Ah! Honestly, I didn't really think anyone would read my fiction... Ok, I know it looks all corney... and honestly, I've written about 13 chapters, but it gets way better. Really. None of this weird stuff. I'm really, really new to all of this, and I'm sorry! Its horrible. Maybe I'll skip the next 7 or 8 chapters.. Yeah.. Ok but there's a point to all of this, chapter 2 is from Ala's point of view of the same situation. (And no, not every single member of the Fellowship is infatuated with her! Just the elf, I promise you.)

Chapter 2

"Now Jenny, my dear, are you SURE you'll be alright for the weekend? I can get Sarah to come, or someone like Maggie to come to watch over you w.." Bla bla bla was all that I could hear. "Yeah mom, I promise I'll b alright, you just gotta trust me!" "I dont know..." followed more bla-bla-bla crap. Yeeesh- how I hate it! I decided no to further instill bad pictures in my mother's mind of parties, boys, games, boyz, or more... boys. hehe! Telling her there would be no such things as such coming over the weekend would only complicate matters... which would be, VERY bad. The OTHER fact that my boyfriend's parents were ALSO out of town that weekend would also complicate matters if spoken so.

"But just in case, if we find that you have seen that boyfriend of yours ONCE this weekend, we WILL know AND we will severly punish you, clear?" "WHAT?" "That's the rules, im SORRY ..." yeah... right... her sorry lil … bah. gives up

A plastered smile was on my face as my parents left. As soon as they were out of sight, I was seething mad. Insults in every language I knew came flying out of my mouth, as I stormed off to my room. As I whipped around my room, dawning clothes, boots, cloak, weapons, and other things, I did so in a strange "Ranger Stealth Mode" sort of fashion. With the exception of the cursing, of course.

I was still mumbling as I stormed out the back door. I stopped, looked around, feeling VERY pissed off. Not only had my mother insulted my intelligence, but she forbade me from seeing my boyfriend, or ANY of my friends that weekend. I glanced around, then proceeded to the deck. My back yard has 2 portions. A nice fenced in well gardened area, and then a excessive weeded dry bare hillside w/ an oddly forested bog area at the bottom. The property also went down and came back up on the other side with a drainage ditch at the bottom. But on the top of the other side, there was a housing area. Precisely what Southern California needs, I would usually mumble to myself.

I stood on the deck, surveying the land I called MINE! Out of frustration I screamed. Long, loud, breaking sound barrier, high-pitched, glassbreaking, shield-shattering, piercing noise that was indeed a weather-bounding voice. MWAHAHAHAHAAAAA! I good. With a little less frustration, I headed down my hill now in full Ranger Mode. Stealth, speed, and camouflage were key. I made my way to the bottom, the very bottom. Next to the bogg-ish area, there was a flat area set up with 3 targets for practice shooting w/ my bow. I started shouting and talking to myself the WHOLE time.

"I!" fweesh! swick! "Hate!" fweesh! swick! "My!" fweesh! swick! "Parents!" fw-fweesh! swickswick! A double arrow shot... niiice. "Stupid!" fweesh! swick! "Mumbling!" fweesh! swick! "Fools!" fweesh! swick! "Idiots!" fweesh! swick! I paused in thought, sizzling, as usual. I whipped out another arrow, aimed at the same target, swish turned and fired at target #2. Perfect But not… Rage filled me and overtook me. Ok, maybe that's an understatement. "eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" Rapid firing ensued. The bale had no chance. I thought I was perfectly aware, but then again, I was also in a murderous rage!

Once out of arrows, I quickly drew out my sword, Magilenath, a.k.a. Sword of the Starry Host. It shone like the stars, especially in dark places of dire need. A sword said to be descended from the time of the Ages of the Stars, but not proven for sure. Frankly I didn't care if it was a replica, I loved it nonetheless.

Anywho, with a couple of deftly swift precise flips and twist, I made my way across the target area. Then I proceeded to slice the buzeelness out of the other poor bale. My series of swift attacks left the bale shrunken in size when I was completed. I paused for a deep breath, feeling better, stood up straight, smiled, and out loud to myself, "I'm better now!" It was like a heavy burden was lifted off of my shoulders or something. I felt so happy, I proceeded to sing Into the West, but couldn't help laughing for some odd, peculiar reason. I made my way around the area picking up arrows, singing and laughing. I collect them all, put them in my quiver, and was about to set off when I heard SWICK!

Now I was on full alertness. With every instinct, I whipped out an arrow, and pointed my bow in the direction from whence my instincts told me it came from. A... a... a hott Elf! Well, actually, with my poor eyesight, it could have been anything, but i simply love LotR way too much, and I could spot a LOTR character miles away. And this, my Elf-obsessed friends, was Legolas! I nearly squealed, but kept my composure. "Who goes there?" I was about to say "Who enters my domain?", but that would be just creepy.

3 more came out of the bog. And old grey man... Gandalf! A strong, dark-haired man... Aragorn! Another strong, light-haired man... Boromir! No way no way man! "Hold your bow! We come in peace! Please, don't shoot!" said Gandalf. I blinked, like a deer in front of a car's headlights. oh-kay... Peace eh? What about the shot, eh? I don't think so! "And what of your friend's shot?" Anger rose in my voice... I began to sizzle... Again. "I meant only to catch your attention fair-maiden!" replied Legolas. Oh! Such a beautiful voice with a quality unheard of! Oh, I could have died right there on the spot. But a single arched eyebrow rose at "fair-maiden". Fair? Maiden? Noooo waaay duuude! This day just couldn't get any weirder, could it? Could it? The Fellowship of the Ring arrives at MY house out of their time era. What would happen if they broke the space-time continuum? What if the Ring was never destroyed! O... M... G...

As a Tolkien purist, all was way too clear. But I simply said, "So... how many of you ARE there?" "There are 9," replied Aragorn, in a not-so level tone as his body language spoke. A smile crept over my face. This day just can't get any weirder... or can it?