And Tint is here with chapter two! Before you read, I take for responsibility for not updating. Life as been... life. And I apologize to all who has been waiting! Now, onward!

Chapter 2:

Dressed in a frilly pink monstrosity of a dress, Tint walked - stomped- down the elaborate halls of Rivendell. Beside her a rather frazzled and irritated elf was leading her to speak with lord Elrond. Every once in a while Tint glared at the usually unruffled elf.

"I don't see why I have to wear this horrid torture device." Tint grumbled as she tripped over the hem of the skirt.

"It is proper for a woman to wear dresses, my lady." The elf replied for what felt like the hundredth time. Wait, it was - he'd counted.

Tint pressed her lips into a thin line. Eventually they had reached an intricately carved oak door.

After having sent a cautious glance towards Tint, the elf stretched out his hand and knocked thrice. A voice called out from the within the closed door, consenting entrance. Tint took a deep breath before opening the door. Looking around, her eyes widened. Books, books, and more books! She bit her lip to keep from squealing. The elf, whom walked in front, bowed to Lord Elrond with a fist raised to his heart.

Ever the fangirl, a wide grin spread across Tint's cheeks as she set eyes on the elves conversing in their native tongue. Lord Elrond. In the flesh.

"Lordiel, are you well? You have not looked this disturbed since we hosted Bilbo and that party of dwarves!" Elrond asked, looking concerned.

"'Tis the Dunedain child, my lord" The elf, Lordiel replied, gesturing towards Tint, who looked slightly offended from what she was able to interpret.

"Dunedain? She is a Dunedain?" Elrond questioned

"I can only assume; she acts as a wild animal." Lordiel elucidated.

"HEY! I've called my brother that often enough to know what you're saying!" Tint interjected as she glared at Lordiel. "I know phrases and words here and there; enough to know when someone is insulting me." She spared a glance for the curious elf lord.

"Lordiel meant no disrespect. Pray tell, are you of the Dunedain, child?" Elrond asked her.

"Nope." Tint said as she shook her head.

"Perhaps she was raised by orcs then." Lordiel remarked as Tint's eyes narrowed.

"Actually, I was raised by my human parents." Tint clarified.

"What is your name child?" Elrond inquired of Tint.

"My name is Tincalad - Tint for short." Tint said then hid a grin as his eyebrow rose.

"And your travelling companion?"

"Her name is like, twenty numbers long, so everybody just calls her Pie for short."

Their names didn't appear to enlighten the elf lord any. If anything, he only seemed more perturbed. "I... see. From whence do you hail?" Elrond took a seat and offered his guests the same.

"Well it really is a cliché sentence, but you wouldn't believe me if I told you." Tint supplied as she lowered herself into a chair.

Elrond, leaning back into his chair, raised his brow again in a 'try me' sort of way.

"Very well then, we are, how do they say? Ah yes, from another world, universe, dimension, etcetera. This here," Tint gestured around the room, "Rivendell, elves, Middle Earth; is nothing more than a story written by a man named J.R.R. Tolkien. I say man, what I really mean is an absolute genius." Tint explained as she crossed her legs Indian style.

"If this is indeed a tale in your… world, then how have you come to be here?" Elrond asked. He seemed to be taking this well.

"I am not entirely sure." She replied as she bit her lip. "What I do know, is that Pie and I… Or is it 'me and Pie'? - off track - we were brainstorming for a fanfiction which was to be a self insertion into Middle Earth. We…"

"What is a fanfiction?" Elrond asked, cutting her off.

Glaring at him for the interruption she replied, "The name is self explanatory."

"What is a fan?" Lordiel asked and Tint sighed.

"I am assuming you know what fiction is?" She questioned, lifting her head to stare between Elrond and Lordiel.

At the nod of their heads she continued, "A fan is a person who has a strong interest in or admiration for a particular person or thing. At least, that's the technical definition. The reality of it is... people are obsessed with you. I mean reaally obsessed; like if you were real, they would follow you around fawning all over you." A strange light entered the girl's eyes, which should have tipped the elves off... but alas.
"Do you know how many teenage girls fantasize about you?" She asked suddenly. "You are the subject of people's dirty dreams - women of all ages are into it..." Tint remarked before trailing off at Elrond's horrified expression. The teen hid a smirk as she looked over at Lordiel, "Don't suppose either of you know what 'M rating' stands for?"

She was definitely having too much fun with this. Oh, this would be good.

At the negative shake of their heads Tint leaned back in her chair, a sadistic smirk turning up the corners of her mouth. "Fiction is always directed with the maturity of certain age groups in mind. M stands for 'mature' which means that kids can't read it. An M rated fanfiction is a written work in explicit detail about... lovemaking. There's really no limit to the kind of relationships that can be made up!"

Their faces went red, and then white.

"I think I've even come across one involving an original character and you, Lord Elrond. It was in a room at the Prancing Pony with a bar wench. And I can't forget about the love stories between your two sons. Elladan and Elrohir, right? I wonder if they ever…" She left that out there as she watched Elrond's skin turn light green.

"And Arwen with… Glorfindel. Oh, and I almost forgot about the ones starring you and Glorfindel!" She exclaimed with a gleeful smile as she clapped her hands together. She was totally planning on bringing it up with Glorfindel the next time she saw him. Perhaps she'd tell him about the ones with him and Erestor going at it.

Tint turned to Lordiel, "I can write one for you if you'd like?" She asked sweetly. "Well, actually I can't, it's too awkward for me… but maybe Pie can! I'll have to ask her. Would you prefer a male or female?"

Lordiel started to splutter and turned a very deep shade of red causing Tint's eyes to widen in delight.

Supposedly, having seen the unadulterated enjoyment in her eyes Elrond cleared his throat, gaining their attention. "Now that we know now what fanfiction is, perhaps you should continue with your account of what happened?" He inquired with a surprisingly composed voice. Stupid elves.

"Yes, well, where was I?" She asked.

"Self-insertion into Middle Earth." Elrond supplied as he and Lordiel tries to regain their composure.

"Oh! Yes, so, we never intended to actually end up here… Wait, what year is it?"

"It is the year 2949 of the third age. The tenth of March." Elrond provided.

"That's not possible! Gandalf approaches Bilbo in 2941 of the third age. We were writing during the.." She stopped suddenly. Can't let them know. "Umm well, we weren't supposed to actually end up here. It was purely for fun. But something happened when I was asleep; I'm compelled to think there was dancing monkeys involved."

Apparently, Lordiel had a big mouth. That or someone was listening in on the meeting. As Tint walked back to the room she and Pie were sharing, practically every elf she passed shied away from her. This would bother most fangirls, but not Tint.

With an amused smile in place, Tint waved to every elf she passed only earning weird looks in return. Chuckling to herself, Tint stopped one passerby in the middle of a crowded hallway. "Excuse me, but I recognized you and wanted to say, the story of you and Lord Glorfindel was fabulous. Never have I envisioned such heated passion between two elves! Oh, and your little secret, it's safe with me." She commented with a wink before she headed off.

Now laughing madly, Tint entered the room to find Pie still unconscious. She shrugged to herself before she moved to a chair on which her bag sat. She picked it up and dumped the contents on the floor. Pocketing the matches, she shoved the wallet and usb cord back in the bag without sparing them a glance. Tint threw the book (I'm sorry, book!) onto the table and grabbed the journal. Might as well keep an account of what's happened.

She opened the cover to the first page, and was surprised to see writing in it. "What the bloody hell?" She muttered, reading it to herself.

'Chapter 1: Hit Me Baby One More Time!

Pie was painfully awakened by a cast-iron frying pan landing on her head.' Tint's eyes widened as she looked through the written pages, 'meanwhile, in a smallish clearing nearby Tint was just stirring... Not taking any chances, Tint chucked the rock at the woman's temple..."This is real, right?" "Uh-huh."... "Yep." "Do you reckon Bear Grylls could survive this?"

No freaking way! This couldn't be… Tint picked up a pen and started writing where it left off with her finding the book. "Pie wakes up." She looked up at Pie; the frumpy little gal was still dead to the world. Hmm "Pie awakens to the pounding to her head." Still nothing. Her eyes narrowed as she started to think, looking over the journal she realized that the entry was written in present/past tense. Ah-ha! "Pie awakened to the pounding in her head."

Once she was finished writing, Tint looked over at Pie to see her eyes fluttering open. Whooping like a monkey, Tint jumped up and onto the bed. "Pie, guess what! We are in our story!"

Pie looked cross eyed at the younger woman, massaging the pounding throb in her head. "What?"

Tint sighed loudly as she sat criss-crossed on the bed, "Remember, we were plotting to write a story before we went to bed? Well, I just opened my journal and everything that's happened to us is written in there. AND I DIDN'T DO IT! That's how you woke up, I wrote you waking up to the pounding in your head! But you have to be specific and write in past/present tense for it to work, I tried. Oh and Elrond doesn't know what to make of anything." She rambled on until Pie cut her off.

"You gave me a pounding headache? That is just evil." Pie said.

"Yeah, well I couldn't think of anything that would have woken you up." Tint replied nonchalantly.

"You couldn't just wake me up?"

Oh. "Didn't think of that." Tint said sheepishly.

"Whatcha get up to while I was asleep?" Pie asked as Tint started to write her headache away.

"Nothing really, as you can tell, I was forced into this hideous dress then had to sit through a meeting with Elrond and an Elf named Lordiel. We have our very own OC! Haha it was pretty boring so I decided to have fun. They have no sense of humor." Tint explained as she set the journal down.

Pie looked at the dress in which her friend was clothed and gave a violent shudder. She moved to the wardrobe, trying to get a better assessment of their situation. It was stocked with nothing but dresses, dresses, and more dresses. She shut the cupboard with a slam and turned to Tint who was grinning wickedly.

"Glorfindel is the one who made me wear this thingy." She gestured to the pink dress, "Then he left to go out on patrol... and I happen to know where his rooms are."

"I'll see your evil plan and raise it one level." Pie replied, an answering glint in her eyes.

Tint didn't understand until Pie returned to the wardrobe and hauled all of the dresses over her shoulder. "We must maintain upmost discretion on this quest, young padawan."

The teen chuckled in response. "Yes master."

Well, that was interesting to write. Hope you all enjoyed and don't forget to review!

Thanks to Chazzrose for favoriting and following this adventure! *Points* I love you random citizen!

Namarie!