Mmkay. I just can't stop writing. My brain hasn't been this active in months.

I don't own Lord of the Rings.

(Sophie)

So, I'm just sitting in bed, minding my own business, trying to catch some z's. Nothing unusual, just the typical eleven o'clock hour. Then, out of nowhere, some crazy person chucked a rock at my window, shattering it into a million pieces.

Now, my mind and heart were having a bit of an argument at that moment. My mind was telling me to get the heck outta there, but my heart wanted to go rip the madman's head off.

Well, you know what they say! Listen to you're heart!

"Hey you freak!" I shouted and ran to the window, careful to avoid the broken glass on the floor. "What do you think you're... doing?"

Were my eyes decieving me? Or was a panicked Boromir standing below my balcony, looking like he'd just shot a helpless puppy?

Awhh... Why'd I bring up dead puppies?

"What the heck, man?" I waved my arms angrily from behind the broken window frame.

"I don't know!" Boromir shook his head and held his hands up in surrender. "That was not the anticipated turnout."

"Well, I don't know what you were expecting, but that's typically the result of chucking rocks at people's windows!" Honestly, how old are we, here? This is third grade infrmation, here! "Are you going to make a habbit out of this?"

Voices could be heard heading for my room. Elf voices...

"These people are gonna be ticked when they see what you did to their window!" I whisper-shouted, more than aware of the evil glares elves were capable of giving.

Boromir's eyes widened as he searched around for a hiding place. "What are we going to do?"

"What are we gonna do? What are you gonna do? This is your fault!"

"Lady Sophie?" An elf knocked on my door. "Are you alright?"

I don't know why I did what I did, but I did it, and that's all I can say. I jumped off of the balcony and rolled onto the ground.

"Sophie, are you alright?" Boromir pulled me up off the ground and I pushed him into the trees.

"Run, man, run!"

We took off into the dark forest, the shouts of confused elves echoing behind us.

This is so much fun! It's like I just toilet papered someone's house, and I was running before I got caught.

Ohhh the adrenaline rush; the driving force behind women lifting cars off of babies, and the main cause of death among idiotic teenagers. What a sight we must have been. After the panic had worn off, our laughter filled the air, and we continued to run, even when the threat of a pursuit was long gone.

Of course, it was a natural law that I was not allowed to run longer than a few seconds. A tree grew furious at me for breaking the number one law of Sophie, so it casually stuck its root out and tripped me. I screamed and fell flat on my face as the tree's few remaining leaves rustled in laughter.

That's my story, and I'm sticking to it.

"Milady?" Boromir turned around when he heard me scream, and he quickly helped me to my feet.

"I'm good, I'm good!" I quickly dusted myself off and turned around to look back towards the house. "Man, Elrond's gonna be ticked..."

"I would prefer it if we were to avoid such a topic, Sophie..." Boromir shuddered. "I would like to enjoy my final moments here in Rivendell."

"Oh calm down, Boromir." I rolled my eyes. "You're filthy stinking rich. Just buy him a new window."

Boromir sighed and sat down. It was late, and we could hardly see in the dark forest. The trees hid the moon and stars, and we only had little beams of light through the leaves.

I felt like at any moment, Bigfoot would come running through the bushes to kill us.

No, that's a lie. Bigfoot's a friendly woodland creature.

"So..." I broke the silence as I surveyed our surroundings. "D'ya know how to get back to the house?"

Boromir chuckled and stood. He strolled off in one direction, quite sure of himself, I might add. I didn't want to wound the poor man's pride after he'd just broken another man's window, so I humored him and followed him off into the wilderness.

Nothing.

There was nothing.

We walked for well over an hour, with absolutely no sign of life. Boromir soon began to look slightly flustered, and we soon became the picture of an old married couple.

"Did you ask for directions?" I asked casually from my spot behind the big mountain man.

"Who could I possible ask for directions?" He huffed. "The birds?"

"No!" I frowned. "They're sleeping, that would be rude!"

Boromir sighed and shook his head. "Who do you have in mind, then?"

"The trees."

Boromir turned and looked at me like I'd just discovered electricity. "The trees?"

"If the elves can do it, then by golly, so can I!" Without another word, I stomped over to a random tree and looked up to its branches. "Suilaid!" I used the tiny bit of elvish I did know, hoping that this would turn out to be some kind of miracle. "Aniral sogad?"

Little did I know, I'd just asked the tree if he'd like a drink.

A loud chuckling erupted from behind me, and I turned to send Boromir a couple of daggers.

"You think you can do better?"

"Oh, I know I can do better." Boromir smiled. He approached the tree and gave it a friendly pat on the trunk. "Man rad na Imladris?"

"Ohhh, look at me, I'm Boromir and I can speak elvish." I rolled my eyes and turned to another tree. "Le gwennen?" (Are you married?)

Boromir joined me at the new tree and and smiled down at me. "Sophie, trees cannot talk. It was worth a try, but we should probably go."

"Silence!" I hugged the tree now. Maybe it just needs some lovin? "Hi there, baby..."

Boromir sighed, picked me up, and tossed me over his shoulder. "Come on, milady. You must have hit your head..."

"Probably..."

(Kristy)

Can't. Sleep. Need. Water.

"Ughh..." I dragged myself out of bed and slowly got myself dressed. It was the middle of the night, and the first time I'd woken up thirsty since I was five. Unfortunately, momma wasn't here to get me a glass of icy cold water, so I had to get it myself.

Oh well. It's not like I was getting much sleep, anyways. I have a sleeping disorder, you see, so I often find myself awake in the middle of the night. Ever since I landed in Middle-earth, my sleeping problems have gotten worse, but now, I was severely lacking entertainment. Televisions don't work, here.

With a yawn, I dragged myself out of my room and headed towards the kitchens. Several elves were still out, and they smiled as I passed by. Oh gosh, I must look like a wreck.

"Mmmm... waterr..." Water always tastes so good when you're dying of thirst.

I was all alone in the dimly lit kitchens, and all was silent.

Perfect time to sing.

"Le ciel bleu sur nous peut s'effondrer,
Et la Terre peut bien s'ecrouler,
Peut s'importe si tu m'aimes,"

You might be thinking to yourself, 'WTF, Kristy? Why are you singing in French?'

Well, this is my favorite French song ever. Which doesn't mean much, because I don't really listen to French music, but this song's great. It's called Hymne A L'Amour, by Edith Piaf. It's a beautiful song about love, and it reminds me of my grandma. She and I were always close, and she was a huge fan of Piaf, so why not remember her in Middle-earth?

"Je me fous de monde entier..." I barely got through the first bit before I realized that I wasn't alone.

I'm no elf, but I can still hear when someone walks into the room.

"Hello?" I called out, praying that it'd be Sophie, James, or Collin. Someone who I'm comfortable with singing around.

Unfortunately, it was Legolas who stepped into view.

"Forgive me for the intrusion, milady." He smiled and bowed. "But you have the most beautiful voice."

My cheeks flushed red, and I quickly looked down to the ground. "Thank you..."

It was silent for a moment as Legolas and I stood there, searching for something interesting to look at. Finally, after what felt like decades, Legolas broke the silence.

"Well, since we are both here, perhaps you would like to accompany me to the gardens?"

It's heck of a lot better than staring at my bedroom wall. "Of course."

You see, this Legolas man confused me. Well, that's a bad way to put it, because it's not like he's done anything confusing. I don't know? Maybe I'm crazy? Maybe it's the lack of sleep?

Or maybe, just maybe, I've got a crush on this elf.

He is extremely handsome, after all, and he's been nothing but nice to me, so far. I can't help but feel as though I've heard his name before, though. Well, all elves seem to know each other, maybe he's friends with Glorfindel or Erestor?

I've been around elves for years, now. They are common acquaintances of mine, and I feel comfortable around them. There's something different about Legolas, though, that makes him stand out to me. I'm not sure what it is, but it's not necessarily uncomfortable.

"So, Miss Kristy..." Legolas spoke as we walked through one of Rivendell's many gardens. "Where are you from? You look as though you are from Rohan, but one can never be sure."

Ohhh buddy. How am I gonna tell him this?

"No, I'm not from Rohan. I've never even been there, but I hear that it is lovely. I come from a country far away from here; you could even call it another world. I've been living here among the elves for quite some time now, though, so I consider this home." Nice job, Kris. Avoid the topic at all costs. "And where are you from?"

"I am from Mirkwood, to the east."

Mirkwood? "Really? My brother's from Mirkwood."

Legolas's eyes opened wide and his head quickly turned to study me. "Your brother?"

"Yes, my brother." I smiled. "He's been living there for quite some time, too. He's even started his own family."

Legolas looked like he'd just eaten a bomb. His eyebrows were furrowed as he looked straight ahead, jaw slightly dropped. One could easily tell that he was desperately trying to hold his composure.

"Is something wrong?" I asked, hoping that I hadn't said something bad.

"No, no." Legolas shook himself free of his trance and smiled slightly. "All is well."

He's a terrible liar, but I wasn't going to bring up a sore subject. It's not like I'm extremely acquainted with this man, anyhoo.

We walked and talked for a while, making small talk. He's actually quite charming, and I had to check myself to make sure that I didn't lose my classy, proper composure.

Women have it so hard, here.

"So... Do you know my brother?" I asked as we began to walk through the forest. He said he was from Mirkwood, it seems quite possible that he'd know James.

"Who?" Legolas seemed caught off guard, and his paranoid expression returned.

"My brother. Do you know him?"

Legolas sighed and looked down to the ground. "James?"

I smiled. "So you do know my brother!"

"Yes, I do." He shrugged. "I've helped save his life from many giant spiders."

"I think he's talked about you before..." Now that I think about it, he's mentioned the name Legolas quite often.

"Should I be worried?" Legolas asked, a small frown breaking out on his face.

"No," I shook my head. "I can't quite remember much."

At that moment, our conversation was interrupted by some giggling not too far off.

Who would be giggling in the woods at this hour?

More giggles sounded off in the darkness. I know that giggle.

Sophie.

Legolas and I moved closer as quietly as possible, using the bushes to hide ourselves. It was dark and hard to see, but I could make out the clear figures of Sophie and Boromir, sitting amongst the trees, giggling and speaking elvish.

"Suilaid!" Sophie shouted at one. "Iston le?" (Do I know you?)

Boromir was just watching her in admiration, a smile on his face. Like she was the craziest woman he'd ever known, but he loved her anyways.

Awh...

Sophie, clearly tired and slap-happy, was speaking quite possibly the worst elvish I'd ever heard. What really confused me was, why is she talking to trees in elvish? Or at all?

Legolas grinned and fought to contain his laughter.

"Should we interrupt?" I asked, although I was quite entertained by what I was seeing.

"No," Legolas shook his head and began to back away slowly. "This is a moment for them; let them enjoy it."

I nodded and took one last glance at my friend. She was leaning against Boromir now, resting her eyes.

Little Sophie's found a love.

(Sophie)

"Boromir..." I sighed sleepily, trying my best to stay awake.

"Yes?" He asked quietly, well aware of my current state of conciousness.

"I don't think the trees like you very much..."

He laughed and wrapped an arm around me. "Perhaps not."

I yawned and smiled. "But they looooveee me."

"I'm sure they do."

"I mean... What's not to love?" Hahaha, yeah right, I'm not that concieted, even when half-asleep.

But what Boromir said next sent my heart a'flutter.

"I'm afraid I can't find a reason to not love you."

Ahhh boy.

"Well, thanks, bro." I shrugged and leaned in closer to him, trying to get into a comfortable sleeping position. "You're not too bad, yourself."

Boromir smiled and brushed my hair out of my face. "Go to sleep, Sophie."

You don't have to tell me twice. I fell asleep right there, praying that I would not snore.

Snoring in front of Boromir would be too embarrassing to handle. I might even throw myself into Mt. Doom.