Disclaimer: As stated in the earlier chapter, I don't own diddly-squat. And don't forget it. Well, I kinda own Jen and Liz, but they don't really count.

Grrr…since I didn't get 5 reviews, I'll write this anyways. Be warned, however, for a curse has been cast on this * cough * wonderful * cough * fic (Gandalf's so nice to have WILLINGLY cast a spell ^-^). To those who do not review, you will be haunted by the evil kangaroo of wickedness. Muhahaha!

And yet an another:

Liz's POV

"AIIEEEEE!!" I screeched. "IT'S LEGOLAS! LEGOLAS! JEN, IT'S LEGOLAS!" I couldn't believe my eyes. Right in front of me, was Legolas. The fact that he was aiming at my head with his bow passed me for a few seconds, while I was staring at how, um, HOT he was. "Do you know her?" a husky voice next to him asked. "I've never seen her in my life," Legolas retorted. 'He spoke. HE SPOKE! WITH HIS SEXY ACCENT!' A couple other people barged in, but who cares! It was real, live, sexy LEGOLAS! "I'll tell you who we are if you get your guards to let us go," Jen said behind me; anger and confusion in her voice. "We're not taking a chances."

"Fine, but you'll anger the, um, council of Sorceresses!" I heard Jenny. 'Yeah, that'll fool them' came my sarcastic thought. "There is no such council!" a booming voice called at the far end of the room. "Whoa! Gandalf!" I exclaimed. I didn't see any of the hobbits, or dwarves, but I saw Legolas!

*Okay, I've decided to let Jen do the talking at this time, considering Liz's thoughts are obviously centered.*

Jen's POV

I saw Gandalf merely glance towards Liz's direction before advancing once again. "Who are you?" came the same demand. "Okay, okay. We've, um, come for the Council of Rivendell, or whatever-it's-called, and to represent, uh, Washington! Yes, good ol' Washington!" (The state, not D.C.) "You are full of lies!" thundered Gandalf, waving his staff threatening. "What about, um, when you jumped off that tower onto the giant bird-thingy!" Gandalf paused. "Sarumon told you that! You are an agent of his will!"

"NO, no, I'm not! I swear!" as I began rambling, "And what about, uh, when Bilbo's all like 'My preeciousssssssssss" and you're all pissed and evil looking and you're all like 'Do not take me for a conjurer of cheap tricks! I'm not trying to rob you!' And that part in Bree when Aragorn grabbed Frodo and the Ring Wraiths and stuff! And Aragorn kissed your daughter mister Elrond! They were getting kinky. . ."

"How do you know that!" insisted a voice. Aragorn popped out of the shadows. I would have jumped, but the blade at my neck insisted. The hands that held my arms behind me tightened, causing me to wince and gasp in pain. "Let her go" he said. The guards released their death-hold on me and I hit the floor, again.

Aragorn knelt beside me and said, "You're either a master spy, or true to your word. By the ruckus and din you caused in this room, I don't believe you're as good a spy as we thought earlier. Tell me one thing. How do you know such things?"

"Um, well, I guess. . ." I wasn't going to tell him about the movie and books. "We just do!" I answered Gandalf raised a questioning eyebrow. I continued, "Yeah! We know stuff! Like the future, sort of."

"And will you tell us the future?" Aragorn questioned. "If you let my friend go." It was at that time that everyone (save the guards she smashed into the wall and Legolas, who had to deal with her mutterings and sudden out-bursts of the highest of her vocal range) noticed Liz. She was gazing straight at Legolas and didn't notice much else. "Release her," commanded Elrond. Legolas reluctantly lowered his bow and the guards loosened the grip.

That's when she pounced upon him. Legolas hardly had time to let out a small cry before she was sitting on top of him and screeching at the top of her lungs. I guess she passed out or something, because after 2 minutes to the guards trying to get her off and make her shut up, she went slack. "I'm terribly sorry," I apologized. "That's how we, um, show affection where we come from. She just likes him. A lot."

"Where do you come from? You're attire certainly eliminates you from any area's I've been to. And what are to call you?" questioned Aragorn. "I already told you. Washington. My name's Jennifer Hedman, but it sounds too boring and formal, so you could call me Jen. And she's Elizabeth DeMeo." Motioning towards my unconscious friend. "Washington?" queried Legolas, who had regained his compositor after the 'attack'. I wanted to hit myself. "Washington is a place. . .in a different world, sort of."

"And how do we know this is the truth you speak?" Legolas asked. {This guy's certainly full of questions}

"Um, I don't know, is there some sort of test?"

"You said you knew the past and future. Tell us of our past. We should know of our pasts as well as you claim to be."

"Uh, what do you want to know? You I don't know much about. You should ask Liz. She'd probably know what hour you where born in!" she said to Legolas.

Speak o' da devils. A moan came at the corner of the room. Liz sat up a mumbled, "Oww. . .What the. . ." I didn't even see when she got up, but I saw Legolas fall flat on his face with my hormonally challenged friends on his back, clasping on to him like a leech.

"Liz, got off of him," I asked politely, although knowing she wouldn't comply. She stuck her head up high and defiantly exclaimed (with her wonderful vocabulary) "Like hell I will!"

I got up and strode on over to her. "Ya know, you'll never see his face if you're on his back."

"I won't. . .?" she said in a small tone. She got off of his back and watched him turn over, gasping air. She only waited about 3 seconds until she pounced on him again. This time, he caught her in mid-jump {weird} and held her at arm's length. She started screaming and crying at the fact that she couldn't get a piece of his skin or clothing. I rummaged through her purse while Legolas was trying to find a way out of this predicament. I found. . .dramatic drum role. . .HER WALLET! No, I wasn't going to take her money. I grabbed one of the 50 print outs of the Elven prince from her collection and shoved it in her face. She relaxed, and grabbed the picture out of my hand.

Legolas dropped her (and not so gently {I don't blame him}) onto the floor. She just sat there, grinning like an idiot and stroking the picture. 'Too bad the theater wasn't packed with fan girls,' I though with a chuckle. 'It would have had hilarious results,' as I imaged over a hundred screaming girls smothering the poor, panicked, screaming elf. One of the guards looked over her shoulder and whistled a catcall. I raised an eyebrow, but mostly ignored him. I was busy with Elrond and Aragorn's distrust. "How does she have little paintings of me as an infant?" called Legolas. "Search me," I answered, shrugging and turning towards Elrond.

"Look, we have no weapons, we don't know how to use weapons, and if we did, why would we want to kill you?" which seemed more like a statement rather than a question. Elrond answered anyways. "Because everyone's jealous of my wonderful magnificent, spectacular, and terrific city, town, area, and/or kingdom," he said as a matter of factly. "Really? And I suppose your wonderful magnificent, spectacular, and terrific city, town, area, and/or kingdom is better than my father's? The largest forest in Middle-Earth?"

"Why don't you tell your father to cram th-" Elrond and Legolas began to fight (yes, yes, highly unlikely) in they're nightgowns. Aragorn was trying to say that Gondor was the best, but his voice was drowned out by the screams of Elrond as Legolas pulled on his hair. The rest of the crew (The four hobbits, Boromir, and Gimli) ran in to the room, weapons raised. The scene they saw was quite. . .interesting. . . Elrond and Legolas were at each other's throats, er, hair; with Aragorn desperately trying to achieve respect for Gondor. The guards were arguing about who was hottest; Aragorn or Legolas. Liz was just sitting in the corner, staring at the picture in her hand. I was standing near the wall, hoping not to get trampled and Gandalf was trying to calm everyone down.

After about 15 minutes of the hobbits crying and upset that everyone was yelling and screaming, Gimli claiming that Elves suck and that neither Mirkwood or Rivendell was the greatest, and Boromir screaming that "Gondor rocks!", I was beginning to feel a migraine coming on. 5 minutes later, and my head was pounding beyond belief. I screamed; higher than everyone's racket in the room. I was out of breath by the time I was finished, and everyone was frozen in their original position as I began screaming. I walked over to the guards and ordered them to get back to God forsaken posts and to give all 49 of Liz's pictures back to her, which they did hastily.

Moving on, I strode over to Legolas and Elrond. Elrond had two fistfuls of Legolas' golden locks, and Legolas had two handfuls and a mouthful of Elrond's hair. I ripped Elrond's hair out of Legolas' mouth and said, "On the count to three, you both let go."

They began counting, "One. . .two. . .three. . ." By three, they still had handfuls of hair. "You didn't let go, jerk," they each said to each other. I was tired of this, and walked over with a knife I. . .uh. . . "Borrowed" from one of the guards; yeah, borrowed. "You two either let go of each other's hair and shut up, or I cut each of your hair out of your hands," I whispered threatingly. They must have loved their hair, because they let go and ran to other side of the room. "Aragorn, you either keep quite, or I'll shove you into a bathtub."

"Oh, by Elbereth! Not that! I beg of you!" {I'm sorry, I just had to put that in here =_=}

"Okay, then. Is everyone finished being annoying, rude, and loud?" Several mumbles and an "Eep" was all I needed. "Alrighty, then. Does anyone have any aspirin?" In the corner, Liz began jabbering gibberish. I walked over and ripped the picture from her hands. "What was that?" I queried angrily. "There's some in my purse!" she said, groping for the picture. "Thank you," came my reply as I handed the picture back to her.

I took the aspirin, sat down on one of Elrond's chairs, and forcefully said to everyone, "I expect complete silence for the next (looks at bottle) 20 minutes. If you cannot handle that, go back to sleep." The hobbits, with their tear-stained faces, and Boromir, whispering "Gondor rocks! Gondor rocks!", walked out of the room. The rest cowered in the corner. I guess the aspirin made me drowsy or something, because I felt my eyelids close and sweet, sweet silence and darkness enveloped me.

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