Hi! So you know how I said this was going to be the last chapter? Yeah, well I was wrong. So here is the (probably) second-to-last chapter. I made it exta long to make up for the wait! Cookies to anyone who reviews!

Lily POV

"OOF!" I shot back up from where I had just tripped. That's odd. My knees felt all wobbly.

"Get back here thou pribbling swag-bellied miscreant sheep-biting slug! Drop into the rotten mouth of death!" Darn. He seems to have disappeared. Speaking of disappeared, so have I.

Hold on! Where am I! I whirled about, seeking my bearings. It was dark, late evening by the look of things. Suddenly I recognized my surroundings.

I was now next to the blackberry bushes at the edge of the woods. All the way across the yard from the tower!

"Is it lost, precious?"

I turned towards the voice. There was no one there.

"Is it...confused? Gollum! Gollum!"

I turned again. Still no one.

"Hee-Hee! Can't see!" I felt a hard pull on my trenchcoat.

"Hey-" Without warning I hit the ground with enough force to nearly knock the wind out of me. I heard something nasty whispering in my ear.

"Isss it...Tasty?" I flipped onto one knee, then up on my feet and struck out instinctively with my sword. There was a shreik. There he is. I found him cowering on his behind, unhurt, but clearly flummoxed.

"That'll be enough of that!" I gasped, still out of breath.

"Wes is sorry precious, wes is sorry sorry!" He sniveled, his glinting eyes stared up at my outstretched blade. Now what? I can't let him out of my sight. But I can't hurt him. Actually, I've always wanted to talk to him!

"Wes is lost, precious, lost! We stay out of its way, precious. Gollum! Gollum!" He got up to crawl away.

"No! Stay! Stay Smeagol! Stay!"

"Stay? Why should we stay? Gollum! Gollum!" Gollum sneered.

"Smeagol? It calls us...Smeagol?" Smeagol whispered.

"Yeah, Smeagol. Look, I don't want to hurt you," I slowly lowered my sword, (still keeping a good grip on it just in case,) "I just want to talk to you."

"We not listen to you!" Gollum shouted and tried to run away.

"Oh yes, you do." I put my weapon in his path for emphasis.

"Hrrrlllll! Aach!" he went limp as a ball of wet string,"Precious, don't let it hurt us, precious! Lost! Lost we are precious! Only lost!"

"I know. You don't belong here. Tell me Smeagol, where were you before you were lost?"

"The Great River! With all the taaaasty fishes!" He licked his lips hungrily.

"Then what?"

"Poor Smeagol was eaten! Eaten by the naaasty purple mouth! Gollum! Gollum! Too bony! Spit out here."

"Where exactly?" He muttered something about 'woodses.'

"I'm not going to kill you. Come on, one good turn deserves another. Take me to it. Show me."

Olivia POV

"Lily!" I called. "Li- Hey... who's that?" I saw a figure standing in the shadows. "Hello?" I coudn't see who it was. The figure stepped out of the shadows and I saw who it was. "Denethor?!" I couldn't believe it. "Are you Denethor?!"

"Yes. Who are you?" He smirked condescendingly, (Somehow). He's probably related to a snake.

"I've always wanted to do this." I walked up to him. "YOU ARE A JERK!" I emphesized each word with a smack. "That wasn't very nice, but it felt wonderful you horrible cowardly snake."

His face contorted with anger, but before he could speak he suddenly dissapeared. "What's going on here?!" I said. I started back to the water tower in confusion. All the orcs had vanished, even the dead ones. "Wow this rift is weird." I heard swords clashing, and shouting to my right. When I turned, I saw a huge, thundering monstrosity. It was a cave troll.

"Watch out, Olivia!" Pippin yelled. The troll bent down and swung his club at me. I jumped back, but not quite far enough. My head went 'BOOM' and exploded with light. Everything seemed so far away...

"Back you hideous brute!"

"HRAH!"

"Ai!"

"Aim for the eyes!"

"RAAR!"

'THUD'

"Ha cuiol?"

"Ha! Take that, felled beast!"

"Stay, Gimli. It is dead."

"Are you alright?"

Boromir's face floated in the mist.

"Hey, look the sky is purple!" I babbled.

'No it's not, it's blue you loon!' My thoughts answered me.

And I responded. "But it's purple!"

'It's blue, now snap out of it and wake up!'

"But I don't want to!"

'Just wake up!' My thoughts sounded angry.

"Fine, have it your way!"

"Olivia!" he pleaded.

"What do you want?" I mumbled. I sat up. He looked very relieved.

"You say many strange things, how is your head?"

"It's... wibbly wobbly...timey wimey...wibbly wobbly...spacey wacey...ditzy doozy...dinky deeny...la dee da, loopty loo...lippity doo...dipity da...lippy toppy too ta...dingey dingey doo dee...doooey doo! Dooey doo! Doo we ooh, doo wee ooh wee ooh, dooey doo, dooey doo! Da da da da, da da da da, da da da da! Whoosh! I feel lightheaded... this is fun... I like being lightheaded... it's fun. " My mind wanted to snap out of it, but my mouth said otherwise. Everyone had rushed over to where I sat, and they all looked very worried.

"Will she be okay?" Pippin asked.

"She'll come around. It's just a matter of time." Gandalf replied.

And then my brain kicked back in.

"Ow. And I mean ow as in ow ow ow yikes ouchie. I have a headache." I had stopped my mindless babbling and now all I really wanted was for my head to stop being torn to pieces and for the pieces to stop being run over by a train.

"Can you stand up?" Asked Aragorn.

"Just a sec." I slowly got up, but the world spun around and started to get blotchy. Once I had stabilized the world, and my vision had cleared up, I remembered that right before I got whacked by the troll I had seen a suspiciously purple glow in the distance behind the monster.

"Hey guys, right before the troll thing, I think I saw the rift."

"Well where was it?" Gandalf raised his eyebrows.

"I think it was off over that way." I pointed farther into the woods.

"We must go." Gandalf swept his staff toward where I had pointed. "Lead the way."

"But what about Lily?!" I was becoming more worried by the second.

"She will be fine. If anything has happened to her, it will most likely be reversed once we are back in our own world."

"But what if it isn't!?"

"Relax lass," Gimli slapped me on the arm reassuringly, "Yer sister is almost as capable as me own when it comes to that sword she's got. She's probably 'avin' a grand old time."

"You have a sister?"

"Well," He turned a bit red.

"A sister?!" Boromir was flabbergasted.

"Does she have a beard?" Legolas asked with a twinkle in his eye.

"Oh, well they all do-" he started.

"Never mind that!" Merry grabbed my hand earnestly. "Your sister is amazing. I don't know 'er as well as you do but I know sure as oaks she can take care of herself."

"Yeah!" Pippin added enthusiastically, "She'll be fine!"

"She is more than she appears..." Frodo murmured dreamily. He was very pale. Sam glanced at his master worriedly, then looked up at me with those hopelessly adorable eyes of his.

"Don't you worry 'bout 'er, miss. I think Gandalf's right, best we can do is find that door jus' as soon as ever we can." No one can say no to those eyes. No one.

"Oh fine, then let's get you there." I started in the direction of the purple glow, and luckily I had been that way once or twice before. Okay fine, once. "Ouch! Dumb prickers." I had only gone a few yards and I had already been pricked by the briars that dominated our woods. There were lots of fallen trees in our way, along with thorns, ditches, and little hills, but we were making progress.

Third person POV.

About thirty minutes later they all had received at least three scratches, and were finally approching the rift. Aragorn suddenly held up his hand and shushed everyone.

"What is it Aragorn?" Legolas whispered. Aragorn didn't reply, but a strange expression came upon Frodo's face and he slid his sword from his scabbard. It glowed brilliant blue.

"Really? Really? Rrg. I hate orcs." Olivia hissed.

"Quiet! They are close!" Gandalf warned in an almost whisper. Then a single orc wandered into their hiding spot.

"Hey! They're over h-" He had an arrow through his forehead before he could finish, however the scout had already done his damage. There was yelling and snarling from the direction of the rift, and soon a small contingent of orcs was marching upon them, lead by a general whose head looked like a big fleshy pink sponge with beady black eyes. The group moved into the clearing in which the purple, scar-like rift floated, guarded by a small band of orcs. Although the group of orcs was on the smaller side, their captain seemed on the smarter side. He had already had his mindless followers form ranks, and was now leading a charge directly toward the fellowship and Olivia. Aragorn and Gandalf unsheathed their swords, Gimli readied his ax, and Legolas and Olivia got out their bows.

"We must make it through the rift at all costs!" Gandalf said, and then stabbed the first orc to come near him. Olivia had backed up onto a small hill for a better vantage point, and was shooting as many orcs as she could. She reached back into her quiver for another arrow. She gasped. Her quiver was empty.

"Uh-oh. Oh no, this is not good. This is very not good." She looked around nervously. "Hey, uh somebody? I kinda got a problem!" Her heart raced, as she realized that everyone was so extremely busy that they couldn't hear her. An orc noticed her inactivity and started up the incline to where she was standing. She wanted to scream or run, but she couldn't. Olivia stood glued to the spot, paralyzed with fear as the orc gained speed and ran up the hill. As it reached her it slowed, eyeing her carefully, looking for weapons. Finding nothing, the creature's features convulsed in an ugly smirk. It then gave her a vicious kick to the shin, slamming her to the ground. She managed to roll onto her back, but the orc simply pinned her to the ground with a filthy boot. He leered down at her, raising his sword high in the air. She watched as it began its swift decent.

'CLANG'

The orc blade is suddenly cross-cut by another. It shimmered and shined, brilliantly white against that of her attacker. In an instant both swords disappeared from view. She struggled to sit up as she listene to the furious cacophony of steel on steel. There was an odd 'klipch' and she heard something land on the ground next to her. Raising herself to a sitting position, she caught sight of a familiar shade of red. The orc was sitting against a fallen tree, its eyes wild with terror, as the owner of the brilliant sword leaned into its face. One word was said to the cowering cretin. One word, spoken in an even tone, so low that it could barely be heard.

"Mine."

Then, finishing the orc with a quick thrust, the figure in the red leather trenchcoat turned.

"LILY!"

"OLIVIA!"

Lily rushed to her sister and hugged her tightly. Tears ran down her cheeks.

"Are you alright?"

"Yeah," she sobbed.

"I'm so glad you're safe." Lily whispered. Olivia could tell she was shaking.

"Where were you?" Olivia asked.

Lily sat back and looked over the troubling situation below for the first time.

"It's kind of a long story..."