Authors note: I'm back in action thanks to bntjammer and her up lifting comment and this time I am less stressed because the school tests are over (only excuse) and I met the BBC series of Sherlock to get me back into writing. Thanks people. BTW don't know if I will finish the Elf and The angel.
Disclaimer: I only own Aleksandra the rest belongs to the British man Tolkien
Chapter 1: It's no joke pulled by the cast
It was a cold night. Frost lay silent on the hard floor nothing but a girl stood out in the cold a camera recording every step she took. Of what detail could have been noticed in the dark would be her almost night sky black hair and bright neon green eyes, she had a great amount of perfect upon her face, everything being the right size and shape for an actress of her rating and talent. She was tall and slim but her downfall was her skin, it was almost haunting how pale it was. Although she was quite strong and modest, she was acting a character that was not her, a villain who was cowardly and vain with a slight hint of insanity, she snarled at the camera lens before the director called out cut. This actress' name was Aleksandra Shore she lived a hard stressful life of painful minute of reading lines of paper and sitting down being mangled by other people.
Aleksandra moved out of the street wearing her clothes and not her stupid costume, she tugged on her car door and drove away from the quiet street where she was filming her hair up in a pony. She stood on the pedal when some idiot decided to drive of the wrong side of the road. CRASH! Aleksandra looked at her smashed front window before blacking out completely.
Aleksandra felt like she was out for ages but in fact the 19 year old actress was out for 2 hours on end. As her eyes gained focus she felt around her for her bag which held a cloth, which would put pressure on the large gash down her hand. After finding the piece of cloth and firmly holding it on her bleeding arm, she looked up at the clear blue daylight sky. She then peered at her surroundings she was sat on some stone floor with a pretty pattern in the middle, surrounding it was about 20 or so chairs a large throne like one facing her and smaller once at each chair. She moved backward just a touch to have her back against a large pedestal what again was made of stone, she hissed in pain as her leg began to complain in large waves of pain and agony. She heard a loud shaky breath to the left of her, she turned her head slowly sure she was going to throw up if she did it too fast. But what she saw to her left was a small Halfling with black hair and clear blue eyes. If she wasn't in such a bad health form at the minute she might have risked saying something. But at this point of time all she could do was greet everyone with her lunch, there was a lot of disgusted faces at this point of time.
After an hour of ill looking faces, someone decided to approach her; Aleksandra noted this old man as Gandalf, who stood up and approached her with wary eyes that also had a layer of kindness in them "Are you alright now Miss..." he smiled as Aleksandra wiped her mouth with her hand and replied with "Miss Aleksandra Shore. And yes I'm fine just a little injured, I have had worse. May I ask where I am?" Another man- no wait elf stood up he was defiantly Elrond it was the eyebrows and serious facial expression "Middle Earth, Rivendell and in the meeting hall of races" Elrond replied with his brows knotted together. "Wait that's not possible because Middle Earth is a fictional world created by some guy in London, so I can't be here" there is only one word to describe Aleksandra at this moment and that was shocked "Is this some joke pulled by the cast or is it a dream and I'm in a coma at some hospital."
"I believe not Lady Aleksandra for I feel real and why would you dream us" that was Aragorn
"Because in my world your fictional characters (that I love)" she replied
"Where do you hail my lady?" That was Boromir
"St Helens, in a small village called Garswood in England. Oh and please no Lady I am no Royal or any first class snob. Alek or Aleksandra will be fine" She replied
"Never heard of a place called England" Legolas
"Of course you haven't it's on a whole different world" she replied now feeling a little annoyed
"How did you get those injuries Lass" Gimli was now being a little more helpful
"I had a car crash" She replied pleading for no one to go asking what a car is
"Elladan and I can help if you wish" This was who she believed to be Elrohir, she nodded as Aragorn and Boromir gently lifted her on to a spare chair. She was quickly explained to by the Elven twins that they were flesh wounds and bruises while wrapping up the larger wounds. "Thank you very much" she thanked the twins as Aragorn passed her bag to her. "You will not mind if we carry on Miss Shore?" this was a rhetorical question but she shook her head anyway. The meeting went on as it did in the film. But near the end Elrond said "I think it would be wise if you too went just in case it was destiny that sent you here Aleksandra". Aleksandra did what she knew best and that was to be brave when put on the stage. Would the fellowship be happy about having a female in the group or not, either way there was a firm time table put down before they departed. And it went a little like this:
Breakfast
Sword Training with Aragorn
Languages with Gandalf
Lunch
Archery with Legolas
Basic battle tactics with Boromir
Outfit finding with Arwen
Dinner
Studying basic healing with Elrond or the twins depending on who was free
Bed
After about a month she was better at healing, languages and sword fighting than archery and battle tactics. But soon her training will have to work since the next morning they depart and all Alek could think about was the hard battles a head rather than the busy Arwen packing her bags.
Thanks for reading. Don't be calling St Helens a mary sue because the place is real I am sat in Garswood writing this story. XD I write for fun not to become an author so I will probably make fun of your reviews if your a total critic. Oh and Happy new Year guys.