So this is the second chapter! I think I want to go in a really thoughtful, deep direction for this story. I just watched a complete chick flick and listened to Dave Matthews for an hour so maybe that's why?

Definitely need to thank Terrenchi for giving me a good kick in the ass to get this story going again. Thanks a lot ;

Try to stay focused when reading this chapter, because it might sound like it's off the time line of the story so far, but it really isn't.

Last time…

Lindsay turned and saw four very tall men staring straight at her.

They didn't look too happy.

Chapter Two: Waves

Normally, when people sleep, their subconscious thought begins to work its magic. Objects and landscapes are brought to life in a vibrant way, and things once thought implausible become raw with realism. Being very fond of sleeping the day away, Lindsay was used to dreams and the sereneness they could bring-

…however this was no dream.

Her peripheral vision might as well have been an umbrella with gashes in it for all the good it was doing her, for everywhere she turned all was the same. No distinct shape, no obvious difference in anything. The world around her , besides moving quite fast, was like night but without the hints of light that give it contrast. Lindsay needed out and she needed out NOW. After twisting and turning through the air gave no results, she tried leaping… through the air. He brain wasn't working very well at that time. She wanted to cry and scream, but a sudden soothing melody came to her rescue.

'Down the middle drops one more

grain of sand.

They say that

New life makes losing life easier

To understand.'

It was her ipod, her 'I make everything just that much better' device. It glowed softly, comfortingly, and gave the emotional girl a little grasp on reality that she desperately needed. Time went by as she stared into the small lit screen and watched the band names go by one by one, giving her something to focus on as her lugubrious fall continued.

"So you say the branch suddenly fell out of nowhere just to land exclusively in your path of footing, and caused you to trip?" A Man questioned his companion.

"Yes, of course! That is exactly what happened. You do not seem to believe my story." Retorted an angered soldier.

"Because it is simply that! A story to save your dignity after tripping over a tree branch. You are quite the untalented liar, Galan.

"Well pardon my attempt DEAR FRIEND. I at least-… Did you see that? That trail in the sky?"

"Say again?" The man looked to sky at Galan's insistence, yet saw nothing. "You're mind tricks you Galan. Tis nothing."

"But it was! Something… I mean. Micole, you have yet to believe a word I have said this night."

Micole shifted slightly, "And for good reason." He said with a smirk. Galan sighed and rose to approach the camp fire for a second serving. Their company would be moving out very soon. He didn't know exactly why, however; he could sense that somewhere, something was amiss.

Her body felt warm and cold at the same time. Almost like that strange feeling you get from standing outside after a fresh snowfall. She gave into the urge to open her eyes due to a more important feeling her body was relaying to her: the sense of being watched.

In poor Lindsay's case though, it was flat out eye rape.

"She has awakened!"

She could not believe her eyes and what they were relaying to her. Four men, all above average height and looks, lengthy hair, and funky costumes to boot, were just standing in front of her with both perplexed and questioning faces. The one standing closest to her seemed the most interested of the bunch, with his head shining a vibrant yellow blonde it almost seemed as if the sun itself had been imbedded into his skull.

His first words were not very complimentary. At the very least they screamed sarcasm.

"Pardon for asking, but do you suffer from ailments of the mind milady?"

Lindsay fumbled a tad. "E-excuse me?" Sunshine glared while two of the men in back of him began to snicker.

"Must I rephrase my question? We have been awaiting your consciousness for some time now. The last we saw of you awake was nothing short of insanity I assure you." He stated with no patience whatsoever.

'I guess these guys haven't dealt with a raging female before.' She thought while pondering what she must have done after she flat out fainted; the first time she had stared into the group's surprised eyes. HOLD EVERYTHING. She had quite possibly never been insulted so much in her entire life of sixteen years. Was this… this PANSY of a man implying she was numb in the head? How rude! Sure just seconds ago she had been lying on the ground of some unknown forest in the middle of December in a tank top and boxers but HEY. She would have to explain to them, no matter how bizarre it was, how she ended up there.

"No. For your information I am perfectly fine thank you. I really don't know what happened. I mean this might sound crazy which would again lead you to the conclusion that I was insane but anyway I must have passed out-because-I-have-a-fever-from-having-bronchitis-andIfellontomybedroomfloorandthenexthingIknowIwokeuphereso if you guys could…" she paused and came out of her rambling mode to realize they had just begun to stare again.

"You know what? Never mind it. I'll just go. Sorry for troubling you guys."

As Lindsay turned to go, a commanding shout halted her step.

"Remain where you stand." It wasn't Sunshine this time, but the man who had been standing directly next to him, the man with pure Ivory hair. "Answers are in order Milady. We did not question your mentality without reason. Why are you skimming the outer boundaries of the elven city of Imralhdis?"

"Why you are not clothed reasonably would be an adequate answer as well." smirked one the brunettes in the back of the group. Lindsay noticed now that the two in back were actually twins. They both shared the same delicious chocolate hair shade that made you automatically think of said sugary pleasures.

"I-uh… can't really explain it myself, but I WAS honestly just in my room so that's why I'm dressed like this. Where is Imralhdis? Last time I checked we were in Washington's crossing.

The chocolate twins had already started snickering again at her babbling and uncertainty. What was so god damn funny? "Would you SHUT UP? That's really insulting if you didn't know!"

That shut them up. That achieved what is known as a P.O.M.P.O.F.: Pissed off male pack of four. P.o.m.p.o.t.'s and p.o.m.p.o.o.'s were usually easily dealt with, but seeing how the poor girl was sick, tired, and just utterly fonfuzzled, a resolution was no where in sight.

"That decides it. She is coming with us." Mr. White stated. What was he getting at? Did they really plan on kidnapping her just like that? Again! How rude!

"Are you imbecilic as well Saeldur!? Why bother with such a needy task?" Sunshine sounded somewhat peeved. It suited him.

"Calm yourself Alyan. The girl is obviously in need of assistance. Though her appearances may seem disheveled and meager, she may prove to be quite a 'threat'. Wouldn't you say Elledan?" He turned to his twin.

"Oh without question. Measures must be taken in order to protect the border."

"You two are only looking for a reprieve from the routine border check. How childish of you both!" Sunshine was really going at it!

"This situation in its entirety is the reason we have these checks in the first place Alyan. We must follow procedure. Elledan, Elrohir, flank her on each side so she follows and does not suddenly decide to venture elsewhere.

"Ai." They responded simultaneously.

During the squabbling, Lindsay had mostly ignored the conversation in order to scan her surroundings and absentmindedly adjust her boxer's placement on her hips while she thought of how to get home from wherever she was. Navigation was never her strong point, but as long as she escaped the freaks in tights she would be good. At a second glance she had noticed what the men were actually wearing and she concluded that they must have never seen Style Network in their entire lives. They were mostly clad in leather and fabric that seemed to be silk in origin, but somehow it seemed much finer and delicate. No further thoughts could be made thanks to her brand new BESTEST buddies forcefully guiding her to a cluster of horses she had not noticed until then.

"You guys are ASSHOLES. As soon as I get anywhere near a phone I'm calling the cops and you guys are goin DOWN." Lindsay spouted once she finally gathered the courage. She was still somewhat light headed from her pleasant little blackout and fall into nothingness. The twins looked at each other, back to their superiors, and then quizzically back at Lindsay. They truly had no idea how t deal with this kind of situation. She was shocking enough with her strange garb, but with the added sass in her language she was by far an enigma to all four elves. Alyan in particular did not care for dealing with things that flew past his span of knowledge and experience; this being the main reason for is rudeness.

"You shall hold your tongue until we have reached Imhraldis. There you shall be allowed to say your piece, and I can guarantee nothing past that." All Alyan received was a scowl and a turn of the head.

PHEW. That was actually a very fun chapter to write. When things are fresh in a story, like the first few chapters, it's so easy to manipulate anything you want... it's GLORIFYING :D

Really hope I can get more chapters out in a shorter amount of time, because I'm starting to get attached to this one. Awww. It's like a new pet. If I don't start treating it well, it's bound to hate me and run away.

Or something like that?

R&R! Thanks!