Fighting Fire With Fire

Chapter 2

Disclaimer: We do not own Lord of the Rings, or House Of Night, they belong to JRR Tolkein and PC & Kristen Cast. Love, Aisha & Rachel

P.S some swearing in this one.

Chapter 2.

I woke up in a place that was completely unfamiliar. I looked around, and saw that my friends were all sprawled out unconscious on the floor. I looked up and was immediately met by a gleaming sword point.

“Who are you, stranger?” asked the owner of the sword. The man was tall and regal looking, with shoulder length, greasy, dark brown hair. He was looking accusingly at me, and was waiting impatiently for an answer.

“Er..er...” I was a bit dumbfounded, as to why someone was pointing a sword at me. (Not to mention that no one uses swords anymore, unless your Dragon Lankford.)

“Hurry up and speak little beardless dwarf!” Said some short guy with a long red beard, pointing an axe at me.

“What the hell?! I'm not a dwarf!” I said, shocked. “I'm Zoey Redbird!” I said to him.

“Peace my friend, they mean no harm.” came an old voice, that sounded rich with wisdom. A tall old man stooped over me and offered me his hand. I graciously took it and stood up. By this time all of my friends were starting to wake up.

Stark woke up and immediately drew his bow.

“What a remarkable bow you have.” Said a tall guy with pointy ears and long blond hair, making him look feminine and a bit gay.

“All the better to shoot you with. Now who are you?” Stark replied, standing protectively in front of me.

“All right, I'm normally for violence, but this shit is stressing me the hell out.” Complained Aphrodite. “And what the hell is with the swords and the long the hair that makes you look like a fucking fag?”

“What does, “Fucking”, and “Shit” mean?” asked the dwarf.

Aphrodite just looked at him blankly. She looked lost for words.

“What the fuck are you? What shit-hole of a planet do you fucking come from? You...you....ASSHAT!” Aphrodite suddenly went on a swearing rant.

We all looked at her, then there was a silence, and then me, Stark, Stevie Rae, Damien, Jack, The Twins, Erik and Darius all burst into laughter.

The strangers all looked at us, questioning our sanity.

I put my hand onto Stark's bow, pointing it to the floor, even though if he shot it, it wouldn't matter, it would still pierce the heart of whoever he was angry at.

“My name is Zoey Redbird,” I repeated. “These are my friends. We were just doing a ritual, when we fell unconscious and woke up here. Who are you?”

The tall kingly man spoke, “I am Aragorn, Son of Arathorn, King of Gondor. These are my friends, Legolas, Prince of Mirkwood, Gandalf the White, Gimli son of Gloin, Frodo Baggins, The Ring Bearer, Samwise Gamgee, his gardener, Peregrin Took and Meriadoc Brandybuck.”

There was a pause as we took in all of the names.

“I am Aphrodite, The Beautiful, Princess of Tulsa,” began Aphrodite, in a deep powerful voice. I stifled a giggle at her sarcasm. “ And this is Darius, The Hotness. Stark, The Warrior, Erin, The White, and Shaunee, The Brown, Erik, The Jerk, Damien, The Queen Of Gays, Jack, The King of Gays, Stevie Rae, The Bumpkin, and last but not least, Zoey, The Queen of Non-Cussing.”

By the time Aphrodite had finished we were all glaring at her, and the strangers were all looking confused at our titles.

Frodo, the short curly haired guy, stepped forward. “Please, come in, make yourself at home, and I'll put on some tea.”

As we walked in, I looked at their clothing. They all wore cloaks, and Legolas wore a tunic. The Little People wore trousers and waist coats, and everything that made them look old fashioned. Gandalf was tall, and wore wizard-like clothes. He reminded me of Dumbledore from Harry Potter, and he also carried a long white staff.

We all sat around a long scrubbed table, and Gandalf spoke.

“So, please tell me what happened.”

I told him everything, and I told everyone about the poem that Nyx told me before I fell completely unconscious.

“I think I know what it means...” Said Gandalf. “But I cannot tell you right now, for it for you to find out yourself, along the journey. I had a dream of your coming, and your Goddess told me not to say anything.” He turned to Frodo, and the rest of them. “That is why I called you all here. We must go with them on their quest and help them.”

“And where exactly are we supposed to be going?” Asked Aphrodite. “Because I don't do walking. Unless I'm in a car, and you peasants are walking.”

I rolled my eyes at her.

Sam handed her some tea. She took a sip and then spat it out. “What the hell is this shit?” She shrieked.

“It's tea!” Replied Sam, looking a bit confused. “Never heard of tea before?”

“Of course I have, you idiot, this stuff is just a tiny bit disgusting. No offence.” She added as an after thought, because Sam looked a bit upset.

Gandalf looked around and paused. Then, “We're going to Mirkwood.”