Disclaimer: Same old, same old. See chapter one if you need details.


It had been roughly ten minutes since Strider dropped the bomb that not only did elves exist outside of the North Pole, but lo and behold, these things called hobbits (really short people that love food) also exist.

I was, to say the least, having an issue swallowing these facts.

"So Legolas is an elf?" I asked for the millionth time in five minutes.

Patiently Strider nodded, where this guy gets his patience God only knows. "Yes, Legolas is indeed an elf, one of the immortals. He will eventually, when he deems the time right, will cross over the sea with what is left of his people." He explained as if he was merely talking about the weather.

I held my head in my hands, my thoughts swirling. Immortal? That's fucked. Legolas looked only a few years older than Adrian. And if what Strider was saying about elves being all high and mighty was right, then Legolas didn't seem to fit into that mold. "This is fucked." I relayed my thoughts aloud to the world.

"You could say that." I turned quickly to see Erick behind me.

I shook my head. "I must be sniffing something. I think Adrian drugged his cookies, 'cause this is making no sense." I said.

"You sniffin' shit we should know about girly-girl?"

I responded to Zeke's blunt question with an incredibly rude gesture involving a single finger.

Zeke stumbled backwards and clutched his chest as if I had wounded him and proceeded to trip over Jack's purposely stretched out leg and falling over.

I watched with complete amusement as Zeke fell backwards, a string of colorful curses coming from his mouth.

I turned from the oncoming argument that was bound to happen to glance around the camp. Strider was talking to Gandalf (I think that was his name); snotty Elf dude named Legolas (which made me think of Legos every time I said it) was sitting near the group of hobbits, appearing to be telling them something. Gimli and Boromir seemed to be discussing something almost to the point where they were arguing about it. In the back of my mind I noted that Legolas and Gimli went out of their ways to avoid each other. I made another mental note to figure out ways to purposely make them sit together.

I was drawn from my musings when Jack tripped over my still sitting form, startling the living hell out of me.

"What are you doing?" I asked, looking accusingly at Jack, who pointed at Zeke.

"He pushed me." Jack answered.

"You fucking started it, tripping me." Zeke mumbled.

"Did not! Adrian, who started it?" Jack demanded, looking at Adrian.

"Does it matter?"

"Yes!" Both Zeke and Jack shouted at the same time, causing a few members of the weirdo group to look at us and either glare or look really curious.

"Doesn't it just matter who ends it?" I heard Erick ask, one eyebrow arched.

"Well I'd end it, so game over." Zeke said, crossing his arms over his chest.

"You would not you wuss!" Jack protested loudly.

"Adrian, who was winning?"

"Doesn't matter, I could beat you both."

I shook me head, confused at how the group of guys in front of me, who were ironically three or more years older than me, could act like a bunch of five year olds at a moment's notice. One of the mysteries of the universe I guess. Getting up I wandered closer to the fire, leaving the guys behind to argue about whatever topic they were on now (bricks, I think).

I silently scanned the area around the fire, looking at what places were available to sit. The hobbit things were all huddled together, as were Boromir and Strider, all holding apparently very important conversations.

It was probably about us.

There was, however, a seat next to Legolas.

I just couldn't resist.

I flashed an innocent grin at Legolas as I sat down next to him. The elf in question looked like he was going to tell me to go away, but apparently opted not to and stayed quiet, him being the polite man he is with his bad habit of pointing arrows at people.

"What are you doing?" I questioned, just to grate on his nerves.

"Thinking." Gees, he's even less of a conversationalist than Erick.

"What about?"

"Nothing that would concern you."

"You sure?"

"Yes."

Wow. Was this a kicking conversation or what? If this wasn't thrilling beyond words, I wasn't sure what was.

Looking over at the elf I finally got a chance to study him. He had his pointy ears going for him, which were painfully obvious with the way his very perfect hair was styled. Did I mention his hair was really long? Did I also mention that said hair was absolutely, totally perfect? I'm bloody serious. Not one fucking hair was out of place. I would do anything to get hair like that.

"How do you get your hair like that?" Sue me, I was curious.

Legolas turned and fixed me with a hard glare.

"Ok then…" I trailed off, thinking about how now, more than ever, little Legolas liked me.

Legolas sat in silence, a far from companionable silence, let me tell you, for a few more minutes.

"What do you have against me and the guys?" I finally asked, voicing aloud the question that had been bugging me for the last five minutes.

"Strider may be willing to trust you to some extent, but you will find that I am different from him in that aspect. I do not trust any of you at all. There is a great evil surrounding all of you, if you were indeed brought here from another world, it was through evil means. I have a strong belief that you are in an alliance with whoever brought you here." Legolas said, looking at me and sending a brief glance in the direction of my best friends, who were now being quite verbal about their opinions of Paris Hilton (all thought she was a spoiled ass, but Zeke, and Erick think she's hot and Adrian and Jack think she's a slut…if you were at all curious…).

"We said we weren't evil." I pointed out.

"If you were in an alliance with the Dark Lord, would you tell us? No, I think not. Only a fool would do that."

I nodded my head slightly, silently admitting that Legolas was right. Even we weren't that stupid. And we were pretty stupid.

"Oh." Points for originality Noel.

I then sat next to Legolas, thinking about how little I belonged here. I was a musician, not some freaky person who is good at camping. For the record, I actually was really bad at camping. Before my parents started to hate each other's guts we went camping once. In simplest terms, it was total disaster. You don't even want to know what happened.

I was, once again, drug out of my musings, it seems nobody is willing to leave me alone these days, by some food being, literally, stuck under my nose.

I practically leaped out of my skin before recognizing the little person in front of me.

"Strider said I should come over to see if you wanted anything to eat." I blinked at the person in front of me a few confused times before nodding dumbly.

Handing over the food to me, the person, or hobbit, sat next to me in the seat that Legolas had apparently just vacated. "I'm Pippin by the way."

I nodded. Wasn't a pippin a type of apple? Whatever. "I'm Noel, but I guess you knew that already." I answered.

Pippin nodded, his curls bouncing.

"So, what side are you on?"

Pippin gave me a confused look. "What do you mean?"

"I mean are you on Strider's side of 'the group of random strangers can stay but they need to be watched', or are you on Legolas's side, which is something like 'I don't trust them worth shit'?"

Pippin looked visibly relieved when I simplified my question. I all of a sudden got the thought that these nine people were indeed hiding something from the guys and me.

Something big.


A/N: I know, shorter than usual, but I'm already a week behind, so I figure that you'll like this chapter. Which I hoped you did! As I mentioned, sorry about the delay in posting, I was really busy over the past week, we had our standardized tests in Virginia, which sucked up all my time. Now, to thank my lovely reviewers…

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Celebel