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Yay! Thanks for the reviews! I feel so incompetent. I forgot to allow anonymous reviews, which are greatly appreciated. Sorry! And I'm also sorry that this chapter wasn't as great. I think my muse has stolen my beat up junk of a car and high-tailed it out of my house. It won't get far, however. The old clunker won't go as far as 50 miles a day. Maybe I'll put its face on some milk cartons.

Once again, a chapter:

Liz's POV

"Yo! Hey, Jen! Wake up!" I said, shaking her. "Leave me alone, Mom. School's not goin' nowhere." she replied, trying to swat way my hands. "Come on!" I urged, "The councils starting! It's really cool! Like in the movie!" Jen's eyes snapped open. "Are you serious! This is going to be awesome!" she exclaimed as she got up.

5 minutes later (and after much wandering to find the place the council was at)

"Shh. . ." Jen said, placing a finger to her lips, indicating silence. We were trying to sneak in and eavesdrop. Elrond (who had a black eye and split ends as a result of the fight with Legolas) had just said someone had to take the ring to Mordor and Boromir was beginning to argue with the statement, which was good, because it drowned out the rustlings of our moment behind Elrond's chair. I think Glorfindel spotted us, but shifted his gaze as Legolas began his "The ring must be destroyed" speech. I think I heard a sarcastic "No, really?" come from my friend.

"Oh, my God! Look! He's talking! Wow! He's so –mmph!" she said, just as Jen covered her mouth with her hand. "Shut up," she whispered. She dared to go closer. Everyone began to fight, and I saw that Frodo trying to make himself heard and that, with all the hobbit courage he could muster, he would take the ring to Mordor and chuck it into flame. Everyone's giving something {Their sword, bow, ax, whatever} and I whispered over to Elrond who was just trying to proclaim them "The Fellowship".

"Psst, Elrond." He looked around {he's so stupid} not seeing anyone. "Psst, Elrond! This is your conscience. Allow the two beautiful, gorgeous, intelligent, and wonderful new girls to come along."

"What are you doing?!" Jen hissed. "Come on, it'll be fun!" I replied. "Getting killed will be fun?!" she said in a raised voice. "Ahem!" announced Gandalf. We both looked at him with the most innocent eyes possible. "And you have our company!" I said, inducting my friend and I into the Fellowship.

"What?" replied Elrond, Gandalf, and Jenny. "You know, we'll keep you company." I said as cheerily as I could manage. "Besides, we'll just follow you anyways!" Everyone glanced at each other, not sure of what to do. "We know the future," she said in a mock frightening tone. Jen butt in this time, "Telling the future may affect the future, and everyone will DIE!! Haven't you been paying attention to Mrs. McFalen and her Quantum Physics class lectures?"

"They will not," I said. "It might help. And I don't think Boromir wants to die, would YOU want to die?" I asked. "No, but-"

"Good, that's what I thought. Now, we are coming."

"Who said I was going to die. . ." asked Boromir, obviously worried.

"We are not coming. I'm happy staying here. Leave the plural pronouns and me out of this adventure. There are orcs and goblins and cave trolls and freak goblin-orcs out there!" she said, her temper obviously rising. "And we don't have weapons, or clothes other than the ones on our backs!"

"I'll solve the first problem!" I said heroically, my chest puffed out in pride. I ran over to Legolas, grabbed his knives from their sheathes and said, "Thanks, hottie." And ran back over to Jen, shoving one of the knives' hilt into her hand. "Presto! Weapon problem solved! And they're easy to use. Just stab stuff!" she exclaimed, showing off her "impressive swordsmanship". She looked like a Musketeer, with one hand in the air and the other jabbing the air with the knife. Her excited mood was splintered when Legolas walked over and grabbed his knives back, noticeably irritated.

"Look," Jen said, "I'm not sure if we, if not I, should go with God forsaken Fellowship." She turned to Gandalf. "If you'll please allow me Shadowfax and the place where you learned that 'flame will tell' the markings on the ring and I will be greatly obliged. At least I would like to get out of this madhouse and HOME!!"

Gandalf looked flabbergasted, apparently wondering how she knew about the horse and the 'flame will tell' locution. He quickly dismissed it and called out to the other Fellowship. "We leave in the morning. Two hours after dawn. Be ready and don't pack too heavily." The Fellowship dispersed, most likely to pack, and, in the hobbits' case, to eat. Gandalf remained. "You may find the way home on the quest."

"Like hell we will! We'll only get stabbed, slashed, maimed, beaten, and/or killed! Maybe you could take Liz, she's eager to get mutilated. I'd like to stay intact and have all of my limbs, thank you. Draw me a map, or something, I'm going to read the scrolls and prophecies and all that mumbo-jumbo."

"Why are you always the book worm, Jen? Have some fun! You might even catch the eye of a brave "knight in shining armor," hinted Liz. Jen stared angrily at Liz, and realized something. "Wait, I remember now. Half of the mumbo-jumbo is in Elvish! CURSE THE ELVES!!!" screamed Jen, letting lose her anger and frustration.

All of the Elves (Elrond, Arwen, Legolas, Glorfindel, the anonymous Elves, and all of the servants in Rivendell) gave Jenny some serious death-glares, and Gimli exclaimed, "At least one person believes me. "Um. . .I WAS JUST KIDDING EVERYBODY!! HA HA!" she said apologetically, Gimli's ego withering.


"Why can't I just stay here and be safe?" Jen whined. "I'm not forcing you to come with us, I'm asking if you'd like to go home," insisted Gandalf. "This has got to be a dream. This is a dream. Kill me, Gandalf. Then I will wake up," she said in a dramatic tone.

"I'm not going to kill you."

"Well, you certainly have a death wish against me, considering that you wish for me to go with you."

"I'm only signifying that you may find a way to your home on our journey."

"We lived in a totally different world! In a different time, so to speak."

"Hmmm. . ." Gandalf said thoughtfully.

"We're just stuck here, Liz. For the rest of our lives. . ."

"What's wrong with that?" I interjected. "I mean, this place isn't half bad."

"Don't you miss your mom and dad? I do. And I miss Sir Meowsalot. {Her cat}"

"Well, it's like moving out. For a long, long time. Take it easy; don't give yourself an ulcer."

"Don't blame me, you wanted to see the movie! Wanted to see the God forsaken ELF!! Do you have enough of him now?!"

"Hey, don't have to get up on my case!"

There was some silence between us, only the sharp scowls throw towards each other, and Gandalf felt quite left out. During that silence, I heard Jen's stomach growl. Then my own. I realized we haven't eaten in eight hours. "We're hungry," we said in unison to Gandalf. The tension was lifted, and we began to laugh our heads off, while Gandalf led us to the dining hall, muttering about insanity in other dimensions.

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