Arwen-Jade woke up the next morning feeling truly wonderful. Everything was going her way. She had a pet Gríma and a best friend Sari, and a true love Leggy heading her way. How could life get any more perfect? With such a wise and handsome old man, a bumbling sidekick, and a cutie-patootie elf, life was good.

As she sat there, dreaming of her elf, she began to wonder if there was something wrong with him. It seemed that he had not come to her, and she was worried. She had meant for them to create an eternal vow of love and then go off to help Zeus chain Hades in lightning bolts with the help of her Leg-Leg and that really powerful ring she kept hearing about that a little boy named Frou-Frou (or Do-do or something ridiculous and rhyming like that) carried around. She had already been with her best friend for four days, and it was all fine and dandy, but she worried that Sari might fall in love with her, and she did not want to break his heart.

With that thought in mind, Arwen-Jade decided to find her elf. She began her march down the stairs, readying herself for anything ahead. She stopped for a moment to reapply her eyeliner before continuing to the door. As she went to open the door, it suddenly moved by itself. She was amazed. How was she to know that Saruman’s pretty tower Eye-Guard was this magical? Her amazement disappeared as she saw Saruman opening the door.

“My lady, did you need something?” asked Saruman, the very definition of a gentleman.

“I am going on a noble quest, Sari! Isn’t that exciting‽ I’m going to find my Lego in the woods over there, so if you would walk away and tell me good luck and wait for me, I’ll be on my way…” To her annoyance, Saruman did not move out of the way. She got nervous. Was he already in love with her?

“Arwen-Jade, do you know what is in that forest? Dangerous creatures lurk in there, and it would be best if you stayed in the tower until I can show you around.” Arwen-Jade smiled at him, thinking about how sweet it was that he cared about her safety. She decided to try her luck and see if he would kiss her passionately if she continued on her way.

“I know, Sari dear, but my Leggy needs my help. I think he’s in there. I can never ever live without him!! I need him, Sari!!” She watched his reaction, eyes turning orange as her curiosity took over. She watched as his eyebrows furrowed together, like two little worms sliding down a hill. She held off a disgusted face at the picture; all worms are creepy, no matter where they are. The man moved closer and put a hand on her shoulder. She began to get very nervous as he moved down to look her in the eyes.

“My dear, I did not wish to mention the word to describe the horror…but there are spiders hidden in the forest.” Arwen-Jade paused and flinched.

“!!!!!” she screamed, running back up the stairs without noticing the smirk on Saruman’s face. She ran and ran, getting slowly, but surely out of breath before she reached her room. She collapsed on her bed and passed out.

Arwen-Jade was getting bored. She looked around her dull and dusty room, wondering what she should do. Arwen-Jade reflected back to her favorite room in the world that she had lived in when she was with Freya. It was beautiful, pink and reds with a tint of gold. Why couldn’t she have a pretty room like that? Poor Sari is a dear soul, thought the princess, But he cannot decorate anything.’ With this thought in mind, Arwen-Jade suddenly brightened up. She ran down the stairs, screaming out for her Sari to come.

As she reached the bottom of the stairs, she found her Sari, waiting with an odd look (of ill disguised annoyance, but she didn’t recognize this) on his face and her dear pet. She quickly gave the man a hug and pet Gríma on the head.

“My lady, you called for me. Is there something wrong?” asked Saruman, his robes seeming to turn a blue-green color.

“My room is boring! I want to decorate it!” said the peppy Arwen-Jade, “Please, please Sari? It’s all for the greater good…” She made puppy eyes at the old wizard, who barely stopped himself from rolling his own eyes at her display.

“If you wish to decorate, you may, my lady. Please, take Gríma to assist you. Take what supplies you can find or create as long as you do not enter my study. I am working hard on something, and I would prefer to not be disturbed since the contents of my efforts are perilous to us.” Arwen-Jade, who had listened to and understood about every fourth word, nodded and began to drag Gríma back up the stairs.

That night, Arwen-Jade sat in her hot pink room and thought. This was quite a momentous occasion, since it was not only thinking, but plotting. The plotting, however, was quite a predictable idea. Somehow, she had come to the conclusion that her Sari did not want her to leave the tower. She knew it was all for her own good, but she needed to find Leggy, whether Sari approved or not. She began to tie all of the sheets in her room together to make a chain to reach the ground. As she threw the chain down, she became very nervous. The sheets did not touch the ground!

She had a moment of clarity, just one moment. The idea that she could die if she were to drop the sheets on her descent, or run into a dangerous spider nearly stopped her from going down the sheets. As quickly as it had come, the moment ended, and she knew that her true love, Legolas Greenleaf, was depending on her.

If only she had not forgotten her moment of thoughtfulness, she would have not fallen twenty stories from her room. You see, Arwen-Jade forgot the fact that a rope needed to be tied to something on the top to stay steady. She felt herself fall to the ground and felt the soft dirt. She was in pain, severe pain, but Arwen-Jade knew that Legolas could fix her if she just travelled on. She walked for a few steps and collapsed.

By the time Arwen-Jade regained consciousness, it was daylight. She looked forward and saw a lot of trees.

“What a great distance I have walked!” said the girl aloud, not noticing that Isengard was right behind her. She began to walk forward to the edge of the forest, excited to find her Leggy. Suddenly, she heard some groaning. Was it her Leggy? Arwen-Jade ran forward, her eyes purple, excited to see him. She entered the forest, looking eagerly around for her Leggy. She was suddenly overcome with a sense of anger, and it wasn’t her own. The tree seemed to glare menacingly at her. Afraid, she was about to step out of the forest and try to find her way back to her Sari when she heard another set of groans. Using her ultra-strong hearing, she decided to listen to what was going on.

“Our roads go together – to Isengard!” said the grumbling voice. Arwen-Jade felt her heart lift. It must be someone with her Leggy! He was safe! There was nothing to worry about. She decided to go back to Isengard and surprise her Sari with the news that her Leggy was coming with another person.

Saruman should have been suspicious when the girl had not come down at noon to ask for lunch, or come downstairs for two days now, but he was too comforted by the fact that she was not there. He sipped his tea, sitting and puzzling over who this J.R.R. Tolkien might be. He thought that he could be Malbeth the Seer under another name. The man was very secretive, and his prediction about Arvedui was quite accurate. He pondered the details, enjoying the silence of his study.

“SARI!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” Saruman jumped, nearly spilling his tea all over the books. Apparently, the girl had returned. Saruman quickly put the books away and walked out to the main entrance.

“Do you need something, my lady?” he asked, nervous to hear what she had to say. The girl’s eyes were changing colors rapidly.

“My Leggy is coming and some other guy! He had a gruff voice and I heard them when I went into the forest, and he was like ‘Dude, let’s go to Isengard together!’ and it was them! PREPARE THE PLACE! I’m sure my Leggy will give you a huge reward when he comes, I swear it! Ooh, I’m so happy!” With that, Arwen-Jade began to go into a series of fangirlish squeals, which thoroughly frightened Saruman almost as much as Sauron had when he first discovered his ventures into the palantír. The girl stopped for a moment.

“Oh, the trees felt angry…but Leggy is coming!!!!!” Caught up in her happiness, Arwen-Jade did not notice Saruman turn pale and his robes freeze in a murky brown for a moment, nor did she see the look of horror on his face. She did not notice as he hurried back to the study, not sure what to do next.

Author's Note: Sorry it took a while. I've had a lot going on, but don't worry. The next chapter should come soon! Reviews are appreciated!