"Well then... Glad that's over..." Gimli grunted, but he was interrupted by another blinding flash of light, and another loud sucking noise, and another green elf appeared, hovering above the ground.

This one had a bright red blindfold covering his eyes, a quiver full of arrows, and a bow that was loaded with a flaming arrow. He had bright blue hair like Stealth Elf, but his was cut short, and it was tied up on the back of his head with a red ribbon.

Just as before, his eyes were not focused on any of them, and he rolled, coming up kneeling, with the flaming arrow pointed at a very frightened Sam.

"I am the flame!" he cried, and with that, there was another flash of white light, and a blast of cold air, and he landed in a roll on the stones.

As soon as he landed, he turned angrily on Legolas, and he now had three flaming arrows loaded in his bow. They were all aimed at Legolas.

"Why did you shoot my sister?" he asked, sounding very calm about Stealth Elf's death.

"She was going to take the Ring. I am sorry I reacted this way. I have taken the life of a fellow elf. I shall forever walk this earth with a heavy heart..." Legolas barely whispered, hanging his head in shame.

Stealth Elf's brother lowered his bow, and stared at Legolas confusedly. Then, to everyone's surprise he started laughing.

"Oh my gosh! HAHA! You though you killed my sister? YOU THOUGHT YOU KILLED STEALTH ELF? BWAHAHAHA! AHAHAHA! Oh god, my belly!" he cried between fits of laughter, rolling around on the stones and giggling like he had lost his mind.

So Legolas hadn't killed Stealth Elf? Impossible! He had seen it with his own eyes; there was no way anyone could survive an arrow through the heart.

Legolas was thinking the same thing, and he said sadly, "No, she is dead, I shot her through the heart."

Again, the elf burst into laughter, and when he had calmed down a little, he wiped the tears from his eyes, and giggled, "You can't kill us, fools. She's just resting, and so I came, because I rolled the highest number. You almost got Chop-Chop instead of me."

"Chop-Chop?" asked Elrond, still in shock.

"You can't be killed?!" cried Legolas. Aragorn felt the exact same way. They had no choice but to make friends with these green elves, because they certainly did not want them as enemies.

"We are sorry for...injuring... your sister. Please, can we be civil, and not shoot each other, for unlike you..."

"Skylanders," the elf supplied.

"Unlike you Skylanders, we CAN be killed."

"Well duh..." muttered the green elf, "By the way, my name's Flameslinger. Pleased to meet you. It's not a big deal, you shooting my sister an all. It's just, it's usually ME shooting my sister, and I get kind of protective if someone else knocks her out of play. Only I get to knock my sister out."

"So you shoot your sister regularly?" asked Legolas, staring at Flameslinger, "with flaming arrows?"

"Oh, yeah. Guess I can't really expect you to know this... We don't feel pain. Our bodies can handle a certain amount, and then we collapse, and are taken back to base. Base is essentially a small room floating in time and space... We hang out there when we're not needed to fight Lord Kaos. Speaking of Kaos, it was him and stupid Grumshanks who managed to banish us from Skylands with a powerful spell, and now we're stuck here,"

"We will do all we can to assist you, but in the meantime, we also could use your assistance, " said Elrond, finally regaining his composure.

"Yes, yes. Sauron and the evil Ring of Power, bla, bla, bla. I'd have Spyro come and take it to be destroyed, but Spyro wouldn't take kindly to having an arrow stuck in his scales."

"Scales?" Aragorn questioned. Was Spyro a snake? He thought that these Skylanders were all elves. Perhaps he was wrong.

"Yes, do you need your ears cleaned? Spyro is a dragon."

Everyone in the hall gasped. "You associate with those foul Wyrms?!" cried Gimli, and Gloin turned redder than a beet, as the dwarf cried, "Kill him!"

"What is wrong with you guys?" asked Flameslinger, staring at the older dwarf, who was gripping his axe tightly, his pudgy hands turning white with the pressure.

"Forgive him, Flameslinger, the dragons we know of are evil, merciless creatures, who have earned themselves a bad reputation pillaging villages, and living under mountains, gloating over their piles of stolen treasure. Gloin here has seen one in person, on a quest a while back. Anyone who has seen the horrible Smaug cannot easily forgive a dragon," Aragorn blurted out quickly, before the elf took offense, and shot Gloin full of flaming arrows.

"I see... However, you also have not seen Spyro. Spyro would never just sleep under a mountain, much less gloat over treasure. Why would he? He enjoys flying, and roasting goblins, not lazing around. That and pursuing Cynder," the elf giggled.

"Cynder?" asked Lord Elrond.

"Yeah, she's one of those Death Element guys. Always showing off, frying sheep with her electricity," the elf explained.

"Electricity?"

"Yeah, she has lightning breath. Not nearly as cool as Sonic Boom, with his Sonic Shriek and all,"

"Death Element? Sonic Boom? Sonic Shriek? Hold on a minute, slow down! My brain is going to burst!" cried Pippin. It was the first time the hobbit had spoken, and he seemed extremely keen to learn all about Skylanders.

"Our kind is sorted by elements. Obviously, I'm of the Fire Element. Stealth Elf is of the Life Element. Cynder is Death, and Spyro is Magic. Oh, and Sonic Boom is a gryphon, and when she shrieks, it's really painful, but even worse if you're within her shriek radius. It's really strange, but you can see the sound waves coming from her mouth, and it one of those bad boys hits you, well... it's not very healthy..."

"Death fights on the good side in your world? Strange..." muttered Merry.

"Yeah, Death Element Skylanders do at least. Now, things like spiders and other critters of the Death Element mostly serve Lord Kaos."

"Lord Chaos..." Pippin muttered. "Makes sense..."

"By the way, just to clear things up, it's spelled with a k, not a ch," Flameslinger added.

"Okay..." muttered Pippin, furrowing his forehead like he was trying to work out how that would be spelled.

"Anyways, you might want to cover your eyes, because I'm sending in Spyro. See ya!"

Before anyone could do what Flameslinger suggested, they were blinded by a flash of light yet again. Flameslinger disappeared. A moment later, before their eyes even focused again, another flash of lightning struck, followed by a loud sucking noise, same as every time before.

This time, there was no elf floating in the courtyard, but what appeared to be a dragon. However, this dragon was no bigger than a cow! And it was deep purple, with a golden underbelly, and such small gold wings, Aragorn was positive it couldn't get off the ground.

But when he spoke, Aragorn nearly fell over from shock.

When the purple dragon cried out, "All fired up!", he sounded like Frodo. Not just close, but identical.