Chapter 6. Thranduil Elven-King
Yay! The Clash of the Fandoms is almost over! :)
'It's Lee Pace!' I gasped. 'You're so hot!'
'What are you talking about?' asked Thranduil, frowning.
'Uh, nothing. Hey, where are we? We must be somewhere in Middle Earth, but why would you be on a beach? You live in Mirkwood.'
Thranduil squeaked and hid behind a convenient Elven bodyguard. 'Eek! A fangirl!'
'Not this again,' I sighed.
'We must eliminate her, of course,' said Thranduil evilly.
'I'll contact the fandom police immediately,' said the bodyguard.
'What are you going to do with me?' I asked experimentally.
'We will turn you over to the police and let them decide,' said Thranduil, cool, collected, and regal once more.
'Oh, great. Is that them?' I asked, pointing to a group of soldiers approaching.
'Some of them. There's a squad for each fandom.'
'Cool. Hey, guys!'
'We have come to send you back,' said the leader.
'Oh yay. So I don't have to die. What do I do, spin around, click my heels, and make a wish?'
'No, we're going to kill you.'
'Seriously?'
Of course I ran. But I'm not very fast, and besides, there were fandom police: specially trained for catching fangirls of all kinds. There was an explosion. The last thing I remember was Thranduil's scream. I guess my death was a little gory.
'Were did Darth Maul go?' said a familiar voice.
So there are two problems: 1. I still don't know why Thranduil was on the beach, and 2. this is the last chapter! :O What's-her-name (I can't remember it now) has gotten back to earth. No, I don't have a chapter of the Star Wars fandom... not sure why not, it could have been awesome. Anyway, this is it. Over. Fine.
Except we do have an Epilogue.
Stay tuned! :)