hmm. this one wasn't easy to write. wasn't inspired until very late last night. still not mine. big surprise there then.

Heaven Is.

I limped into the Palace without a backwards glance to my former companions. All I wanted was a hot bath and my bed. Well, not necessarily my bed, any bed. "Hell, the floor would do right about now." I muttered as I winced from yet another shooting pain from my foot. Then I sneezed, automatically put my weight onto my injured foot, lost my balance and fell over.

***

Half an hour later I was exactly where I wanted to be. In bed. After a very hot bath. My foot was treated and bandaged up. I had been given something to get rid of my cold. I was in heaven.

"Now this is the way it's supposed to be." I said and then sighed contentedly

For reasons that I had yet to understand I had been treated like royalty on my arrival. I did discover that Thingaladion was back at the Palace and was being held under armed guard. As I drifted off to sleep my brain fuzzily decided that Thingaladion's capture was the reason I was being treated so well.

***

When I finally awoke next morning I noticed three things. One my cold had gone. Two the ache in my foot had also gone and three I had died and gone to heaven. Then my brain kicked in and I remembered I was in Mirkwood.

"Well, near enough really innit." I commented to myself as I heaved my body out of bed, "Y'know, beautiful, immortal beings. All they need now are wings. And harps."

I glanced around the room and noticed that there was a tray with various food laid out for me. I dived over and proceeded to stuff myself.

"Screw it." I muttered as I shovelled more food into my mouth. "I have died and gone to heaven."

***

Later I left the room and decided it was time to do some exploring. And find out exactly what the hell was happening in Middle Earth.

Yep that's right. I was sick to the back teeth of all the conspiracies and I was going to find out what the hell was going on. With that idea in my head I strolled around the Palace looking and more importantly listening to see if I could discover something about all the plans that I had heard.

Eventually I found myself wandering into the throne room.

"Hah! Such fond memories." I commented aloud to myself as I remembered the last time I had been in the room with a sword to my neck. I turned suddenly as I heard voices. The doors swung open and into the room poured what looked like every species known to Middle Earth. And a few that weren't as well.

"Ahhh. It is the fangirl!" One of the elves proclaimed as he saw me.

The room erupted into cheering. I began to get scared. Very scared. What the hell is going on? My mind asked. I smiled weakly and gave a wave to all the creatures that were now surrounding me. Ah. My brain noted. No way of escaping this one. You're stuck. Shit.

Then things began getting weirder. King Thranduil appeared with possibly the biggest smile on his face that I have EVER seen. Now I was getting freaked out.

"Welcome!" Thranduil said as he approached me. Then he swept me into his arms and hugged me.

"Woah!" I cried shoving him back. "Hello? Personal space issues here!"

Thranduil didn't even seem remotely bothered by my response. "Plans are already underway for the celebration." He informed me. "We have invited every race of Middle Earth. And some which are not." He said gesturing towards a large group of very odd looking creatures who were all standing together, glancing warily around at the room and each other.

"Err... And what celebration would that be?" I asked sweetly, hoping that I would finally find out what the hell was going on.

Thranduil in response merely laughed.

Idiot.

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Hmm. Not that interesting. What is going on? Next one will be more interesting promise! R&R please!