I got this idea from one of the stories I was reading here on Fan Fiction. It's a little rough around the edges so beard with me ok?
The Fellowship was moving slowly through the heavy snow fall.
"Where did this snow come from?" Pippin chattered.
"It did come out of now where," Sam agreed.
"This storm is not natural," Legolas added, holding out a hand, catching some flakes on his upturned palm.
"How's that?" Marry asked, shivering, looking up at the elf.
"The way it came from nowhere," Legolas answered, "With no preparation in the sky. No clouds forming. It just, started to snow."
"No," Gandalf agreed, "it is most unnatural."
A curious thing began to happen. The snow was falling just as thickly but it seemed to fall in slow motion. The Fellowship could hardly walk, their limbs felt so heavy. There was a flash of light and the world trembled. Then, it was over. The Fellowship opened their eyes to an unfamiliar sight. Their ears were bombarded with a roaring sound, their noses filled with unusual smells. Surrounding them were young trees, a dirt path lay beside them. Threw the thin trees they could see numerous monsters like things the sun glaring off their shells painfully roaring past on a sticky looking black substance. Hundreds of people were swarming back and forth on both sides.
"Where are we?" Frodo asked in wonder.
"It looks like some sort of, city," Boromir said.
"Wow, nice out fits," said a mocking voice behind them.
The group looked around to see three younger looking human boys. The speaker was standing in front, arms crossed, a sneer twisting his face.
"Come on Tom," said one of the boys behind the one he'd called Tom.
"What Pete, you scared?" Tom sneered.
"No, no. At least not of them, but those weapons are pretty wicked lookin'."
Tom snorted, eyeing the visible weapons that the Fellowship carried.
"They aien't worth it," said Tom at last. "Let's go. Later freaks. Look forward to seeing you on the Cops show in handcuffs." And the boys left laughing jovially at their leader's joke.
"What is 'Cops'?" Legolas wondered.
"And what are 'handcuffs?" Argorn added.
"This is not good," said Gandalf.
"I agree," Argorn said.
The others all nodded.
"Should we see where we are?" Boromir asked. Looking as though this was the last thing he wished to do.
"Yes, perhaps we should," said Gandalf.
Boromir grimaced as the wizard took the lead down the dirt path toward where all of the people were rushing back and forth.
"What sort of place is this?" Marry said dodging around an exceptionally large, and nasty looking man.
"All of the women are wearing men's cloths," Pippen ogled.
"Excuse me My Lady," said Gandalf gently to a passing woman, "could you please tell us where we are?"
The woman looked at him oddly and said, "You lot don't look like tourists. The studio is three blocks that away." And she walked away quickly.
"Well that didn't help much," said Pippin.
"No it did not," said Gandolf.