Title: Meeting a World Unknown
Rating: T
Warning: Cussing...no that's all I can think of besides sarcasm and fatal jokes that aren't even funny.
Summary: Seeing visions before a quest is common for Link; after all, after the third one you've gotten used to it. He now awaits to see what new and exciting things will take place on this exciting adventure. (No Pairings)

A/N: Ehem; Welcome to my version of Link coming into the world of: Lord of the Rings. I'd like to thank Alex Phoenix Wing (current name) for helping inspire me. I hope I didn't draw to much from your story...

Hope you Enjoy!

Chapter 1 - And You Just Fall

At last, Link's smile shone from cheek to cheek as he and Epona stood upon good old, Hyrule field…once again. He'd just beaten Hellavu; a creature of great power from another dimension (1). The warrior let his smile turn into a cheshire grin as he patted the neck of his oldest and dearest friend.

"We're finally home, aye Epona," he chuckled, rubbing small circles on his steeds' neck, "What do ya say Epona; the princess or Lon Lon ranch?

Epona snorted, pointing her snout toward the castle, giving off another snort in what seemed to be distaste. Link shook his head. Pulling on the reigns lightly; he pointed his horse in the direction of Lon Lon. Digging his heels into her sides, he clucked twice when a white light flashed within his eyes.

A tower, an eye, a ring, the master word, cursed Triforce piece…the ocarina of time…

"Something's wrong again, isn't it?" Link sighed; he wished for once the goddesses would give him a break. Or at least give his horse one! Jerking back on the reigns by accident, he felt Epona give a sudden neigh; pulling back in a rear as she kicked forward into a run. Link felt his grip loosen as he made a mental note of all his weapons.

Two bows, three arrow spells, the slingshot, a boomerang, some bombs, some bombchu's, three magic spells, four transforming masks, deku sticks, deku seeds, two ocarina's, cursed twilight piece, mirror shard, longshot, magic tunic's, hover boots, iron boots, eight bottles…and some other junk he couldn't remember.
A little grin escalated on his lips right before as he thought What-do-ya know, after three years with no break; things tend to pile up on ya…

A sudden bright light erupted from Link's left hand an instant later as his eyes rolled back into his skull. A sensation of falling and of intimate cold later he found himself on the lap of a very angry and agitated Dwarf…

His very abrupt appearance causing something akin to panic among a type of council as they all drew their weapons. Several swords, a few random axes, and a couple of bows were now pointed toward the unlucky Hylian. Wincing; he found himself rubbing his eyes to get his blue-green orbs back into correct sockets, all the while muttering about magic, and how it should be able to provide so much better and more convenient landings.

All this before Link opened his eyes to find the random weaponry all pointed in his direction. His weak smile and rather red painted ears twirling downward was not a good sign. He waved a tentative hand feebly.

"Hello?" Even his voice was faint.

An elf stepped up; his brow crinkled inward as he glared at Link in such a manner, Link leaned back a bit farther. "Who are you, and how did you just appear in the middle of the halls of Rivendell?"

Link's mouth wobbled open as he tried to voice his answer when suddenly; the certain dwarf he'd landed on decided his life would be spent better if he was not some motionless unthinking cushion! He shoved Link from his lap, "Get OFF!" the dwarf spat at him.

Link rolled onto floor, landing belly-up as he cringed. He shook it out, before leaning backward, and jumping forward. Landing like a cat, on his two feet. He gave a crooked smile toward the dwarf before giving, a sweeping bow and apologizing.

"I am so sorry," his words may have stated this, but the look that was almost comical on his face stated otherwise, "I ensure you, I never meant to land on you." At this, he turned back to the elf and gave another bow, and spoke again, "I come from the land of Hyrule, beg me a thousand pardons if I interrupted anything."

"One shall suffice," the elf sniffed, turning away.

"Wait a second, did he say something of coming from the land of 'my rule', are you purposely trying to make a joke there laddy?" A dwarf just behind the one Link had sat on; nudged the other, "That or he's completely bonkers."

"Did anything happen," Link asked, before pausing, "well; before I um…crashed the party?"

"Why should we tell you!" A human stood his dark brown hair curling around the ends.

"Silence, Aragorn; I believe this Elvin-like person wishes to help us," a man robed in gray spoke, his words echoing around in the silence.

"If that is the case…" the dwarf stood, showing off his broken axe handle, "I just destroyed me best hammer trying to break that one ring over thare."

"One ring-?" Link turned toward the suggested location of where this 'one ring' was.

The ring blazed as he saw it; turning a brighter gold as he stepped closer to it. Link tilted his head; the ring looked suspiciously like the one he'd seen right before he'd fallen off of Epona. Something was off though. The ring didn't particularly feel evil like Ganondorf or Majora had, but it resonated a strong sense of malevolence. Link shivered.

"So, very interesting," Link bit his bottom lip; "I had a vision about this very ring…right before, I came here."

Another human male stood, going forward as he pointed toward the ring, "I told you, we should use it against our enemies!"

Link growled out the syllable, "Fool" underneath his breath, hearing the gray robed man speak the rest for him.

"The ring, it does not listen to anyone but its master, the one who created the evil thing!" Link nodded, the feeling of foreboding crawling over his senses one by one. I can tell something like that by looking at it, his thoughts seemed to project a few of the others own silent thoughts as he watched flickering of understanding pass through many eyes. It…it's also wanting to infect me…

An argument started as a dwarf tried to insult an elf, everybody else jumped in. All except three people, and these just stared and watched the rings reaction. Link, the man previously called Aragorn, and a small boy all watched as the ring reacted towards the fight. It's golden surface taunting them onward to more debate until one pulled at his weapon.

The boy tore across the council toward the ring, snatching it off the table quickly. He stared toward all those whose eyes were directly pointed at him. As if to blame all their problems on this one boy would solve every one of them.

"I shall take the ring to Morador…" his eyes wandered across the gathering, each of the races completely ceasing their quarrels, "Although, I do not know the way."

The man dressed in gray watched with a saddened face as he shook his head, "Frodo; you do not have to-."
Frodo shook his head and slight relief crossed the gray man's face as his quite grin continued to cover it. Shaking it in disbelief, he chuckled, "you can live among these hobbits and believe you know all about them," he stared at Frodo, "and someday, they still can surprise you."

"I shall help you carry, and bear this burden Frodo Baggins; for as long as it is yours to bear."

Aragorn stepped forward, nodding toward the Halfling, "If by my life, or my death, if I can protect you, I will," Aragorn stepped next to Frodo, "You have my sword." Frodo nodded, a thankful look flooding over his face for a second.

An elf stepped forward; his look of determination set in stone as he nodded toward Frodo as well; "and you have my bow."

Gimli, the dwarf Link had sat on, looked to the side, and – not to be outdone by an elf – growled toward Frodo "And my axe."

Another man stood, his face held a look of uncertainty to it, but he spoke anyway, "You carry the fates of us all, if this is indeed the will of the council, then Gondor shall have it done."

Link pushed past the human, giving a mute apology as he stared toward Frodo, "If, if your world were to fall, then mine will and might be next in line, I would rather die than to see my country fall to some ring."

A second later, another of the Halflings jumped from the bushes, shoving past tall council members as the clasped hands onto Frodo's shoulders, "Mr. Frodo ain't going nowhere without me!"

The leader of the elves tried to negotiate with the Hobbit, but even so. Another movement caught the corner of Link's eye as he turned to watch two more Halflings jump from hiding spots. Two twin looking hobbit's stood next to the other as they all stared down the elf.

"Hey! We're coming too," one yelled, shoving the elf to the side as the stood next to the first of the three.

"Yeah," the other snapped up, "you need people of…intelligence, on this sort of mission, quest…thing."

The leader of the elves stood with a smile tucked to his lips as he nodded, "So be it!" He looked around, making sure no more of the hobbits might jump out at random, "Ten companions, you shall become the Fellowship of the ring." Quite murmurs rose throughout the crowd as all ten stood taller, looking as bold as they could.

One of the hobbit's nodded, clapping his hands together, he looked around expectantly, "So, where we going?"

Many people sent smirks his way.

As soon as the group disbanded, Aragorn stood, awaiting Link to leave the council and quickly got into step with him.

"So, we never really got a proper introduction," he spoke which caused Link to blink in surprise of having been taken off guard.

"No, I guess not." Link smiled, "I'm Link of Hyrule, savior of that land several times." Aragorn gave a raised eyebrow, but said nothing.

"I am Aragorn, to some, Strider to others; raised in Elrond, and as you can guess… Human ," Link nodded looking a bit bewildered at the intro.

"Nice to meet you Aragorn, but if you don't mind…could you just answer a few things for me about this ordeal?"

"Of course."

"First: the names of our group members, I'm afraid I was left into the dark with them."

Aragorn gave out a laugh before nodding in understanding, "Ah, of course!" Aragorn slapped Link in the back; having a smile tucked on his lips as he proceeded to name the group members.

"First off is Boromir, son of Denethor the II, steward of Gondor again another human." Aragorn looked slightly uncomfortable as the words left his lips. Of course, Link gave a subtle smile in understanding.

"I'm going to guess he was the one who suggested we use the ring," the tension which had been at a calm level rose to an unbearable level as Aragorn refused to face Link.

"Yes, he is…" Link's expression softened.

He knew the feeling of betrayal by your own race, hell; picture the entire Kokiri throwing rocks, twigs, and whatever else they could grab a hold of, and yelling 'get the hell outta here you freak!'. He'd lived with them, ate with them, and even played with them; yet they didn't understand, were frightened, and blamed the only one who they knew was there: him.

"I understand, now… what of the rather short one?"

Aragorn gave a sigh of relief as the topic switched. Giving Link a quizzical look, he questioned.

"The fat one, or all the skinny ones running around underneath toadstools?"

Link quirked an eyebrow, "Was that attempted humor Aragorn?"

Aragorn gave a non-caring shrug, "Maybe."

Link gave a chuckle, "It does not suit you, but it's the fat one who said something along the lines of… and I quote, 'not going to be bested by two elves'."

Aragorn sighed, nodding as he began once again, "That is Gimli, son of Glóin, warrior in his…mountain, alas I do not know the name, but anyway; he's a dwarf."

"Curious beyond Curious, I've only seen two to three dwarfs in all my years of traveling, and yet-…"

"They are not so uncommon Link!" Aragorn stopped, stepping in front of Link as he did so.

They'd gone out farther in the elvin walls then they'd realized. Deciding not to be bothered with such things, Link shook his head. Sighing, he rolled his eyes at Aragorn.

"Not here, but where I come from they're like a diamond in a pig trough." Aragorn also shook his head.

"Then your pig farmers must be famous then," Link growled, having been one of those pig farmers, he didn't appreciate the reminder of what they should've been.

"Anyway; next, who's that man in gray?" Link's ear twitched, eyes shifting as a leaf fell from a tree. "They…Do not trust me."

Aragorn wrapped an arm around Link's shoulder, "They're very cautious around both of us Link; me with my previous history and you just showing out of nowhere. I'm surprised there aren't three more trailing us." Aragorn gave a glance up in the trees as more shuffling occurred.

"Anyway; the one in gray," Link nodded, eyes still shifting in to the trees, "That is Gandalf the Grey, I am afraid I don't know much of him myself…that I can share without him giving me permission." A shadow covered Aragorn's face as he pulled away from Link, "What I can tell you is he's a powerful man, a powerful wizard. He's – He's a master wizard and could probably get you back to your world with a snap of his fingers."

Link breathed deeply, this man, the Gandalf was one to keep on his side. Even when something bad happened, he should probably get intel from Gandalf. As it appeared, his admirer, was more than likely stretching the facts.

There's always a more powerful person. No-one can be the best after all, and his Goddesses sent him here. The only way to get back would be them, and only after his quest was accomplished.

"The elf?" Link continued as if no important detail had gotten into his head. Aragorn rubbed his temples, massaging the headache from his skull.

The kid was rather annoying.

"Legolas, an elf from Sindar, a skilled hunter, and a master with a bow." Link raised an eyebrow at the vague information. "Hey! There's not too much information about him you-know!"

Link chuckled, but nodded, "And the Hobbits – or whatever they're called."

"Meriadoc Brandybuck, otherwise known as Merry, Peregrin Took, otherwise known as Pippin, commonly you will not find one without the other. They sneak and hide, impatient and rather rash, they get their heads into trouble everytime. Surprisingly enough; they're not related, thought their looks would beg to differ."

"The two who looked like twins?"

"That's them!"

"Then there's Samwise Gamgee, a garden care-taker by what I've heard of him. Follows Frodo Baggins around constantly, again one of those 'will not find one without the other' deals." Link nodded, anxiously awaiting the final name,

"And Frodo Baggins is-?"

Aragorn smirked, nodding as he understood the behind motive, "Frodo Baggins, heir of Bilbo Baggins, lived in the Shire all of his life till now, is currently the Ring Bearer, and has a heart as good as a boar." Link looked surprised at the look of belief which played through Aragorn's eyes.
"I'd give my life for him a hundred times over."

"So Frodo is the one who's, who will be carrying the ring…is he not?" Aragorn gave a solemn nod.

His eyes played a movie of emotions as he mentioned the ring. Something made Link want to tell him his feelings of the ring itself. He didn't know quite why but he knew he should.

"Listen; I need to tell you this." Aragorn looked at him, question in his eyes, "the ring; it's, it's not evil per-say."

"Impossible!" Aragorn shook it off, "The ring is evil, just as its master is cruel."

"No; actually…that's it!" Link's eyes widened as he did a 360 turn and rushed off, speeding along the trail as an elf trailed him through the trees, trying to catch up.

He did so, but not as quickly as one would expect.