Disclaimers: I do not own The Lord of the Rings. J.R.R. Tolkien does.

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Welcome. :) We're nearing the end of October. This fanfic popped into my head last night, while working on another villainous drabble for my fanfic, One Hundred Tales to Weave. Feel free to give suggestion for heroes that I can include in this story. These heroes-turned-villains will be canon characters from "The Lord of the Rings". I'll make sure to include the ones I worked with in previous stories.

Enjoy. :)

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The Crimson family all had red hair. It was in their blood to have red hair. Ellie Crimson was no different. She was the last born and already her hair kept the family trait. It just didn't explain why she was picked on for her last name. Especially when Halloween drew closer. Didn't people know better? She thought her last name was unique.

She shook her head. Oh well! Back to her Lord of the Rings game.

She was a Lord of the Rings fan and loved it. The majority of her family didn't understand why she loved it so much. They thought she should enjoy other things, like sewing, cooking, and raising children. She was twenty-six years old. She wasn't ready to have children. She just wanted to enjoy the single life, while she still had it.

And yet, playing as Frodo Baggins in "The Fellowship of the Ring" game was enough to drive her mental. Oh, how she wished she lived in Middle-earth, spending every single day with him. She wished it more than anything. A simple life with the curly, brown-haired hobbit. It was all she wanted. To be his. Always.

She didn't count on a spinning dark portal seeping in the air, right in the middle of her bedroom. The grey carpet was singed, due to that portal. Oh no! The poor carpet!

"Hello?" Her gaze fixed on the portal. There was a world inside. A barren world where trees were dead. People ran around, being chased by grotesque creatures and riders wearing black robes. No one entered the portal and no one left it.

"Surrender the Ring!"

Darn it all. A Nazgûl found Frodo again in the game. She wished that hadn't happened. It was bad enough she would have to start over from where she left off. At night. When Frodo would have to sneak around, past the Nazgûl….

….oh! That portal was staying up. She didn't know for how much longer. Wait! There was Frodo, but he looked high and mighty. She mustn't be afraid. She needed to regain her strength. She moved past the chair and checked on the portal. It stung her, the moment her finger touched the portal's edge. It hurt so badly! Fresh blood dripped from her fingers. She did her best to hold her fingers steady, using a nearby cloth. It worked, for the moment. She tried her hand at the portal's center.

It didn't sting. Instead, her body vanished like water. She couldn't feel her body anymore, but could see the dead world now, right before her eyes. Her body took form again. She was in the dead world, wearing the same white T-shirt and brown pants she'd wore when she was in her room. She looked back to find the portal had disappeared, gone without a trace. Great. She was trapped in a world not her own, right in front of a dirty, hairy footed hobbit. She turned her head up, greeting a fair faced, blue-eyed hobbit donned in a long leather trench coat and dark clothing. He grinned at her, menacingly.

Oh no! What world had she entered in?

"Hullo." The blue-eyed hobbit grinned at her so savagely. "Welcome to Middle-earth."

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Thanks for reading. :)