enemy, but there is something about them that I find strange.'

'Yes,' said Pippin. 'Did you see her ears?' he whispered to the others.

'I know, I've never seen anything of the kind before,' one of them responded.

'They're quite fair I think,' said Sam.

"Okay… That's a little weird," I thought.

'My ears?' Susan gasped, causing everyone to stop and turn in our direction. The four hobbits looked really red when they realized that we had overheard them, but Susan was too distracted to notice them. For some, dumb reason, she had lifted up her hair and was feeling her fingers over the round edges of her ears. Then, out of the blue, Tom started laughing, and steered his pony beside Susan. I still didn't know what the fuss was about; there was nothing out of the ordinary with her ears that I could see.

'Ah yes,' said Tom, 'here are some pretty trinkets to clip and wear on your ears. Stars from the mountain depths are fairest, as the miners say.'

"Stars from the mountains? Okay, seriously, what the hell has this guy been smoking? He's crazier than my sister, and that's saying something." Susan had the same confused expression as I did. Neither of us had any idea of what he was talking about. The crazy man in the blue jacket then reached his hand forward and brushed the bottom of one of her ears. Almost instantly, she jerked her head away by instinct, and that was when I got another look at her ears. Nothing had changed about them, but as she lifted her head backwards, a caught a quick glimpse of her diamond earrings.

"Oh… that's what they're talking about. The whole mountain stars thing makes sense now." Just like her mood ring, Susan still had her earrings with her (more useless junk that she got to keep.) It occurred to me then that the girls in Middle Earth probably never wore earrings, which is probably why everyone was so fascinated with them. "What am I saying? Of course they girls in Middle Earth didn't: because they didn't exist! We better get to a town soon before I go crazy like these people… and Susan."

After that, a long discussion took place about Susan's earrings and how they stayed on her ears. The hobbit all cringed when she told them that she had to pierce holes through them in order to keep the earrings in place, but when they asked how it happened, and the when's and where's, she answered with more medieval crap, going on about the different things one experiences in their travels. I had to walk ahead of them to keep from hearing the whole conversation, it was all too ridiculous and corny (hey if you were there, you would agree with me.)

Tom was the worst of all, throwing his hat in the air and breaking into song like this was some Broadway musical. "Can't he just shut up for one second?" Well, whatever the case was, he actually did (or, at least he stopped singing) when we had raced towards the end of the woods and found ourselves at the side of a road (and old log road by the looks of things, but hey, that was better than nothing, right?)

'Well, here we are again at last!' One of them said. 'I suppose we haven't lost more than two days by my short cut through the Forest! But perhaps the delay will prove useful – it may have put them off our trail.' I couldn't help but turn my head at this point. There was something about his voice that made him seem so tired and afraid, when just about ten seconds ago they were all those annoying glass is half full type of people, and what the heck did he mean by them.

"No," I rejected before I could even consider it. "Not Black riders, that's ridicules; but he definitely meant that they were on the run. Are they fugitives?" I was a little bit on edge now, thinking that we were traveling with criminals, but I wasn't too worried. "After all, it's not like one of these guys could beat us in a fight," I figured (hey, they're short: the truth hurts sometimes).

'Do you think – do you think we may be pursued tonight?' asked Pippin.

'No, I hope not tonight,' answered Tom, 'nor perhaps the next day. But do not trust my guess; for I cannot tell for certain. Out east my knowledge fails. Tom is no master of Riders from the Black Land far beyond his country.'

'Wait. Riders from the Black Land?' asked Susan, acting all surprised and concerned at the same time. 'Do you speak of the Black Riders?' Everyone instantly became dead silent at this point. All eyes were on Susan.

'You – you know of them?' asked Frodo his voice hesitating when he spoke.

'Yes,' she answered, with a very serious tone in her voice.

'But, how – '

'I will not speak the full truth here,' she said, 'but they sought us once, asking for news of a hobbit called Baggins. They offered to us a reward, but we told them nothing and sent them away. Whoever they were, we could tell that their purposes were evil. When they left, I even prayed to the Valar that they would never find this Baggins….' She trailed off suddenly and her expression changed all together. 'Frodo Underhill you say? Are you sure that is your name?' Everyone was too busy eyeing Susan that no one noticed me rolling my eyes.

On one side of things, I had to hand it to her for managing to keep such a straight face and acting things out on improv. I knew she wanted to get involved with the arts when she graduated (she was a bit of a drama queen). However, on the other side of things, I had had enough of this, and wanted her to cut the crap.

'No, it is not,' he answered her, after a long and awkward pause.

'Then you're the one their looking for: the hobbit,' said Susan. 'Frodo Baggins.'

'Oh, give me a break!' I finally said 'You don't actually believe this, do you?' I turned my pony around to face her fully, with the others watching from the side.

'Brother,' she tried to say with a reasoning tone.

'No, don't Brother me,' I told her. 'Do you seriously believe that this is the Frodo Baggins and his three hobbit friends who are being chased by the evil Nazgul?'

'I do,' she answered sternly, 'and if this is truly the hobbit that the enemy is searching for, then we will protect him if I must.' The hobbits all beamed at her with a mixture of surprise, and relief, while I was busy cursing in my head.

I probably should have reworded the question a bit better. It was likely seen as me asking if this was the same hobbit who the black riders were looking for, even though I was really asking her: "Are you crazy enough to believe in this Lord of the Rings shit?" We were really in for it now, and I knew that if she decided to stay with these crazy people, then I'd have to stay too. "Mom and Dad would kill me if I left her with these people. Why can't she just be reasonable for once and see that this isn't Middle Earth?"

For the next minute or two, I thought about what type of punishments I could get if I told them that I left my sister with five strange men. I mean, we may not get along all the time (never) but I didn't want something bad to happen to her. I was so deep in my thoughts that I hadn't even noticed that Tom was saying goodbye to us until I suddenly heard the others practactly begging him to stayAll he did was laugh though before breaking into song again:

'Tom's country ends here: he will not pass the borders.

Tom has his house to mind, and Goldberry is waiting!'

"Yeah, yeah, Goldberry is waiting, we get it! Just leave already." Finally, he did leave, throwing his hat in the air before riding off on his pony and out of sight.

'I am sorry to take leave of Master Bombadil,' said Sam. 'He's a caution and no mistake. I reckon we may go a good deal further and see naught better, nor queerer.'

"Queerer? This coming from a three foot man with big feet and pointy ears? What's queerer than that?" They went on about what sort of people we'd find in Bree and whether or not the Prancing Pony would be anything like the Green Dragon. Basically, LOTR talk, which I got tired of listening to hours ago.

'When we are nearing Bree,' Susan interrupted them, 'perhaps it would be best if Eohric and I walked ahead of you. Four hobbits and two others of the race of men would surely draw more attention than four hobbits by themselves. People would wonder why our races are travelling together.'

'And where would you go, might I ask,' said Sam, like he was suspecting us to lead them into a trap or something.

'Less than a furlong further down the road, I should deem,' she answered. 'We shall still be able to see each other if trouble stirs, but it will look more like we are travelling separately.'

'And why would you go ahead of us on the road if it is so dangerous?' Sam asked again. I almost felt like telling him to take it easy. He was acting way to jumpy and accusing all of a sudden, now that Tom was gone.

'Forgive me,' said Susan. 'Would you prefer to ride ahead of us instead?' whatever Sam was going to say, he stopped himself and blushed slightly, looking guilty for someone who thought we were "the enemy." By now we had already crossed onto the road and were riding down it.

'That is fine,' said Frodo. ' So far, a room at the Prancing Pony may be all we could wish for, but it is outside the Shire all the same.' This he said more to himself and the other hobbits than to us. 'Don't make yourselves too much at home! Please remember – all of you – that the name Baggins must NOT be mentioned. I am Mr. Underhill, if any name must be given.' Right when he said this, I caught Susan staring into the forest. It was almost like she was looking for something.

'Hey Su, you listening?' I said, nudging her side. She straightened and looked back at the rest of us.

'Huh? Oh yes, I heard. He is Mr. Underhill, not Baggins.' I glance over to where she had been starring, but saw nothing, not even the slightest bit of movement.'

'What were you looking for?' asked Merry.

'Nothing Master Brandybuck,' she replied almost too casually. 'I was merely making sure that our tracks coming out of the wood could not be seen from the road. But come, let us move forward. If Tom is correct, the inn should be not far from here.' We rode on for a while, with the hobbits riding on one side of the road, whispering quietly to each other, while the two of us rode on the other side. They were more suspicious of us now that their friend Tom had left. I bet that it was even us that they were whispering about, but whether or not that was true, I took this opportunity to ask Susan some of my own questions.

'Alright, cut the crap,' I whispered to her. 'What did you see?'

'Nothing, really,' she protested.

'Well, you were looking at something, so what was it?'

'Honestly, I'm telling you the truth. I didn't see anything or anyone. I was just… checking.'

'Checking for what?'

'Eohric, it's nothing, alright? Would you just give it a rest?' I groaned and shot her a glare.

'Would you stop calling me that,' I hissed.

'And why must I?' she replied smoothly. 'It is your name as much a Sunniva is mine.' I rolled my eyes, deciding to deal with her later once we got to the town.

It wasn't long before the sun sank even lower and everything got a little darker. Over the next hill, I began to see the glowing lights of a town and was relieved to think that we could soon find out where we were and call our folks. They probably knew that we were missing by now since we had planned to be back before six o'clock. It was well past that now, but as the town finally came into proper view, I froze on the spot, with my pony protesting to the sudden halt. The others also stopped when they noticed that I wasn't moving but I didn't pay any attention to them.

This was NOT the type of town that I was looking for. The only lights coming from it were natural lantern lights, and even from here, I could see that the buildings were old fashioned wooden structures with thatched roofing and shudders over the windows. There were no brick buildings, not hydro poles, no cars travelling on the road… a car probably couldn't even travel on this road (unless it was a farm truck). We were coming by a warn-out log road, and it kept going on, and straight through the town. None of this looked like it belonged in the twenty first century, and I knew that no one would go to this much trouble to make us think that we were in Middle Earth.

"The Barrow Wright, Tom, the Hobbits, the Town… What is going on here?"

I didn't know what had happened to us last night or what was happening now… but my gut was telling that this wasn't a prank.

A/N: Question: How many of you thought I had turned Susan into an elf when it came to the part about her earrings? Yes, I did that on purpose. Okay, now it's time for some good news, and bad news. Good news: I got the part of Maria in my school's musical, West Side Story. Bad news: this means my next update won't be for a while. ***Ducks as a LOTR book gets thrown at her face***Okay, okay! I'll see if I can fit in more updates, no promises though.