I'm sorry if I miss any reviews, I normally make a draft and reply to reviews as I get them, but I haven't been doing that because I've had absolutely no ideas for this chapter.

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A/N: I'm realizing that the connection between the characters isn't so much that their geniuses as the fact that they're all full of themselves…

The self-righteous god continued to sulk in his corner, ignoring the discussion developing amongst the other occupants of the room. The egotistic detective stood in his own corner, leaning against the back wall, observing the socializers with a scoff and a snort. The complacent physicist continued sharing his knowledge of fictional worlds with the conceited philanthropist and the sanctimonious alien.

Suddenly the lights burnt out, leaving the room pitch black as it had been just before Captain Jack Sparrow had disappeared.

"What's going on?" Sheldon wondered, panic lacing his voice.

"Is somebody else being abducted?" Spock inquired.

Sherlock scoffed. "No one has been abducted, you moron. That stupid pirate is most likely safe and sound, laughing at us with those other two idiots."

A lightning-like flash appeared before the lights fully returned. A new presence sat in the pirate's chair. He was tall, taller than Loki, and thin, with long, pale blonde hair and obscenely thick black eyebrows. A crown- or what was presumably his crown- composed of twigs and leafs circled the back of his head, which was held high in a very pompous manner, as if to say "you are all beneath me."

"Who the hell are you?" Tony questioned, raising a brow at the newcomer.

"Do not speak to me in that tone," the blonde growled. "I am Thranduil, King of Mirkwood. You will show some respect."

Tony snorted. "I haven't shown respect to anyone else in this room; you're nothing special."

Loki smirked, amused, watching the display. While he hated being disrespected as a god, it amused him to watch a king or some other figure of authority take a beating, so-to-speak.

"Who are you people?" Thranduil questioned. "You are not residents of Middle Earth."

"Tony Stark," Tony grinned, offering a hand for the "king" to shake. "Genius, billionaire, playboy, and philanthropist."

"Commander Spock," Spock introduced, nodding his head respectfully.

"Sherlock Holmes," the detective sighed, "the world's one and only consulting detective."

"Loki of Asgard and Jötunheim," Loki added, still smirking.

"Sheldon Cooper, theoretical physicist," Sheldon finished.

Thranduil looked about the room, disgusted. He was a king! What gave that ridiculous "time lord" the right to lock him in a cell with these fools!

Sheldon stared in awe at the blonde elf, clearly recognizing him. Tony elbowed Sheldon's side and raised a brow, as if to ask, "Do you know him?"

"He's a fictional character as well," Sheldon nodded.

"You dare insult me?" Thranduil glared.

Sheldon shook his head. "You, Mr. Spock, and Sherlock Holmes are all fictional characters." He paused to gesture to Loki. "And he is a mythological god."

"I do not understand," Thranduil replied, quirking a confused brow.

"You are a character from The Hobbit, a book written in 1937 by J. R. R. Tolkien. It's been adapted into cartoons and short films and it recently became a large-scale film trilogy," Sheldon explained.

Thranduil paused, still confused. "Are you trying to infer that I do not exist?"

"It seems that you exist just as much as I do," Spock offered.

Sherlock, who had been listening in, rolled his eyes. "You're all so boring."

I'm sorry this chapter is so short! I had the urge to add my elf king but I don't have a lot of ideas just yet.