Hey Plutostar! Thanx for the comment. Emma reminds me of myself a lot. I have blond long blond hair like her and when I'm shy, people think I'm stuck up, but I really like people of all shapes and sizes. [especially guys w/ colored hair and tattoos! Yum] I wish people would just see that I'm not stuck up!! Bluh. I like Rome a lot too. Okay, on w/ the fic!

Return of the Woman of Witty Words

That night after the last drama practice, I go into my room and change into my pajamas. The play is tomorrow and I'm totally freaked. We have some professional make-up artist showing up tomorrow and it's just so exciting! I've been looking forward to this forever and even Galadriel herself will be there to watch!

'My parents will be there too!'



I brush my hair quickly just as I dry it...but just as I start drying, something starts yanking on my hair. "Oh no!" I scream as I notice my hair is stuck in the hair-dryer! Before I know it a big chunk is stuck.

Talim runs into the bathroom. "I smell smoke...EMMA!" She unplugs the hair- dryer and just gapes at my hair. "Oh no, your hair! It's..."

"RUINED!" I finish for her, tugging the dryer from my crispy burned hair. I'm glad it didn't catch on fire! "What am I going to do? The play is tomorrow."

Talim gets that 'light-bulb-over-yo-head' expression and takes off, coming back with scissors in her hand. "I think we have to this, Emma."

I glance in the mirror. It's taken my like two years for my hair to get this long from my shoulders! It's like in the middle of my back and it's so nice...

Snip. Talim cuts it off. And starts chopping some more so it's even. Before I know it, I have two layers at my chin, which I'll add, looks ridiculous!

"Galadriel doesn't HAVE hair like this! I'm ruined!" I want to cry, but I don't. Hair grows back, right?

Talim tries not to look disgusted at my hair, but she fails. I sigh. "What should I do?"

"I have some little white pins that can hold that back! You'll look beautiful. Don't worry about a thing!" Talim assures me.

"I hope so!" I groan, tossing my uneven hair. What a mess.

Saturday morning

I pin my hair back with these little blue pins and walk out of my room. I decided to go meet Arwen and Rome at Rohanions, this old restaurant down on main street. "Hey, pretty girl," Arwen says, linking arms with me on the way. "Why such a long face?"

I pull out the little pins and she gasps. "It's...different."

"Ugly," I add.

"No, it's not. It's different, but it's not bad, I assure you," she says, smiling. She can be really cool most times.

"Yea, whatever," I say grumpily.

"Shut up, Emma! You would look drop dead if you were bald!" she says, poking my side with her finger. "And don't let anyone tell you otherwise, cause you're perty."

"Hey guys!" Rome runs up, but he looks a little different from yesterday. His black and green hair is down with this black headband over it. He's wearing this black tank-top, revealing some tattoos. He's really not bad looking! Some sweet punk girl like him is going to fall face first for him one day...at least, I hope so!

"Hey, Rome, what's up?" Arwen asks. "By the way, I'm Arwen."

"I'm Rome," he says, nodding.

All of the sudden I feel a rain drop fall on my nose. "Let's get going and out of this rain!" I say, grabbing their arms and pulling them towards the stables.



The three of us hang out with our cappuccino's at the Wizard's cup as Leanna and her friends come in. "Well, if it isn't Galadriel wannabe?" she says, walking towards our table, tossing her phony bleached hair.

I roll my eyes. "Yea, whatever."

"You're such a loser sometimes Emma. Here you are at one of the hot-spots with one of the biggest fags in the school," she glances over at Rome and sneers.

"Well you better keep away from me because I don't need TWO dorks around me at the same time," I snap.

"Why would *I* be a dork?" she asks with a laugh.

"Cause you're just jealous because while I make out with Legolas, you have to spend your time doing your best to get him. Dork. Now if you'd leave Rome alone, I'd appreciate it. You can get your preppy dumb self away from me and stop wasting my time...I'm the 'woman of witty words'"

Rome and Arwen laugh. "You go gurl," says Arwen.

Leanna glares at us and stomps off as our laughter doubles. "LOSER!" Rome says, placing two fingers on his forehead, making an L. Arwen hits her chest with her hand pretending she's retarded Leanna. "Hiii! I'm Leanna and I suck!"

"Leanna IS right," I whisper. "We ARE dorks," I whisper.

We only just laugh.

"At least I know how to dry my hair!" Leanna says, yelling from across Wizard's café. Now how did she hear about that? She probably overheard Talim telling Eowyn or something.

"I personally think it's the new and improved Emma!" Legolas says, in the doorway.

"Legolas!" I squeal. "Come sit with us!"

Leanna crosses her arms over her chest and just sips her coffee. Haha, poor baby. Legolas wraps an arm around me and waves mockingly at Leanna.



"AHHH!!!" Arwen screams backstage. "This is the night! We're going to be in front of all the kings and do a SPECIAL play!"

I laugh. "Yep, and we're going to be MOVIE STARS!" I joke. The makeup lady looks angry cause I keep on moving. She finally just grabs on to my face and apply the make-up as I laugh my butt off with Arwen.

Eowyn comes in. "I'm a nervous wreck!" she says, as someone starts brushing her hair. "Do you think the guys would like this play? I think Faramir might get bored and sleep or something..."

"Yea, riiiiiiight," I say. "The play could be in a different language and he'd watch it like it's the best thing as long as you're in it! Besides, you look gorgeous!" Eowyn smiles. "Thanks.

All of the sudden we hear a knock. [we're in the Vice principles office, aka: our make-up trailer] "No one is aloud to come in," says the hair- person., whoever that is.

The door opens anyways and three heads pop in. Legolas, Aragorn, and Rome.

"Come in," Arwen says. The make-up girl rolls her eyes.

"Just wanted to congratulate the superstars!" Aragorn says, kissing Arwen's forehead, my forehead, and then hugging Eowyn. "Good luck."

Arwen sighs. "See you later, Aragorn."

"I have to go get a seat before they're taken! Good luck Emma! See you guys later!" Rome speeds off as soon as he says it.

Legolas just walks up to me, the make-up artist backing off a bit. "You look gorgeous," He says, looking deep into my eyes and putting a bouquet of red roses in my hands. "I'm not even ready," I say.

"You're always so beautiful," he says, nearing closer to me and kissing my lips softly.

"Sorry, sir, but you'll have to go!" says the make-up artist, pushing Legolas out the door just as soon as our lips tore apart. I just stare into space and smile. I'm the luckiest girl in the world!

"See you after the play! I looooove you!!!" Legolas says through the door.

I love you morrrrre!" I answer.

"No, I love you more!

"No, I..."

"Would you PLEASE be still so I can apply your lipstick?!" the lady says. Gosh, what a freak'n temper!!

Last night I screwed up my hair by cutting the front off. Chek it out! ...so this chapter is partially true. I hate my freak'n hair! www.geocities.com/elvesof2day/thenewme.html