Cliché!

(a/n) Oh no! Another cliché! NO! I can't believe that I'm doing this, but when the plot bunnies call, well….

            I can't believe this is happening to me! Why me? What have I ever done? One minute I'm laying on my bed and laughing with a bunch of my friends, the next I'm getting squashed by a 6' tall…..thing! I did what any one in my position would do…SCREAM BLOODY MURDER! My friends just laughed, that is until the thing on top of me pulled a dagger to my throat. "Where is it?" I heard a low voice growl.

            I pushed whatever it was off of me and was disappointed to find the dagger still digging into my skin. My friends were staring at me in shock. "Hey guys? A little help here? What the bloody hell is going on?"

            My friend, whom we (my other friends) lovingly call Arwen, tapped the thing on the shoulder. "Umm, excuse me. What exactly are you looking for?"

            Of course she also happens to be the calm, nonviolent one…..Just my luck.

            The thing growled again and said, "The ring. It was destroyed. How came you by it? What are you doing with it? It must be destroyed."

            Ok. I'm not one to over react but there is a thing in my room holding a sharp pointy thing to my neck and wanting to destroy a copy of the One Ring that I got as a birthday gift from my little brother. "WHAT THE BLOODY HELL!"

            "Maris!" My friend Azia yelled. "Chill girl!"

            My other friends however, Rosie and Captain, only gasped and…shrieked like crazed fan-girls. "OMG! It's Legolas!" Captain looked around, only to find someone else staring at her, sword drawn. "And ARAGORN!"

            Aragorn looked totally confused, and Legolas appeared to be suffering severe hearing damage due to the high pitched screaming. "Who are you and how do you know our names?" Legolas demanded.

            "Correction," I snapped back. "You answer to us first. How and why did you both just fall out of my walls and RIP MY POSTERS!" I consider myself to be a slightly sane person, with the exception of anyone touching my LOTR stuff. "HOW COULD YOU!"

            Blondie backed off, glancing at my friends, all of whom were laughing hysterically. "Very well. I am Legolas Thranduilion, and this is Aragorn, son of Arathorn. We are not sure how we came here and I would like to know how it is that you have the Ring, the others know our names, and what you're referring to as posters."

            "ARGH!" I huffed. "Fine. I am Lauren, but everyone calls me Maris. These are my friends Arwen," Aragorn looked around excitedly, then saw who I was pointing to and sighed. "No Aragorn, not your Arwen. This is Azia," she waved and Legolas looked confused, "Rosie," who almost fainted as Legolas glanced over at her, " And Captain" who nearly did the same as Rosie but under Aragorn's glance. "Will you two just get over it?"

            They blushed and Rosie muttered something about being in the same room with a dead sexy elf and that it wasn't her fault that he was dead sexy. Legolas' eyes widened in horror and Aragorn laughed. I just rolled my eyes. "OK fine. WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN MY ROOM!"

            The unlucky pair finally looked around them. Leggy was sitting on my bed, as far away as he could from me, without falling off. Aragorn was standing near the door, by the poster that he had destroyed on the way in. "I'm not quite sure. Where are we?"

            I rolled my eyes at him again. How stupid could people get? "As I already said, you are in MY room, in nowheresville MD, US of A."

            They looked at me as if I had sprouted a second pair of nostrils or antlers or something. "What?" Leggy looked hopelessly confused, which would have been a very cute look for him had he not have been in my room and just fallen out of my wall. (Damm hormones!)

            "Oh right. I forgot. You are from M.E." I looked at Arwen, who shrugged and slapped her forehead. I know I'm stupid, you don't have to remind me.

            Estel (AKA Arago-get-get-a-life) looked even more confused. "M.E.? You mean Middle Earth?"

            "No, I meant Mexican Europe! Of course I meant Middle Earth." I groaned.

            "Lauren , haven't you been listening at all in history class? Mexican Europe? Are you crazy? Ms. John would be ashamed." Captain gasped.

            "Fine. Maine. Better? Ok you two," I sighed as I turned back to the two. I guess we'll figure this out later. Let's go get a snack."

            We filed out my door, leaving two very confused Middle Earthlings floundering in our wake.