Disclaimer: I made up this really bad ditty yesterday. It goes like this: *In rodeo music* There once was girl called can't say her name for privacy purposes
She had a wonderful crush on Elijah Wood
So I gave her the other eight characters in the FOTR except Legolas
And called it a ninesome. I reserve all rights to this ditty based on Lord of the Rings (which I do NOT own) and it's final word.

A/N: Sorry to my friend who that based was on as well. Hope you're not too pissed at me.

People I'm review starved. I need reviews, especially helpful reviews with suggestions. I promise that if you review with a suggestion I'll make sure that, that suggestion gets put into my story somewhere in some form (within reason: i.e.: if you tell me that Annakin Skywalker and Harry Potter should suddenly walk into my story I probably won't be able to do that for you.)

Of course I want to say thanx again to those who have reviewed. Ur the best.

Changes: I guess I'll alert you to some changes I've made. First I've changed my summary for the fourth time for all those who care. I'm really bad at them but I think I like the one that's there now. Also I've changed my chapter one. It was incredibly lame and still is but less so now. PS if you started reading this after May 22, 2003 it doesn't apply to you.

Also I have realized that some people may be wondering why April decided to join the Fellowship if she was supposed to be a rational person. After falling into ME you wouldn't think that people's minds function correctly. After falling into it and trudging to Rivendell for six days, April's mind would probably have some very weird way of functioning (*cough* like mine). So that's why there's a nice 'happy coincidence' that she happens to put her fifteen minute old crush in front of her rationality. Anyway just thought I'd clarify that.

And now enjoy chapter five!!!! REVIEW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Chapter 5

So we walked and we walked and just for a little change of pace, we walked some more. I had thought I was in reasonable shape, but obviously I was wrong. It was worse than our six day trip to Rivendell. I wanted to stop so much but nobody would. They just kept on going and going and going. I swear someone must have given these guys Energizers batteries.

You see, I began hallucinating, or semi-hallucinating. Since we traveled by night so I couldn't really hallucinate, but I was getting there.

We had traveled through the afternoon that first day and on through the night. When Gandalf finally called a halt I pulled out my sleeping bag thing and collapsed on it.

"Don't you want anything to eat?" asked Boromir (the suspicious stocky man whose father was the Steward of Gondor).

"Couldn't care less," I muttered sleepily. I had already crawled into my sleeping bag thing and food was my number two priority, after sleep. Then I drifted off into a dreamless sleep.

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Again it seemed only minutes later that I woke up. In fact no one had woken me up, but the midday sun was glaring down at me. I opened my eyes blinking away sleep and trying to make the spots in my vision disappear. I looked around. No one was awake. I crawled out of my sleeping bag and stretched. I was so stiff.

I got up and saw two figures sitting immobile on a rock: Legolas and Lara. I walked over to them and waved a hand in front of their eyes.

"Morning," I said. I would have said 'Good morning' except I didn't see anything good about it.

"Shush," they said together.

"What Blondie?"

"You'll wake the others," said Legolas, not getting the insult.

"Again I must return to: What?"

He gave me a sour look (or at least I think it was sour. I couldn't really tell. Legolas tended to try to show as little expression as possible which had led me to another sarcastic nickname 'Smiley') and turned away.

"So what's the plan for today?" I asked, ignoring their order to be quiet.

"We march," said Lara. "We must keep moving. Our journey depends very much on speed."

It seemed speed was the solution to everything. As soon as the others got up we ate quick meal. I was told to eat lightly, but ignored it having not eaten since sometime yesterday; I was ravenous.

This is how we continued for the next week. Walk, sleep, eat, walk. Walk, sleep, eat, walk. I was always exhausted. I knew I could go back, but I was being stubborn. I wanted to stick the journey out. In the back of my mind I knew this journey would last months, but the big flashing signs in the front of brain (they had to have been my hallucinations) kept telling that it would end, soon, and that if I didn't stick it out, I'd be a coward. My own stupid personality refused to willingly let me become a coward.

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"It's my birthday tomorrow," I informed our camp one night exactly a week into our journey.

They looked at me. They said nothing. They just sat there as if I had been commenting on the weather.

Finally Lara spoke up. "I suppose you're telling us this because you want presents?" She said it in such an exasperated tone. It really annoyed me. This was important to me. I was turning sixteen. I'd be able to drive, had I been in NW (Normal World).

"I want them," I sneered at her. "I don't expect them."

"In this situation you shouldn't expect anything," she informed me in such a snotty tone. I hated it.

"I didn't say I expected anything," I yelled.

"Please keep your voice down," begged Gandalf. "You'll alert our enemies."

I was past caring if our enemies found us. I was past caring if a band of Nazis with Hitler in the lead found us.

"Why d'you bring me into this screwed up world anyway? You obviously don't want me here," I screamed.

"You have a purpose," she said calmly. "I could not tell you what is, even if I wanted to, but you must remain here."

"No," I yelled. "I want to go home."

Lara just looked at me reprovingly. "No you don't want to go home. I assure you of that."

"Who are you to tell me what I want?"

Lara pulled a cell phone from her backpack. I didn't how she had gotten it there, but at that point I wasn't about to question what super-elf-mage- girl could do. She held it up to my face.

"Call home," she told me.

"It's not going to work you know. We're in a completely different world." I had at least come to accept that.

"Just do it."

I dialed my home phone number. To my amazement, it rang. Someone picked up.

"Hello," said a familiar voice. It was my mother's.

"Hello. Mom. It's April."

"I'm sorry I think you have the wrong number."

"Oh. Sorry." I hung up. It was so instinctive to do so. I took the phone away from ear and dialed my number again.

"Hello." It was my mom's voice again.

"Mom. It's me. April."

"Look. I don't know who you prank callers are but don't do it anymore. I don't have a daughter." She slammed the phone down, hurting my ear.

I removed the phone gingerly from my ear. I was so shocked at those last five words that I forgot I was mad.

"She doesn't remember me," I whispered.

"No. No one does." She sounded cold. She felt no sympathy for the pain I was feeling. MY MOTHER HAD JUST TOLD ME SHE DIDN"T HAVE A DAUGHTER. "Now do you want to go home?"

Suddenly all my anger came rushing back. "You bitch," I seethed. "I hate you."

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A/N: Dun da da da!! See I told you I use suggestions that are given to me. The end sentence was one of my reviews. Thanks to Cassie-bear01 for that idea. Anyway I have to go anonymously flame my friend who I'm talking to on phone right now. I'm on a really high sugar high. Hence that sentence. See ya. REVIEW!!!!!!!!!!!!