Ugh! I'm just going to stop begging! No, I won't; I'M DESPERATE FOR REVIEWS! Well, since we're past my begging I will explain this part of the story. It is pretty much all in my character's point of view (I love her, she's exactly like me! Oh, wait, duh.) And what she is saying and thinking about Sam and Frodo. The chapter is, er, well… strange I guess. You meet another one of Liz's friends here though! Enjoy it while you can! Ha! Ha! Anyway, I have this little thing for you to enjoy before the story. Oh, and CB means Charlie Brown, my Youth Minister.

Me: … And I said 'If you don't like vegetables so much, why don't you just feed them to Gollum?' And Sam was all like 'because then he would get stronger and…. Well….'

CB: Hey Liz!

Me: CHARLIE! (Jumps and hugs CB and holds him in a choke hold.)

CB: Don't… you… have… a story… to… narrate?

Me: Oh, yeah (Drops Charlie) I should do that, shouldn't I?

Disclaimer: I do NOT own Lord of the Rings! I do NOT own Avatar. I do NOT own Charlie Brown (My Youth Minister)! I do NOT own Superchick! But I DO own Superchick, my imaginary friend. Ha! You can't claim THAT can you, famous writers and directors and freaking amazing Youth Ministers and contemporary Christian rock bands!

Liz's POV

Isn't it just ironic that I of all people decided to be nice to these mentally ill short dudes and now I'm stuck with them?

I sighed and led Sam and Frodo to our sleeping places. I hopped up onto the lowest branch and turned to see the confused faces on Sam and Frodo. "What," I was quite confused. Couldn't everyone jump well enough to get up on this branch? "I don't think our legs have as much power as your legs seem to." Apparently not, I thought at Sam's hint.

"No, of course not," I mumbled. I held my hand out to them in turn. Once they were both on the braches, the way up was a bit easier. Or at least, I didn't have to reach as low as the first branch.

When we finally reached our sleeping spaces, I was unprepared for the guys' reactions. "Hammocks? You expect us to sleep and camp in hammocks?" Was what Sam wailed. Frodo said nothing, just opening his mouth to form a perfect little 'O' of shock. "Yes, we do expect you to sleep in hammocks! And why do you need to set up a camp when there is a perfectly stable one right below us?" These people were just so odd! What was with their strange aversion to hammocks? Before I could ask, both recomposed themselves and faced me yet again. "How do we get over to them," Frodo whispered. I couldn't help feeling sorry for the poor mite. He'd probably been expecting some elegant bed to crash on or something. Wrong planet, kid, I thought.

Jumping lithely from branch to branch, I came to stand in front the two farthest hammocks from the rest of us. They were slower in getting over to me; seeming to make every jump like it was a canyon to cross. After half an hour or so, they regained their positions next to me. "Alright, very simple to get in, just fall into them. No matter how flimsy they may look, they can carry a good bit of weight." Sam looked intrigued and was first to fall into his hammock. He laughed when he hit the designated target. "Come on Mr. Frodo, it's alright!" Sam smiled up at his friend. Frodo looked up at me, the fear obvious in his eyes.

Oh come on!

I couldn't believe what I was about to do! Niceness to strangers wasn't something I was known for, but here I was, taking the really small hand of a person I'd only known for an hour and I was leading him onto this hammock. When had I become such a softie?

When the two were safe on the hammocks, I sighed and leapt up onto a branch above my head. My best friend, Eliza, lounged on a close branch. "Hey Superchick," I greeted her loudly. She jumped and quickly threw a rock at my head. I dodged the rock skillfully. "Well that was nice," I said sarcastically. She smirked. "What did I say would happen the next time you snuck up on me, mini- me?" She suppressed a laugh.

Eliza and I had been best friends since college. I persuaded her into coming with me to be scientists at this place on a distant planet. She agreed and we could never be separated after that. I always called her Superchick because she loved this contemporary Christian rock band called Superchick. And she called me Mini-me, I guess you can figure that one out yourselves. "Hey Superchick, why did you have a rock so close to you," I asked her skeptically. Her smile turned to a sheepish grin. "Oh, well, you know, just… because." She mumbled, knowing when she'd been found out. I'd already figured she would throw a rock at me, that wasn't news.

What was news was my new job.

"Guess what," I sighed. "Should I? You know I don't like bad news, mini-me." She narrowed her eyes. I shook my head, momentarily surprised with the fact that my hair didn't whip around like it used to. Braids, you either love em' or hate em'. "It isn't bad news for you Super-" I was interrupted by a gasp and determined groan. "Freaking of course," I growled and looked down.

There was Frodo, attempting to come and see me by committing attempted suicide and trying to jump onto our branch. "Why me? Why did it have to be me?" I moaned and hopped down to my obviously mental responsibility.

"What are you doing?" I snarled. The child sized man flinched.

"I wanted to see you Liz." He murmured.

"See me? You could have looked up!" I gave him an exasperated exclamation. He looked down, embarrassed.

"Can you go back to the hammock," I pinched the bridge of my nose in frustration. He nodded. I gestured for him to go. He shuffled back to his place beside his sleeping best friend; the picture of remorse. I sighed. Had I been too hard on the guy? Could I have handled that better? I shook my head and pulled myself back up to my friend.

Eliza erected herself back up to a casual position in the branch. I huffed and let myself fall backwards. I dangled on the branch upside down. "Was that too harsh," I asked her guiltily. "It could have been handled a bit calmer, yes." I sighed at her confirmation. Although it was true, I didn't like it.

I can apologize to the like munchkin, I thought as a delicious scent wafted over to me. "Dinner time," Eliza murmured. Okay, I would apologize, after I had some food.

Hmm, if I was Liz (and I am, but not really) I would get some food right now too. But I hiked three miles up King's Mountain yesterday and I hurt! Sorry, but I do. Anyway, by tomorrow night I will have some snippets of info on my profile about Tucker from Youth Group because I love to laugh at him! (That sounded really stalker-ish didn't it?)
Superchick (imaginary friend, not band) - Review or Charlie Brown dies!

Charlie Brown- Why do I have to DIE?

Me- You don't HAVE to die, you can live if my fans just REVIEW! I mean, are you people cereal? I have almost seven hundred viewers and not a SINGLE review! As Superchick said before- Review, or Charlie DIES!

Charlie- You are so cruel!

Me- Oh, you know I still love you!

Charlie- Yeah, I do! (Both hug)

Me- Just review! Please? Thanks!