Bright sunlight streamed into the elven city of Imladris. A secret council of men, elves, and dwarves sat in an open courtyard, the sunlight basking their heads as they waiting for their leader to start speaking.

"Strangers from distant lands, friends of old. You have been summoned here to answer the threat of Mordor."

Elrond sat on his stone throne, looking at the men, elves, and dwarves that surrounded him. Frodo sat towards the end of the semi-circle, his hands fidgeting with the ring, and with worry across his face.

"Middle-Earth stands upon the brink of destruction. None can escape it. You will unite or you will fall. Each race is bound to this fate, this one doom," Elrond continued.

"And you'll fall to your doom as well, lad, if you don't give him back."

The members of the council turned toward the voice. A young woman jumped up from behind Elrond's throne and placed a long, silver sword across the king's neck as she stood next to him. Her other hand had a long brown stick pushed against the side of his head.

Legolas pulled his bow from the side of his chair in a second, his arrow pointing at the girl. Gimli's crude axe was held high above his head, but his face showed amusement at the elf being in danger by a mortal. Oh, how much this made dwarves better than elves. A dwarf would never be in this situation! Gandalf was about to say a chant, and Aragorn held his sword, ready to strike.

"Everybody, calm down!" Elrond yelled. Agitated, he addressed the girl. "I would suggest that you put the sword and your stick away."

"Stick? What the hell are you talking about? Have you never heard of a gun before?"

"No, there are no such things in Rivendell."

"It doesn't matter. Just give him to me and I'll forget that you ever took him! Otherwise, say bye to you maties here." With one finger, she cocked the gun, and pushed it harder against the king's head.

"Just capture her!" Boromir shouted, his face full of anger at being interrupted from seeing the ring.

Elrond heard a low growl come from the girl, and felt the gun being lifted off of his face. A loud sound reverberated from the gun, and Elrond saw something small fly past Boromir. The sound made Elrond jump, and the sword dug into his skin a little. He could feel the blood trickle down his throat. Boromir did not look much better. His skin turned pale white, and there was a hole in the wall behind him. Great, he would have to fix that wall again! When it wasn't the twins, it was something else. "I'll kill you before you even have the chance," she said.

"Who do you want?" Legolas asked, his arm pulling back his bow, ready to shoot.

"Don't you remember, Will?" she asked, turning to the elf. Elrond could feel the pressure from the sword being lifted as she looked at the prince.

"Who is Will?"

"You are!" The girl quickly turned attention to Elrond once more, the pressure from the sword increasing once again. "What have you done to him?"

"That is not the Will you are speaking of. That is Legolas, prince of Mirkwood."

"And how do I know if you're actually telling the truth?"

"You will just have to believe me."

The girl looked up and stared at Legolas. The dark brown hat that she wore covered her face from being seen and made it harder for the council to see who she really was. Slowly, she lifted the blade from Elrond's neck, and backed up from the king.

"So you really were telling the truth. Yet he looks exactly like him..." Her eyes clouded over for a few moments, but soon enough she had realization in her eyes. Turning back to Elrond, she said, "I'm sorry for hurting you. I thought that Logalos was a friend that I'm looking for."

"It is Legolas," she heard the blond elf say, agitation coming from his voice, while Aragorn looked on in amusement.

She shrugged her shoulders, and turned back to the council, putting away her weapons. "Don't cause a fight, we don't need more blood shed."

Gandalf put away his staff, with the others following his lead. Legolas was the last to put away his weapon. He only put it away when he felt Aragorn's hand on his shoulder. When Aragorn said something Legolas in a foreign language, he visible relaxed. Good, she thought. He's way to tense for his own good.

The members of the council thought that she was very strange. It was not know that people would just arrive in Rivendell without any notice. The guards were very good at protecting the city. They all stared at her, and were trying to figure out where she was from. Some of them shook their heads distastefully when they saw her in pants and dirt covering her.

The girl looked anxiously around at the group of people surrounding her. She could feel her hands start to sweat. She never liked being under inspection, and waiting also didn't help her. Trying to get her mind off of her situation, she tried to find out what the people surrounding her were. She'd never seen any of these creatures before. The short one was the strangest of them all to her. He had large, hairy feet, and was only about four feet tall. She didn't even know that a man could be that small. There was another small one there, although not as small as the one with the big feet. He had a large, red beard, and was very stout. The others looked human enough to her.

The girl turned to her right and saw the man that she threatened and an old man talking together. Although she could not hear what they were saying, she knew that they were talking about her. Looking at me every five seconds isn't really all that subtle.

"What do we do about her?" Gandalf asked.

"I have never seen a girl like this before. Her clothing is very strange," Elrond said, looking over at the girl. She wore a white shirt that had slightly puffy sleeves, and she had a long green vest over it. Two thick black belts ran across her waist, and she wore light brown pants with dark brown boots. It was nothing like what was worn in Middle-Earth. "Where does she come from?" Elrond said.

Turning to the girl, Gandalf asked, "What is your name, and where do you come from?"

"My name's Catherine. I'm from Port Royal."

"Where is Port Royal? There is no such place near here," Elrond said.

"She's making it up! My brothers have been in all of Middle-Earth, and there is no place called Port Royal!" Gimli shouted.

Catherine looked strangely at the dwarf. Her eyes scrunched together, making deep lines form across her forehead. "What is Middle-Earth?"

"It's the place your in lad!"

She turned back to Elrond and said, "I have no idea what he's talking 'bout. What's Middle-Earth?"

But before anyone could answer her question, a guard ran into the council, rushing up to Elrond. "Sire! A man is in the alcohol room and we can not get him out. Threats are not working either m'lord."

Elrond looked confused. There could not have been another mortal around, and not many elves liked alcohol that much. The room was just used on special occasions. "Do you know who he is?"

"No, sir. No one does."

Catherine walked over to the guard. "Is he wearing a hat like this?" she asked, pointing to her hat.

"Yes m'lady. One exactly like it."

Gimli saw her roll her eyes. "Sparrow," she mumbled.

"What did you say, m'lady?" Aragorn asked.

"Just forget about it lad. I'm sorry for making my visit so short dear king, but I must be off." Bowing with a smirk on her face, she ran off towards where the guard came from.

"Should we really let her go into the city alone?" Legolas asked.

"No, we shouldn't let her have the chance to make more damage." Aragorn said.

A/N - this is the first time I've ever written something like this, so reviews and constructive criticism would be great :)