YAYI got a review! Yippee! Thank you William6613 for your review! Why can't you all be like William6613, huh? Anyway, this is the fourth chapter of this story! Hooray for additions! This chapter is kind of strange, random, and the likes, but that's how I like it! DEAL WITH IT! Sorry, must… keep… up… happy… façade (eye twitch).
I like the fact that food was the olive branch (sorry, hungry) between the hobbits and Liz! But, if you look at Sam, he is all about food! So I was reading The Return of the King last night and the two are always talking about food! So, food is the olive branch! Ha-ha!

I don't think that anyone would actually have IPods in the actual Avatar, but, maybe Liz and Eliza brought the pieces of technology with them when they were changed! But, yes they have IPods and they are used a LOT!

Enjoy the story and the disclaimer that will be put right under this!

Disclaimer: I do not own Avatar, LOTR, the songs mentioned, or any more of my 'Lucky Muffins' unfortunately. Alas, the sugary goodness of my 'Lucky Muffins' are gone; I will have no more luck!

Liz's POV

It took me about two seconds to realize that I wasn't free anymore.

Sighing, I climbed down to the two boys that slept in our hammocks. Sam was asleep and Frodo looked sadly up at the just now appearing stars. I looked back at Eliza, who waited patiently for me, and waved her off. She took a look at me and nodded; she knew that I was going to apologize.

I leapt lightly and silently over to Frodo's hammock so as not to wake Sam. He didn't hear me. Pulling myself into a sitting position behind him I began my apology.

"So, what's up?" I asked cautiously.

Frodo jumped and snarled at me, fingering the golden ring around his neck. Sam was jolted awake, saw his friend's position, and in one bound had his sword pressed against my neck. I slowly grabbed the dagger that hung around my waist and held it up. Sam saw it and pressed harder against my neck which had started bleeding. I felt the blood pool up in the crevices of my neck and knew I would be down quickly in a fight.

Oh crap.

Frodo gasped and the sword went farther into my neck, now I was finding it hard to breath.

This job just got better and better by the second.

"SAM! What are you doing? Get off of her, she's dying!" Frodo screeched.

And with that, even though the pressure receded, I faded.By the time it was fully gone, my world became black and I knew I was dead.

Nice; isn't it just ironic that the guys I attempt to be nice to kill me?

Frodo's POV

War cries filled the air as I looked at Liz's body. Sam, my friend, had killed the creature I'd fallen in love with.

I fell to the ground, and then I realized there was no ground and I fell to the forest floor. Liz would have helped me up, had Sam not killed her.

I was fine, but I welcomed the pain. The pain made me forget that Liz was dead, that Sam had killed her or that…

I caused Liz's death.

Of course I did! I snarled which woke overprotective Sam up and he had seen her sitting so close to me, seeing her as a threat instead of her apologetic smile that I'd just realized was on her face. Soon, out of my self loathing gurgles, I heard the others come down with the corpse of Liz and the murderer Sam. For once, I felt no pull to protect him only to hate him.

And why shouldn't I, because he was my friend? No. No longer was Sam a friend of mine, I would not be associated with a killer.

As the procession came down I saw Jake, his mate, Liz's best friend, and a few other warriors carry Liz's body to the older creature that awaited them. The older creature looked genuinely worried and concerned for Liz, not full of grief and anger like one would be after such an amazing female was lost because of their guests. Then I wondered:

What if Liz wasn't dead?

Liz's POV

I scented the herbs and minerals and knew I had been carried to Neytiri's mother, our Healer. I still didn't know her name, but she was quite a gentle female, caring and loving.

Wait, why should I still be thinking? Or smelling? Wasn't I dead?

Unconscious was a better word for my condition. I was tough and young, I could take this!

Couldn't I?

Of course I could, I'd taken on hunting and sparring wounds and gotten back on with my life the next day.

But no one's ever slit your throat before.

The thought stuck in my mind. Of course no one has ever slit my throat before, why would they? But today Sam did, and so many things could go wrong!

The wound could get infected, I could bleed out my life before I could get patched up, an insect could climb into my body and kill my immune system, and…

I wanted to slap myself! Quit being so pessimistic, I growled mentally. Really, was I actually thinking of all the ways I could die? I needed to occupy myself.

There's antimony, arsenic, aluminum, selenium, hydrogen, and nitrogen, oxygen, and rhenium, and… No, you're a scientist! You should know the elements! I gave up, science was boring me. So I started reciting the lyrics for Walk on The Water by Britt Nicole. You look around and staring back at you another wave of doubt. Will it pull you under, you wonder. What if I'm overtaken, what if I never make it, what if no one's there, will you here my prayer? When you take that first step, into the unknown, you know that He won't let you go. So what're you waiting for, what do you have to lose? Your insecurity… I stopped thinking and listened now. I could here people speaking.

"Will she live," Neytiri worried. I could almost imagine Jake putting his hand on her shoulder and heard him say, "Your mother will do everything in her power to save the kid. Liz is a strong girl, she'll make it." Jake soothed his mate. I hung on the last three words 'she'll make it' and clung to life.

"But what does this mean for the two strangers? She can't watch them while she's healing or unconscious and they cannot be trusted yet. And what now for the one who caused all of this, Sam, what shall happen to him? And Frodo, what do we do with him?" I heard Eliza fret and rolled my eyes. All three gasped and I heard Eliza mutter "Oh shut up" directed at me. I knew they saw me. I opened an eye hesitantly, not knowing what would happen. As soon as I detected no danger, I opened the other one.

Eliza embraced me tightly and whispered, "Don't do that to me again Liz," and I felt a tear roll down her cheek and onto mine. "Gladly," I breathed. She and I looked in each other's piercing golden eyes and she knew I would be fine for now.

Friends watched from afar. True friends were the first to hug you when you woke up.

I liked knowing I had a true friend. The moment of friendship was broken by a skirmish going on outside.

Skirmishes could mean nothing good.

Do you want to find out what the skirmish is about? If you have the answer (or THINK you have the answer) tell me in a review and you can have your own character in my next update of the story and beyond! It is quite simple! All you have to do is press the 'review' button down there and tell me what you think the skirmish is about! And I don't care how stupid the answer is (so long if it's stupid AND funny) just GUESS! Ha! Oh and guess what- I MADE MORE LUCKY MUFFINS! I also have another thing to say. I will say it right here!
I would like to thank Mr. Treharn for being an awesome 4th grade teacher! I saw him at my little brother and sister's open house, told him about this story and he was like 'And you know who made all of that possible? I did! Can I be mentioned in one of your stories?' and I said 'YES! I shall mention you in my next update!' and he said 'Gee, thanks Liz! You were always my favorite student' then he hugged me. I walked away and went to eat Chinese food! Ha ha ha, international food is good…

So yeah, review and possibly PM me! I shall give you a lucky muffin! Oh, no I won't. Suckas! Sorry, love you guys!