Dear Guest,

As I cannot reply to you directly as you've logged in as a Guest, I'll do so here.

April 12th:

I've since realized that this was a very manipulative and immature move on my part. I apologize for my emotional immaturity at that time as I had seen how this way worked with getting more reviews and decided to try it out myself, but have since noticed that this in fact blackmail.

April 9th:

I gave my fanfiction story to the authors of Detour to Destiny to check for plagiarism and ask their permission to post my story, which they've said isn't plagiarism to their story and gave me their permission.

April 8th:

I've since taken down all song lyrics from my story to follow the guidelines, thank you for reminding me of my past mistakes which I've gone about correcting since then.

Sincerely,

Pearl Bramble of Willowbottom

Dear HogsandHairspray,

As I said in my introduction, my story is INSPIRED by Detour to Destiny, just like many authors write their stories INSPIRED by stories they've read or watched. Writers don't live in a vacuum, they get stories from everywhere. There's no such thing as original stories, every story ever written in the last several years is based on twenty basic story lines, anyway. If writers are so paranoid about their inspired stories, then there wouldn't be any more stories. Furthermore, I gave my fanfiction story to the authors of Detour to Destiny to check for plagiarism and ask their permission to post my story, which they've said isn't plagiarism to their story and gave me their permission. I assume that you've ranted to every fan fiction writer on this website, as they've technically plagiarized original work as well, but can get away with posting their work as they say they're not the authors and don't make money on their creativity and hard work. That is unless of course you've started doing your job going after my story, making my claim a great exaggeration of your experiences thus far.

Sincerely,

Pearl Bramble of Willowbottom

To My Very Patient Readers: I'm so sorry I haven't updated for so long, these past few years have been crazy busy for me. I finally got a break, and so can write and upload chapter twelve. This chapter is very short, but it's something to tide you over for now. Thank you everyone for your patience and enthusiasm.

Once Upon a Time: Taking Chances

Chapter Twelve: A Race Against Time

"We're all going to die!" Pippin screamed as I sped down the turn lane to the highway, barely passing a semi-truck. I gripped the steering wheel tightly as I tried to ignore the Fellowships yells. Mentally mapping out how to get to the hospital, I took a few deep breaths as I slowly loosened my grip on the steering wheel.

"Everybody please be quiet so I can safely drive, I can't concentrate with all of this yelling!" I screamed, as Pippin yelled in my ear yet again. I heard a thwack and a "be quiet Pippin," from Merry as I switched lanes. Everyone was mercifully quiet as I drove the rest of the way to the hospital, and parked the car. Unbuckling my seatbelt, I directed Aragorn and Sam to lift Frodo and follow me as I led the Fellowship around the corner to the emergency section of the hospital. Once we got into the waiting room, I motioned Aragorn and Sam to follow me, then marched up to the desk where the receptionist was sitting.

"Please help me, my best friend has been running a high fever and we can't get it to come down!" I begged, curling my hands into fists when I noticed them start to shake.

"What's your friend's name?"

"Frodo Bags, he was named after one of the Lord of the Rings characters," I explained.

The receptionist announced a coded message into her microphone at my words. In seconds, nurses pulled a gurney into the waiting room, took Frodo from Aragorn and Sam's arms, placed him on the sheet and pillow, and wheeled him out the door. Sam made to follow the nurses wheeling Frodo on their gurney, but Aragorn and I stopped him. "We need to let the doctors and nurses work now, we can see Frodo in a little bit once he's recovered his strength," I explained.

"Now what do we do?" Sam asked as we went to the Fellowship who were still standing.

"Now we wait for visiting hours," I replied, feeling my adrenaline slow down as I collapsed in the nearest chair I could find.