So! My first ever LOTR fanfic! Wow! I don't know if it's any good… the idea came to me one night and I had to write it down, otherwise I would have exploded sooooo…. Here it is. Please review!

Disclaimer: I am a woman, not a man. I attend High school, not Oxford… and I certainly don't have enough brains to create books such as the LOTR Therefore. I do not own any of this. K?

Normalcy. Everyone lives their life by their own definition of it. The definition of normalcy my life had achieved was completely GONE when something happened to me that was…odd? Unusual? Strange? UNEXPECTED! That's it! Unexpected… something rather unexpected happened to me and it changed my life quite a bit. I am writing this to get it off my chest and get it OUT there…. You more than likely think me to be some raving fan girl… Obsessed with a fantasy so much that she writes herself into one of the books… but I assure you I am not. My name is Anita Jeanne Croswell. And this is my…well… my unexpected encounter and how it changed me.

I had always been a quiet, reserved girl… brainy but not popular or overly pretty. I avoided making friends altogether through most of my school career. To me that was absolutely fine. I had my books. The characters in the books welcomed me… and didn't ignore me. Like most children I enjoyed fantasy…. tales of dragons and mythical beings of princesses and kings. I didn't have Harry Potter as a child. However I did have something better, The Lord of the Rings trilogy. I would read and reread those books. I wasn't overly obsessed or anything. I just found Professor Tolkien's novels brilliant and well written. I would spend hours upon hours reading them. I never tired of the battles in which I knew the outcome… they still made my heart race and my mind worry that one of the characters that I loved so dearly would be killed. Yes, the books were very intriguing to my young mind. Alas… I became more skilled in the social world, and made new friends of a more… realistic nature, and my old buddies, the trilogy that amazed me, was shoved to the back of my closet to make more room for when I had sleepovers.

As a matter of fact… I had completely forgotten them until I heard that they were making movies OF the books. The minute I was informed of this (my best friend Kristin was the one to yell it in my ear one morning on the subway) I retrieved the books from my parent's home. Between work and everything an adult handles I had just enough time to finish them before the first movie came out. I was impressed with EVERYTHING the movie had to offer. It stayed pretty close to the book and had amazing set design and good actors! So, naturally I was excited when the second movie came out, and saw it with said best friend. That is when my fateful story begins. The Night I saw the movie rendition of The Lord of the Rings, The Two Towers….

"So," my eager friend said as we emerged from the crowded movie theater onto the wet New York street, "How did yoo like zee second moovie in zee series?"

I laughed, pulling out my umbrella so as to not get wet from the rain, "Well you stupid accent just lowered my opinion ten points!"

Kristin playfully hit my arm, "That was my impression of a French woman on crack! Now… back to my question you have not answered… dija like it?"

French woman on crack? The poor dear is going insane! I thought. To humor her I answered honestly, "I enjoyed it. But there was one point that bothered me. It was toward the end."

"And this point that bothered you was….?"

"I don't think Haldir was supposed to die in that battle. He was supposed to die in the battle at Minas Tirith. They killed him off too soon."

My friend replied with one of her usual unexpected answers.

"It just bothered you 'cause he was hot."

"WHAT??" I said loudly, so loudly that people in the subway car stared at me.

My friend blinked once. Twice. "You heard me. You were pissed because 'Haldir' or whatever the hell his name is, was H-O-T."

I gaped at her, disbelieving. "NO! It was because it wasn't true to the BOOK!"

My friend laughed, her blonde hair shaking, "Oh, come on Anni! It's normal to believe a member of the opposite sex is HOT… and trust me. Whoever the guy that played him WAS H-O-T!"

I shook my head and turned to look out of the El train windows at the passing city.

She laughed again, "God! You're such a prude! Miss 'I keep all of my sexual and naughty desires inside so I look all sweet and innocent'! You need to let loose! Repeat after me, 'The Haldir dude was HOT! He was sexy! I want him!'"

"Kris stop, there are people watching." I whispered.

"So?" she sighed, "You really are a prude. Your last boyfriend was, what? Like a YEAR ago? And even that wasn't a serious relationship.. if you can even call it that."

I sucked in my breath, she was beginning to make me mad, "Darryl and I mutually agreed to end the relationship because of differences in our future."

Kristin sneered, "Yeah, because he probably SAW one and you didn't."

That was it. I was getting off at this stop and taking a taxi home. I was NOT going to deal with her antics in a public place. The train stopped, and I got off. I heard her yell something like, "Come back, Neet!" before the doors closed, and the train rolled off.

I sat on the platform for a long time, taking in the underground smell and the hobo down at the other end of the platform. Thinking about what she had said. She didn't understand. No one would. No one knew. No one would EVER know. I had a reason for everything I did. I had a plan. A future perfectly mapped out. Admitting to my 'naughty thoughts' was NOT in the program. Maybe later after I had achieved…. But I already had. I had everything I wanted. Everything I had worked for in my life was just that. My life. I was the editor of a major magazine. I had a beautiful apartment in New York City. And a cat. What more did I need? Nothing. I had given up on love after…. I didn't want to think about it.

Standing up I realized how late it was. I hurried up the stairs that lead to the city above. I had to get home. Jasmine, my cat, would be looking for me. I walked the ten blocks to my apartment, allowing the drizzling rain to thoroughly soak me.

Later that night, as I lay in bed, I still couldn't get the movie off my mind. Not the whole movie, just the part where the Elf died. It was a graceful death, he had died fighting. And Kristin was right. The guy playing him was seriously hot. I yawned rolled over a fell asleep, into dreams of elves and battles and cats.

I slept in peace for a few hours when I was awakened by a loud FLUMP in my bedroom. I opened my eyes and stared at the area where the sound had come from. On my floor was a large dark figure. 'Oh shit!' I thought, 'I'm being robbed! This is not good! What am I supposed to do?' I did the only thing I could and switched on a light that was next to my bed. I sat up and stared at the figure on my floor. It was a… a MAN! Dressed to kill. Literally. He had on plated armor with a sword on his hip and a quiver of arrows on his back. I closed my eyes and said to myself, 'When I open my eyes this medieval man will be gone… and all will be well in the bedroom of Anita.'

I heard a sound and my eyes flew open, and I immediately wished I kept them closed, for I was face to face with an arrow, a rather pointy arrow, which was on a bow, which was being held by the man who was supposed to have disappeared. Instead he was very much HERE and he seemed angry, though I couldn't see his face. He was talking in some very odd language that I (of course) did not understand. I swallowed and waited for him to finish his tirade, when he had I slowly said in a forced calm voice, "H-Hello! I don't understand you…. Umm…. Wh-Who are you? Can you speak English? And would you move the arrow? It's scaring me."

The arrow shifted slightly and the man said (in English, than GOD!) "My lady, I do not mean to be rude, but I believe the question should be who are you, and what are you doing in the forests of Lothlorien?"

"Th- What? Forests of… WHAT?" My mind was going into overdrive, what did this guy mean? My home didn't look like a forest! Let alone some forest in a magical land!

"The hour grows long and my patience thin. Answer my question."

I was all befuddled. I did not comprehend this guy's meaning! " I don't… You are…NOT in a forest…. Sir. You are in MY bedroom, in New York, on Earth. And could you please move the arrow?"

The arrow stayed in its position, in my face. The man sounded angrier every time he spoke to me. "What are you babbling about? I am March Warden of Lothlorien, you will obey my request! Now answer the question!"

Okay, now I was getting angry, and it showed in my voice, "Mr. March Warden, man Sir, person. We are NOT in Lothlorien! We are in MY bedroom in the city of New York! Therefore I have more power here in the land of…. ANITA! How many times must I repeat myself for you to understand?? No I would like to know who you are. Your name and NOT some title you have! And for the last time… MOVE THE DAMN ARROW!"

Surprise, surprise, my cat chose the exact moment to enter the room screeching, she ran at the intruder and clawed him on the leg, which forced him to shoot the arrow at my wall, knocking a painting down onto my bed, I had to jump off the bed to avoid being crushed by the painting. I hit the strange man (who was trying to kick my cat) and knocked him back wards into my jewelry box, on which he hit his head…rendering him unconscious.

It was a strange chain of event that probably saved a lot of time, I would have argued with him until dawn. The fact that he was knocked out gave me a chance to look at him. He had blonde hair, Marilyn Monroe blonde; and it was over his face. As I reached out to move it I caught sight of something odd. I blinked and looked again. Nope still odd. I looked closer, and realized in horror, that his ears were pointy. 'What the?' I was silently freaking out, and when I pushed the hair away from his face, I went through a full-blown internal breakdown. This was not good. I looked at him again and slowly everything fell into place, and I realized that I was in the company of an Elf from Lothlorien. But not just any elf… the March Warden… Haldir.

Okay! Good? Bad? Keep going or should I stick to acting? I NEED TO KNOW! (cries) Tell me! Please! You shall get… (looks around room for gifts) OOO! You shall get fiber optic frogs! YAY! But only if you review! No review, no froggy with lights!