Stuck In The Middle

Sisters....

 This chapter is dedicated to the amazing @parveensubhani. Love you!

  Atalanta flopped onto her soft blue bed, smirking. She had beaten Aragorn Elessar, the future King of Gondor. After he surrendered, Atalanta had pranced away, leaving Aragorn dumbfounded. Yup, she was a lady, and proud. Suddenly, Atalanta heard a knock on her large oak doors. Not feeling like getting up, Atalanta shouted out. ''COME IN!''

The door opened, and in tumbled Ashley. Atalanta saw Ashley's flustered face and pink cheeks, and wondered, what had just gone on?

''Hey, Ash.'' Atalanta greeted. ''What's up?''

''Y-you w-won't even b-believe it.'' Ashley stuttered.

''What?'' Atalanta prodded.

''SoIwasleavingmyroomandItrippedandfellandLegolasGreenleafhelpedmeandhewassonice!'' Ashley rushed out. Atalanta looked at Ashley curiously, and raised her eyebrow.

''Say that again. Slowly.''

Ashley sucked in a huge breath. The red shade in her cheeks toned down, and she looked less flustered. ''Okay. So....I was leaving my room, and I tripped and fell...and Legolas Greenleaf  helped me! And he was so amazing and nice!''

Atalanta looked at Ashley, seriously. Then, she burst out laughing, for the second time in the day. ''Ashley, you klutz! Anyway, guess who I met – err, I mean beat in a sword fight. Aragorn Elessar.''

Ashley's eyes widened. ''ARAGORN ELESSAR? ATALANTA! You've got to be kidding me! And you beat him? Wha-'' Ashley was caught off, by a rapid knock on the door.

''Come in!'' Atalanta shouted, for the second time. Wow, she was having a lot of seconds, wasn't she?

The door came opened, and in came another flustered Jackson sister. Ashley and Atalanta looked at Katheryn Jackson surprised, not sure what could fluster Kate.

''Yeah?'' Ashley asked.

''Boromir.'' Kate said, simply.

''BOROMIR?'' Ashley shouted, jumping up. In Atalanta's opinion, Ashley was another crazy fangirl. ''This is just.....really crazy. Really crazy. Kate met Boromir, son of the steward. I met Legolas, heir to Mirkwood. And Atalanta met Aragorn, King of Gondor. This is a dream.''

Atalanta snorted. ''I wish.''

''Do you?'' Ashley asked. She didn't mean for it to come off as demanding, merely questioning.

''Well, yes. We're stuck in a fantasy world, and I don't even understand why. We grew up in 'Earth' – is that even a place? Technically, my 12 years of learning sciene should prove that this is fake. But what is, anyway? What is fake? I don't know anymore. All I know is that we're stuck in this stupid, fake place, and – '' Atalanta ranted, only to be cut off.

''Atalanta!'' Kate reprimanded. ''Stop for a second. Sure, we don't really know what is going on. But, just think, aren't you grateful about this? That we're here?''

''What is that supposed to mean?''

Kate rolled her eyes – which was very unlike her. ''We're in Middle-Earth, Atalanta! Middle-Earth! We've dreamt about this for years. It's literally a dream come true!'' Seeing Atalanta roll her eyes, Kate added, ''aren't you a tad bit happy? We're here right before the fellowship assembles. Rivendell is a safe haven, we'll be fine. We might get to see Aragorn be crowned, and everything! Aren't you happy that we aren't somewhere else?''