A/n: thanks for the kind words! I hope you enjoy the next chapter:)

Chapter two

The Bard's Song

Gwen pulled into the two mile dirt pathway that led to the camp. She had already listened to Fly eighteen times and she thought the single was just awesome. With one hand controlling the steering wheel and another hand grabbing her bottle of Coke, life seemed to be going just great. The camp director, Kisha, had let her plan her very own project for the campers this year and, of course, the project had something to do with Blind Guardian and The Lord of the Rings. Fly started over again as she pulled into her parking spot. All Gwen wanted to do was park the car, head to her room, put the CD on her player, put some headphones on and die to the world. That's exactly what she did and in doing so she hurried into the dorm rooms, just missing Fëanor by a yard. With her one track mind she cut into her room and put the CD in the stereo. She grabbed her industrial strength headphones, put them on her head, and got into bed. She was completely oblivious to the outside world. If she had looked through her window before she crawled into bed she would have seen the Dark Lord Sauron attempting to kill Frodo. But, her love for Blind Guardian, and her will to just listen to the single over and over again prevented her from seeing the very odd events happening just outside her window.

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"This doesn't seem humanly possible!" Kisha screeched. She forgot about the bags in her truck as she got out.

She watched Frodo being chased by Sauron around the beach area of the camp. Aragorn and Legolas were in close pursuit. They in turn were being chased by five orcs and three Nazgul. Gandalf pulled out his sword and staff and began attacking the Nazgul and succeeded in killing all five orcs. Sam was screaming something along the lines of, 'Run Frodo, run!' Merry and Pippin were wandering around the camp grounds looking for mushrooms and Gimli had just gotten over what looked like sea-sickness and began helping Legolas and Aragorn fight off Sauron. On the steps leading up to one of the porches stood a much disoriented Beren and Lúthien with their only child, Dior, he also looked extremely confused. Kish held her forehead in her hands and sagged her head.

"This can't be happening…" she said.

Her thoughts were interrupted when she heard the dark cackle of a Dark Lord attacking his prey. She looked over and saw that Sauron was still chasing Frodo around the beach, and Saruman was helping him. That pretty much only left one other option.

"Dear God not Morgoth," was her final thoughts before she fainted. This was just too much, way too much.

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None of them were aware of the woman standing next to the red truck until they heard the clunk of her head hitting its metal. Sauron stopped chasing Frodo and Morgoth stopped tormenting Maedhros. The group quietly walked over to the fallen figure. Not out of alarm or fear but out of curiosity. Aragorn was the first to arrive and he bent down to examine the girl.

"Would someone please give me a cloth? She seems to have cut her head," Aragorn asked.

"What the hell language are you speaking?" asked Boromir before realizing that he too was speaking it.

"And why can I understand it?" asked Frodo.

"Maybe this girl knows. So if we heal her she can tell us. Now like I said before, would someone please give me a cloth?" Aragorn demanded.

Everyone began fishing about their persons trying to find something to use. Eventually Gandalf held out a cloth to Aragorn. It technically was an unused handkerchief but nobody really cared about that at the moment.

Aragorn wiped away the blood from her forehead. The wound was not as bad as Aragorn had first thought and he knew that the lady would not suffer any further ailments.

"Is she going to be alright?" Pippin asked.

Aragorn nodded.

"'Tis only a scratch. She'll be alright," Aragorn concluded.

Silence seemed to control them for a bit. Every one of them looked more confused then possible. It didn't seem probable that members of the Fellowship of the Ring could be looking at and talking to people who died in the First Age. After a few moments of perplexed staring someone spoke up.

"So what do we do now?" asked Maedhros.

"Attack Morgoth! He stole the Silmarils!" Fëanor demanded of his sons.

At this the sons got ready to attack and Morgoth pulled out his mace. Aragorn grabbed hold of the cataleptic woman and told the hobbits to find a place to hide. Gandalf and Legolas took the hobbits inside one of the dorm buildings and Aragorn and Gimli went in after them with the woman. Boromir backed them up making sure no one would attack them. They took the woman into one of the rooms. It actually was the sitting room and the group could smell a distant fragrance of cherry. A discarded paper lay on one of the chairs and a box looked to be alive and showing a man talking about what the weather would be like for the next day. He said it would be around seventy-five degrees outside but no one took notice to the man on the box. The box and the numbers meant nothing to them.

Gandalf and Legolas watched the battle going on outside. The sons of Fëanor had backed Morgoth and Sauron towards the lake. But their upper hand didn't last long of course. Morgoth exploded on them sending Maedhros into the lake and Maglor was thrown into a tree. Amras and Amrod made a very poor frontal attack against the two Dark Lords and they were thrown back against the glass of the dorms. Thuringwethil flew over and aided the two Dark Lords. Beren, Lúthien, Dior, Arwen and various other beings ran into the dorm room to hide from the battle going on outside.

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"Gems of tree light their life belongs to me!"

Gwen rolled over in her sleep and the headphone jack popped out. Blind Guardian's song Into the storm blared through the dorm room and out of the window. Gwen woke up when she realised she couldn't hear her music anymore and put the headphone jack back in its place.

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"Who said that!" demanded Fëanor.

Nobody answered. Everyone looked around confused but the lull in fighting ended and it picked up again. The ones fighting already forgot about the comment and the bloodshed continued.

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Kisha moaned and smacked herself in the head. She then winced and realised that there was a wound there. She opened her eyes and saw a man staring down at her. He looked pretty handsome, with his grey eyes and rugged and manly look…

Oh dear God its Aragorn! Her mind screamed. What the hell is he doing here? What the heck is going on?

He looked down at her confused.

"Are you alright miss?" he asked.

She nodded.

"I just have a slight headache. I'll be alright," she replied as she sat up.

She looked around and saw the faces of the fellowship and a bunch of others staring at her.

"What in blazes is going on?" Kisha asked.

Aragorn shrugged.

"We hoped you could tell us," he answered.

Kisha thought for a moment and then remembered stepping out of her truck to see the characters from Lord of the Rings in her campground. She was going to say something but Pippin interrupted her.

"Excuse me but is there any food here? I'm hungry," he said.

Kisha nodded.

"Maybe it'll be a good idea to get everyone in the mess hall…" she thought out loud.

"What's a mess hall?" Merry asked.

Kisha rolled her eyes and stood up.

"It's a place that has food," she replied.

"Alright, let's go then!" Pippin exclaimed.

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Gwen opened her eyes and checked her watch. It was around fifteen hundred hours so she decided it was time to get out of the bed. She stopped the CD player and put the headphones on top of the stereo. She put her socks and shoes back on and exited her room. This time she closed her door without having to backtracking. She walked down the hallway of the dorm rooms and exited through the side entrance. She looked around and saw that it was abnormally quiet. She quietly walked to the mess hall and went inside. The kitchen, being completely separate from the dining area, was quiet as well but very messy.

I'm not cleaning that up. Gwen thought as she poured a bowl of Coco puffs. She pulled out the skimmed milk from the refrigerator and poured it over her cereal. Yawning, she grabbed a spoon and left the kitchen. Fifty feet from the kitchen was the dining hall that was big enough to hold five-hundred people comfortably. The camp employed a staff of fewer than one hundred and they took in three hundred and fifty campers for six-weeks every summer. As she walked up the ramp to the door of the dining hall she wondered where everyone was. But, as luck would show, her question was partially answered when she walked in. Her jaw dropped. There, sitting at the staff section of the dining hall, sat characters from the world of Tolkien.

"No bloody way," she thought.

She knew it had to be a joke.

Maybe Kish decided on a Lord of the Rings theme for the six weeks. I wonder who I'll get to dress up as. She thought.

She made her way down the isle and found a place between Fëanor and Morgoth and sat down. Across from her were Sauron, Thuringwethil, Saurman and the Nazgul.

"Is this seat taken?" Gwen asked.

Fëanor and Morgoth shook their heads.

"No, thank Eru that somebody decided to sit there though," Fëanor exclaimed.

"Bloody elf, you didn't have to sit there you know," Morgoth said.

Fëanor gave Morgoth the evil glare of doom.

"Well there weren't any spaces left!"

Morgoth rolled his eyes.

"There weren't any spaces left," he mimicked.

"I swear to Eru I'm going to destroy you!" shrieked Fëanor.

Morgoth went back to his piping hot bowl of soup.

"Even I would like to see that happen," he said.

Gwen rolled her eyes and took a spoon of coco puffs.

The councillors must be really getting into it. She thought. She looked around and she could see many different characters from the world of Tolkien. There were some she could recognise, like Gandalf and the Nazgul, but there were some she had never seen before.

They must be from The Sil. She concluded. As she continued to look around she could not spot Kisha.

I wonder where she is. She thought but then shrugged. Kisha was probably dressed up too. She started to wonder about this new look. Kisha was not one to change things the day before camp started.

This wasn't planned all along. I wonder what's going on.

She continued to eat her bowl of cereal when a spit ball landed in her hair.

"Oh that is it! Childish idiots! Would you two just stop? You're really getting into this aren't you? My God! You bloody arseholes! Gormless, grotty, goolies! " she yelled.

Sauron gave what sounded like a very evil chuckle and Maedhros gasped. Gwen rolled her eyes again.

"Great, what did I say?"

The dining hall seemed to be completely void of sound and Gwen got the impression that there was something going on that nobody had told her yet. Finally the Witch-King spoke up.

"You just called Morgoth the Dark Lord a childish idiot among other things. I'd run if I were you," he explained.

Gwen gulped.

Oh this can't be good. They're either really in character or I'm missing something big.

"Wait, you're not the councillors?" she asked.

She got blank stares for an answer. Morgoth seemed to be getting out of his chair.

"I think I'll be leaving now," Gwen said as she stood up. The chair made a squeaking sound as it backed away from the table. She saw Morgoth pull out his mace and then she made a run for it. As fast as she could she ran from the dining hall and down the ramp. She turned left which took her to one of the beaches that had a volleyball court. She ran under the net and jumped over one of the overturned canoes that had fallen over earlier in the day. She turned right and took a short cut through the woods that took her to the swimming beach. She could hear Morgoth running after her. The only way she'd be able to escape was to hide because she knew there was no way of out running the dark lord. But seeing as Morgoth was only twenty-five feet behind her, hiding was not an option. Cutting through the woods again she made it to the councillor dorm. They were across from the camper dorms and she felt the wind of something really heavy going past her face. Dodging whatever it was, she ran up the porch steps of the councillor dorm and down the hallway. She passed by one of the sitting rooms and ran faster down the hallway. She turned left and ran up the stairs. When she got to the second floor she ran down the hallway and turned her head. There was no sign of the Dark Lord chasing after her anymore. She breathed a sigh of relief.

"Oh…my…God…" she panted.

She slowly walked down another set of stairs at the other end of the hallway.

I need a holiday. Gwen thought as she entered the sitting room. She looked out the window and saw that the person sitting next to her in the dining hall was standing out there, and he looked ticked. She gulped and turned around to find another exit. She didn't get far as Morgoth was standing directly behind her. He gave a very grimacing smile, things didn't look good. She backed out onto the porch.

"Um, listen; about earlier…I had a bad night last night and a killer headache to boot. I didn't mean to call you an idiot," she said.

Morgoth didn't say anything. He kept walking closer and closer and Gwen backed up off of the porch and down onto the grass.

"Can we start again please? We really got off on a bad foot," Gwen pleaded.

She then backed into something sharp and she turned around. Fëanor was standing there with a very sharp sword.

"This can't be good," Gwen said.

The two advanced upon her like vampires at feeding.

"This really isn't good," Gwen said again in a panicky voice. She threw her hands above her head and waited for the inevitable.

"Gwen!" shouted a familiar voice.

Gwen put her arms down and turned her head to the sound and saw Kisha standing next to Legolas and Aragorn.

What the bloody hell is going on here? She thought.

Kisha's face turned into an angry frown.

"Damnit! Fëanor! Morgoth! Get away from her!" she shouted.

"You can't tell me what to do," Fëanor stated. He turned his attention back to Gwen. His eyes looked as if they could kill.

Kisha rolled her eyes and put her hands on her hips.

"I'll give you a Silmaril!" Kisha yelled. She hoped that would get their attention. It did.

Both Fëanor and Morgoth turned their attention to Kisha in interest. Kisha held in her hands what looked like the Silmarils.

"No bloody way," Fëanor shouted as he ran towards Kisha. Morgoth followed suit.

"Just what the devil is going on here?" exclaimed Gwen.

Kisha shrugged as she handed Fëanor and Morgoth a Silmaril.

"I don't know, nobody knows."

Gwen rolled her eyes, again and threw her hands in the air in disgust.

"Great! Just bloody great! Damnit I need a holiday!"

"Hey! These aren't the Silmarils!" shouted Fëanor.

"I suggest you do the running thing again," Aragorn suggested to empty air. The two girls were already off and running.