There's only one place where I feel true peace.

It's while I walk alone in the forest near my home. I remember the first time I stepped foot on its soil, my shoes impressed the soft ground solidifying the connection between me and the earth. It was quite invigorating. I recall a doe sleeping a ways off while I was making my way through the clearing. She turned her head towards me and our eyes met. I felt a strange peace between us, and then I kinda regretted I didn't have my cam on me to take a pic. I had to leave the forest quickly that day… but ever since, I have always come back to explore. The trails are short, laid down by citizens from town long ago, so I go off the paths. I seek refuge where no one goes. I'm comforted by the forest's looming trees, from the shade, by the noises, and the scents.

It's funny because sometimes I feel like an elf or hobbit will cross my path at any given moment...

Pshaa… I wish.

There's a creek that runs through the thickets. I've seen it from the top of a small cliff. Well, not even a cliff (because that would mean I'm like a gazillion feet from the ground), there is a steep cut off of land though, and it'd hurt if I were to drop from where I'm standing at the moment. There's even a sign that warns this danger. But today I can't resist. It's darker below. And look at all of that forest! I think my curiosity might kill me one day. Most of the time I tell myself the only thing to fear is fear itself. That's my justification for doing the stupid things I do.

I wish I had listened to my inner warnings though.

Today, before I could even make my way down slowly, the rock from under me dislodged.

Today… I fell to the depths below.

And I did not land in the creek.

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I don't even remember screaming as I fell. Just a shout of surprise and

SPLAT

"UGHHhhh" I was on the ground doubled over in pain. "Damn it…that hurt…"

I hope I didn't break anything…

Then something made me snap to my senses Why did my voice just sound like a bass drum? My eyes flicked from side to side. But before I could think further a shadow cast over me. I struggled to look up.

"You." A powerful voice echoed through the trees. I saw an outline of a figure. "What are you doing here so far out in the forest?"

I was so shocked all I could do was blink. I mean, he was gorgeous. Long blond hair adorned a chiseled face and brooding brown eyes. He had a perfect cupids bow and aristocratically pointed nose. His build was powerful and enhanced by earth toned armor. His skin was so pale even I could see it in the denseness of the forest. Wait, denseness? I looked at either side of him. Uhhh this wasn't the same forest I roamed. Thick and dark, this forest seems like something out of fantasy wallpapers I search online… the ones with the mystical creatures and… elves.

Oh boy, I think I hit my head, hard. Have I forgotten what my own forest looks like? Why does this place look so completely different?!

"I don't know…" I managed to say finally as I met his gaze again. Then I brought my hand to my throat. I felt an enlarged Adam's Apple. Holy… Am I?

No.

This is-

"You don't know?" He looked at me incredulously. I noticed his hand was placed cautiously on the hilt of his sword. I felt a surge of panic. Who is this guy? Some guard? Why does he have elvish looking armor on? Is he going to lop my head off or something?!

"Are you… an elf?" 100% dead serious

I felt like my eyes were about to pop out of my head any second.

His eyes narrowed from suspicion to confusion. Then I saw several other equally beautiful (and I might add intimidating) elven warrior people make their way through the clearing. Several mixed females among strong men, their hair colors varied from deep, fox red to the palest blond. I inhaled sharply.

What on earth is going on?

If I'm even on earth anymore.

"Prestad? (Is there trouble?)" A woman in tight armor came up beside the blond I was talking to. He shook his head and said something to her. I can't believe it; they're talking elvish in front of me. It's like the Lord of the Rings.

Light bulb

LORD OF THE RINGS WHAT TH-

"Who are you guys?" I asked suddenly becoming more aware of what I've gotten myself into. If they say something that clicks then I know where I am (as crazy as that sounds). I'm no expert, but if they say a well-known name, any name, someone that I can recognize then-

"We do not need to tell someone like you who we are." The she-elf glowered down at me.

Ouch.

Okay… that hurt, but I probably look super suspicious so…

A noise came from behind them. It was like a horse clops, but heavier. I felt any remaining air leave my body as I saw the most massive elk in existence stop a few feet away from me. The guards had moved to make way for the beast. Actually, they had made way for the person riding it…

Thranduil

Elven King of Mirkwood.

"What do we have here…" His cold, green eyes looked down at me with complete inferiority.

"An ellon who does not know how he has come to be." The blond guard explained.

I could only gape. Then I shut my mouth and nodded once very slowly.

"Do you not know who I am ellon?" Thranduil didn't even glance at his guard and kept his sharp eyes on me.

I felt a bead of sweat trickle down my temple.

" King Thranduil." I barely heard myself and shivered. This guy was something else in person. This was terrifying. He was terrifying: terrifyingly beautiful and dangerous. His obsidian armor gleaned a murderous impression. He wore a matching circulate around his head. It contrasted with his silver blond hair perfectly.

All the while I can't believe I'm seeing Lee Pace as his real character.

He's real, Thranduil. Lord of the Rings...everything... is real.

"Hm." Thranduil gathered his elk's reigns and turned "Obviously he knows who is ruler here at least. Our business is done. Take this rogue ellon. Interrogate him further once we get back."

The guards' shoulders flew back in attention. I guess that was their ways of saying "Yes sir."

I was still in a daze when a rough hand grabbed my arm and pulled me up. I stifled a groan.

"Dude, I just fell from Earth. Could you just let me get up and follow you?" Why did I deserve to be treated like some elven prisoner?

The blonde guard glared at me "Dude? My name is not dude. It is Alonnen. You may address me as so."

I sighed "Dude is slang for a person: male or female. Anyways, I don't really know what's going on. A-And I'm kind of freaking out you get me? Where exactly are we going? The Elven King's halls?"

I was staring at the back of his head but he turned suddenly. His face was directly in front of mine in a flash: eyes deadly and face violently contorted. He grabbed the collar of my hoodie and lifted me an inch off the ground

"Until we get to our destination, not a word from you. Do you hear?" He breathed.

I gulped and bit my lip. I had to fight any incoming of tears. That's right, I'm that girl. Too much of a push and I cry tears of frustration. He didn't need to know that. What's with this jerk. I just eyed him and tried to pry his hands away.

"Got it." I said back darkly once he let me go.

Today just made a 180 degrees turn… tough.

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-I do not own Lord of the Rings- All characters are of their respective owner JRR Tolkien :)

I hope you enjoyed. This takes place sometime before the Hobbit (I believe) The next chapter should come soon!