A/N: OHHHHHH MYYYYY GOOOOOOSH

I love you. I love each and every single one of you who faved, who reviewed, who followed...anything. I love you all so much. ;w;

When I uploaded that last chapter, I honestly expected to get no feedback other than Kathryn. I mean...I just felt so awful for not uploading in so long, and in my head, I was thinking "Look, Erin, now you've gone a blown it. Everyone's probably forgotten about this fic by now cause you're stupid and had to procrastinate for so many days. Way to go. You screwed it up."

And then I checked my email.

And my inbox exploded.

And I almost cried.

Thank you so so so so so so so sooooooooooooooo so so so much for still sticking with this, you guys. Seriously, I was so scared that everyone would be like "E4me100? Who's that?" So it's seriously really relieving to know that people out there still remember me. :3 Even though I don't deserve it one bit.

Thank you. Thank you thank you thank you. I love you all~

And now to respond to a couple of reviews I got:

Kathinamori: KATHRYN BBZ I LOVE YOU SO MUCH GUUUURL~ I love you 5ever for getting me to update again. ;w; And YES SKINNY JEANS OMW XD I knew I had to do it to someone, and at first I was like "...Should I do it to Legolas? That's like...really predictable...LOL NVM LEGGLES WILL FOREVER BE TORMENTED BY ME MWAHAHAHA"

Link's Rose: Ahhh, I hate when that happens. D: And thank you so much for thinking we're awesome! C: I'll be sure to tell the girls that you said that! That'll make their day. XD It's funny, because I was actually asked a couple times while writing the other series if I was gonna do a sequel...and while this isn't really a sequel, it's kind of a weird reverse-scenario kind of thing. You know what I mean? (probably not lol) I'll probably have already messaged you about the Mary-Sue thing before I get this uploaded, so...C:

On with the fic! (Did I seriously just waste a whole page in OpenOffice with the A/N? Never again. -_-)

Chaos Unleashed: Chapter Five

Erin's POV

I didn't immediately turn around and look at him once we stepped inside. I just walked forward to the middle of the room and let out a breath. "So...this is my room. Uh...sorry, it's kinda small, but hopefully you can make yourself at home well enough." I paused, not sure what else to say. "Since we're gonna be sharing this room now, I guess it's not a big deal if you want to borrow any of my stuff for some reason. The only thing I ask that you absolutely don't mess with is my laptop-" I pointed in its general direction "-and my clothes." I took a few more steps forward and subconsciously ran my fingers over my blankets from where I stood at the foot of the bed. "But, I mean... I'd prefer it if you asked me first before you use something anyway." He didn't say anything in response, and I turned around after a minute, confused. "Legolas?"

To my surprise, he wasn't even looking at me. A painting of the tree-covered hill that was Caras Galadhon against a sunset sky had caught his eye from where it hung on my wall, and he was staring at it with his lips parted slightly in what I assumed was shock. "This is the great elven city of Lothlórien," he said. His piercing blue gaze suddenly flicked to me. "You did this?"

My face burned with embarrassment. "...Uh, y-yeah," I stuttered, "but it was a long time ago."

What he said next caught me off guard. "It is beautiful."

I blinked. "Oh! Thanks."

He nodded, eyes continuing to search my walls and look at the other things that decorated them. I was suddenly very aware of the large gaps where my Legolas posters had been, but thankfully he didn't seem to notice it. "And you made all of these?" he asked.

"Not all," I corrected him. "Some of them are just really big posters; images that other people made, that you can buy in stores. Like this one." I reached out to the nearby wall and tapped a Mario Party 9 poster. "I got it as a gift one year from a friend."

He smiled a bit, then raised an eyebrow at me when he noticed how there were more Lord of the Rings posters than any others. "You take great interest in these movies about our quest, I see."

I laughed a bit uncomfortably and looked away. "Yeah...I guess it...it just became a passion of mine, you know? I mean, I've been a fan of them since I was eight. And it's just so...enchanting to me." I smiled a bit as I sat down on my bed. "To think that one man devoted nearly all his life to create such a fantastic tale, and then go on to develop an insanely detailed history about it...I mean, he invented so many different races, and for each race, he developed different languages, in-depth cultures and customs, different ideas for how they looked, acted, talked. And then another ingenious man decided to take the challenge of capturing it on film for the world to see...and he did it perfectly." I fell silent at first, then quietly added "...It's the kind of world I always wished I could escape to."

I lifted my head to look at Legolas, hoping that the last comment didn't sound too weird. He just looked back at me for a moment, head tilted just a hair to the side, thinking about what I'd just said. "You wish to come to Middle-Earth?"

"More than anything," I said honestly. "There have been so many times when my life has just been so messed up, and the one thing that can always get my back in a good mood is to go watch the movies or reread the books...and just take the time to immerse myself in it." I chuckled as I recalled another memory. "In fact, when I was much younger, only a little kid, I remember after the first time I watched the movies, I ran outside and spent the rest of the day pretending I was an elf princess who was going on an adventure to find her missing prince."

That got a small laugh out of Legolas, too. "You wanted to be an elf?"

"I did." I didn't know why I was already being so open with him and talking about this kind of thing already. Maybe it was because I knew I could trust him. Maybe it was because I wanted to be open and get him to trust me. I laughed a little more as I went on. "And I would always get upset when I woke up, looked in the mirror, and saw that I still didn't have pointy ears."

He laughed again, then asked another question. "You said that Middle-Earth is an escape for you. But what are you escaping from?"

At that, I sighed. Oh, if only I had time to list them all. "From this world. Don't get me wrong, I mean, I love the life that I have now, but...there's just so many things about our world that aren't right. Wars, violence, betrayal, and...and no value for some of the important things in life. To me, Middle-Earth is just so much purer and full of more good than here."

"But we still have wars," he said. "We always have, and always will."

"I know," I said. "Sadly, war is something that no one can get away from. But in Middle-Earth, it just...it just seems like it'd be much more enjoyable for me than living through all the crap that happens here." I finally fell silent again, not feeling the need to say any more. The two of us just stayed where we were, staring at the ground and letting the conversation hang in the air.

Suddenly, a sharp knock came on the door, causing me to nearly jump out of my skin. "Legolas!" I heard Boromir's muffled voice say. "I've finished. You may use the shower now."

"Thank you," the elf replied.

I looked back at him. "You remember how to use it, right?"

"Yes, I believe so."

"Cool. I have to get up early tomorrow, so I think I'm just gonna go to bed now, okay? I'll get some blankets and pillows and stuff piled up on the floor for you, and you can adjust them however you want to sleep in."

He nodded. "All right. Thank you, Erin."

I offered up a friendly smile. "No problem."

oOo

Kathryn's POV

"...and I think that's pretty much all you'll need to know about my room." I finished my short speech and smiled at the two hobbits standing in front of me. "I'll set up a little area where you can sleep...and you two were gonna shower, right?" They both nodded.

"You can go first, Mr. Frodo," Sam said.

The blue-eyed hobbit nodded. "Thank you, Sam. Kathryn, where can I find soaps and other things to use again?"

"Kaia should've set everything up for you already," I answered, "so you shouldn't need to really look for anything."

"All right. I'm off, then." With a short nod to the two of us, Frodo turned and headed over to the bathroom.

Once he was gone, I turned to Sam. "Do you mind helping me move my dresser over a little? I was thinking of having you two sleep in the corner there." I pointed to show him what I meant.

Sam followed my finger, then nodded. "Of course, Miss Kathryn."

I rolled my eyes as we walked over to the dresser. "How many times do I have to tell you not to call me 'Miss?'"

"Sorry," he said quickly. "Kathryn. Just Kathryn."
I laughed a bit. "There you go. Now, why don't we just try and push this thing over..." The two of us successfully managed to slide the semi-heavy dresser a few feet to the right, leaving a bigger area in the corner for Frodo and Sam. Unfortunately, some of the junk I kept on top of the piece of furniture got knocked off in the process, so we then had to pick that up.

I'd just grabbed two chapsticks before they'd rolled underneath my bed when I heard Sam speak up. "Kathryn? What's this?"

Looking up, I saw he held the speaker for my iPod in his hand and smiled. "That's called a speaker. It's this cool little thing that plays music when you stick something into it."

"What goes into it?"

"I'll show you!" I reached into my pocket and pulled my iPod out so he could see. "This is called an iPod. With it, you can listen to music, look at pictures, watch movies, play games...honestly, these guys do just about anything." I quickly untangled my headphones and held out one. "Here. Put this in your left ear." I made sure the volume was at a reasonable level once Sam stuck it in, then pressed play. Instantly, a song by my favorite band called Broken Iris started to play.

Sam's eyes got huge, and his jaw dropped. "...That's amazing!" He peered down curiously at my iPod. "How does it do that?"

I shrugged. "Even I don't know the answer to that. But yeah, they're pretty cool." I paused the song and removed the ear buds. "Now watch. If I take these out...and set the iPod down in here..." I hit play again, and the song went on, but now it came out of the speaker that Sam still held in his hand.

I must've startled him, because he almost dropped it. "How's that possible?" he asked in wonder.

"Oh, just you wait," I said excitedly. "You haven't seen anything yet. Heck, that's just the beginning of what iPods can do." That statement led to more questions from him, and I was more than willing to answer them. For the next twenty minutes or so, we sat together on the floor, messing around with the little piece of technology as I explained to him what certain things were and how they worked.

Right after I'd finished showing Sam how my favorite photo editing app worked (and taking several selfies of us both in the process), Frodo came back. I smiled at seeing him in the doorway with a wet head and wearing a t-shirt and gym shorts that were obviously too big for him. "Hey!"

"Hello," he said. "Sam, you can go get washed up now. I'm done." Sam nodded and quietly slipped out as I exited out of the photo of him that I'd just been messing around with.

"So how was your shower? Did you get wet?" As soon as the words were out of my mouth, I froze and slowly raised my head to look at Frodo, who was staring back at me, wide-eyed. "Oh my God...I swear I didn't mean to say that!" I burst out laughing at my own mistake, and to my surprise, Frodo did too.

"Why on Earth did you ask me that?" he said, still chuckling.

"I'm so sorry," I replied. "It's this thing that Kaia, Erin and I do. After one of us showers, we'll just look at them and go..." Here I lowered my voice and changed my tone to make it sound slightly sexual. "...Did you get...wet?"

Frodo laughed even more. "Really?"

"Yeah," I nodded. "You should do it to them sometime, just to freak them out." The hobbit smiled at that idea and nodded his agreement, and I laughed again. "You're alright, kid. You're alright." I held out my fist expectantly, then realized what I was doing when he just stared at it blankly. "Bump your fist against mine," I explained. "It's called a brofist. Friends do it to each other."

"Ah." He copied my fist and touched it to mine, looking to me for approval. "That is a...a brofist?"

"Yep." I grinned. "You're one of us now."

He smiled again. "Wonderful." I went back to hopping on the internet via my iPod and checked my Tumblr for updates, as I did often. As I scrolled through my dashboard, laughing quietly to myself as I came across funny posts, I saw Frodo walking around my room and exploring it a bit through my peripheral vision. After a few minutes, I heard him speak. "What are these?"

I paused and looked up. "Oh! You found my manga collection!"

His brow furrowed in confusion. "Your what?"

I got up from where I was seated and walked over to him, taking the Japanese comic book out of his hand. "It's called manga. They come from a country far away from here called Japan, and it's a little book that tells a story with pictures drawn in a certain style." I flipped through the book quickly to show him. "See?"

Frodo's frown deepened. "But...you're reading it backwards."

I laughed. "Oh, no. In Japan, they read their books from right to left, not left to right like we do. So technically, this is the way you're supposed to read them."

"I see. May I?" I handed him the book, and he started slowly flipping through it, bright blue eyes moving across the page as he looked it over.

I turned to the low shelf on my wall that held all the other books in the series and ran a hand over them. "It's part of a big series. I've got all the books right here." Frodo stopped skimming and looked back at me. "And the other really cool thing is that people will take the pictures and storylines of those manga books and turn them into a moving image, like the movies we explained to you earlier."

"But they still look like this?" Frodo pointed to a picture in the book.

"Yeah," I said, "but they're in color. The animated version's called...well, anime."

Frodo nodded and went back to skimming through the book again. After awhile, he asked another question. "What's the name of this..."

"Manga." I filled in for him.

"Yes. Manga. What is this one called?"

A small grin appeared on my face. "Shugo Chara. It's my favorite series ever."

"Really?" I nodded. Frodo flipped through three more pages of the book, then turned back to me and said the most beautiful thing I'd heard all day long. "It seems interesting. Would you mind if I read all of them?"

It took all I had not to squeal and suffocate him with a hug, and I nodded furiously. "Frodo Baggins...you and I are gonna be great friends."

oOo

Kaia's POV

"Trent, I know!" I said as I paced back and forth in the music room. "I'm sorry!"

"No, Kaia," my bassist's voice came crackling through the speaker of my phone. "You can't keep pulling this shit on me. You just told me a couple hours ago that we could meet tomorrow!"

"And we still can!" I replied, exasperated. "Just not at my house! We have...guests over."

"Then tell them to get out and go somewhere else!"

"Trent!" I shouted. "Stop being an asshole!" I groaned in frustration and stopped pacing. "I'm sorry, but this was something unexpected! Can't we just meet at Jen's house?" Our drummer was a pretty cool girl, so I didn't see the problem with asking her to host the meeting.

"That's not the point!" Trent cried. "The point is that you keep acting like a little bitch and changing our plans at the last minute! Just because you're the lead singer doesn't mean you get whatever you want! I'm the one who formed this band anyway!"

I frowned. "Uh, excuse me? We formed it together. I'm the one who came to you first."

"Does that really fucking matter? All I'm concerned about is getting everyone to meet up somewhere tomorrow. But since you're being an ass and changing shit again..."

"Oh my God, would you stop?" I hissed. "Just tell Jen that we gotta do it at her house!"

After a minute, Trent sighed. "Fine. I'll call Jeremy and tell him things have changed. But you'd better hope that Jen can still do it in the afternoon, or I'm gonna fucking murder you."

I rolled my eyes. "Bye, Trent."

"Fuck off."

I pulled the phone away from my ear and hung up, then growled in frustration and punched the wall (though not hard enough to leave a dent or anything). What the shit is his problem lately? He's yelling at me for not getting my act together, and he's the one that's bossing everyone around like he's in charge all the time! God damn, I want to punch him! Trent had seemed like an awesome guy when we first met, and I couldn't deny that he had sick guitar skills, too. He was just really hotheaded...and so was I. When the two of us butted heads, the feud usually lasted for awhile before either of us would cool off. And even then, neither of us would ever admit to being wrong. We'd just move on and act like it never happened. But lately we'd been at each other's throats pretty often...for several weeks, in fact.

It had crossed my mind a couple times that evening that he was gonna try and pull something to get me kicked out of the band, which I desperately hoped wouldn't happen. God, if he did that...holy shit, I'd be screwed. And he knew it, too. Trent was very much aware that this band was my main source of income, and without it, I probably wouldn't be able to keep up with paying my share of the rent and bills for the house. What am I gonna do if that happens? Will that even happen? No...it shouldn't. Jen and Jeremy are cool, they wouldn't do anything like that. If anything, I could probably get Trent kicked out instead. But that wasn't an option. If he left, we'd be minus one bassist, and since we weren't professionals yet, it wasn't like we could just pluck a random bassist off the street to fill in for him. We'd basically be on hold until we could get another band member.

And to make matters worse, the same didn't necessarily go for me. I was the lead singer, yes, and that's an important position, but Jen had a good voice. She could easily take my place if she needed to. And Jeremy was the one who did backup vocals as it was. Even he could replace me if I was forced out of the band.

"Oh my God..." I groaned, lying down on the floor and dragged my hands down my face. "What the hell is going on with my band?" I laid there for a few minutes, trying to just relax and not think about it. However, that was pretty difficult to do when the room was absolutely plastered with posters of various bands that I loved, along with a handful of equipment I'd bought out of my own pocket through lots and lots of saving. I stared up at a poster of Paramore, my favorite band, and looked at Hayley Williams. "Give me advice, O Great and Powerful One."

Silence.

"...You suck." I slowly peeled myself off the floor and sighed again, finally deciding to head downstairs and get some ice cream. That would make everything better.

A/N: Hey guys! :D Quick little note here at the bottom, too. First off: Sorry that this chapter's shorter, but I promised Kathryn I would upload tonight, and I gotta go to bed soon. D:

Second: Kathryn and I are actually going on an all-weekend youth retreat tomorrow morning with the church youth group, so I won't be updating over the weekend. :I I'm bringing my fanfiction notebook with me though, so maybe I'll be able to write the next chapter out while I have free time there. :3 I hope so.

Third: Happy Valentine's Day/Single's Awareness Day! :D And don't forget to review! (Can't believe we're about to break 30 already! You're all awesome!)

~Erin