A/N: So…insanity, drama, revenge, all that jazz. Don't say I didn't warn you…

Chapter 2 AMANDA'S POV

Belinda and I spent the rest of the afternoon exploring all of Rivendell. I looked around in awe as Belinda shook her head at my love for writing. Actually, love is too nice a word. Passion would be more appropriate.

So anyways, we didn't bump into anyone while we were exploring, but we did see that elf... Legolas, I think his name was, and he was walking down the path with a human man.

As I looked at him, I felt intrigued. He had on clothes that a warrior might wear. He had stubble of a beard and stubble of a mustache. His dark raven hair was shoulder-length and looked very wavy. His eyes were caramel-colored and had a certain spark to them that I couldn't quite pick out.

"Oh look, it's sexist elf-boy," Belinda muttered, glancing over to where I was looking.

"Belinda, don't you think you're being too hard on him?" I asked, not really paying any attention to what I was saying.

Belinda looked at me as if I was crazy.

"Amanda... he said that women were weak. You did catch that, didn't you? That's really unforgivable," she said bitterly.

I shook my head. "Of course I did. And I'm just as pissed off as you are about it, but you need to think about it, Belinda. He doesn't know better. That's what he's been raised to believe. Besides, this world doesn't really exist. It was all Tolkien's work," I said calmly, taking my gaze away from the two and staring out into the trees.

"Looks, and feels real enough to me, but whatever. You go on your way of life with kindness and forgiveness and I'll go my way and you know what that is," Belinda said, crossing her arms over her chest.

I shrugged.

"Now that I've tried to make you listen to me again and failed, what do you want to do now?" I asked.

I saw Belinda shrug out of the corner of my eye.

"I dunno. Try to cause explosions and destructions?" she asked innocently.

"I don't feel like trying to stop you right now," I replied. I was looking at the bench on the gazebo-looking thing in wanting. I wanted to write, but I had to be by myself for it. That was the only way that I could actually write in peace.

"Let's go see if they have any food in this place," Belinda said, grabbing me by the arm and dragging me through the places that we hadn't seen yet. After twenty minutes, we had reached the conclusion that we could not find any food.

"They have to feed the Fellowship and the people who live here," I reasoned.

"You would think, wouldn't you?" Belinda retorted, sarcastically.

I heard footsteps on the nearby steps and saw the dark haired man that had walked with Legolas coming our way.

"Why don't we ask him?" I asked, pointing to the mysterious man.

"I don't know. Wasn't he walking with annoying elf-boy earlier?" Belinda asked in disdain.

"C'mon Belinda, don't judge him by who he hangs out with," I said, trying to be soothing.

"What the hell are you talking about? You do that all the time." I rolled my eyes.

"People in school are different. We know them," I defended, already making my way over to the mystery man. I heard Belinda start to run behind me to catch up.

As we got closer, I saw the man stare into my eyes and give a wry smile.

"So I can finally introduce myself to the two mysterious young women that appeared out of thin air at the meeting. I am Aragorn, son of Arathorn."

Aragorn... of course! Why didn't I see this?

"I'm Amanda and the sulky one is my best friend, Belinda," I said, pointing to my glaring best friend.

"A pleasure to meet you both," he said, glancing uneasily at Belinda as he said that.

"Listen, do you know where we can get some food?" I asked, clearly understanding that Belinda was too much in a bad mood at the moment to talk to him about anything. Aragorn nodded.

"In the Dining Hall, downstairs from your rooms they will be serving dinner soon. You may also want to change into more...suitable clothes," he said, eyeing our clothes not with disdain, but with curiosity.

"What do you mean by suitable?" Belinda asked, suspiciously.

"Well, it is traditional for women to wear dresses at meals," Aragorn replied. Belinda's eyes almost popped out of her head. Mine almost did too. If Belinda didn't share many things in common, here was one: We did not, under any circumstances, wear a dress.

"By whose order?" Belinda asked challengingly

"Lord Elrond was going to be lenient, but Legolas convinced him otherwise."

I looked over at Belinda, who looked like she was about to scream, but then she got a serene look on her face, then she flashed me THE grin. It was the grin that meant she had an absolutely brilliant idea, or the one that meant she was about to do something really insane. Or maybe both.

"I see. Amanda, come with me. We'll meet you in the Dining Hall," she said, pulling me with her towards our rooms.

"Belinda, have you gone insane? Wait, don't answer that. You hate wearing dresses! I hate wearing dresses," I cried out.

Belinda didn't speak until we got to her room where I finally saw her face. Her serene look and grin were gone. Replaced by a very evil look. I was suddenly very nervous.

"Belinda, what are you thinking?" I asked uneasily.

"Let's just say that this will be a very interesting dinner," she said, with that same evil look.

A/N: DUH DUH DUH…. Reviews are welcome, exalted, rewarded, appreciated, put in frames and hung as trophies…etc. So if you didn't get my not so subtle hint, REVIEW THIS STORY!…please.