Celine and I are Tolkien fanatics. When we are yanked into Arda by the Valar, we decide to join the Fellowship. Q-Who wouldn't? A-Anyone sane. We receive powers and shiny tools of mass destruction to aid us on our quest, then are carelessly tossed into the fray- and our story, full of laughs, tears, hysteria, panic, and (hopefully) no Mary-Sues. But will we live to tell the tale?

This is what I think would happen if Amy Pond got a chance to vent her feelings out at Madame Kovarian. Two-Shot! Whatever that is... Rated K just in case. This story is un-beta-ed. D