Disclaimer: I don't own Lord of the Rings, nor any of its related material.
This is my first fanfic for Lord of the Rings. Actually, this would be my first fanfic period. So anyways, enjoy the readin'!
Also, I would like to thank Shea and Lauren for assisting me in Elven names and Sindarin translations.
1. MY ARRIVAL
Late at night, there was a rustling in the trees and a breeze started blowing, getting stronger and stronger. As soon as it had increased to about the power of a hurricane, a white light appeared in the center of it all, just above the tops of the trees, and started building in intensity. Soon everything in the small valley was illuminated as if under a gigantic spotlight with an equally gigantic fan to accompany it. Then the white light exploded in a shock wave which moved in a spherical pattern away from its source, slowly dissipating. The light and wind went with it and within a minute everything had returned to normal. I had arrived.
I got up, dusting off my jean jacket. "Wow," I commented. "Now THAT was a firecracker." Noticing a twig that had gotten lodged in the folds of my jacket, I pulled at it. It wouldn't come loose. "Ugh," I muttered to myself, pulling harder. Then, with a ripping sound, it came off... along with a small piece of my jacket.
"Damnit," I proclaimed to the forest while holding the twig with the piece of denim stuck to it up in the air as if it were a piece of evidence being shown in court. "This was my favourite jean jacket!" With a sigh, I threw down the twig and started walking slowly and aimlessly. After all, I had no idea where I had just sent myself.
Looking around, I saw that a decent amount of damage had been done to the surrounding forest due to my arrival. Then I looked down at the twig and back up at the forest. "Okay, fine. Fair's fair."
Then I remembered I'd brought my backpack with all my supplies, but it wasn't on my shoulders. I hastily started running all about the area, looking for it. Soon enough, I discovered that it had played a disappearing game on me and was hiding pretty darn well. While swearing quite a bit, I stared up into the trees to see if it had gotten caught in the upper branches, but it was dark out and I couldn't see anything clearly. To make matters worse, my backpack was black, so it was definitely not going to be easy to spot.
"Great," I muttered. "Without my backpack, and thus the supplies, my odds of survival here have been rather diminished." I swore a few more times under my breath and gave up on it for now. Perhaps I'd return here when there was daylight.
So then I decided I wasn't going to stick around here. Who knows how many inhabitants of this land had seen the explosion and were coming to investigate. I wasn't going to stay to greet them when they came. I knew nothing about them, and I wasn't going to take the chance that they could be cannibals. After all, I was completely unarmed. The only advantage I currently had was that I had somehow NOT broken both my legs after falling a good number of metres from above the ground. That meant I could still run. Hopefully, I was faster than anything else in this land that would try to pursue me. I found that prospect unlikely, which was basically why I wasn't going to stay.
I quickly ambled into the thick of the forest as fast as I could (because although I hadn't broken them, my legs were indeed hurting just a little). Once in the forest, I suddenly realized just how dark it was in here. I started groping about while my eyes adjusted to the dim light. Once they had, I moved further in.
I had been walking for quite some time when my alert ears started picking up movement somewhere far behind me. It wasn't very loud - I was thinking it was a rabbit or something about that size. I started looking back over my shoulder to see what it was. Every time I did, the noise stopped. That couldn't be good. Maybe this world had killer rabbits.
I ran over to a thick trunked tree and ducked behind it. The noise stopped again and I heard nothing further. I sat down and leaned back against the tree, waiting for whatever it was to make a move. I sat there for about two minutes, not saying anything and keeping my breath low and quiet. I grew impatient at the end of that time, though, and peeked around the side of the tree. I would have been holding the kitchen knife I'd brought with me (I had nothing better, okay?), only it had been in my backpack, and you know the story there. Anyways, upon looking past the tree, I saw absolutely nothing but the trees swaying slightly in a cool breeze.
"I hate forests, I hate them," I cursed quietly. "There are too many dark areas from which you could be attacked from, ambushed, mauled, cut up, beaten to death... What I'd give for a pair of infrared goggles right now-"
I halted what I'd been saying, for I suddenly felt something cold and sharp pressed up against my neck.
"Turn around," said a woman's voice, and then she added, "Slowly."
I did so to find a lithe female with long ebony hair pointing an arrow straight at my neck. She seemed to be smirking slightly as if this were fairly amusing.
"If you don't mind," I said with a smile, "I'd prefer it if you didn't point that thing at me." She paused for a moment with her own smile and then put down the arrow - but did not unload the bow. She first glanced at the sides of my head for some reason and then stared straight into my eyes. I looked back into hers. To my surprise, there was something... different about them... They had some sort of gleam in them, and they were deep and understanding, as if she were full of wisdom gained by age. That seemed to contradict her physical appearance, but I already knew appearances could be deceiving and only the eyes could truly relay accurate information about a person's soul.
"You're a man," the woman commented as if that were extremely important.
"Well yeah, I guess," I replied, although I could tell by the expression on her face she hadn't been looking for a confirmation of that fact.
"Tell me, what is your business in these parts?" she asked.
"Well I came here looking for two of my friends who disappeared a while ago," I told her. I stood up just then, because sitting had given me a really bad cramp by that point. I didn't care if she was going to shoot me with the arrow for it; nothing gets between me and stretching my legs.
Anyways, she had been kneeling down to speak to me as I had sat there. As a result, her long hair had hung down and covered the sides of her head. As soon as I stood up, she got up quickly and stepped back a little.
Her hair moved back, and I saw her ears for the first time. They were pointed.
"Uh..." I stammered, "You're an elf?"
"Last time I checked," she replied with a smirk.
"Oh," I said. I had a pretty good idea where I was now, but I didn't want to sound like a fool in case I was wrong. "Where am I?"
She only seemed to find my new question even more amusing than the last. "Why? Are you lost?"
"More like collecting my bearings and asking for directions," I responded.
"Imagine that," she commented with a slight chuckle. "A man who actually takes the time to ask for directions."
"Huh," I thought to myself, "I guess some stereotypes are common no matter where you go." In any case, I ignored her comment and repeated my question of where I was.
She paused for a few seconds before replying, "You're not far from Imladris, or as you probably know it, Rivendell." When she said Imladris, there was almost a musical quality to her voice. It sounded sweet, yet strong. I liked it. In addition, the mentioning of those names quickly confirmed where I was. I had been transported to Middle Earth.
A cold breeze suddenly blew through the forest, and I found myself pulling my jean jacket tighter around myself. Yet I could have sworn I caught a glimpse of the elf saying something real quick in that musical voice of hers right before the gust of wind came along.
"Um..." I said, "You guys wouldn't mind if I spent the night there, would you?"
There was a pleased look on her face as if that's what she had been hoping I would say. I couldn't help but wonder if she had summoned the cold wind to help me make up my mind.
"Not at all," she replied with a smile. "Right this way." She put away her arrow, swung the bow onto her shoulder, and led the way.
"Mischievous little elf," I thought as I followed her to the elves' humble abode.
This is my first fanfic for Lord of the Rings. Actually, this would be my first fanfic period. So anyways, enjoy the readin'!
Also, I would like to thank Shea and Lauren for assisting me in Elven names and Sindarin translations.
1. MY ARRIVAL
Late at night, there was a rustling in the trees and a breeze started blowing, getting stronger and stronger. As soon as it had increased to about the power of a hurricane, a white light appeared in the center of it all, just above the tops of the trees, and started building in intensity. Soon everything in the small valley was illuminated as if under a gigantic spotlight with an equally gigantic fan to accompany it. Then the white light exploded in a shock wave which moved in a spherical pattern away from its source, slowly dissipating. The light and wind went with it and within a minute everything had returned to normal. I had arrived.
I got up, dusting off my jean jacket. "Wow," I commented. "Now THAT was a firecracker." Noticing a twig that had gotten lodged in the folds of my jacket, I pulled at it. It wouldn't come loose. "Ugh," I muttered to myself, pulling harder. Then, with a ripping sound, it came off... along with a small piece of my jacket.
"Damnit," I proclaimed to the forest while holding the twig with the piece of denim stuck to it up in the air as if it were a piece of evidence being shown in court. "This was my favourite jean jacket!" With a sigh, I threw down the twig and started walking slowly and aimlessly. After all, I had no idea where I had just sent myself.
Looking around, I saw that a decent amount of damage had been done to the surrounding forest due to my arrival. Then I looked down at the twig and back up at the forest. "Okay, fine. Fair's fair."
Then I remembered I'd brought my backpack with all my supplies, but it wasn't on my shoulders. I hastily started running all about the area, looking for it. Soon enough, I discovered that it had played a disappearing game on me and was hiding pretty darn well. While swearing quite a bit, I stared up into the trees to see if it had gotten caught in the upper branches, but it was dark out and I couldn't see anything clearly. To make matters worse, my backpack was black, so it was definitely not going to be easy to spot.
"Great," I muttered. "Without my backpack, and thus the supplies, my odds of survival here have been rather diminished." I swore a few more times under my breath and gave up on it for now. Perhaps I'd return here when there was daylight.
So then I decided I wasn't going to stick around here. Who knows how many inhabitants of this land had seen the explosion and were coming to investigate. I wasn't going to stay to greet them when they came. I knew nothing about them, and I wasn't going to take the chance that they could be cannibals. After all, I was completely unarmed. The only advantage I currently had was that I had somehow NOT broken both my legs after falling a good number of metres from above the ground. That meant I could still run. Hopefully, I was faster than anything else in this land that would try to pursue me. I found that prospect unlikely, which was basically why I wasn't going to stay.
I quickly ambled into the thick of the forest as fast as I could (because although I hadn't broken them, my legs were indeed hurting just a little). Once in the forest, I suddenly realized just how dark it was in here. I started groping about while my eyes adjusted to the dim light. Once they had, I moved further in.
I had been walking for quite some time when my alert ears started picking up movement somewhere far behind me. It wasn't very loud - I was thinking it was a rabbit or something about that size. I started looking back over my shoulder to see what it was. Every time I did, the noise stopped. That couldn't be good. Maybe this world had killer rabbits.
I ran over to a thick trunked tree and ducked behind it. The noise stopped again and I heard nothing further. I sat down and leaned back against the tree, waiting for whatever it was to make a move. I sat there for about two minutes, not saying anything and keeping my breath low and quiet. I grew impatient at the end of that time, though, and peeked around the side of the tree. I would have been holding the kitchen knife I'd brought with me (I had nothing better, okay?), only it had been in my backpack, and you know the story there. Anyways, upon looking past the tree, I saw absolutely nothing but the trees swaying slightly in a cool breeze.
"I hate forests, I hate them," I cursed quietly. "There are too many dark areas from which you could be attacked from, ambushed, mauled, cut up, beaten to death... What I'd give for a pair of infrared goggles right now-"
I halted what I'd been saying, for I suddenly felt something cold and sharp pressed up against my neck.
"Turn around," said a woman's voice, and then she added, "Slowly."
I did so to find a lithe female with long ebony hair pointing an arrow straight at my neck. She seemed to be smirking slightly as if this were fairly amusing.
"If you don't mind," I said with a smile, "I'd prefer it if you didn't point that thing at me." She paused for a moment with her own smile and then put down the arrow - but did not unload the bow. She first glanced at the sides of my head for some reason and then stared straight into my eyes. I looked back into hers. To my surprise, there was something... different about them... They had some sort of gleam in them, and they were deep and understanding, as if she were full of wisdom gained by age. That seemed to contradict her physical appearance, but I already knew appearances could be deceiving and only the eyes could truly relay accurate information about a person's soul.
"You're a man," the woman commented as if that were extremely important.
"Well yeah, I guess," I replied, although I could tell by the expression on her face she hadn't been looking for a confirmation of that fact.
"Tell me, what is your business in these parts?" she asked.
"Well I came here looking for two of my friends who disappeared a while ago," I told her. I stood up just then, because sitting had given me a really bad cramp by that point. I didn't care if she was going to shoot me with the arrow for it; nothing gets between me and stretching my legs.
Anyways, she had been kneeling down to speak to me as I had sat there. As a result, her long hair had hung down and covered the sides of her head. As soon as I stood up, she got up quickly and stepped back a little.
Her hair moved back, and I saw her ears for the first time. They were pointed.
"Uh..." I stammered, "You're an elf?"
"Last time I checked," she replied with a smirk.
"Oh," I said. I had a pretty good idea where I was now, but I didn't want to sound like a fool in case I was wrong. "Where am I?"
She only seemed to find my new question even more amusing than the last. "Why? Are you lost?"
"More like collecting my bearings and asking for directions," I responded.
"Imagine that," she commented with a slight chuckle. "A man who actually takes the time to ask for directions."
"Huh," I thought to myself, "I guess some stereotypes are common no matter where you go." In any case, I ignored her comment and repeated my question of where I was.
She paused for a few seconds before replying, "You're not far from Imladris, or as you probably know it, Rivendell." When she said Imladris, there was almost a musical quality to her voice. It sounded sweet, yet strong. I liked it. In addition, the mentioning of those names quickly confirmed where I was. I had been transported to Middle Earth.
A cold breeze suddenly blew through the forest, and I found myself pulling my jean jacket tighter around myself. Yet I could have sworn I caught a glimpse of the elf saying something real quick in that musical voice of hers right before the gust of wind came along.
"Um..." I said, "You guys wouldn't mind if I spent the night there, would you?"
There was a pleased look on her face as if that's what she had been hoping I would say. I couldn't help but wonder if she had summoned the cold wind to help me make up my mind.
"Not at all," she replied with a smile. "Right this way." She put away her arrow, swung the bow onto her shoulder, and led the way.
"Mischievous little elf," I thought as I followed her to the elves' humble abode.