A/N: I am going to make several chapternowhere Sky hunts down the jerks who dragged her into Middle Earth. Enjoy!
Chapter 1: An Orcish Wake-up Call
I was laughing in the parking lot with my twin brother when it happened. A group of three large, nasty orcs kidnapped me and dragged me into Middle Earth. Lucky me, I managed to escape them in the magic portal, or whatever it was, and dropped out in the troll scene from the first movie. For those of you who don't know me already, my name is Skylar Waters, but my friends all call me Sky. I last left you all on a cliff with the company, gazing out at the Lonely Mountain in the distance. It has only been two weeks since I first arrived here, and I'm still trying to face my childish fears of heights and giant spiders.
The last time I ate a proper meal was nearly thirteen days ago, in Rivendell. I am officially homesick, scared for my life, and falling for a dwarf I'm traveling with. The orcs that first brought me here are constantly on my mind now since my latest encounter with some of the monsters. Azog the Defiler and his followers had trapped my friends and I in a tree hanging over a cliff. We were rescued by giant eagles who carried us a good way closer to the Lonely Mountain.
We will be reaching Mirkwood forest soon, and I am rather worried because of the giant spiders that reside there. Not to mention the annoying tree-huggers, also known as elves, that are to absorbed in their parties to care about anyone else in the forest. Don't get me wrong, I love the elves, I just hate snobs who leave innocent people to starve or be eaten by spiders.
I miss my old life, my puppy, my twin brother, and the two little sisters that will have been born by now. I have grown to love the company like a second family, but I am more than ready to kill Smaug and find a way home.
Normally, I'm woken either by the person keeping watch or a growling stomach, occasionally both. Unfortunately, that was not the case this morning because I was woken by a group of orcs dragged me off. Thankfully, I was able pull an arm free, draw my sword, and decapitate one of the orcs.
I glared the foul beasts down as they fanned out around me," Careful boys," an Orc laughed," She's a fighter." I whipped towards it," Who are you? What do you want from me?" I demanded, these jerks had screwed up my life twice now, and I wanted answers. The biggest Orc laughed cruelly," Who we are is none of your concern, girl. Our master wants you for your knowledge," he sneered.
I narrowed my eyes at his reply," Who is your master?" I asked cautiously. The orcs all laughed," The dark lord is our only master. The pale Orc is a mere distraction for your companions. You are the real prize. You know things that our master wants to know. We are proud to be the ones to bring you to him!" the largest Orc snarled, knocking my sword out of my hands and throwing me to the ground.
Suddenly, he roared in pain and spun around with two arrows in his back. I reached for my sword as the orcs were distracted by the sudden attack from the shadows. I quickly decapitated several of the orcs as the largest fell from two arrows lodging themselves in his heart. The three remaining orcs looked at each other in terror and fled from the clearing as Fili, Kili, and Thorin charged into the clearing. The three dwarves all looked ready to take on Smaug right then and there as they chased down the three orcs and killed them.
I chuckled nervously," So guys, what took you so long?" I asked shakily, collapsing from lack of sleep and adrenaline.
The three were by my side the moment I hit the ground," Sky! Are you injured?" Kili asked, poking dark spots on my green t-shirt until I slapped his hand away. I looked at him in irritation," I'm fine. I just haven't slept well the past few days and am experiencing a serious adrenaline rush. My legs gave out is all," I snapped, struggling to my feet. They all looked at me skeptically as I took a few wobbly steps forward then passed out. The three dwarves shook their heads, and Kili picked me up to carry me back to where we had made camp.
I woke to three worried faces above me,and a barrage of questions. I reached up slowly reached up and placed a hand on Kili's chin," Kili," I started weakly," Quit asking stupid questions." I slapped his cheek gently and hopped to my feet. The guys all looked at me as I stumbled over to where my cost was lying in the dirt," Stop staring," I growled, ramming my arms through the sleeves. At that moment I was saved by Gandalf grabbing my shoulder and giving me that "I'm a wise old fart, and you are going to tell me what's wrong" look. Looking into the wise old wizard's blue eyes made me feel like I was looking at my grandfather," Ok, Gandalf," I sighed," If you want to know what's wrong, you have to swear not to tell any of the others."
The old wizard smiled and nodded," I swear on my life," he whispered. I smiled softly at the old man," Ok, I'm not from Middle Earth. I'm from a place called New York City. It's a really long ways from here, and I was kidnapped and brought here by a group of orcs who work for Sauron," I whispered. Gandalf's eyes grew huge," But that would mean that the dark lord is growing in power," Gandalf murmured, obviously troubled. Confusion shot through me as the old wizard failed to show any of the reactions I had been expecting when I told him I wasn't from Middle Earth. I held up my hands," Whoa, hold on a minute!" I said quietly, halting the old wizard's train of thought," So it doesn't bother you at all that I'm not from here?" I asked. The old wizard gave me a look that said," Yes, it bothers me but not as much as the other bit you said."
Grumbling to myself, I strode back over to the others and plopped down next to Bilbo. It was then that I realized that Bilbo had likely heard the last half of everything that I said.
A/N: Please review and tell me what you liked, hated, and think I could do better! Happy Holidays!