Umm, here's chapter 2! Woohoo... ya... Please review! Honestly tell me if i over did it :)

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normal= just normal stuff :P

Chapter 2: What the?..

The four hobbits stood staring at the five approaching forms with their swords drawn. They were shaking with fear as the Ring Wraith approached closer and closer to them. Sam was standing in the front with Merry and Pippin flanking him, Frodo was behind looking as frightened and guilty as ever. All of a sudden Sam lurched at the closest wraith but was swiftly cast aside. Merry and Pippin attempted covering the gap but were too thrown to the sides and Frodo found himself staring at the five creatures in front of him.

HE itched to put the Ring on in hopes that they will not see him then. He began backing away from the advancing Riders but didn't make it far before his heel tripped over something and he fell back. Seeing no other way he took out the Ring and was about to put it one when…

"Fuck Nora! We are in the middle of the Amun Sûl tower! And… are those the Nazgul?" came female voice. Everyone/thing froze for a split second, looking at the two new comers. Then 2 of the Riders broke off and began advancing the girls just as Frodo finally put the Ring on.

"Frodo! NO!" Nora was in slight shock: just a minute ago she blanked out in front of Dasha's TV and now she stood, with her best friend and watched as Frodo got stabbed right at their very eyes. When it seemed like things couldn't get worse, two of the wraiths were now raising their blades at her and Dasha.

"Fuck…" muttered Dasha just as the Nazgul swung the blade. She quickly dropped into a low crouch just missing the sword but noticed that her friend was slightly less lucky. Nora attempted to twist out of the blow and mostly managed but the blade was real long, thus managing to cut her right cheek. Nora gasped and grabbed it, Well I always wanted a scar like that… I guess I should thank this thing later. Was her sarcastic thought wen she felt how long the wound was.

"Ok isn't Aragorn supposed to appear now?" asked Dasha looking around frantically after backing away from yet another blow. She felt something in her trouser's pocket and took it out happily realizing that it was her knife. She opened it and Nora almost laughed at the image of her friend standing with a four inch knife against the wraith's nearly 2 meter sword (almost being the key word here). Nora cursed her klutziness right when she, much like Frodo, backed up and tripped falling on her back, Shit…

"Holy fuck!" she heard the blondes voice and saw her throw the knife at the fast approaching Nazgul. It went straight through its torso and landed next to Nora. The thing gave out a horrible screech and backed up much to the girl's surprise. Just when that happened Dasha felt a stab on the side of her throat and just a second later in her stomach. She screamed as searing pain shot through her. "Ahh! YOU FUCKING SON OF A FUCKING BITCH!"

Then seemingly out of thin air Aragorn seemed to show up and fight with the wraiths using a torch and a sword. Nora crawled over to her friend who was still cursing everything, Well at least that means that she is alive… she thought. Noticing that Merry had also come towards them she quickly nodded to the hobbit.

"Is she alright?" asked the hobbit with a shaking voice.

"Well, she's been better. You think you guys could help? By the way you might want to check up on Frodo…" said Nora to the hobbit looking slightly worried as blood flowed out of Dasha's mouth.

"Can you STOP your talking and do something about the mother fucking stab?" screamed Dasha making the hobbit wince and Nora smirk.

Just then Aragorn came up looking at the two with slight curiosity but mostly a worried expression. "How did you get here?"

"Look it's a long story and my friend here is on the verge of dying! Please, Strider, we need your help!" said Nora noticing that her friend became much too pale and her eyes seemed to roll back. She was still breathing but the cursing stopped, which worried Nora even more. She looked up at the ranger and noticed the hesitation in his eyes.

"Alright, but you will tell us what happened," his voice was tight and icy. He told Merry and Sam to help drag Dasha over to a clearing in a nearby forest as he took Frodo in his arms. Nora felt her own wound throb and she tried very hard not to look at Dasha throat cut. Of all things in the world the throat was her biggest fear, she winced slightly and continued moving as fast as possible after Aragorn.

Both the wounded were muttering things while unconscious and all of a sudden Dasha's eyes flew open, her pupils were large making the effect of her eyes being black and glassy. Frodo's on the other hand were blue with no pupil visible. To say the least Nora was frightened, she in Middle Earth, with her best friend who was fatally wounded. She did not know whether Arwen will be able to take both Frodo and Dasha, and she did not know what to tell Strider of their coming.

They reached the clearing in the dark forest, the wing was cold and the earth wet with little sprinkles from the slight rain. This is pathetic and overly dramatic! Thought Nora just as Sam and Aragorn returned with King's Foil for the wounds. She noticed that instead of Arwen, it was Glorfindel that came, Hmm… So they go book version? Or just parts? Well, wait and see, Dasha will be happy that it was Glorfindel though… She always liked that better than Arwen... She thought again watching the beautiful elf slide off of his horse and walk towards Aragorn noticing two wounded bodies one of whom was female he raised an eyebrow and talked to Aragorn in hushed voices.

Finally coming to an agreement Glorfindel marched up to Dasha's pale body, picked her up and placed on the horse just as Aragorn came up with Frodo.

"Where are you taking him?" asked a worried Sam.

"Hush! They will bring them to Lord Elrond who will be able to fix their wounds," murmured Nora to the hobbit not noticing the surprised look she received from the two men… er… man and elf. Hopefully… she added in her head looking at her limp friend who had foam coming out of her mouth. That made her chuckle lightly Dasha's turning into Fordo the ballerina! She thought to herself and had to bight on her cheek to stop herself from laughing. She watched as Glorfindel jumped up on the horse and sped away.

"Now, who are you? And how do you know so much?" at the tone of his voice she gulped and had to stop herself from stepping backwards.

"I'll tell you, however you need to understand that the tale is hard to believe," said the girl Or woman? looking him strait in the eyes. Strider simply nodded and motioned for her to continue.

"Well, we are not from here. I suppose we are from a different world. Dasha and I come from a planet called Earth, and I can tell you the rest only when we get to Rivendell… I'm sorry, but I don't feel safe here nor do I want to repeat the story for Lord Elrond and Gendalf," said Nora with surprising confidence. She shivered slightly from the cold and looked down at her loose Snoopy PJ pants and shirt. Aragorn noticing the shiver gave her a blanket from one of the packs.

"Thanks," she whispered and sat down on the ground, God, we have to track for 4 days and they don't trust me, fun! I hope Dasha's alright. She thought and faintly heard Aragorn say that they will rest here for the rest of the night. She sat staring off into the distance, then having enough, she laid down and fell asleep, her last thoughts being God I wish this was actually happening! I want to stay in Middle Earth, be part of the Fellowship! Ah, I wish it weren't a dream.