EstrielandJenna: Thank you so much for telling me about the typos I saw a crapload now that I go back and read ('My voice was HOARSE', forgetting 'R's' on the ends of words.) I was so happy people liked my story I wrote it up at like 1 in the morning, just to post it.  My spell check is funkified and doesn't pick certain things up…it's weird… (Hands you Middle Earth Globe) There! You get that for showing your devotion to My Story!

Jade Limill: Thank you! (Gifts you with Middle Earth globe) There… Hope you like the new chapter!

I'm probably going to switch between people's points of view, I'll put a little thingy that tells you when I do so! Okay? Keep reading!  And don't forget to review!

            Haldir's POV-

            "I don't know.  I'm just as confused as you are, but my point is…I think you might be stuck here for a while."

            'Here?  But where exactly is HERE? I cannot go home? This- this is not possible.'  I then lost all will to remain standing and passed out on the soft floor of this mortal woman's home.

            Anita's POV-

            'I thought Elves were supposed to be all tough and brave and ready for anything!'  I thought as I watched the (yet again) unconscious Haldir fall over on to my floor.  'What am I supposed to do??  He can't go home, I don't know how he got here, and he's all passed out on my floor!'

            I put the butcher knife on my dresser and stared at him.  My first thought was to put him in one of the spare bedrooms…but I can barely lift a 10-pound weight without hurting myself, and he DEFINITELY weighed more than 10 pounds.

            I was lucky though.  He woke immediately after passing out, and he seemed calm again, though a little embarrassed.

            "Well…if you cannot transport me back to my home in Middle Earth, I shall have to find my own way…"

            I snorted and my sarcastic nature took over, "Oh yeah! You can just WALK out into the City wearing clothing that looks like it came from 1536, and not expect to get jumped!"

            He stared at me. 

            Sighing, I looked at him.  "Look…sir…I'm really sorry for dropping the news on you so suddenly.  It's just… well, this is all new to me to, and I think we're going to have to work together if we want to get through this… and attempt to get you back to Middle Earth…somehow."

            He seemed to consider this for a moment, and then he nodded. Reluctantly I might add. 

            "Okay, so we're together in this, right?"  I asked.

            "Yes, we are 'together in this' as you say."

            "Allrighty!  First things first!  Since you seem more in tune with the living world than you were a few minutes ago, could you answer this for me…what were you doing just before you came here?  Like, RIGHT before you 'dropped' in."

            He covered his face and thought about his answer.  "I believe I was…guarding the borders of Lothlorien…"

            "Umm…could you be a TEENSY bit more specific?  Did you do anything that might have triggered you coming here?"

            His head snapped up.  "I fell out of the tree I was in."

            I stared at him.

            "The flet I was standing on…I do not remember how it happened…I must have tripped or stumbled or lost my footing.  I remember falling to the ground, expecting my death.  Yet, as I prepared to hit the forest floor, I did not, I fell…here."  He motioned around my room.

            'Wow, that's gotta suck!  Expecting to DIE and instead falling here.  Where you don't know WHERE THE HELL YOU ARE. At least when your dead, you KNOW you're dead…hopefully.' 

            "It's good that you can remember that…it may help us when we try to get you back to Middle Earth."  I was lying through my teeth, He was probably NEVER going to get back to Middle Earth…I was just sugarcoating it…for his (and my own) sanity.

            I moved over to him, "Is that all you can remember?"

            "Yes, my lady."

            'My lady?  Wow! I could get used to this!'   It was then I realized that there was blood dripping down the back of his neck, and onto his long-shirt-thing…TUNIC!  That's what they're called!

            "Umm…you're bleeding."  I said.

            His hand went up to the back of his neck, and his eyes went wide.

            I frowned, "You must have cut your head when you fell onto my jewelry box."  I pointed to the four-foot freestanding jewelry box behind him.  "Come on, we'll get you cleaned up."  I opened my bathroom door, and lead him inside.  He looked lost… and confused.  I walked over to the sink and got a washcloth wet enough to wipe the blood off.  "Here, this'll get the nasty blood off."

            He was yet again amazed by the power of the mirror as he cleaned up the back of his head.  I never Elves could be so self absorbed, because this one certainly was.  He kept tapping the glass to see if it was an image or real… It was rather funny.

            I stood up to go and see how his cut was doing, when something stopped me.  It was a rushing sound…a loud rushing sound.  Haldir didn't seem to hear it …but I sure did… and it was getting louder!  I looked around quickly to try and figure out where it was coming from, and just as I was about to make a comment on it, I heard something else, a voice.  A woman's voice, saying something, but the speech was garbled… and then everything went black.

            Haldir's POV-

            The wound on my head throbbed with pain, it was strange I had not realized that I had it until only a few moments ago, when the human pointed it out to me.  She led to me a bathing area a few steps from her sleeping quarters.  It was then I knew that this place was MUCH different than Middle Earth, and that I may have to get used to the new lifestyle I had 'fallen' into.  Though I did not want to…

            I was examining myself in what seemed to be a reflecting wall when I noticed the girl reflected in the wall, she had a somewhat confused expression on her face, and she was tilting her head, as if trying to hear something.  She began to walk toward me but her eyes glazed over and she swayed on the spot, ready to faint.

            The reflexes bred into me by my Elven heritage allowed me to catch her mere seconds before her small form collided with the floor, and I was able to lay her down so she would not be too uncomfortable…but after that I was at loss as to what I should do.

            Anita's POV-

            I was enveloped in darkness…in cold shadow…and the voice…it was still there, speaking garbled words I couldn't understand… then I felt myself grow detached, and the voice was drowned out by the rushing sound…. and I woke up, on the floor… in the arms of Haldir.  He was looking at me with slight etched on his face.  I began to say  'I'm fine.' But instead threw up all over his dark grey tunic.

WHOOP! Chapter three done!  Everyone seems to be passing out!  I know… it's a bit short, but I thought this was a good place to cut it off, I have to go with my muse, otherwise it'll bug me for days to change it.  SOO! Am I a disgrace to the world of Fan fiction writers?  TELL ME!