1Chapter 2-

Ana sat, pounding her head against the wall of the cave (which was also Legolas' head). This did not make him happy. He stood up, hitting his head again on the roof of the cave. Ana smirked slightly, while Legolas frowned. Ana had realized, that the only part of her showing on this now shared body, was her ring, which didn't make her happy either. They sat back down again. Ana got an idea.

"What about if we. . ." before she could finish, Legolas responded.

"No."

"Then could we. . . ."

"No."

"Well why don't we. . ."

"NO!!! NO, No ,No, No, NO!!!"

"Why not, do you have any better ideas, genius?"

"Yes, we could. . . . "

"NO!!!" Ana feeling please with herself, smiled. Then realizing Legolas truly though his was a good idea, stopped, and sighed. "What was your idea?"

"I'm not telling." he folded their arms.

"Please." He was trying Ana's patience.

"No."

"Don't make me go into you're mind. I'll figure out ALL your secrets" she smiled. Legolas wasn't amused.

"You don't know how, plus, I'm not going to let you." Legolas thought to himself, (if anyone saw me talking to myself, I wonder how they would react? Maybe I should make up a name for it. Hmm, lets see, the plague of the hero, the hero's plague. . .)

"I heard that" Ana said. Legolas stopped thinking to himself. "And by the way, I think it's a great idea."

"You don't even know what it was."

"Yes I do, you wanted to go see Arwen, to see if she could separate us."

"Hmmph." Legolas stood up, trying to escape the nagging voice. Then he heard something rustle outside the cave door. He drew his bow, aimed it at the cave door, and inched his way across the cave. It was an orc, he could smell it. Ana didn't know what to do, her arms were moving, but she had no control. She didn't like it, but this could be a great learning experience. She felt Legolas' movements, learning how to fight by feeling through Legolas' movements. More orcs came and they felt the cold steel of his blade. It was back into the war for them. Legolas worked his way to the edge of the battle, fighting his way to Gondor, where Arwen and Aragorn's home was.

Aragorn would not let Arwen fight, but took their son with him to war. After a long journey, killing many orcs on their way, they reached Gondor. Though the journey was not without it's trials. It's considerably hard, having to go pee, and be in someone else's body, nonetheless the opposite gender. Ana tucked herself into a ball and thought about flowers, and dragons, and elves. . .darn it!! Then there's unicorns, and pixies, and elves. . .drat it all!! She must stop thinking of Legolas. . . NO, she failed again!!!! Legolas mentally tapped her on the shoulder. (I'm done) he thought to her. She uncurled from her mental ball and they continued on their journey. How many times had she had to do that, and how many times more will she have to? She shook her head, mixing up Legolas' thought. If he could have glared at her through a side-glance, he would have.

"I hope we get to Gondor soon" Ana spoke.

"Well, we'll be there soon. It's only about three more leagues." Ana's eyes got wide.

"Three more leagues!?!? That's going to take forever! We've been on the traveling how long, and have covered how much distance?!" Legolas stopped to think.

"Around thirty" Ana's jaw dropped. She'd never walked that much in her life! How had she done it?

"We did it, because I'm the one walking. Not you. It's my body. Remember? I'm an elf, and have better endurance." She sighed and pouted. (I'm sure you get some endurance from me.) She thought to herself how nice it'd be to hit him upside the head, but she had tried that already, and he somehow channeled it so it hurt her more than it did him.

"If anything, my endurance has gone down from what it usually is." She clasped his knife, and if he hadn't used his other hand to stop her, she'd have killed him! It would have been worth it! She'd be rid of this plague called Legolas!! She got an upper hand and knocked him to the ground. What a sight it must have been to see an elf struggling with himself. Finally he took the knife away from her. She glared and pouted. She didn't want to be in this strange land, and she definitely didn't want to be in this strange land in someone else's body. If Legolas would have let her cry, she would have. She sat back and let Legolas do all the thinking. She let him walk, and do everything else. She pulled back into a remote corner of their minds. She'd stay this way until they got to Gondor.