"Oh wonder of wonders!  Glory of glories!" cried Katherine as she flung herself upon the picturesque grass, weeping.
"Uh, what she said," replied Stephen awkwardly, though not totally unmoved.
Katherine's eyes had never sparkled before, but now they were trying their damndest.  "Where can we begin?  Exploring this glorious world of light and joy could take forever!"
Stephen sighed.  "I thought you, of all people, would know!"
Katherine pondered.  Nothing.  Stephen gave her a gallant look, saying, "LET'S FROLIC!"
And they did.  Furiously.  They froliced in every way.  Singing, dancing, and yes, weaving jewelry out of posies.  Around midnight, they paused.  Time stopped.  They collapsed and fell asleep, because frolicing does take a toll on non-cross country runners.
When they woke up, they found that elves were poking them with sticks.  "Whaaa?!?!" said Stephen.
The elves screamed and jumped away.  "Woah, man, I told you not to mess with them!" said an ageless girl-elf.
Katherine was disconcerted.  "What?  Why aren't you aloof and poetic like in Tolkien?"
The guy who was poking Stephen laughed.  "Pshaw!  We are...sometimes.  Everybody needs a break, hon."
This freaked both travelers out.  They ran for their dragon and flew off, leaving the immortal elves shaking their fists.
Katherine shuddered.  "That was so creepy!"
Stephen agreed.  "Yeah.  Let's go someplace sensible.  Mordor, here we come!"
They swooped over the crags and pits marring the ugly face of Mordor.  They sighed.  "That's more like it!" said Katherine.
They soon felt they were being watched.  Stephen's eyes glazed over.  "They eye of Sauron!" he said, holding out a gold ring.
Katherine gasped.  "Stephen!  Is that the One Ring?"
He laughed.  "No...I'm just messin' with you."
Inexplicably they were drawn to a great big tower with a flaming eye at the top.  They landed, and the eye said, "Little people...I need an objective opinion.  I'm having a little public relations problem.  I want to let people know that I'm not bad...*I...I...I...I...I'm...Hooked on Feelin'! (do, do, doo, dooo) I'm high on believin', that you're in love with meee!*"
Katherine elbowed Stephen.  "He's singing to you."
Stephen blushed.
When the Eye of Ultimate Evil had finished his "ooga chakas" Katherine cleared her throat.  "What about some make up?  You know, mascera and eyeliner and stuff."
They eye flamed higher.  "That's for girls!  I'm a manly eye!"
Katherine and Stephen cowered.  The eye cried flames at them.  They had to think of something.  "A color contact!" yelled Stephen.  "A nice, inviting, blue color!"
The eye pondered.  "Good idea," it said.  "You, Stephen, will be my advisor.  The girl goes to the laundry room to iron my underwear!"
"I can't even begin to say what's wrong with that," said Katherine as orcs hauled her away.
"Noooo!" yelled Stephen melodramatically.
"Ditto!" cried Katherine back at him.  "I wanted to meet Aragorn!  Oh...he's so pretty!"
Stephen sulked a little bit.

WILL KATHERINE BE CONDEMNED TO A WORLD OF UNDERWEAR?  SHE'D BETTER NOT!
Needless to say, TO BE CONTINUED!