Right chapter two. So I'll just let you read. I still don't own Lord of the Rings. But I will someday, when I rule the world.

Muhahahahahahahahahahahaha!

Ahem.

Off you go then.



It had been a long day and as early evening settled in the girls were all sat outside. They were listening to Nissa's plan for the garden. "And the patio will be there," she gestured in the general direction of the future patio with her bottle of beer, "I think that rose bush will make everything smell really nice and stuff."

"Sounds nice." Freja said sleepily. The overpowering perfume of summer flowers was making everyone dozy. The girls continued to talk about nothing in general until the heat caused then to drift of to sleep.

When Nissa awoke about an hour had passed. She yawned and stretched. 'Damn' she thought 'it's gonna take me ages to get to sleep now'. Dragonissa Erelle was one of those individuals who could only go to sleep when they were 1) Tired 2) Drunk or 3) Concussed. So she decided to do a bit of work to tire her out. She picked up her spade and began to savagely attack a thorn bush that had been irritating her for some reason.


Half an hour later Freja found herself being shaken awake. "What?" She asked in a tired, irritated voice. Freja hated being woken up.

"Come on!" Said an urgent voice. "Get up. And help me wake the others." Freja pulled on her glasses, which were dangling off one pointed ear and the fuzzy shape turned into Nissa.

"Why?" She complained.

"I've found something!"

"What?"

"I'll tell you once you've woken up!"

About five minutes later all of the sleepers were reluctantly awake and Nissa was dancing around with a grin on her face and her hands behind her back.

"So what's this about then?" Asked Noodles.

"Yeah, I was having a lovely dream about two fit actors, a master bedroom fit for a queen and me!" Blaise told the group. Freja looked disgusted.

"Is that all you ever thing about!?" She asked her impish friend, appalled.

"Yup!" Declared the accused with a grin on her face.

"Now honestly Freja," Noodles said, "Did you really need to ask? Her mind is permanently in the gutter. It's glued there."

"Um, me!" Said Nissa as she tried to get everyone's focus back on her. "Listen to me, please."

"Okay, so what's the problem? Why'd ya wake us up?" Asked Freja, yawning.

"Because I wanted to show you this!" And with that Nissa produced what was behind her back.

"You woke us up to show us a dirt clod?" Asked Blaise, incredulously.

"It's not a dirt clod!" Yelled Nissa. "It's a box!"

"It looks like a dirt clod." Noodles offered.

"Of course it looks like a dirt clod, it's been in the dirt, you daft prune!" Answered Nissa, sharply.

"Oi!" Yelled Freja suddenly. "Prune's my word! Get your own! What's so special about this damn box anyway!?" Freja was obviously still a little cranky from having been woken up.

"Why don't you use your eyes and look at what's on top of the box!" The three other girls looked and Blaise, who was almost as bad as Nissa the Weredragon when it came to identifying ways to make money, was the first to notice what had excited her draconic so much.

"Bloody hell," she screamed, "look at the size of that bloody great crystal!"

"What's in the box?" Said Freja quickly. Long ago Freja had, rather sensibly, come to the conclusion that, in life, it's always too good to be true. There had to be a reason that a box with a 'bloody great' crystal on it was buried in the back yard and that reason was probably not a good reason.

"How do you know that it's a real crystal, and not just plastic or glass?" Asked Noodles, ignoring Freja.

"What's in the box?" Freja asked again, patiently.

"I should know!" Nissa told her angrily, also ignoring Freja. "I have about twenty million in my room! Okay, that was a slight exaggeration. But still, I should know a damn crystal when I see one!"

"What's in the box?"

"Look at the carvings in the wood," said Blaise, inspecting the storage item, "they're really intricate. And this looks like gold veining! They're not gonna do that just for some plastic or glass."

"What's in the box?"

"Look at how old it is." Said Noodles.

"Yeah," said Blaise, "I think that we can definitely rule out plastic."

"What's in the box!?" Continued Freja through gritted teeth, she was starting to get a insy bit annoyed at how she was being ignored.

"Don't you get it!?" Nissa asked them, the fire of her dark eyes burning gleefully. "If we clean this up and flog it at some auction, we could make millions!"

"WHAT'S IN THE GODDAMN, BLOODY BOX!?" It would be safe to say that at this point, Freja had lost her rag. You could tell this from the large spurt of flame that shot from the fire elf's fingers and incinerated a small bush.

The other three jumped, then turned to look at Freja with a look of shock and fear on their faces.

"Pardon?" Asked Blaise, meekly.

Freja took a deep breath. "What's in the box?"

"We haven't looked yet."

"Then look." Freja snarled.

As one the girls went 'Meep' and Nissa began to wrestle with the lid. Countless years of mud had really settled into the grove around the lid. It was stuck fast. In the end Noodles had to go and get the knife that she had been using earlier to try and pry the lid open.

"Nugh! Argh! Almost. Done." Nissa and Blaise grunted as the lid slowly came free. With a loud 'Pop' the lid opened and both girls were sent flying backwards, Nissa still clutching the box.

Freja slowly approached and peered into the box. She gasped.



Ohh! What's in the box!? Well just read the next chapter, stupid, and you'll find out!

Honestly!