"Ladies first," Boromir gestured to the hole.

"Gee, thanks. Hey Norma, you doing ok down there?"

All A-M could hear was Norma's laughter

A-M closed her eyes and jumped in, free falling for a minute before the groping hands caught her. Opening her eyes as she felt arms reach out and tickle her.

"Oh no!!" she squealed. She could hear Norma laughing below her and Boromir fighting back the laughter above her, soon enough she was laughing just as hard at the situation as at being tickled. Seriously, how many people could say they were suspended in mid air while being tickled by disembodied hands while the godchild of the goblin king was below them and the supposedly fictional Steward of Gondor was in fits of laughter above her?

Boromir landed with a thump, he took in his surroundings, dark, like the

Mines of Moria, but smaller, much smaller.

"So, now what do we do?" He asked impatiently, this was all so childish to him.

"Oo, look! One of the hands put a band-aid on my elbow!! It is glittery,

hehe" A-M exclaimed.

"Oo, glitter," Norma cooed.

"Thanks!" A-M shouted up the hole." So yeah..." she kicked at the floor, "I don't see any hidden doors Norms."

"That's cause there isn't any."

"Oh peachy."

"Don't say that, Uncle J might hear you. Besides, I have a few tricks up my sleeve." Norma put her hand in her pocket and pulled out a small piece of white chalk. A-M raised her eyebrow and looked over at Boromir, who was looking just as confused.

"Ok, so we are gonna doodle?"

"Yup," Norma smirked as she drew a huge tunnel on the wall, putting a detour sign up as she stepped back, "Gotta love those Roadrunner cartoons."

"Oh man I should have known. " A-M muttered to herself as she walked through the tunnel into the underbelly of the Labyrinth.

"How did you--?" Boromir questioned Norma.

"What? You are the one from Middle Earth, does the word magic mean anything?"

After another few hours of walking with nothing too extraordinary happening.

"I'm hungry." A-M whined.

"You know how the food is here."

"Yeah, yeah, still doesn't change the fact that I am wasting away here."

"You are worse than a hobbit!" Boromir decided.

"So? I am like twice the size of a hobbit, gimme a break. And what do you live off of Mr.Tough guy? Your cheery thoughts?" A-M rummaged in her pockets

and found a bag of M&Ms, "Ooo, jackpot baby!"

"Aren't you gonna share?" Norma demanded.

"Oh, yeah, heh," A-M offered the bag to her companions, Boromir taking out a few (were they green? They world may never know) and looking at them questionably.

"They won't hurt you, in fact they won't do too much at alljust sweet, yummy," Norma chimed in as well for the chorus, "Chocolate."

Talking around the chocolate in her mouth A-M began, " So Boromir, got any nicknames? I figure since I kinda wished you away I might as well get to know the man behind the dinner plate shield."

"The bearer of the Horn of Gondor'" Norma chimed in snickering.

"I get the distinct feeling you are mocking me."

"Hmmdropping that, tell us about yourself," A-M linked arms with Boromir, earning a startled look from the warrior.

"I'd rather learn more about this strange land."

"You will, don't worry, so dish, come on."

"You are determined aren't you?"

"Yup, don't even try to make her stop, she only gets worse." Norma interjected.

"Bruce!!" A-M shouted.

"Well if that wasn't random."

"Long story, speaking of, tell us yours."

"Very well, it will make the journey pass quicker, I suppose. I am the heir of the Steward of Gondor, my father, Denethor, is the steward now, my brother, Faramirin all honesty, I feel he should have been the one on this quest, I was ill equipped for this journey. I made mistakes I am certain he would have avoided, he would have been able to protect them better than I–"

A-M squeezed his arm reassuringly.

"I know what you accomplished Boromir," she spoke softly, " None of your comrades looked down on you for your humanness. I mean geeze, you were the only one there without some weird destiny and bonus godlike powers, in my opinion, that is what made you perfect for the quest. You enabled them to see what it was they were questing for, to protect you and your race."

They were now in the forest of the Labyrinth. A-M squealed as Norma was pulled behind a tree she was walking past.

"Norma!" She ran, letting go of Boromir's arm, frantic for the safety of her friend, she stopped short, glaring at the image posed in front of her, she felt Boromir approach behind her. He barely stopped in time to prevent making her topple over, yet again, only this time it would have been worse.

"Puck!" A-m stomped her foot, the mischief maker ignored her, concentrating on Norma's lips even more. She reached out and yanked on some of his long hair.

"Ow! Norma, you must learn to reign in your muse better, she is getting violent."

A-M glared at Puck.

"Elves reside here as well?" Boromir asked gazing over A-M's shoulder.