What is up my readers? THE SKY IS UP! Oh, never mind.
Anyway, thank you IronSpockMaster for your review! I am forever grateful! Have a Lucky Muffin!
Moving on, I love my character's last quote in the last chapter – Skirmishes can mean nothing good. That's actually a quote from my best imaginary friend, Superchick. I was speaking to her telepathically and all of a sudden, these two guys started fighting outside of my house. I really don't know why, but even though my window was open, I was listening to music so I heard almost nothing. But I thought to Superchick, There's a skirmish going on outside. And she thought back, So I see. Skirmishes can mean nothing good. And I shut my window and shoved my brother off the computer, and typed it down! See, I can recycle! Words that is. So here it is the fifth part to my story!

Me: Tucker from Youth Group will say the disclaimer!

Tucker: But me, Drew, Will, Taylor, Charlie, Britney, and Hannah are playing Signs and I have the ball!

Charlie: Aha! So it IS you who has it! You're out!

Tucker: Fine, I'll say the disclaimer.

Me: I knew you would.

Tucker: (Uses really strange voice) WUMCSkilletFan does not own anything that doesn't belong to her! (Uses normal voice) What kind of a disclaimer is that?

Me: Just go ask Taylor if he thinks he can beat me at dodgeball. (Gets whacked with a dodgeball in the back of the head) Taylor! You're dead! Oh, hey, before you witness this bloody battle of boy vs. girl dodgeball, maybe you should read the story. Taylor, everyone knows that the girls are WAY better than you!

Liz's POV

I staggered outside with Eliza's help. There was Sam with his sword out, protecting Frodo who was cowering against the trunk of a tree.

You had to admit, Sam had a fierce spirit.

But going up against some of our strongest warriors with bows the sizes of swords was just insane.

Then again, this was Sam's best friend; he would fight and die for him.

I sucked in a deep breath and screeched, "Stop!"

Everyone turned their heads to look at me, and I rolled my eyes to see that Frodo looked in disbelief and wonder at me. Ugh, why is he so into me?

"There is no reason for this fight," I told them.

"This thing almost killed you, and you don't think he should be punished?" One of our warriors, Rajat, looked with bewilderment at me.

Sam growled. I stepped in between the hobbit and my clanmates. "On accident, he had no idea that I was a threat to Frodo because he had just woken up. And I'm not dead, Rajat, shouldn't that count for something?" I looked sternly at him.

Rajat snorted and rolled his eyes. But even though everyone was displeased with my answer, they backed off.

Nodding to them, I turned to look at Sam.

"I'm so sorry Liz," He told me. I held up a hand cheerfully.

"As I just said, I'm not dead! I'm going to live and watch over you two until we can get you back to where you belong." I told him.

His brow furrowed. "But I almost killed-"

My firm stare cut him off.

"Keyword- almost. Almost wasn't did and death was actually life. Now, you can either lower you sword and we can get back to life or you can beat yourself up over it, your choice." I told him.

He lowered his sword and took a deep breath, releasing it with a relieved sigh.

I put a hand on his shoulder and smiled to show my satisfaction.

"What about Mr. Frodo? Is he in trouble?" Sam got defensive when he talked of his friend, I'd have to remember that.

"Uh, no," I was confused, "Why? Should he be?" I raised an eyebrow.

Frodo looked up and spoke for the first time.

"It was my fault that you were almost murdered Liz! I should be dead now!" He wailed.

Wow, pessimistic much?

"Okay, one: no it wasn't, two: no you shouldn't, and three: must I go over the whole 'almost wasn't did' thing again? I'm not dead, you did nothing to cause it, and the only reason Sam did was because-"

"Because I snarled at you, which woke him up, and he got protective of me, and almost killed you! Face it, if I didn't have this ring, not only could we be at home now, you would be perfectly fine!" Frodo cut me off disdainfully.

Okay, now I was intrigued.

"And how could an innocent golden ring cause all of this?" If I played my cards right, I might be able to get these two to talk.

But I was honestly curious.

Why would a stupid piece of jewelry make one tiny little man so depressed? I mean, when I was human, I hated jewelry as much as the next tomboy, but never enough to make me depressed!

Hm, how's that for a cliffhanger? Sorry the chapter was short, but I'm trying to figure out what I want to happen when Sam and Frodo tell my character about the Ring. If YOU (yes I'm talking to you) have a preference, please don't hesitate to PM me!
Also, do not hesitate to search for my friend, RiverOtter1 who has some amazing stories and is a really great person to talk to! Check her out!

Please review! If you review I'll be your best friend! Or if you don't like me, I'll stay as far away from you as possible! :)