Chapter One:

A/N: Okay, I know, I've already got one insertion going, but I've had idea's chasing each other around my head for a while now, and it's driving me nuts. Who knows, this may not even get posted. For right now, it's just to get it down on paper.

Okay, so, this is going to be my second LOTR story, focused around a completely different set of OC's. I'm hoping that I can avoid Mary-Sueing the girls. :)

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Charlotte and Caroline Johnson were born identical twins. Their mother and father had been thrilled, until they found that telling the two apart was impossible for them. Even their best friend Isabella couldn't tell them apart.

The two had long black hair that was down almost to their waists, and bright green eyes. The eyes were passed down on their mothers side, and the black hair on their fathers.

Aside from the fact that they had the exact same genes, the two were as different as could be. One preferred to be out with a friend at the mall, while the other would prefer a good book. One fawned over the latest fashions and make up, while the other just went with the flow and wore what she felt like wearing.

In essence, Caroline was a girly-girl, whilst Charlotte leaned more towards the Tom-Boyish side. While Charlotte didn't abhor fashion, she also wouldn't go out of her way to conform to it's beck and will. She didn't wear make up all the time, but she would on special occasions.

Caroline, on the other hand, always had the latest fashion magazines, and always had the best make ups. She would get up and put on her make up every day, and then spend an hour debating on what to wear. It was quite ridiculous actually.

One sunny day the two were sitting side by side underneath a tree, right across from their best friend, Isabella.

"You two excited about the school dance coming up?" Asked Isabella. Charlotte just groaned, and Caroline looked really excited.

" Yes! I can't wait for someone to ask me!" Said Caroline, in a bubbly tone. Charlotte gave a quiet little chuckle.

" Actually, someone already has asked you. Or, more accurately, asked me, thinking it was you." Isabella burst into laughter, and Caroline looked mortified.

" Oh my gosh, who? Who would make that mistake? I would like to think that I at least have a better fashion sense than you!" She was rewarded by a potato chip being chucked at her head.

" Watch it missy! Remember, your room is right next to mine, and you could wake up with spiders in your bed whenever I wanted you too!" Threatened Charlotte. True to her girly nature, Caroline squealed and ducked behind Isabella, who was collapsed one the ground laughing at this point.

After a few more minutes of playful banter, the twins decided that it was time for them to go home. After saying good bye to Isabella, they departed, heading back towards their house.

Their parents were at one of their fathers business cocktail parties, one that they had to attend. This didn't happen very often, and the girls knew that their parents would much rather be at home with their girls.

" Hey, lets' have a movie marathon tonight!" Charlotte said, with a huge grin. Receiving an enthusiastic yes from her sister, Charlotte pulled out the movie drawer.

" Let's see, let's see... No...No... Ugh, why do we eve own that movie? Seriously, vampires do not sparkle! ... No...As much as I love you Johnny, I'm not in the mood for pirates tonight... Ah, here we are!" And she pulled back with all three of The Lord of the Rings movies in her hand. Her sister nodded, and Charlotte popped the movie in.

" NO, YOU IDIOT! DON'T STAND UP, PLAY DEAD!" Caroline threw a piece of popcorn at the TV screen, while Charlotte collapsed into giggles. They were only to Amon Hen in the Fellowship, and both girls were already on sugar-highs, and already had about a liter of caffeine each in their systems.

The finished the first movie, and moved on to the second, in which Charlotte complained about the lack of Elladan and Elrohir ( two of her favorite characters, seeing as they were the only known twins in the LOTR series), and Caroline yelled at Aragorn for flirting with Eowyn when he clearly belonged with Arwen.

Both girls absolutely loved the Lord of the Rings trilogy. Both had read all three books, although Charlotte had been a bit more tuned in to it, and both had seen the movies so many times that they could quote them word for word. It never seemed to get old.

Charlotte and Caroline had one of their many in-synch moments when they both yelled " CREEPER!" when Gollum's story came on. Neither of them had ever liked Gollum, at any point or time.

They were nearing the end of the third movie. Gollum was falling, falling, falling into the depths of Mount Doom. And just when he hit the surface...

BOOM! There was a flash of white light, and all went black.

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Charlotte came too slowly. Her head hurt, and she was lying on something hard, and bumpy. The ground, outside. But she hadn't been outside when that flash of light had come. So where...

She sat up abruptly, and promptly hit her head on a tree branch. She gave a few choice words, and then finally looked around her. Everything was green. The air was fresh and clear, and there wasn't a city to be found in sight.

" Do not move." Came a commanding voice from behind her. Charlotte froze, and felt the pressure of something sharp against her neck.

Brilliant, just brilliant. She had woken up in a strange place, with no idea where she was, and now she had some phsyco with a knife threatening her. Absolutely brilliant.

" Who are you? What are you doing here?" The same voice said. It was calm, and decidedly male. She also heard some shuffling and some whispers from farther back, so she guessed that there was more than just the one.

" My name is Charlotte Johnson, and I have absolutely no clue how I got here!" She said, her voice taking on a slightly indignant tone. She felt the man behind her tense, and she felt a slight prick where she knew that the knife had just barely pierced her skin.

" Well, Charlotte daughter of John, I think you are a spy. Why else would someone like you be out in the middle of nowhere?" Charlotte was about to reply when a timid voice from behind them said,

" Strider, if I may? She is just a girl. I hardly think that HE would start using girls as his spies. It is just not the way he does things."

'Strider', seemed to see some logic in the others words, because Charlotte felt the man relax slightly, and bring the knife a little bit away from her neck.

" Alright. I am going to take my knife away now. I want you to slowly turn around and show us your face. If you try to run, I will shoot you." Oh, so now the pshyco had a gun too? Fantastic!

Charlotte felt the knife slowly come away from her skin. When she was sure that she was no longer in danger of being sliced if she turned around, she slowly turned. What she found was not at all what she had expected.

Instead of a gun bearing gang, she found a man and four children, all dressed in Medieval clothes. The man had a bow slung across his back, and a sword hanging at his belt, along with multiple daggers, one of which was still in his hand. The children all had small daggers of their own as well.

" What the hell?" Charlotte muttered. Had she been bombarded by crazies? And where was Caroline? What if they had hurt her, or what if she was...dead?

" Am I going insane, or are you?" She asked, bewildered. The man gave her a strange look, and she saw the children do so as well. But they weren't children. Now that she looked, they all had faces that looked far too old to fit the little one's sizes. And they had feet too big for their bodies. But wasn't that the description of a...

She turned back to the man. It couldn't be... But one of the little ones had called him Strider... Was it possible?

" There's no freaking way.." She said, looking from one member of the party to another. Then one of the little ones stepped forward.

" Hello Miss! I'm sorry about Strider, he's just a bit on edge. I don't think you're a spy, so I'm going to introduce myself. My name is Frodo. Frodo Baggins!" He said with a smile.

Charlotte passed out.

A/N: Soooooo, what do you think? I think that I like this one a little bit more than my other story, but I don't know... Do me a favor and click on the review button, and give me your thoughts! :)