When Worlds Collide

Of Elves, Bets and Spiders

I was sitting there and thinking that I should probably brush the dust off my writing skills, but then I realized that I haven't written an actual thing in my life save for some writing assignments years ago, so it probably doesn't even count. How did I became known as a 'person who writes and stuff' is far beyond me. So then this story is my attempt to find out whether I have any writing skills to begin with. Plus I'm not a native english speaker. Therefore, any constructive feedback is more than welcomed. I'm atalking like I believe anyone will read this, but I really don't. Seriously, if you have anything at all to say or any tips, feel free to tell me. You won't hurt my feelings or anything. I'm not taking this story too seriously.

Takes place post the Hobbit movies.

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The saying was proven to be true. You truly do manage to learn at least one new thing each and every day of your existence. For example, today was the day when one particular one young woman had learned that for all intents and purposes, making any bets while being in a state of absolute drunkenness was quite an abysmal idea.

Although, some would argue that getting absolutely drunk was not such a stellar idea in the first place. For the most part she would agree. She was never the one to seek out a lifestyle of partying and alcohol had never had the same allure to her as it had to some of her peers. Not that she ever had anything against it. She had absolutely no problems with alcohol, parties or people who preferred any or both of the activities. She had simply preferred other ways of spending her leisure time. The little she had, being in her senior year of university and having to write a thesis, the task, which in theory she should have dedicated all of this and a large part of the previous year to be occupied with, but, as it often happens, had left untouched until the deadline peaked its ugly head over the horizon and stared at her with it's doom-filled eyes.

In other words, she had experienced a few rather stressful months full of sleepless nights and by the end of it felt that some relaxation was long overdue. Therefore, during the graduation party she had allowed herself a glass of wine. Then another. And one more...

Not that she intended to get drunk. She definitely didn't set it as one of the night's goals. The wine was just... good. It was good. Probably expensive and somewhat unexpected at such an event, since the average budget of a recent university graduate didn't exactly allow for such expensive beverages. It would be a waste of opportunity not to enjoy it while she could.

And did she ever enjoy it.

Before our heroine knew it, she was already heading towards the karaoke machine, utterly convinced in her ability to take that high note. The fact that she was by no means a singer and the last time she had anything to do with music was way back in elementary school, during the voluntarily enforced try-outs for the school choir, had not diminished her determination by the slightest bit. Quite the opposite. She was so convinced in her abilities that she had made a bet.

The bet. The one which she had blissfully forgotten once her alcohol affected mind gave in to sleep. Fortunately in her own bed and with no strangers beside her.

Unfortunately, though, the other party which took part in the betting process had not forgotten and wasted no time in presenting full details of the arrangement.

This is exactly where we find her. In the middle of the forest, surrounded by people she had spent years studying with, but barely knew the names of, wearing hair extensions and an elaborate outfit which mas simultaneously tight and had several unnecessary flowing parts which served no other purpose than to obstruct her every movement in each and every way possible. Oh, and the fake ears. Don't forget the fake ears.