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Chapter Three: Introductions
Elizabeth's POV:
I woke up the next morning at five thirty, a little later than I normally do.
I grabbed Hannah's arm and shook her. She slapped my face and sat up. "What?" she demanded.
'We had visitors last night! Remember?" I whispered urgently.
Hannah's eyes flew wide and she leapt up. "Meet you at fort S.S. in two hours!" she whispered, and began pulling out clothes from her dresser. I nodded and rushed downstairs to my room to dress, then checked the clock.
Drat. I still had to wait an hour and fifty-six minutes.
Hannah ran down the stairs and grabbed a banana. "Since we're both ready,we should watch a movie or something. It's still at least an hour and forty-five minutes until seven thirty."
We started watching the Lord of the Rings, since that was what was on both our minds. We got caught up in it, and didn't look at the clock until eight.
"We'd better get going," I told Hannah. She reluctantly stopped the movie.
We crept out the front door and stumbled down the path in the woods.
Elladan and Elrohir were sitting cross-legged in the clearing, inspecting a small plastic object.
"Good morning," I called cheerfully.
They looked up. They had their cloaks wrapped around themselves and looked identical, with their clothes covered up.
"Good morning," returned one of them.
"What are you looking at?" Hannah asked, pushing open the crate-door.
" 'Dan found this lying on the ground here," explained one of them. I mentally marked him down as Elrohir, and leaned forward to try to see the object.
"It's made of a strange substance," said Elladan, holding it up. Hannah and I glanced at each other and laughed.
"It's plastic," I explained. "That's the jewel from my friend's spatula handle. She lost that more than a year ago!"
"Plastic?" asked Elrohir.
"Spatula?" asked Elladan.
"Plastic is a substance that was invented a while ago, and spatulas are kitchen utensils," Hannah elaborated.
"Like spoons?" said Elrohir confusedly.
"Sort of," I conceded.
"We've been discussing the list of problems you gave us yesterday," Elladan told Hannah. "If you remember, last night we only got through number one."
"Oh, yes." I sat down on a log. "Go ahead."
"Two," said Elrohir. "is easily remedied. You merely have to introduce yourselves."
"I'm Elizabeth," I said, holding my hand out.
They each shook it courteously.
"I am twelve years old," I continued.
They nodded together.
"I'm Hannah," my sister added, "and I'm fourteen."
They each shook her hand and we all sat down cross legged in a circle.
"Item three was that we were in your bedroom," said Elrohir.
"Well, obviously that's been remedied," added Elladan.
"And we also solved the problem of us being in our pyjamas," I finished.
"So, now what?" Hannah asked. "Are you hungry?"
"Slightly," conceded Elladan.
"We'll be right back," I said, leaping up.
Hannah and I raced down the path and burst into the kitchen. I grabbed a handful of fruit and Hannah poured two glasses of milk.
"What do elves eat, anyway?" Hannah asked. I shrugged. Hannah glanced down at the food we had. "That ought to be enough," she decided.
We were about to walk out the door when our mom's voice came down the stairs.
"What are you girls doing?"
"Um...we were going to go eat breakfast in the woods..." I said nervously.
"I'd rather you didn't take any food out of the house," she called.
"Okay," Hannah called back.
We set the fruit and milk back, and looked dejectedly at each other.
"How are we going to feed them?" I asked.
We looked at each other and said simultaneously, "Liz!"