Before you start to read my story, there's a few things I want to clear up. First of all, YES this is another one of those stories where an unsuspecting victim(s) gets magically transported to Middle Earth. I realize the idea has probably worn itself out on many of you, but I've been thinking about writing this for a long time now, it's up to you if you want to read and enjoy it. I personally don't care - I made it for myself and my best friend (that's why it's posted on here, so she can read it!). I have seen the LotR movies and I am about halfway done reading the books, so my lore/spelling/facts might not be 100% accurate. If you find a mistake, PLEASE tell me! I haven't figured everything out yet, still working on the details... and suggestions would be greatly appreciated so please review!

First chapter is a little bit short and maybe not as interesting... sorry! Next one to go up in a day or so.

Disclaimer: All publicly recognizable characters, settings, etc. are the property of their respective owners. The original characters and plot are the property of the author. The author is in no way associated with the owners, creators, or producers of any media franchise. No copyright infringement is intended.

Warnings: Rated NC-17 for later chapters, mild violence and language. *This is subject to change*

Chapter One

Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang.

For the life of me, I could not see what my best friend saw in Legolas. I suppose I can understand why so many women over the world went crazy for Orlando's long blonde hair and his tight leggings, his fingering abilities... with a bow that is. And with daggers... while running across tightened ropes or sliding down stairways on shields. But when I try to explain his overly exaggerated skills to Sarah, she just giggles and gets this starry look in her eyes. I would almost avoid having her over for our monthly LotR movie marathon, but I know she'd come banging on my door with expensive chocolate... hard to resist, right?

Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang - "I know you're in there Lindsay... Legolas is calling to meeee."

I love her to death, but she sounded seriously pathetic right there. Groaning, I got up off the couch and walked over to the door.

Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang.

"I'm coming already! You're going to upset my neighbours!" I swing the door open to reveal her, her hair and clothes drenched from rain. "Is... is it storming out?" I immediately felt the guilt coursing through me from making her stand outside for so long. I quickly move out of the way for her to pass by me, grabbing the chocolate from under her arm.

"Not that you deserve that... and yes, it is pouring out there. It came on all of a sudden as I was riding over here. Wasn't it supposed to be 30° Celsius today?" She tossed her Vespa keys on the table by the closet and hung up her jacket on the coat rack. Underneath, she wore a simple white tank with black skinny jeans and flats. We were around the same size, me and her... the only difference being that I was blessed with a bit more curves in the chest area while all of the guys loved her for her larger than average behind. Not that she hated the attention...

"I hope the power doesn't go out... or that it does right once Orlando comes on the screen." My remark was countered with an evil glare, not all that uncommon coming from Sarah. She could be very frightening at times.

"What the hell are you wearing?"

I furrowed my brow as I looked down at my body, completely forgetting that I hadn't changed out of my new cotton chemise I had purchased earlier. "Whatever, it's comfortable. Come on, let's start the Fellowship." I had the chocolates already opened by the time I made it back to the couch, Sarah hot on my trail. Every once in a while, we would pause the film to talk about the scene or how cool we both thought Viggo was. "I heard that all the armour he wore wasn't fake... he must be really fit..." or "Damn that Aragorn... he has better looking hair than me!" It wasn't until quite some time later when Frodo and the others were heading into the forest leading to Lothlorien that the lights flickered and I heard my dog barking outside.

"Emmett! I forgot about him!" I leapt over arm rest and ran towards the screen door, sliding it open and calling for my Great Dane. "GET IN HERE! Sarah... he's going to be all muddy... where is he... Sarah get off your ass and help me!" I padded back through the kitchen in search of my hoodie, not to protect me from the rain as much to hide my exposed skin from my neighbours. I noticed Sarah sticking her hand out of the door as if to check the temperature of the rain on her palm. After careful consideration, she decided it was warm enough and I followed her out onto the pavement, narrowing my eyes into the woods behind my house. Thunder rolled and echoed loudly off of the mountains. With bare feet, we trudged through the grass towards edge of the trees.

"Do you think he went off in there? He's never done that before... must've been afraid."

"Maybe he saw a deer and thought they could be friends..."

"This is serious, Sarah! He's too clumsy, he could get hurt!" I pushed a large branch away from our walking path and entered the forest with a look of worry etched across my face. After my parents had died, Emmett was all I had left in my family and I had grown unreasonably attached to the beast. He was white and black, not hard to spot in an area full of greens and browns. We kept walking for about 5 more minutes before stopping to huddle under a tree thick with leaves. My hair clung to my face and the pouring rain limited my sight and hearing.

"We should turn back!" Sarah practically yelled into my ear and yet I could barely hear her across the thunder. I rubbed at my bare thighs and peered around once more, instantly wishing I had grabbed some pants along with the sweater. I turned to face her and nodded slowly, a small laugh escaping my lips.

"Why are you laughing? This isn't funny!" She watched my finger as I pointed to her white shirt, completely drenched and completely see through. "Oh, you're so mature, Lindsay..."

CRACK.

We both screamed as the lightning hit a nearby telephone pole. Sparks flew and we both grabbed onto each other, looking around to see what happened. My hand tried to shield my eyes from the rain, "We need to go, now!" I grabbed onto Sarah's arm and prepared myself to run back to the house. Unfortunately for us, we didn't notice that the force from the lightning had caused the pole to shift and snap, tilting and collapsing right towards us. With only a second to spare, we managed to dive out of the way and tumble down the hill we climbed up just minutes ago.

Before I blacked out, the last thing I heard was Sarah's long string of profanities.