Alright, this is the FINAL installment of this fanfic. Sniff. I just wanted to finish it up and get it off my mind. I have lots of other fanfix out there if you enjoyed my writing. Enjoy!

Legolas, Aragorn, and I have been working on a large puzzle when the phone rings. I get up and answer it, as no one else is home.

"Hello?"

"Omigosh! Aubrey!" I immediately recognize the hurried, bubbling voice of my best friend.

"Hi, Ruthie."

"Yeah. Why didn't you tell me?"

"Tell you what?"

"That you have two outrageously hot guys who look exactly like Aragorn and Legolas from Lord of the Rings staying at your house?"

"How did you find out?"

Ruthie sighs and explains. "Melanie saw you with them at the market, and she of course told Mike, obviously since they're dating, who told his sister Justine, who talked about it with Carmen at volleyball last night, who of course told me at swimming this morning. Why didn't you tell me?"

"'Cause I didn't feel comfortable."

"What? You tell me everything, Aubrey!"

"I know. It's just…" I sigh and whisper, "It's a tricky situation. They're the real deal."

"Huh?"

"They're Aragorn and Legolas from Middle Earth."

"Don't be ridiculous."

"I'm not! I was watching the movie during a thunderstorm, and all of a sudden, the power went out and they were in my living room!"

There was a slight pause on the other line. "Uh oh."

"What's 'uh oh'?"

"So they're really from Middle Earth?"

"Yes, they're really from Middle Earth."

"This is not good."

"Why?"

"Well, I told a couple of my friends that they could come over with me when I come to your house tomorrow."

"What?"

"They won't be a problem, I swear!"

"Ruthie…"

"Just, well, keep your windows and doors locked."

"Why?"

"Let's just saw the grapevine's really extended right now." She hangs up the phone and I stare at it. Suddenly, I look down a glass of water, and, a la Jurassic Park, rhythmic ripples start appearing on it. I look up to the kitchen window, and my eyes grow wide as I see multitudes and multitudes of fangirls waving signs saying "I Heart Orli!" and similar phrases. There's nothing for me to do but let out an ear-splitting scream.

"…May it be, when darkness falls…" I wake up, seeing the credits rolling and hearing Enya singing her beautiful song. The storm has ended, the movie is done, and Dolly is looking up at me, wondering if I'll take her outside. I thank my stars it was all a dream: No force is scarier than an army of fangirls.