Hi! I know we've been gone for about three weeks, but we were in midterms and it was impossible to do anything but study or work. But last night we decided to push ourselves and make at least this chapter because we feel like we're not being very fair with you guys. BTW, oh my God! Thirty eight chapter! Yay!

Windy-san says: I never actually thought we would make it to forty, (since we do have some chapters on hold) I feel proud ^_^

38- Ghosts!

I don't know why I was so surprised to find green, ugly, zombie looking ghosts in Middle earth since everything here seems to be upside down and illogical. That night while we were at I-don't-remember-the name-of-that-cliff-place where the men of Rohan were making camp to then ride to the Giant war, Legolas had the decency of waking me up in the middle of the night to tell me that they were riding off into that path where the men said there were ghosts. Of course I thought it was just urban legends and didn't believed they actually existed. But then again, everything seems pretty possible here in Middle earth, but I still had my doubts and I was not really motivated to find out if they really existed or not. So I curled back into my warm cocoon of sheets and ignored the elf. That is until he came up with this comment:

"Fine, you may stay here. But I warn you, neither I, nor Gimli, nor Aragorn will be there to protect you when you ride into one of the largest wars of the Third Age."

That was when all the memories of the few war scenes of the third movie that I managed to stay awake through and watch flooded into me. I instantly jolted from my fake bed and yelled at him:

"When?! Tell me when you have ever helped me the tinniest bit during a single fight?! If I recall correctly, none of you bothered looking my way when we were in Moria and I was being dragged away by the skirt by an orc!"

Still, I was not about to charge into that gigantic war alone, and if there was the tinniest chance that either of them would protect me, then I was going to take it. So I jumped from my bed, got ready and followed Legolas to follow Aragorn into the Path of the Dead. Of course, had I known that that was the name of the road we were taking, I would have simply risked riding to war alone.

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"Well this is something unheard of!" Gimli exclaimed. "An elf would go underground, when a dwarf dare not? Oh, I'd never hear the end of it."

Before I could tell him that there was no way in hell that I was going into that death trap, I found myself being grabbed by certain dwarf and literally getting dragged in.

"No, no, no, nononononono! Let me go!" I whined miserably before going through the black curtain of fog and spider webs.

So this is what happened in there:

First, I was following Gimli when suddenly I hear Aragorn say:

"Do not look down."

At the same time, I feel something crack beneath my feet. You know that sick feeling you get when step on a roach and you get that sickening feeling? Well multiply that by infinity. HORRIBLE! That comment that Aragorn made was stupid because the first thing I did was look down. Now, the second thing I did was immediately screech and jump onto Gimli's back. That's the first and last time I ever heard the dwarf actually yelp, right before he lost his balance and fell face first into the sea of dirty, disgusting skulls. I lost no time in jumping back up and running like hell, wanting to find the closest person to jump on his back. I saw Legolas some meters away, so I darted in his direction and lunged myself at him, however, he quickly saw my intentions and dodged me gracefully. In turn, I landed with my face basically kissing one of the skulls. Have you seen a girl fly? Cause I flew up with lightning speed and almost reached the ceiling. Then I proceeded to do the dance of my people, which is basically jumping around on your tiptoes while exclaiming:

"Ewewewewewewewewewewewewewewewewewewewewewewe! Oh my God grosssssssss!"

To make things short, after that I nearly had a heart attack when a horde of green, gooey looking ghost appeared out of thin air and tried to kill us! As if orcs trying to kill you was not bad enough, now ghosts were also trying to kill us. Is there no safe place in this God forsaken world?! Oh, and one last detail, how do you feel about showering in a skull bath? I literally latched myself around Legolas and no man, elf, dwarf, hobbit, wizard or orc was going to make me release him until he dragged me out to safety. If I went down, he was going down with me since he's the one who dragged me into this hell hole in the first place.

Long story short, never trust elves, no matter how pretty they are.