Happy New Year to all! Hope you all had a good xmas! Thanks to those who reviewed chapter 9! Sorry it has been nearly two weeks since I have updated, but the cousins came round and there was no time for writing. I also have more cousins coming so it may be about two weeks again before I can update. But here is chapter, what is it now? 10? Yes that's right! This is the chapter where the plot twists! A twisted story by a twisted author for twisted readers… No offense meant. Anyway Chapter 12 will be the introducing of the Mary-Sues! YAY!

P.S Reviews are welcome!

Morning dawned spectacularly. A huge array of colours licked the sky. (Unhygienic I know) Pinks, reds, yellows you name it. The company woke up early, some still bleary eyed after the jokes and dramas of the previous night, namely Legolas, and of course he needed his beauty sleep. Really needed it. As the day progressed, ankles were sprained on stones, mud was splattered on sky blue uniforms, and several more tree dwellers were needlessly slaughtered, only to return un-logically back into the story. The sky above darkened, and something grumbled.

'Wow, it's getting dark already. Hang on We've skipped lunch!' Glorfindal cried with disdain. 'We've skipped lunch! OH! I'm A GROWING man and we've skipped lunch! I'm going to die.' He whispered. 'I've skipped lunch, it's like what mum said, skip a meal and you die! We're all going to die! NO NO!! I'm too young! Too YOUNG! WHY WHY?!!! WHY OH CRUEL MIDDLE EARTH WHY!'

'Glorfindal! You're such a NARGAL! DUH! It's only been 2 hours since breakfast!'

'Why is it so dark then?! Huh?! It is you that is the Nargal!'

'Tis' going to rain.' There was another loud grumble of thunder from above, and a big wet liquid drop landed plop on the ground. 'I was right so nar.'

'No you're not, Brunwitbret just has a runny nose.'

Caitlin began to grumble to herself under her breath. This was why she didn't like elves. They talked too much, and spent all their time trying to be noble intelligent creatures, when more then half of them weren't. If she could just find some more imp, she wouldn't have to listen to the arguments anymore. But then again, it would mean that she would then have to carry the bags.

She kicked a nearby stone with frustration, making it sail through the air, and over the cliff they were now approaching.

'Ouch! Cried somebody. 'Darn. It's rainin' dem blooidy rocks 'gain! Hate this stoopid place! Too many bloomin' countryside thins' like rocks and clean air.' The voice added in a strange accent, and there were a few grunts in agreement. That was when Caitlin realised, they were not alone.

'Quick! Hide!' Cried Legolas, they could be Orcs, or even worse, Hoddits; the disgusting squat fat creatures, with lice ridden mops and huge hairy feet. More ape-like, primitive and ugly then humans, how could they possibly be considered creatures of intelligence? But then again most elves had never seen them.

Legolas darted gracefully behind a large shrub-like shrub, and Caitlin followed swiftly after. There they crouched quietly while panic greased the trees above them.

'Hide you idiots! Hide!' Shouted a tree dweller. Caitlin could only just see their light dappled forms jumping from branch to branch, trying to climb into tree hollows the size of a fist, and not even pushing the inhabitants out before hand. There were several painful squirrel squeaks and one irritated hoot, as several of the porters lost a finger or two. Brunwitbret could be seen hugging a branch upside down whilest trying to disguise himself as a tree sloth. Glorfindal who had woken up on the forest floor that morning, with an awful headache was unsuccessfully trying to blend in to the tree bark, in the bright yellow heavily embroidered clothing of an elf lord. Nindac was still finding a way to navigate his head into one of the fist sized tree hollows, whilest the owl inside (who was rather angry due to the fact that his nap had been so rudely interrupted,) was pushing him out aggressively with its beak.

No matter how much Caitlin and Legolas were enjoying watching the panic and disarray, one of them had to do something before they were discovered.

'Freeze!' Caitlin barely had to shout to get them to react instantly, or actually, barely had to whisper. The elves were still far more scared of her and her chainsaw, then they were of a whole army of Orcs, Hoddits, and leeches. (Elves hate leeches, partly to do with the fact that they have no eyes, they suck your blood, and are generally jus down right ugly, but mostly because in some parts in Middle Earth they could be more then a few meters long.)

'You are up in the trees,' she added very quietly. 'And, believe it or not, you are hidden well from view by leaves, which, extraordinarily enough, grow on the particular trees you are hidden in. The only way anyone could tell something was up there is if they continued to talk, or to scream and squeal like little she-elves, as you were doing. So, I suggest you shut up and stay as still as possible, or not only will you have to deal with whatever is just over that cliff face, but me too.' There were a few of those dramatic gasps that always follow a threatening lecture by Caitlin, then silence. 'Good. Now I am going to crawl over to the cliff edge and see what creatures dwell there, and what they are up to, meanwhile, you lot are going to stay here, and not move or talk. OK?'

A few of the elves nodded their heads, but were elbowed sharply by their neighbours, who were then elbowed back and so on and so forth. (As they were told not to move, that included nodding, and the elbowing that followed as the neighbour reminded the nodder, who then reminded the neighbour, with a good elbowing, that elbowing was moving too, who then was reminded again by the neighbour that he had just elbowed him, etceteras etceteras.) (Hope that explained it.)

'Ok, now I am going.'

'Me too,' said Legolas with a grin. 'What? You don't expect me to let you have all the fun?'

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