I do not, I repeat, do NOT own most of this story bar the bits that no one else wants. Keep that in mind floks. ENJOY!

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Saruman sat heavily back against his chair, head in hands as he thought hard about this unforseen, problem.

The girl, he had realised pretty quickly, was NOT the result that was expected from his enchantment, and therein lied the problem.

His first reaction was to kill her and be done with it, but then his mind started to work again and pointed out that this accident might be turned around to his advantage somehow. Granted he didn't know how that could be achieved, but the possibility was there.

And there was the fact that the spell was messed up some ware, one that he had to find and correct as soon as possible so next time wouldn't have a repeat performance of this.

If anything, it might amuse him somewhat to study the strange child, who was obviously not from around hear, not from around any wear in middle earth at all by his guess.

A timid knock sounded on his chamber door, and an ugly green face poked itself inside.

"What do you want?" Saruman sighed, back strait, instantly the imposing figure of a man with great power.

The orc hardly seemed to notice this, which miffed the wizard somewhat, but seemed to be distracted by something.

"It is about the human, my lord"

"What about her? Has something occurred?"

"Not exactly…but..er…there was an incident as she was escorted, by your orders"

"Yes, I know that, get on with it".

At a loss of what to do, and unable to think quickly as the teen had first arrived, Saruman did the best thing he could do in his present situation. He didn't like the idea of an unknown child wandering around his tower, and had directed some of the orcs listening in at the door to take her to a spare room and lock her in, giving him time to think of what to do.

The child's reaction to the orcs was, to be frank, unheard of.

It took all of them present by surprise when the girl had lunged forward and tried to violently yank one of the closest face off, muttering something about masks. This was, of course, over the howls of the outraged victim who didn't like at all the fact his nose and ear were being pulled at violently .

She had whacked another in the eye with the strange stick thing in hand, covered in that froth, when he had tried to help his comrade. But enough about that.

"Well, we were doin just that, when she attacked Slugh suddenly for no reason, nearly took his eye out"

Saruman rose and eyebrow in question.

"She was not provoked?"

The orc looked outraged at the though.

"Naw, just up and tried to gouge poor old Slugh's eye. No reason"

"I shall speak to her about this matter".

The orc grinned nastily at his words, and taking it as a dismissal, ducked back out of the room.

Saruman had an inkling of what might of taken place in this, incident, and rose from his chair to deal with it accordingly.

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"Let me out of hear you twisted, but ugly freaks of NATURE!"

Mel kicked at the door with her feet to emphasise her point.

"OW, god damnit!" She hopped about slightly, somehow managing to stay balanced as well as cradle her throbbing foot with her hands. She forgot she was wearing only socks.

The doors she was throwing obscenities through swung open dramatically, sending Mel tumbling to the floor.

In stepped the all powerful, awe inspiring figure of a man who had seen many ages and untold knowledge hidden in his eyes.

Mel stood up quickly, brushing herself down slightly of imaginary dust.

"Who are you that attacks servants so readily?" The man demanded.

Mel blinked owlishly.

"What?"

"Who are you to attack another in such manners?"

"Erm?" All Saruman was getting from his troubles were very confused looks. He sighed inwardly, deciding to use a different tactic, one this simple persons mind might understand.

"Why did you attack that orc in the hall?"

"Oooooh" Mel replied in sudden understanding. Saruman was quickly loosing patiens.

"Yes oh, Now why did you?"

"You are referring to the sick, perverted martin who had too many hands than were good for him I'm guessing"

Saruman nodded, his suspicions confirmed.

"Yes indeed, why did you find it appropriate to try and take his eyes out?"

"Take his eyes out? I wasn't aiming to do that! The thought. Me accused of trying to deliberately inflict bodily harm on another living thing?"

If Saruman would of cared, he might of felt slightly ashamed at the heartbroken look Mel portrayed.

"I was just trying to scratch them a bit" she replied in a small voice, looking ready to cry.

Saruman looked unsympathetic.

"You believe this to be a just action?"

"Yea" Mel shrugged, all pretence at sorrow and outrage gone in an instant.

Saruman had to give her credit for her acting skills.

"I suggest next time you wish to defend yourself, you do it in a manner that does not involve such outright and open hostility"

"You mean suck it up then stab them in the back when they least expect it, with such subtlety that no evidence of it can be traced back to convict me?"

"That would be best"

"Ill keep it in mind"

Saruman looked at the child curiously. Definitely strange, may be rabid even, remembering the foam around her mouth from earlier.

"Can I ask something?". Saruman nodded.

"What happened and where am I?"

"That information is not for you to know. You can be assured though that you will be safe enough, if you do not disobey me"

"And if I do?" Mel ventured, staring back defiantly. The grin that Saruman suddenly wore made her shiver.

"Then it is safe to assume that things will not be that, pleasant for you hear"

With that rather cheerful note, Saruman strode back out of the room, the doors closing ominously behind him with a final, heart stopping clang.

She couldn't help but snigger slightly as she heard the wizard curse, before jerking the corner of his robe out of the door.

Looking around at her current, but-soon-to-be-escaped-from home, Mel couldn't help but feel a little mystified at what happened.

"On the bright side, I get out of school"

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Mel sat in the middle of the bare room, now changed into more appropriate attire.

"Thank god I had sport today" she mumbled, shoving her pyjamas back into her school bag.

Appropriate for her that was, bloody strange for anyone else to look at.

A black shirt with There is a fine line between genius and insanity. I have erased this line, written in bold red letters, with matching black trousers.

It helped her blend in with the surrounding walls, something she was grateful for and was going to exploit to their full extent.

It also pointed out how strange she was as well, who'd wear black to sport?

Swinging her bag onto her shoulders, she rubbed her hands gleefully.

"Now to get out of hear"

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"Hey narg!"

The afore mentioned orc looked up from eyeing a door curiously.

"Wot?"

"Whats all the racket?"

He shrugged.

"I think the humans trying to kill the door" He winced at a particularly loud crash sounded.

"Or herself"

"alright then"

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"Hey, hey, can anyone hear me out there!"

Narg looked around the deserted hall, not certain if she meant him or no. Considering he was the only one there it was a pretty safe guess.

"Wot?" he asked back.

"Someone IS there, hallelujah, a miracle has occurred"

"Wot do you want?"

"Erm…could you let me out please?"

"No"

"Awww….pleeeassse?"

"No!"

"Pretty pretty please with sugar, icing, sprinkles and a cherry on top?"

"NO!"

"Alright alright, no need to be so mean, Jesus"

There was a silence.

"Could you at least open the door?"

"Why?"

"Cause its hot and stuffy in hear, and I do need air to breath you know!"

"How do I know your not just tricking me?"

"Look, your there to make sure I DO stay in this cruddy room okay? And do you really think I'm smart enough to trick YOU? Thanks, I'm flattered but I really don't think so"

Narg though about this, before agreeing.

"Alright, but no funny business!"

"I wouldn't dream of it" was the reply. If narg wasn't opening the doors at that point, her might of caught the tone used and done the smart thing, changed his name and appearance and moved to Canada.

As it was, he didn't even notice what hit him in the head before he was out cold on the floor.

Mel nudged him slightly with a foot, certain that he wasn't getting up any time soon.

"Wow, who'd think that trigonometry would one day come in handy?" she mused, shoving the overly sized, hard covered book back into her bag.

She peeked out into the empty hall, dragged the limp figure into the room, peeked out again, before sidling casually out of the room and closing the doors behind her, effectively locking Narg in her place.

Glancing about hurriedly, she skipped off in one direction, grinning madly.

"Oh what fun!"

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What she gunna do? Going to have to wait to find out I'm afraid. Ideas are quite welcome if you wanna suggest any. Nice little cliff hanger I left on I think personally. Yous can line up over there and wait your turn to ditch fruit at me, but im warning you, I WONT stay still.