CHAPTER 2

Legolas breathed a sigh. "That was SO close. That dude was madder than a wet hornet!" Aragorn gave a very small smile. Legolas gave him the "elf look". "what's wrong?" he asked his friend. "Well" Aragorn said slowly "we're sort of...outlaws in a way. We can't exactly go back without getting expelled."
Legolas nodded. Aragorn and he were like Robin Hood and Little John (but only the bravest dared ask who was who).

"So, do we know where we are going?" Legolas asked a moment later.
"Nope." was the response.
"Wonderful." The two rolled down into a hallway they did not remember. It was eerily quiet.
"I don't like this...I don't like this at all." Legolas murmured. Aragorn nodded. Suddenly, an in-humane shriek cut the air. A young elven maiden the two knew only slightly ran towards them, grabbing their arms, pulling them off their boards, and turn them to run the opposite direction. Aragorn got whapped in the face with Legolas's hair again.
"Legolas! What did I tell you about that hair?" Aragorn shouted over the shrieking, but Legolas was too busy trying to pull his wrist out of the girl's grip to hear.
"What are you doing!!" he yelled at her.
"Are you deaf? The school mafia's back there!" she shouted back.
"Mafia!!" both boys shouted, before pulling out of her grip, and turning to run towards the shrieking.
The girl shouted "Where are you going?"
"To see the mafia about someone!" was the response.
She stared after their retreating backs.
"Crazy people."

Legolas and Aragorn rushed down the once empty hall that was now filled with the screams of whoever the mafia had gotten. "Who do you think it is?" Legolas asked nervously. Aragorn shrugged. "As long as it isn't Lynn or Elana I'm fine." he replied. That only increased the elven prince's nervousness. But he had no time to wonder. The last door in the hall had come into sight. The two students slowed their boards and hopped off. The shrieks seemed to be coming from here. They were especially loud now. Together with one motion they swung open the door and tripped on a little piece of metal placed there for that reason. And they fell right at the feet of the mafia, the Nazgul, the terror of the school. The witch king rose up slowly from his throne. Legolas and Aragorn remained on the floor, too terrified to even move. The sinister figure in front of them made a small gesture with his cloaked arm. Two more Nazgul moved to grab the friends, haul them to their feet, and hold them still. The witch king stood before them and began to speak in a hissing sort of voice. "Why have you come here?" he gave an evil laugh. "I know why. You have come to save your friends. I knew they would be the perfect bait." Legolas gave a start. "What do you mean?! Our friends are fine!" The witch laughed. He made another gesture and two of the mafia went through an open door. "They are not fine. They belong to us!" Legolas and Aragorn gasped. For through the door Elana and Lynn were being dragged towards the king. They were bloody and weak and could not even stand but simply lay there on the stone floor. Their hair was cut short and many bones were noticeably broken. Legolas gave a strangled cry and tried to get to them, but another mafia held him tight. Aragorn glared at the king. "Why did you do this? What do you want?"
All nine of the Nazgul laughed. "What do we want?" mocked the king. "Why, we want you dead of course." Aragorn cried out. "Why? I never did anything to you!" "Oh, no!" laughed the witch. "Not even when you slapped our undercover agent, Boromir." Legolas gasped. "I knew there was something wrong with him!" he shouted. Then he gave a sharp inward gasp, for his "guard" had given him a nice elbow in the stomach. He fell to his knees, trying to get air into his lungs. The witch king laughed and continued his rant. "Not when you sent that stupid lawn ornament out to destroy the ring. Not even when it WAS destroyed and our master diminished. No you have never done us harm." He laughed again. "And now you are to become king. This cannot be allowed." He looked at all four of the friends. "Kill them all." The eight mafia members moved forward with drawn swords, prepared to kill all of them with one almighty blow. Aragorn closed his eyes and prepared himself to die.