A/N: Sorry for the short chapter. I've been busy and I have a writer's block. Thank you anyway to RiverOtter11 and DawnFire for your nice reviews

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Allie woke up fluttering her eyelashes prettily. Or so she thought. The others figured she had something in her eye. She felt good about herself. Those three asses were in her power. Or, as she liked to put it, "charmed into submission by the spell of her beauty". (*choke*)

Two days had passed since she'd met the three, and since, she'd found out a few things about them. Aragorn didn't want to be king.

"For the last time, I'm NOT GOING TO BE KING!!" he shouted at her, spittle flying everywhere.

"But why not?? Do you have an older brother? Because that can be taken care of easily."

"I…DON'T…WANT…TO…BE…KING! AND I WON'T MARRY YOU!!! ARGH!"

She hadn't spoken to him since.

Gimli was rich. Though not as rich as her, duh. Too bad he was short.

"I bet my daddy is WAAAAAAY richer than all yours put together," she said, testing their love for her. She was expecting a nice answer. Instead, Aragorn rolled his eyes, Legolas just muttered something like "sure, whatever", and Gimli had stared at her.

"Lass, I have no idea what your 'daddy' does, but I'll let you know that my good father has several items of great value. We dwarves don't mine for nothing, you know!"

"You're a dwarf? You're rich? Why don't you have expensive clothes, and a nice car, and have people carry you, and a computer, and a phone, and…and…"

She shut up when she realised they had no idea what she was talking about. She sighed. Such ignorance.

And Legolas was a prince.

" You know, my Lady, I'm also going to inherit a large kingdom."

"Oh. Nice."

"Don't you care?"

"Nah. Your ears are weird. And your voice."

He looked dumbstruck.

"You don't actually care about what she thinks, do you?" said Strider in elvish.

"No. But she still thinks you're better than me!"

"You're wrong," said Gimli all of a sudden. The other two looked at him in confusion. "Your kingdom isn't that great for two reasons. One, all your subjects are leaving for the Undying Lands. Two, the few who remain are all elves."

Legolas nearly killed him. Nearly. And he only didn't do so because Allie intervened.

"Don't kill him! He's rich!"

And…There was something else…Oh yeah, they were all nutcases from that movie she'd seen.

"Y'know, you guys look familiar."

"Yeah, we're your worst nightmare. FEAR US!!!!" Aragorn had been acting rather odd.

"No, I've definitely seen you somewhere real,"

"Uhh..here?"

"No… Oh YEAH!!! You were in that boring movie!"

"I have no idea what a movie is, but I'm pretty sure it wasn't boring. Not if I was in it."

"Is this some kind of hidden camera show??"

All in all, Allie was proving to be a pain in the ***. She forced them to stop at night to rest, she got the biggest ration of food, they had to constantly wait for her while she checked her hair, refused to run, and she wouldn't shut up. They had explained to her over and over again that she had to hurry up, that they had someone to rescue, but to no avail. She remained obstinate throughout the whole trip. And abandoning her was out of the question. They were annoyed. Not heartless.

Then they met the Rohirrim. Of course, Allie had no idea who they were. She just saw a lot of horses and stinky men. And they were pointing weapons at her. How rude.

"I'm Princess Alecia Fi-Fi Pretty Angel Stardust Cloud Johnson, and these are…" she furrowed her brow, "Something, What's-it, and I-Don't Remember. I demand you leave us alone!" Aragorn clapped his hand over her mouth and spoke.

"Ignore her," he said darkly.

She heard them all talking about something. She didn't listen. She wriggled out of Aragorn's grip.

"I'm tired!" she whined. Aragorn closed his eyes.

"Ignore her," he muttered again to a guy with hair on his helmet. They talked some more. She noticed the men part and two horses were brought.

"Ooooooooooooooh! Ponies! I want one."

"I'm sorry my Lady. We only have two to spare," said the weird guy they'd been talking to. His name was weird. Something like Erom? Emor? Omer? Éomer!! That was it!

"I WANT a PONY!! NOW!"

"Look, she's a maniac. Can you take her away please?" asked Legolas.

"Why would we want a maniac with us? She's your burden, not ours."

"Shit."

"Legolas! Language!" said Gimli, shocked.

"Where did you find her, anyway?" continued Éomer.

"She fell out of the sky. I'm pretty sure she's some kind of demon."

"I thought elves didn't believe in demons," he said, raising his eyebrows.

"We do now."

After a few moments of arguing with Allie about the horses, seating arrangements were made. Legolas and Aragorn would each have their own horse and Gimli and the girl were to ride behind them. Every half an hour, they would switch places. That way, no-one had to endure her for too long. They flipped a coin to see who would get who first.

"No matter what I do, I lose," groaned Legolas. "If I'm reeeeeeeally unlucky, I get Allie. If I'm just unlucky, I get Gimli."

A/N: Once again, sorry for the short and kinda crap chapter. It's the best I can do. The only thing I can think is that I have to go to school.

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