"A Story About Two Girls"
Author: Alasia Moonstalker
Legalese: I don't own anything LOTR, but I do own the two girls.
Genre: Action/Adventure/Humor
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Two cousins, a bag of pancakes and a Bronco end up in Middle Earth. There they'll meet the bad guys first, more bad guys second and then the good guys. What could possibly go wrong?

As for the whole Mary-Sue thing. I think it's all relative. All OC's are a bit of a Mary-Sue anyway. Call this what you will.

Author's Notes: Okay, so, here's chapter four. Sorry for the delay in between chapters. This chapter is actually raither boring, but the next one will be more interesting, I promise!

A Story About Two Girls
Chapter Four: Out Of Gas

"You know, for what it's worth, I really hate you right now."

"Excuse me?"

"You heard me." Kitta said with narrowed eyes.

"Why do you hate me?" River asked with a sigh.

"This is all your fault."

"What! How can this be my fault!" River exclaimed. "I'm not the one that made that car slam on it's breaks!"

"You could have swerved left!"

"Into oncoming traffic!"

"Yes!"

"We'd be dead!"

"We would've died going over that overpass too!"

"That makes it a no win situation!" River yelled. "Just be happy we're both alive!"

"Alive!" Kitta screamed, turning and waving her arms about wildly. "We're in Middle Earth, what makes you think we're not dead!"

River pursed her lips, leaned over and pinched Kitta. Hard.

"OW!"

"See, we're alive and we're not having some freak shared dream."

Kitta rubbed her arm. "You suck."

"So you say."

- - -

If River hadn't found their current situation so bizarrely amusing she'd have been bawling. They were stuck in Middle Earth with a bag of mini-pancakes and a Bronco that only had a quarter tank of gas left. Most of the time River didn't really care that The Beast was a gas guzzler, but at the moment she was wishing her beloved truck was more economically friendly.

"Maybe we should try to find the Elves." Kitta suggested.

"Why?"

"Because they're less likely to throw us in the dungeon than Dwarves or Men?" Kitta said with hope in her voice.

"Good point." River remarked. "Of course, we've been following this road for about four and a half hours now and we've found nothing. Not to mention we're down to two lines above empty here."

"We're almost out of gas?" Kitta asked in alarm.

"Yep."

"But I hate hiking." Kitta said. Kitta loved the camping part of camping, but hated the hiking part.

"Better brace yourself then. 'Cause in about an hour we're going to be doing a lot of that." River said.

In the end River was wrong. It took two hours for the gas LED to come on and another fifteen miles before the engine shut off and River eased the Beast to a stop at the side of the road and exchanged a look with her cousin.

- - -

"Okay, let's take stock." River said about an hour later. "What have we got?"

"A gallon of water. A handful of CD's, two useless cell phones, a ginormous flash light, and two backpacks." Kitta said. "Why two?"

"I keep one in there in case the Beast dies in the middle of nowhere and I chucked the second back there when I bought my purple one." River explained.

"Oh. Okay." Kitta said, then added. "We've also got eight pancakes."

"I keep a first aid kit and a seventy-two hour kit in the back." River said.

"What's in that last one?" Kitta inquired.

"Let's see." River said, getting out of the Bronco, walking around the truck and opening the tailgate. "A couple of blankets, two changes of clothes with extra socks, extra batteries for the flashlightm three days worth of food that we could probably stretch to six, a flare gun with six flares --"

"A flare gun!" Kitta cut in, surprised.

"Don't ask." River said, giving her cousin a look that told the other that her brother probably had something to do with it. "And six bottles of water."

"Okay, let's each take a blanket and a change of clothes. We can divide the food, the water and the first aid kit." Kitta said reasonably.

"You take the flare gun since you have better aim." River said. "And I'll take the flashlight."

"We can trade off carrying the gallon." Kitta said. "Use it to refill the water bottles until it's empty."

"Sounds fair."

It took them a while to get everything sorted out and packed, but once they had River tied her bomber jacket to her pack with an old shoelace she'd found under the backseat as Kitta locked the car doors for all the good it would do. River slapped a kiss onto the hood of the Beast before turning to her cousin.

"Which way?"

Kitta closed her eyes and spun in a circle, arm extended. When she stopped spinning she looked in the direction she was pointing. "That way."

River shrugged. "Good as any."

And they started off.

.end chapter four.