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Chapter 2

Angela felt like her head was swimming she was so dizzy. She had no idea where she was; of course it might help if she opened her eyes "uuug.." she groaned, "Christine?"
Christine laid on her back, donned in a funky looking outfit and sporting long, wavy hair. "Christine!?" Angela shook her.

"Huh!" Christine turned over and forced open her eyes.

Angela screamed, "What happened to you? You look.... COOL!" Angela then quirked, "Not that you didn't before, you just look cooler!"

"Angela, that you!?" Christine said, "Your hair, you look different, and what are you wearing? This is weird!" Christine remarked in wonder. But Christine stopped marveling when she took a long around at their surroundings. "Um. where are we?"
Christine looked over Angela, "You look like an elf from Lord of the Rings or something?!"

Angela replied, "Christine, you look completely different too, you look like on of the elvish maidens, uh.... I'm not sure, but wherever we are, do you think we need those things?" Angela pointed to a tree where laid two bows and 2 quivers of arrows, a sword, and two shorter swords, and a bunch of smaller slip in knives.

Christine still sat in shock. "Where are we?" she wailed. Angela ignored her cries and ran over to the weapons.

"OOH! TOYS!!" Angela quipped laughingly, "C'mon Christine, we might need these so here," Angela grabbed one set of the artillery and tossed to Christine. They slipped on there weapons and fully noticed themselves.

"If someone comes along and asks us who we are, what should we say?" Angela said, as she excitedly fiddled with the bow.

Christine tried it on. "Um. They're nice," Christine said dully. She wandered over to a nearby riverbank where the water was clear and fresh.

"Should we tell them to the truth, or stick with whatever this," she pointed to herself, "is." Angela then noticed that Christine wasn't listening and that she couldn't see her, "Christine? Christine!"

"I'm over here!" Christine called from the river. Angela sidled up to her and peered into the water.

"Oh good, I thought I had almost lost you!" Angela quipped, "What are you looking at? Hey, there's a scar on my cheek, " Angela noticed.

"Mine too," Christine said.

"And our ear's are pointy!" Angela said.

"Angela, that ring you tried on back on the locker room...it took us somewhere...did it take us on to the movie set, of Lord of the Rings?" Christine said in a shaken voice.

"Not to the movie, maybe the story itself!" Angela said. Angela rubbed the tips of her ears, "Well, it don't feel like no movie set." Angela's eyes glazed over with worry, "Christine, I don't think we're in Salas anymore, I don't think we're even in our own dimension."

A smile suddenly spread across Christine's once sullen face. "Do you know what this means!" she started hopping up and down.

"We're in Middle-Earth," Angela said slowly, "we're not anywhere… near… home?"

"I might be able to meet Orlando! Ahh, Orlando! And maybe even Peter Jackson too! Oh goodie!" Christine said gleefully.

Angela raised her eyebrow at this. "This ISN'T a movie, Christine, it's the real thing!"

Christine stopped, "The.. the REAL thing?"

Angela nodded, "Yeah, the real thing." Angela took out her sword and ran her finger over the blade, pricking it. "Damn!"

"So what do we do now?" Christine said.

Angela watched the blood run down her hand, "I guess, we have to stay here, and find a way home."

"Okay, but since you know all this Lord of the Rings stuff better than I do, perhaps you can tell where we are?" Christine asked.

"We can't be far from Rivendell," Angela said, she plunged her hand in the water, dissolving the blood off her hand, then she noticed she still had the ring on. "but I'm not positive, Christine, it doesn't look like anywhere described in the books, let's just walk around-" Angela heard a noise and jumped up, grabbing her bow and arrow like she had done it a million times, "Christine did you hear that?"

"What is it?" Christine said, startled hiding behind Angela.

Angela rolled her eyes, "NOT- oh screw it," Angela fixed her eyes on where the noise came from. "C'mon Christine." Angela noticed that Christine still hid, "Christine, C'MON! You have to pick up your bow, remember freshman year!"

Christine then quirked, "but I haven't done archery since then!"

Angela then said a little quiver in her voice, "neither have I, but maybe we could try anyway!"

"I don't know...I-" before Christine could finish, an orc leaped from the bushes.

"HOLY CRAP! AN ORC!" Angela screamed and shot of her bow; the arrow went straight through the things head.

It died instantly. "Wow," Christine muttered under her breath.

"D-D-Did I do that?" Angela shockingly said.

"It appears so," a voice said from behind them. Angela and Christine whirled around, Angela having another arrow notched. Unfortunately Christine's head was in the way of the new intruder and she slightly altered her friend by pushing her softly to the side with her leg.

"Who are you, say your name or this arrow's going to go through you," Angela softly but shakingly said.

"Great speech," Christine vehemently joked.

"Hey, it was the first thing that came to mind," Angela jokingly shot back.

A tall, brash looking man with a hood stepped out from behind the shrubbery. "I am Aragorn, son of Arathorn, and you are?" he finished.

Angela side glanced at Christine, and prayed 'please don't freak!'
"We? We are.. Well, I am Ainiance, and my companion here is Laivina," Angela said, hoping Christine would go with it.

Christine gave a puzzled look, but nevertheless didn't complain. "Isn't this Viggo Mortensen?" Christine whispered into Angela's pointy ear.

"Shh..." Angela shot back.

"Ladies, what exactly are you doing out here in the woods of Rivendell?" the Viggo Mortenson look alike asked.

Angela and Christine shot glances towards each other, "uh....."

Christine decide to say the truth, at least half of it, "too tell you the truth, we don't exactly know how we got here, we just woke up here."

"Um, yeah," Christine added. "We opened our eyes, and boom! We are right here in the woods, and with pointy ears!"

Angela gaped at her friends burst, "Uh! What she means is.." Angela couldn't think of anything so she grabbed her friends hand to try and pull her away but her hand stung. "Ouch, damn!"

The sword's cut had re-opened and began to bleed again.

Aragorn noticed this. "Are you all right, Miss?" he asked.

"I think I could use a bandage..." Angela's voice trailed as she pressed her wound.

"A band aid?" Aragorn looked questionably. "Here," he ordered, hand out, "give me your hand." Willingly, Angela stretched out her wound. Angela notice him start to take things out of his pockets, something that looked like one of those old fashioned bandages and some weird liquid stuff in a vile.

"Now hold on..." Aragorn coaxed. Christine watched intently as he dressed Angela's wound with the bandage, drizzling a bit of the strange liquid on top. "This is sap from one of the healing plants from here," he said as he noticed Christine watch him put the stuff on Angela's cut.

Angela then popped, "Where would here be?"

"Are you not familiar with these woods?" Aragorn prompted.

"I told you--we woke up here!" Christine interrupted.

"Uh, if we were, I'm pretty sure we'd know where we are," she cut Christine off from saying anything else. Angela gave Christine a 'hold-up! I'll talk to you in a minute' kind of look. Christine zipped her lip with her finger and tried to stifle a giggle.

"Well, for your sakes, we are in Rivendell young maidens," Aragorn said. Angela's and Christine's mouths dropped.

Aragorn laughed and said, "if you would like, I could take you to Elrond and I think he'd be able to find out where you came from."

Christine's eyes lit up furiously. Angela had no reason to ask what that meant. Christine had been obsessed with Orlando Bloom, the actor that played the elf prince Legolas. 'Will she ever realize that this isn't a movie?' Angela thought. "um, alright, do you think it'll be alright? you know, with the big guy?" Angela asked.

"The big guy?" Aragorn asked.

"Um, you know, Elrond, him," Angela added quickly.

"You are welcome with Elrond, nevertheless." Aragorn beckoned his gloved arm to follow. Nevertheless, the two fell in step behind him, making their way past clumps of moss and logs.