~ Chapter #2 ~
"Where you taking me?" Jaz asked.
"To the gallows."
"Ohh. that's nice..What you mean like to hang me?!?"
"Yes."
"Why?"
"You lied to the king."
"No I didn't, I told the truth!"
"Yeah right."
"You want to see my driver's license?"
"Your what?"
"License."
She reached in her pants pocket and pulled out a small knitted purple purse and begun to rummage though it. The elf-man turned and saw her when she pulled out a small brown wallet and flipped it open to the license. When she held it out to him he asked, "What is this?"
"My wallet it took for ever to find one the perfect size."
When he took it she started to rummage though the purse again, "Oh no!"
The elf-man dropped the wallet and pulled out his sword searching for some hidden danger then said, "What?"
"Micki called me."
"Called?"
Jaz held out the small cellphone and said, "Yeah." Then she pushed a few buttons and heard the cell ringing, then. "Jaz??!!"
"Micki, help people are going to kill me!!!"
"Yeah, I know! Didn't you get our message?"
"Message? Wait.there isn't one!"
"Yes there is! Gwahir sent Nyorim to tell Thranduil not to kill you! He has to at least listen to us!"
"Wait, the Eagle?"
"Um, yeah. Gwahir, the Windlord. Apparently Beorn's a good friend of his."
"But, they are fictional characters!!!"
"Wanna bet?"
"Then.I just asked Thranduil for his AUTOGRAPH, OH NO!!"
"Ha ha ha, no wonder you're in jail. Oh, man, what were you thinking?"
"I thought Mirkwood was a movie set and he was an actor!"
"Wah ha ha! Oh, man. Oh, man. Well now you know. Get on your knees and beg pardon, girl. But, don't let them kill you."
"I don't want to die, I don't wanta die, I don't wanta."
"Oh, don't blubber. We're coming to save you, remember? No worries. The Eagles already told them to wait, and they trust the Eagles."
"Micki, hurry I'm scared!!"
"No worries! Hey, Nyorim said you were jailed for being a spy and lying to the king about your origin, not for asking for an autograph."
"But, they're taking me to the gallows right now!"
"They won't kill you! Sheesh, they're fair even if they're strict. They'll listen."
"Please Hurry! Look they said I have to stop talking, Hurry!"
"Hey, Beorn's got the pony saddled, we should be there in like half an hour. See you soon, okay?"