A/N: Booyah! Twenty reviews! How sweet is this?

Okay, I'm done.

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"I can't see, I can't see. Everything turning red blood's rushing to head. Passing out, passing out…"

"I can see I was correct in my assumption you would not stay with us until morning."

"Argh, get me down. Whomever you are, just get me down!"

I heard a lot of snickering. I started to squirm and I was finally starting to spin slowly. When I was facing the speaker I saw exactly who I figured it would be…

Gandalf and the rest of the mentally challenged individuals.

"Great. You caught me. Now how about one of you cut me down and we all go back and I'll fix us a nice cup of jo?"

They all started laughing at me, then I think the one called Pippin, (I couldn't be sure, it was still really dark,) leaned over and asked the other Hobbit beside him, "What's 'jo'?"

"Coffee, sweetstuff. Or if you prefer tea I can also do that."

Gandalf turned to the rest of the group, "What do you think? Should we cut her down or let her try and get out herself?"

Finally the dwarf spoke up, "I say we let the wench cut herself down."

There were some other murmurs of agreement. I guess I really didn't make any friends. That dwarf is really starting to scare me. And wench! Wench this!

"Oh boys!" I said in a singsong voice. "Do you realize that if this sweatshirt should somehow become untied form around my waist that you will witness one of the more private parts of a woman's anatomy?"

When I said that they all started to blush. Ha! I got my point across.

Gandalf just laughed at me, "Here let me help you."

He pointed his staff at me and suddenly my sweatshirt was very much secured around my waist. Like as in can't breathe!

"Damn! Will you just let me down and we will go our merry ways?"

They all shook their heads. Even Frodo! I thought he was my friend…

"Fine," I put as much venom into that word that I could muster. I think it really surprised them. But not as much as what I did next.

I started to swing back and forth until I could grab the rope that was holding me captive. As I grabbed it I hauled myself upright and started to climb the rope. I got to the branch that it was tied to and sat down on it and took out my handy-dandy key chain. I absolutely love that thing! I cut the rope around my ankle and cut the other end that was attached to the branch. I then coiled it up neatly and got as gracefully to my feet that I could. I stood there for a few moments and jumped.

I landed low, in a crouch. They all took a step back from me. I guess I can't blame them, I mean I must have looked pretty animal-like right then.

I slowly stood up and I threw my carefully coiled rope at their feet.

"What do you know? I'm not as helpless as I look, now am I?"

They all dumbly shook their heads. Seeing that I had got my point across, I was just turning to walk away when I heard Gandalf speak.

"Please, child, Emily. Will you not stay with us until we can find someplace that is safe for you?"

I whipped around and stalked up to him until our noses were almost touching.

"So that's what this is all about? Just because I am a woman you think I can not handle myself out here? Well guess what buddy, I would rather die out here than travel with you anywhere," I said this is a deathly whisper that only he could here.

He turned his eyes away from me, "But where in Middle-earth will you go? There is no where for you here."

"Precisely my thought, there is no where for me here or anywhere for that matter. But what do you mean 'Middle-earth'? I believe the term you are looking for is 'Where on Earth.' Or am I sadly mistaken?"

"I do not know what this 'Earth' is, but here we call it Middle-earth. We are in the middle of the wild, there is no where you could even survive. You need us."

I was furious, "That is where you are wrong wizard. I do not need you, I need no man. I am fine on my own, even if I am in what you call 'Middle-earth.' That is final, now I bid you all good day."

Through out this whole skirmish the sun had slowly risen until it was just peeking over the horizon.

Aragorn caught my shoulder. I tried to shake him off but he held fast.

"Do you remember what happened when you man-handled me last time? That is about to happen again if you do not unhand me this instant."

He ignored me; "Do you know how to survive in the wild?"

"Nope."

"Do you know anything about survival?"

"Notta."

"Then where are you planning to go?"

"I don't care where I go, but I am going to try and get home. Wherever that may be."

With that I shook off his hand and I walked into the trees.

What had I gotten myself into? I was soon to find out.

Damn my stubborn pride.