Sleeping arrangements-

Legolas, and Aragorn- My room

Me and Christina- My parents room (alternate floor and bed)

This is Sarah!! Blah…

::Important::

This is two people writing this story, and there will be different views on flames and stuff. If we receive a flame, my response is to see if there is anything helpful in it, and then laugh at it. Christina is prone to taking a more…physical response, and being very vocal about the flame. Please make sure you know who it is if one of us flames, or writes back something, since it may not be meeee. Ok, done now. Thanks for all the reviews!

Legolas and I did not head home immediately after Christina and the ranger had left, rather we wandered around town, me showing him different things, and him asking questions. Neither of us mentioned the kiss, except when we arrived home, and I flopped bonelessly on the couch. "Sarah, why is your friend so…angry about this morning. I could sense a great deal of resentment in her."

I sighed, and then faced him, "Legolas, in this world, you are not real. A man from this world made you up, and wrote about you, like a fairy tale. He wrote about your adventures with the One Ring, and almost everything that had happened in your world. For some reason though, you are here, and I have no idea how. But the reason with all the secrecy is that if people were to find out an elf lived here…" I paused. "It wouldn't be good. Anyway- ever since the books came out, people from our time have been reading them. Now, a movie maker, had made a movie out of the books, (we'd explained what a movie was to them.) and both Christina and I fell in love with the character Legolas."

Legolas nodded, his face carefully blank. "It was always a friendly competition between us, who would get the elf, and we both imagined what it would be like if he was real, a-and and whatnot…but now…"

Kneeling in front of me his dark gaze never wavering, he softly said, "I hope that is not what I am to you…a figment of imagination from your world, placed in a body. I-"

"No!" I protested, sitting up, and clenching my fists. "You're real! There is no other explanation, you have to be real!"

Legolas nodded once, and then pushed himself up, casting a final look at me. "I will be in the bedroom."

I gulped, and then watched him go away, feeling as if I was lower then dirt. The phone ringing made me jump, and I picked it up with a half hearted, "Hello?"

"H-Hi, is Sarah there?" A nervous voice was on the other line.

"Speakin'."

"H~ii…" I realized who the voice was now, and I sighed.

"What do ya want Vicki…"

"Sarah- guess who's in one of the barns…" I could hear voices in the background, and I rolled my eyes.

"Gee, I wonder…rats, mice, your puppies, why do I care??"

"One word. Eomer. As in-"

"No. No way. As in the actual 'Rider of Rohan?'."

"Yeah."

"Bring them over here. Now."

*

Christina still wasn't back by the time Teresa, one of my best friends, and her older sister Vicki, another of my best friends, pulled up in Vicki's car. I could see a shadow, or s silhouette in the back, and I guessed that it was probably Eomer, the guy that Vicki was talking about. Would Vicki make this up? I mean last year, for my birthday, she had a guy dress up as Orlando Bloom, and try to trick all of us. Nothing mean was meant by it, just a joke, but still. She doesn't know about Legolas, and Aragorn appearing in our houses', so is it possible that Eomer did actually appear in Vicki and Teresa's room, but still…could this crap get anymore confusing?

Vicki stepped out of the car, looking utterly worn out. Teresa followed, pouting miserably. I glanced at the other door as it opened, and rolled my eyes. "Hi Vicki? Another one of your jokes?" I sighed, while internally shouting, Hell no! Who's next, the damn hobbits? What is gooooiinnnggg on!

Vicki glanced back at the tall man who stepped out of the car, watching it with distrust. "Nope. Last night, Teresa and I were watching a movie, when there was a loud crash of what sounded like thunder. Next thing, power went out, and then came back on. Guess who was standing right in the door way? None other then," Teresa interrupted her older sister.

"Yeah, yeah, we're all great, now Sarah, why aren't you all freaked o- oh my good god in heaven…" Vicki and "Eomer" turned to see Legolas walk out of the house, in his jeans, and a wife beater. Cheerleaders inside my head began to do cartwheels, and I felt my heart stop. God he's hot.

"I-I-is that…?" Vicki left the question to hang, as Eomer stepped forward.

"Legolas? How is it you have come to be here as well?" Vicki and Teresa had dressed him in jeans, yes, but he was also wearing a flannel long shirt, with a ugly pattern on it. I snickered at the sight, he looked like a God-awful Al Borlan wanna-be.

Legolas stepped forward, and studied the Man, dark eyes curious. "I know not. Do you know how you have come to be here?"

I stepped forward, and grabbed Legolas's arm, and pulled him toward my house, calling over my shoulder, "Alright ya'll, let's go inside. We can have the Spanish Inquisition when we get in to my house."

*

Vicki drew me aside as soon as we were inside, her eyes sparkling, "Is that…" At my nod, she shrieked, and jumped up and down ecstatically. "Ooooooh! You have an elf! This is sooo weird! Cool, but weird! Do you have Will Turner here too? Canni see him?"

I rubbed my temples, and shook my head. "No, I don't have Will Turner, and yes this is cool, and all that good stuff, but they aren't suppose to be here!"

Vicki looked over my shoulder, and smiled broadly, "Legolas! Hi! How are you!? When-" Their voices faded off, and Legolas cast me a last helpless look before following my tall friend to the living room, where she no doubt questioned him ruthlessly about his life.

"I hate my life…"

*

Late that night Christina and Aragorn returned, and Vicki and Teresa had gone already. My best friend walked in, and I was sitting at the table, sipping coffee. Her eyes met mine, and we ran to each other hugging fiercely. "I'm sooo sorry you were right, I was so mean, and I didn't think of you feelings, and…" Christina laughed softly, and the two of us headed up stairs, for magazines, chocolate, and bonding.

Legolas and a bedraggled Aragorn stared at each other for a moment, before shaking their heads, and moving off to different places.

Late that night, we were sprawled out on the bed, munching on chocolate, and talking. "Yeah, I can't believe I ever went out with Gary. I mean, he was nice and all, but what with all the crap, it was like he was frickin' stalking me. Now…" I groaned and flipped on to my back, sighing heavily. "How about you? Do you ever regret going out with someone?"

Christina looked puzzled for a moment, and then shrugged, "I don't know…you know who I've been out with, and not too many were too bad." For the rest of the night, we listened to music, and the finally fell asleep the next morning.