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Sapphire:

"Alright, you guys go ahead and follow me from a distance. Stay in the bushes very far from where I am, or else the guards might spot you when they spot me. They should be distracted enough when I'm talking to them for you to creep past. Be careful, and don't be seen. I'll bring you food okay?" I jabbered to my three strange friends.

"Okay, but how will you find us?" asked Tyler, always the smart one. I shrugged. I hadn't really thought of that.

"I dunno, I'll just look for you okay? I'll do our secret call, and if you hear me, call back at intervals, so I can follow the sound back to you guys. And don't worry, if it's really me coming up to your hiding place, you'll know, because I don't really know how to creep silently through the forest."

The elf, warg, and orc who used to be my human friends (they still were my friends!) nodded slowly, and I was off, walking in what I hoped was the right direction.

"Um, you're going the wrong way..." mutter Julia.

"How would you know?" I replied snidely. She looked confused, but Peter came to her rescue, "I can smell elf in that direction. Fresh Elf flesh." The Warg licked his massive lips, and then cackled at our shock and discomfort. "Alright, alright, I'm just kidding," he said, grinning wildly.

"You know, you should probably come up with a story ahead of time, before you rush off with the fellowship. Also, we should probably change our names a little if we want to sound like we're from around here," noted Tyler quietly.

"Good point...But I'm not changing my name from Sapphire. I will be a female Ranger from far off lands in the South, where the culture is very different of course," I announced, leaving no room for discussion.

"Good idea. That would help explain the clothing," said Tyler. "And, just for the sake of fitting in with any Orcs we meet, I'll be Torzhug the Warg Rider. I'll be one of those single orc tribes that doesn't get involved with anything. Hopefully that will be enough to satisfy any Orcs who meet me, and ask why I don't have a weapon."

"I would swipe you a weapon! What kinds do you want anyways?" I asked, astonished that Tyler was planning on going without a weapon.

"Well, I really don't think I will need any weapons..." muttered Peter. "You know, the teeth and claws, and all that good junk. This is pretty awesome actually! I mean, look at me! I look so BOSS! Yes, that's it, you can call me THE WARG BOSS!"

"You know what? No. I am not going to call you 'The Boss Warg' Come on, be serious..." Julia muttered, rolling her eyes to show her frustration with her little...giant brother.

"How about, um...I know, you can be Pete, but spelled, P-e-e-t!"

"Peet the Warg, I like it!" said Julia. "I know what I'm going to be already. I want to be called Jewel. Since I don't know nearly as much about Middle Earth as you guys, I think I'll just pretend I have amnesia if I am questioned."

"Alright..." murmured Sapphire, not sure if their names being so related was to her liking. "Sapphire, Lady Ranger of the South, Torzhug, Warg Rider, Peet, and Jewel, the amnesiac elf. Sounds like a plan."

And with that, I headed in the direction Peter...Peet told me he smelled elf coming from. Unfortunately, I found that this smell was only coming from that direction because of a single elf, riding swiftly along the road. Arwen, on her elvish horse, which was racing as it fast as possibly could while carrying an elf and an unconscious hobbit. And pursuing her were all nine Ringwraiths...Nazgul... the dreaded Black Riders. They were screeching in anger and Arwen glanced back to see one of their black swords within inches of her horse. She yelled in shock, and urged her horse to run faster that it had ever run before. The poor horse's flanks had sweat streaming off of them in rivulets, and the beautiful beast was neighing agitatedly. I think I would be too, if I were that horse. Luckily, the Nazgul were too focused on their chase to notice me running behind them. I could almost keep up, with my overly long legs.

You see, I was the fastest person in my school. In my state. Even in my country. People said that one day, I would become the next, and even better Usain Bolt. Because not only could I run extremely fast, I could hold that pace for a considerable good time. I also packed a good punch. People used to tease me about being such a reading nerd, when I looked like a jock. Not anymore though. And yes, you are going to be like 'oh, what a coincidence, she's a black belt in Karate' Too freaking bad. I AM a black belt in Karate, and I have the belt to prove it. Oh wait... Shoot... I DON'T have the belt to prove it, because it's sitting at home in my closet, back on planet Earth. Oh well, never mind...

But Karate wasn't the only sport I'd ever done. In fact, I had done so many sports, it would take a full paragraph to list them all. I liked to keep changing sports, because everything came so easily to me, they became tedious an boring. I had yet to find a sport I wasn't a master at in three weeks. I had already gone through swimming, basketball, baseball, kickball, track, cross-country, wrestling, soccer, water skiing, snow skiing, wakeboarding, skateboarding, snowboarding, roller skating, archery, riflery, gymnastics (I had quit because nobody likes watching a hulking muscle-bound freak do gymnastics), fencing, football, weightlifting, and pole-vaulting. Shoot, I had even tried Yoga once, but only because Julia had insisted.

Well, I hate to say, not even super speedy me could keep up with a horse at full speed. Not even with the fact that I could run even faster in this world. Don't ask, because I don't know. That didn't really help though, because Elvish horses are even faster than our horses. This horse was going almost forty miles per hour! The record is around that on Earth! By the time I caught back up with Arwen, she was crouched on the ground beside her exhausted horse, saying to Frodo, "No! Not after you made it this far!"

And that was when I decided to screw my original plan, and go with the crazy nutcase plan that most people would take if they arrived in Middle Earth. I craftily came up with words that the elf would understand before I spoke though.

"Hello Arwen. The sky is lovely today isn't it? What troubles you on this lovely day?"

Arwen looked up, and a surprised look quickly crossed her face when she saw I was a heavily muscled lady wearing strange clothes. I could only imagine what was going through Arwen's mind as she looked me up and down slowly, then said, "I have a badly injured halfling here, and my steed cannot go any further. You would not happen to have a fresh ride? He will pass on if he not make it to the House of Elrond with haste,"

Her eyes pleaded silently with me, begging for a horse, but sadly I did not have a horse.

"I sadly do not have a ride at the time. However... I could take him for you. After all, hobbits ARE light,"

She stared at me, not fully comprehending what I was saying.

"I do not know how you came to know this was a hobbit, and I do not understand what you are asking me. Are you saying that you wish to bear him all the way to the House of Elrond? "

"Yeesss..." I said, drawing out the s. "Just tell me one thing...how much further exactly is that?"

"Just over two leagues, strange human. There is no hope. He is fading too quickly.

"How much longer does he have?" I prompted her.

"Mere seconds..." she murmured, looking sadly down at the short little hobbit, who was groaning and sweating profusely, his skin get blackish splotches. He was turning into a wraith. I had to save him! Without him, Middle Earth would fall!

I didn't even bother to ask permission, just pushed her gently out of the way and picked up the hobbit like he weighed nothing. He practically did weight nothing, but to me, he was a featherweight.

"You are strong mi'lady, but that will not get you there in time. I appreciate your determination, but it will not save him. It is too late."

I just glared fiercely at Arwen, and without answering, took off sprinting as fast as my legs could carry me. Which, in this world that had a slightly different take on time, was almost 35 freaking miles per hour. Holy cow. I could sprint as fast as a freaking horse in this world. This was ridiculous! And AWESOME!

My feet flew, my strides were long, and my tennis shoes sent up little clouds of dust when they struck the path. I raced through marble arches domes, startling many elves in gray robes. I didn't even bother to stop for the guards, who shot at me, missing in their shock, and also because I was too fast of a target for even an elf.

The guards further in were better archers though. And I was getting very exhausted from my sprinting. I was starting to feel Frodo's weight on my back, and he wasn't helping by thrashing and groaning loudly.

I managed to push through, making it all the way to the main area, whatever they called it, where Elrond and the other elders resided. This area was heavily guarded though, and when I came running up at full speed, not stopping even when they shouted out a warning to me, they all fired at once. I wasn't able to dodge them all, and one grazed my right ankle. I cried out, stumbling briefly, but kept sprinting. Only a bit further! Only a bit further!

But my body wasn't able to take this kind of rough usage. Just as dozens of elf guards armed with swords came racing around the to block me off, my burst of strength left me, and I fell limp to the ground, passing out when my head painfully hit the stone tiles. The last thing I remembered was the guards crying out, and lifting Frodo off my back. I sure hoped he was okay. Then I sank into the darkness. I knew one thing for sure though. My legs were going to be absolute noodles when I woke up.