Chapter One


[Morgaine: Here is our first chapter, originally it was very broken, and very hard to read, but hopefully I've rectified this . . .]

It was a nice, calm peaceful, and all that other Disney-stuff kind of day. The land out side of Rivendell was tranquil, until THEY woke up…

"*groan* Mommy? Why is an elephant sitting on me?" Erica murmured groggily as she tried to get off the forest floor.

"Jamie! Get your fat ass off Erica!" Morgan yelled, sitting up. She gingerly poked a bruise on her arm, but it disappeared in an instant. "Weird…"

 "Ha-ha, Jamie has a fat ass," Matt teased in a childish voice. Erica grinned and shoved Jamie over onto Matt. "Hey!" they both chorused at the same time.

"Okay, what are we gonna do, what are we gonna do, what are we gonna do!" Pam said, looking about in panic.

 "The question is where are we?" Steph asked sagely. She scratched her ear, and suddenly screeched.

"What what what???" Matt said, looking about in panic.

 "I have pointy ears!!!" Steph wailed, then crossed her arms and sulked. Having something blow up in your face, then land somewhere strange, AND find out you have crazed ears isn't making for a happy girl.

"Yeah, well look at Pam," Jamie said, laughing hysterically. "She's a leprechaun!!" everyone's eyes traveled from the glaring Steph to the suddenly red haired, short, green clad Pam. Who then proceeded to get mad and magically pulled out a golden pot and bashed Jamie on the head.

"Dude, SWEET!" Pam exclaimed, grinning happily at her pot. "I have a POT!"

"Actually, I think it's more of a cauldron really;" Erica stated, tilting her head, revealing that she, too, had pointy ears.

"Well, Miss. Pointy-ears, which one of us is the leprechaun eh? I AM! And I say it's a Pot!" Pam nodded her head and crossed her arms, allowing her pot to vanish in all its leprechaun magic. Erica gave up, as leprechauns are notoriously testy.

After a while of scrutinizing each other carefully, the six 'friends' determined that Erica, Morgan, and Steph were Elves, Pam was a leprechaun, and Jamie and Matt were from the arrogant and always annoying race of Men.

"Well you really blew us up good, Matt," Erica muttered darkly.

 "Oy! It wasn't me, it was Jamie!" Matt pointed at his friend, who was circling trees looking for moss.

"As if! You just don't want to look bad Mr.Smittin." Jamie sneered back. As he had found no moss, he was rather put out. Pam brandished her golden pot and said threateningly;

 "Stop it you guys or I'll bash you back to school, where you definitely do not want to be after BLOWING IT UP!" She made the crazy eyes at them and they backed down. The Men grunted and snorted in their usual style before Jamie asked;

 "Okay where are we then? Or when are we? Or...AHHH!!" Suddenly an arrow was at his temple, and bowstrings were drawn tight with bows pointing at all the teenagers. A small group of scruffy-looking elves came out of the bushes. When their gaze fell upon Erica, they suddenly snapped to attention.

"Lady Arweniel! What in Moria are you doing out here! And with this band of...well, frankly, you look like you've been in some dangerous fire." the leader said to Erica.

"Me?" Erica asked, and then she realized; (in the sudden clarity that the author has granted her) that for some reason these Elves thought she was an Elven Lady. "Why, I was simply taking a walk, and I met these people. They are my friends." She summoned up what she thought was a regal smile, but as she was thoroughly singed, it looked very shaky.

"Yes, of course, my Lady. I was simply shocked at your appearance. We will escort you and your...friends back to Rivendell, where you can get washed up. I'm sure your father, Lord Elrond, is worried," the patrol's leader said. With that, the blown-up kids were led off through a beautiful, disneyesque forest and into the stunning elven city of Rivendell.

[Morgaine: well, that's a bit better no? I'm rather enjoying re-writing this, and I hope you guys are enjo-

*poof* *Pam appears*

Pam: interesting fact of the chapter, what I actually am in this chapter is a Sidhe, and Irish myth-like creature. So you best be giving me the respect I deserve author lady!

Morgaine: *blink* are you allowed to interrupt author notes?

Pam: You bet your last Molson on it!

Morgaine: . too much time away from ff.net…]