The farther Dru followed Frodo, the less she could shake the feeling that something was, well, wrong. For some reason she kept hearing background music, that didn't seem to come from anywhere, and never faded away.

Oh well. Dru didn't really see the point in thinking about it. After all, she was in Middle Earth. And it was Frodo she was with. He probably had magic musicians who floated behind a cloud all the time and serenaded him with music. Kind of like in that elf place with the trees, when there was all that singing, but you couldn't actually see anyone except for Legolas.

At the thought of Legolas, Dru stopped walking, and her eyes glazed over.

Frodo stopped to look at her. "What is it, what is wroooong?" he asked, still singing on one note.

Dru snapped out of it. "Huh? Oh, nothing. Hey, when do I meet Legolas?"

"Who?"

Dru would have fallen over in absolute shock, except that Frodo had begun running back to his house again, and grabbed her. She was still astounded by how strong he was. Or at least she would have been if she knew what astounded meant.

They arrived at Frodo's house and she sat down in a short little chair, that wasn't very comfortable. But Dru needed to think. This was all wrong, and definitely not to plan! How could Frodo not know who Legolas was? How could he introduce her if he didn't even know him? Oh my god, what was she going to do? Part of Dru's brain exploded, but it was too small to really make a difference.

Frodo came into the room. "Dear Cosette, you never told me your naaaaame," he sang in a soft voice, reaching an unnaturally high note.

"Um, like, I don't know who cassette is. I think my dad used to have one of those. But my name is Dru. Scilla," she added, just in time. After all, it wouldn't do to live in Middle Earth and be known as Princess Dru. And there was no doubt that she wouldn't become a princess.

Frodo nodded. "Would you like something to eat?"

Dru agreed, mostly to get him to stop singing. But before Frodo could leave again, the front door flew open, and right of its hinges, smashing a window and narrowly avoiding Dru's head. She screamed, and then coughed. Huge puffs of smoke were billowing in through the door. She couldn't even see the end of her nose, let alone anything else. She could, however, hear. There were loud organ chords drowning out almost everything else, except for the faint sound of Frodo, still trying to sing as he coughed up a lung.

The smoke began to clear, and standing at the door was Gandalf. A loud, high-pitched scream came from absolutely nowhere. An invisible chorus of women began to sing. "He is here, the Phantom of the Gre-ey! (He is with us, he is here) He is here, the Phantom of the Gre-ey!"

Gandalf began to sing loudly, stretching out each word for all it's worth. "Is it se-cret, is it sa-fe?"

"The ring?" Frodo sang questioningly.

Gandalf abruptly stopped singing. "Well of course. It's good to see you again, by the way."

Frodo nodded, heading to the mantle to retrieve the ring. It was at that moment that Gandalf noticed Dru, sitting on the chair. Before she had the chance to say anything, he had grabbed her by the collar, and held her dangling in the air. "Curse you, you little lying Delilah, you little viper, what is it you're doing here?"

Frodo laid a hand on Gandalf's arm. "But Gandalf, she is my frieeeeeend."

"Oh." Gandalf set her down. "So sorry. Name?"

Dru stared at him, too frightened to actually speak.

Frodo spoke up for her. "Dru Scilla," he answered, choosing this one time to actually speak rather than sing.

Gandalf grabbed Frodo by the shoulder. "Listen to me!" he yelled in a deep, agonized voice. "You must take the ring and go to Bree! I will find you there! She will go too!" Gandalf went suddenly silent. He threw Frodo to the floor, stalked to the window, and pulled in Sam. "Spying?" he shrieked.

Sam began to quiver, shaking his head violently.

Gandalf gave him the evil eye. "You will go tooooooooooo!" He sang, before disappearing into a puff of smoke. The organ music began again.

Half and hour later, the smoke cleared. The only thing left was a white mask where Gandalf had stood. And of course Frodo and Sam. Dru felt slightly frightened, but decided that at least some good had come of all the insanity. After all, she was going to Rivendell, and obviously everything would be fine once she got the elves. They'd probably name her as the long lost queen!