Ellethwen tilted her head, looked up at the sky.

"It's hot," she complained. "I shouldn't have worn jeans today. Honestly, the waether in Davenport is out of whack."

"Wait, you just said out of whack, right? Because I thought you said-" Liz didn't get a chance to finish that sentence, because Brianna clamped her hand over her mouth. "WE'RE NOT GONNA HEAR IT AGAIN, LIZ!!!!" she shouted, while Ellethwen ran awaybefore she could hear "it" again-and "it" was very disgusting.

Seeing that Liz had been stopped, Ellethwen came back. "Thanks Bri. Hey, do you know what time it is?"

Liz checked her watch. "8:25. Let's go in for breakfast."

"I've gotta bring my clarinet to the band room. wait for me? We have 5 minutes until breakfast starts. If I'm taking too long, go on in." Upon the consent of her friends, Ellethwen walked inside carrying her black clarinet case and her messenger bag, which served as a way to tote her school books around.

It was easy to get to the band room-walk in the main doors, take a left, clip to the right, take the second or third doors-both led to the huge room where band and orchestra practiced.

In the back of the room was the small room where the instruments were stored-well, most of them. Flutes, trumpets, the tuba, trombones-all were lined up on the shelves near the left door. Orchestra instruments were near the right.

The door swung shut behind Ellethwen. It wasn't much of a surprise-teachers were no longer allowed to have door stops, and htis door had a problem being kept open. Ellethwen slid her clarinet onto one of the two shelves marked with a label that read "Clarinet/Flute" and turned to open the the door.

One the other side of the door was not the band room-instead, she stepped out into a puddle of water. Looking around her, Ellethwen no longer saw the green carpet and white walls, or the steps where the musicians sat to play their insturments, or the orange cabinets where the ancient band jackets and small percussion instruments were kept. Instead, she saw lush green grasses around her-and nowhere near the same as the forest green of the carpet. Soft hills broke the landscape, and some trees. The sky overhead was gray, it looked as if it had just rained-or was going to.

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"Lovely!" Gwenneth exclaimed. "That shade of purple looks awesome on you.
"Oh, and what am I wearing?" She had just noticed her own attire.
[Meh, something like this: http://www.alleycatscratch.com/lotr/Elf ... se_Col.jpg but in dark green]

"Ah! Riniel, good to see you made it!" She added seeing RA enter. Gwenneth offered her a slice of cheese. "Bilbo, Frodo, and Gandalf, this is our dear friend Riniel Aranel."

"Hello!" Said Frodo.

"How do you do?" Asked Bilbo.

"Hello dear," said Gandalf, completing the train of greetings.

[I'm the same as Pan...good luck RA. ]

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I will join)

Brego145 sat at her keyboard. She looked around A-U till she found a poll and had click yes. Whoa, dude she thought as she layed into Gondor. Not sure where she was she walked more into the city. She sit down at the same bay/lake. "Milady," A voice said. Brego looked around and there was Faramir standing near her. She blushed.

(please tell me if I can be in Gondor.)

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Ellethwen backed up, back into the room, and shut the door she had just come through. She was back in the storage room, surroned by the instruments.

Counting to three, She tried teh door again-and found herself facing a different landscape, which reminded her oddly of Lothlorien. Thr right door, whne opened, showed a place that looked like Edoras. When she tried that one again, Ellethwen realized what exactly was heppening becuase she was looking straight into Mordor.

With a cry, Ellethwen slammed the door shut, and opened it again, tentatively. She was looking at Lothlorien again.

Gingerly, she stepped outside-and the door swung shut. When Ellethwen turned around, the doors had disappeared-there was no way back.

Trees loomed around her. "Great," Ellethwem muttered to herself. "I've always wished I could see Middle-earth-and her I am! Be careful what you wish for, Mr. Bowrey always told me."

Of course, she could have started in a variety of places in Middle-earth, but the idea of walking into Lothlorien had been too tantalizing. Ellethwen had thought she'd always be able to get back to the instruments. Now she was stranded in Middle-earth, with her schoolbooks, and-her clarinet. Searching her memory, Ellethwen remembered grabbing it before trying the right door, assuming she'd be able to get out. She had grabbed it in hopes of being able to check out of school on hallucinations.

Ellethwen sat down and opened her messenger bag. Inside, she found a variety of things: her English textbook, which she'd had to return that day, her Spanish textbook, Mas Practica, her workbook for Spanish, a purple folder filled with a variety of papers, her music folder, a pencil case, her school planner, a small notebook Ellethwen wrote choreography in, a package of AA batteries, her CD case and CD player with headphones, her school panner, and three books-Inkheart, Inkspell, and a huge book that contained all three of The Lord of the Rings books in one.

Ellethwen stared at the books. Of course. She should have realized how this would happen.

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Riniel was rather surprised to see so many of her beloved characters in one room, but she regained her composure. "Um...Mara Aure?" The large group laughed at her simple elvish greeting, and Riniel chuckled a little herself. Then she looked down, and saw she was now wearing a dress similar to Pandora and Gwen's, only in a light shade of blue.
After getting a bite to eat, and explaining what had happened to an entertained Pandora and Gwen, Gandalf began to talk.
[Okay I have a problem...I'm leaving early tomorrow morning for a vacation and shall be gone for a week, with no computer! Should I stay behind, sick, and catch up with you guys at Rivendell? If so, continue reading...if not, I could just go along with you guys...silently... ]
Gandalf, however, had just uttered his first words when Riniel felt a sharp pain in her stomach. "Oh...my." She said, sitting down. "What's wrong?" asked the others, concerned. "I don't know..." she muttered. "Traveling through the dimensions must really take a lot out of you." She chuckled bitterly. The clueless hobbits did not appreciate the humor. "Are you going to be alright?" They asked. "I don't know," Riniel replied. "I'd better lay down somewhere."
[And then I'd obviously remain sick as you guys left for Rivendell...I'm sure you'll want to...but I give you my best wishes as you set out on you journey. ]

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Inkheart. The book about reading people out of books. And Inkspell, the story about reading people into books. Coupled with The Lord of the Rings and her wish to see Middle-earth, she must have been tugged here. Just wonderful.

Continuing her search of her bag, Ellethwen discovered her sketchbook, her sewing kit, a script for the play she was supposed to perform in-and, lo and behold, the costumes she was supposed to wear in the play! An elvish-looking gown, and a version of Arwen's Requiem gown. If she changed out of her jeans and blue t-shirt and put these on, she would easily blend in.

However, a more immediate problem was food. In her pencil case was an un-opened pack of gum, and in her sewing kit were several food items she was planning to use in the play-a huge bottle of water, a granola bar, a bannana, and a Snickers bar. Not nearly enough, but she could at least eat it all sparingly until she figured out what to do.

Ducking behind a tree, Ellethwen changed into her elven gown, stuffing the old clothes in her bag. Then she clipped a headress she'd made just yesterday of wire and fake pearls in her hair, just to help along with the effect.

There-she didn't have shoes, but the dress was long enough to hide her flip-flops. Not the best for travelling, but oh well. They'd have to do.

Slinging the bag over her shoulder and picking up her clarinet, Ellethwen tried to find a way through the forest. She met no one, but then again, she was probably heading the wrong way. Ellethwen had kept her nose buried in books, not maps. she had no clue where to go.

Fortunately, a river shone through the trees. Gladly, Ellethwen ran towards it, and saw a bridge nearby, with a road.

After crossing the bridge and walking someway, Ellethwen began to get tired of not knowing where to go. Her attention wandered, and it was probably that wandering attention that caused her to run into someone taller then her. Of course, at 5'1", everyone was taller then her, as far as she knew.

"Ah-I'm sorry..." Ellethwen stuttered, looking up, only to be shocked that she had actually run into Celeborn. Why Celeborn, and not Galadriel, she didn't know, as Galadriel's elusive husband had never been mentioned too much, was beyond Ellethwen, but she was glad to run into someone she knew about.

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((Yay! Another person in Lothlorien!))

Smoothing down her strangely well-behaved hair, Luthien finally stepped onto the porch outside her room, high above Caras Galadhon.

Spotting the two Elves she was supposed to meet down below, Luth picked up her bag and descended the steps.
"Greetings, maiden." The blond Elf, tall and handsome (like most Elf men) bowed when she arrived. "I am Calanon, and this," he gestured to the other male Elf, " is the Lord Urúvion. It is a pleasure to meet you..."

"Oh, I am Luthien of...um...Canada." she hesitated, remembering that these Elves were of Lorien, and they certainly knew she wasn't.

Calanon looked puzzled for a slight moment, then smiled, "It is an honour, Lady Luthien. You bear the namesake of a great Elf, and are a friend of the Lady Galadriel. Certainly you are a Queen in the great land of Canada."

Luthien blushed, "Well actually.." But just then a young looking she-Elf rode up and interrupted her sentence quite conveniently.

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"You said: I know that this will hurt, but if I don't break your heart then things will just get worse..."

It was a normal day for Éowyn S., she stood up at 6 am to go to school. She took her schoolbag and one of her most favourite books with her and in the bus she began to reread it. THe title of this book was "The Silmarillion".
As she read, she nearly forgot to get out of this bus again, but as she stepped out, suddenly everything was different...
The bus has suddenly disappeared, all the big houses have turned into small cottages made out of wood, and the town was suddenly situated on top of a hill.
Éowyn S. looked around. The people were dressed completely different, she felt like she was now in the middle age. As she looked at the mountains, she suddenly realized, where she was and now was 100% sure she was dreaming. This place looked exactly the same as Edoras in her books!

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Thanks Haldir and Gil!
"You said: I know that this will hurt, but if I don't break your heart then things will just get worse..."

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"Oh god..."

Curunir said as he finnished the post on his computer and rubbed his tired face, he blankly looked at the screen and coughed slightly.

"I should really get to bed..."

He closed the computer and walked in the dark, but didn`t noticed his dog and tripped, hitting his head in the stairway.

"Bloody he..."

He was suddenly laying on a stone floor and his head didn`t actually hurt, he got up looking around quietly and not believing his own eyes.

"Am I dreaming or what?"

He said as he looked up to the halls of Moria, he looked at the great dwelling with his mouth literally open and he felt like he could just faint there.

"Okay... calm down... no... you have lost it finally..."

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On these blood stained pages of misery
Let him call me a tyrant so cruel
Let him curse my name, but remember the truth!

After chatting with Elegost on msn, FaZiovsky shut his comp off. He considered his last message. "Yeah, an A-u meeting would be cool! Eh, but it's almost impossible. There are so many people from so many countries..."
Suddenly, he heard a message beep.

"Don't forget about our trip to the caverns!"

That was his friend, Matthew. "I've almost forgotten!" FaZ said and quickly started packing the msot needful things. Then, took his bike and rode down the hill.
He saw a large posse near the entrance. Suddenly he heard his teacher's voice. "Jamie! We have been waiting for you! Okay, never mind. Let's go!"
They put their helmets on and entered the cave. For FaZ and his three best friends, the cave wasn't very interesting. They had already visited it soo many times... Suddenly, he heard a strange, screechy voice. It was singing something about juicy fish. "I'll be right back" he whispered to his friends.
When the guy came closer, he saw a very strange creature. It was almost like a human....
"SMEAGOL?" FaZ shouted. It wasn't a good idea. The creature quickly ran away. "Maybe it was just a halucination..." FaZiovsky said as he was trying to find the group. He was in shock, when he entered a large hall with a grave. FaZ read the inscription:

Balin, son of Fundin. Lord of Moria.

He was flabbergasted.

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Curunir stumbled trough the dwelling and saw light on his right, there was something there and he thought he knew what as he almost ran for it. Curunir arrived to the tomb room, but stopped at the door as he looked at the sight with a confused face. There was someone leaned over the grave, Curunir coughed.

"Eh... hia there..."

He said with a slightly unsure voice.

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On these blood stained pages of misery
Let him call me a tyrant so cruel
Let him curse my name, but remember the truth!

(way behind. But oh, well...)

Eruraina had ridden around Fangorn, and was fust at the edge of Lothlorien. Five days(?) of riding non stop. Eruraina did take brakes. Her legs were killing her from all that riding. She finally made it to her first stopping point at Lothelorien. Erura slowed Chyanne down to a walk, she couldn't stop admiring the piecfullness of the forest, but still kept aware of any elf scouts.

All of the sudden she became surrounded by arrows still strung in their bows. "Were do you come from stranger?" said a vioce familiar from the movies.
"I come from.. Edoras... Rohan. I'm trying to get to Imladris." Eru said.
"Really?" said Haldir.
"I came to pass through Lothlorien in hopes, that I could pick up some supplies, and have some rest..."
"Okay. We'll give you supplies, time to rest. Then you must be on your way. Now fallow us..." Haldir turned tward the deepest part of the forest, and Eruraina fallowed...

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