A/N: I'm trying my best to bring my creativeness back. So, I'm going to try out this. Now, I have never written LOTR fan fiction. It's also been about...ten years+ since I've read the books. So, pardon me if I do not quite get some things right.

Anyways, this has been stuck on my head. I'm hoping that someone, err, anyone enjoys it! I don't have a beta, so please excuse any errors. I'm sorry .

Chapter One: Lock down

"I can feel you calling me
I can taste the poison in your heart
But these dreams
Blurring the line between war and peace
To survive, I lock down."

A dark abyss was surrounding her, swallowing her into nothingness as she struggled to breathe. It was as though she was being squeezed through a tube at the speed of light. There was nothing, but so much at once. She felt no fear, but she did feel a pulsing need coursing through her body. A need for what? She didn't know. She had to finish, she had to survive this. If she didn't, she never-

She breathed in, strongly and sharply, her eyes flying open as a loud, "FUCK!" exclaimed from her lips, breathing heavily and pushing her mahogany hair of her face.

Her face paled out.

She looked around, seeing herself in a fancy room. One she did not recognize. It was very open and bright; all the furniture was intricately carved wood in the large room. She darted her head to the side, looking out the balcony doors as a cool breeze made the silver curtains sway beautifully. Beyond the doors was a Forrest. It was dark, yet full of beauty. It was as though a beautiful painting had a large black strip painted down the middle. It ruined it, but yet you could still see that underneath, it was quite a lovely sight.

It did not match the bright and almost heavenly atmosphere of the room, that was for sure.

"..."

She looked around her immediate area, seeing herself sitting on a feather canopy bed. The sheets were silver, and the duvet an emerald green, that closely resembled her own eyes.

Her mind raced as she rubbed her face. Her mind couldn't recall...anything. It was as though she knew every detail, but could not place any events of her life to the knowledge.

She knew what a car was, but what kind did she have? She didn't even know if she had one. She knew what family and friends were, but she didn't know any of hers. In many ways, it didn't even make sense. But she knew she didn't know this room...at least, she didn't think she did? Maybe she had forgotten?

She was panicking again. Looking down at herself, ripping the duvet back to see a long, white, silken gown covering her shaking body.

Her eyes immediately snapped to the door, seeing an elegant man walk through the door, offering her a smile. For a reason unknown to her, she felt a sense of closeness with the man.

Her eyes calmly drifted down his form.

"Why are you wearing a dress?" she blurted without thinking; watching in almost amusement as his thick, dark eyebrows rose so far up to his platinum blonde hair, that if they were the same color, they surely would have disappeared.

"I am not wearing a dress, young mortal," he said smoothly, his voice gentle, yet dripping with sarcasm. "I am Thranduil, King of the Woodland Realm." he said proudly.

Her eyebrows pulled together in confusion.

'What the hell type of name was that? I hope I never have to say it, I'm going to butcher that so badly. Better yet, what the fuck is the Woodland Realm?'

"Um..." she trailed off, not exactly sure how to respond as she eyed the pointy crown sitting on his head. "...Nice to meet you. I'm..." she frowned, her mind racing. What was her name?

Genevieve

She jumped slightly at the voice in her mind. It was in her voice, but it was not her thought. If that even made sense. She shook her head. Nothing made sense, maybe Vanilla Ice over there knew. She eyed his ice blue dress warily.

"Genevieve..." she whispered, looking down. "But please call me Evie."

She blinked. Evie? Where did that come from?

His dark eyebrows pulled together as he slowly walked towards her, making her head whip up sharply as he lightly sat at the end of the bed. He held out pale, long fingered hands, palms up.

"Both are very...unusual to me," he tilted his head. "allow me to see your palms."

"Huh?" she blinked, staring at him in confusion.

Slightly irritation sparked though his ice eyes, making her flush lightly. He really was quite handsome. His face remained blank, but his eyes told all. But still he was probably an expert at deceiving all around him. She knew he could be quite charismatic if he chose.

"Your palms, Genevieve," he repeated slowly, as though he was speaking with someone mentally slow.

She barely restrained herself from glaring as she sighed, placing her clammy hands out, palms up.

"Evie." she corrected.

He ignored her.

His hands lightly grabbed hers, examining them intently. She barely stopped herself from flinching. It was strange; waves of disgust were rolling off her body. It felt...wrong. Why did it feel so wrong? It was as though she wasn't supposed to be touching his hands. It was barely noticeable at first, but the longer he gently held them, the more overwhelming the feeling became. It wasn't a disgusted feeling as in watching someone vomit, but a disgusted with yourself feeling. She felt like she just kicked someone's puppy, and it felt like it was hurting her more deeply.

Right as she was about to snatch her hands from his, he dropped them. Instantly, relief washed over her body for some unknown reason.

"18 years," he sighed, shaking an elegant head. "practically an infant!"

It was then that she noticed his ears with alarm. She'd temporarily ignore him calling her an infant.

"Your ears," she blurted, eyes wide.

"I am a Woodland Elf," he said plainly, his eyes furrowing. "I do not believe you are of this world. We are in Middle earth. What can you tell me of your home, young Genevieve?"

Recognition at his words flashed through her mind for some unknown reason. She felt like she knew this...but what did she know? She blinked, her mind going to what she knew to be HER world. All the tall buildings, the cars, the planes, and the people. But try as she might, she couldn't remember HER life. It was as though it had been erased, and only her knowledge of the world remained. She couldn't remember family, or friends either. Just...nothing. It was blank. Elves did not exist in her world, she knew that. But at the same time, this was so familiar. Like she'd heard it before.

She dug her fingers into her hair. Surely, she'd go insane thinking about it.

Logic would say that she was clearly still in her world. And this dude with the Gwen Stefani hair was just some psycho that had kidnapped her. But deep down, she just knew that wasn't true. It was very, very real. Perhaps she was insane?

He was looking at her patiently, his ice eyes observing her every facial change.

"My captain found you unclothed in the woods of Mirkwood," he offered calmly, making her jaw drop. "Have you any indication on how you became to be that way, young mortal?"

Her face reddened deeply.

"YOU SAW ME NAKED?" the, 'I kicked a puppy.' feeling increased tenfold.

His thin lips slightly twitched at her horrified outburst.

"No," he said calmly. "but a captain did. If it pleases you, it was an Elleth who covered you with her cloak before carrying you here. No males looked upon your body of my knowledge."

Evie released a sigh of relief as the feeling went away. Well, she didn't really mind a female seeing her naked. But him, or another guy of his attractiveness...she'd climb in a hole and never come out again.

"My world..." she shook her head, clothing her eyes. "Planes, humans only, cars, computers and smartphones-"

"Enough."

She opened her eyes, seeing him holding up a pale hand.

"Your words make little sense," he said calmly, sighing disappointingly. "I must send word to Galadriel. She shall know where to progress from this point. I will send you to Lothlorien with one of my guard."

Another shock of familiarly struck the young woman.

'Lothlorien...Galadriel...' she mused quietly, pulling her mouth into a frown. She...knew, but could not place it for the life of her.

"Quite interesting," he said, snapping her out of her musings as she looked at him with a frown. "I shall send a maid to help you with bathing and dress."

"But-"

The king ignored her completely, exiting the room, his dress billowing quite dramatically behind him.

She glared after him, but her glare stopped as a beautiful woman entered the room. Her hair was jet black, falling down her back in gentle waves. Her blue eyes bright and beautiful as her flawless skin. A silver gown hugged her shapely and perfect body and she glided in the room.

Evie suddenly felt like some kind of gross, she-beast.

"Hello, I am Uranthial," she smiled, reveling a flawless smile. "I shall help with your bath and dressings, my lady."

'Urine-thial? Jesus.' Evie couldn't stop her immature side from coming forth as she barely stiffed a giggle, crawling from the bed.

The she-elf gave her a strange look, but apparently decided to just ignore the strange girls strange behavior.

"Nice to meet you..." Evie cleared her throat, smiling cheekily. "I'm Evie."

The she elf nodded, pulling out a long, emerald gown that she eyed with interest as she put it on the bed. The elf walked up to her and yanked the gown over her head without warning.

"Heyy!" Evie exclaimed, going red as she pushed her hair out of her face and crossed her arms across her chest on instinct.

But her exclamation fell on deaf ears as the she-elf stared below her waist, an extremely shocked expression marring her lovely features.

Evie looked down at her naked body, then back up to see the woman still gaping.

"What?" she snapped with a little more venom than she intended. But, the lady was really making her feel self conscious. Yeah, so what her body wasn't perfect like hers probably was...did she have to stare like that?! Did they not have manners in middle earth?

She almost snorted. Like Gwen Stefani didn't ignore her.

"My lady, where are the hairs of your womanhood?" she asked, looking up at her red face with shock. "you have bosom; you are not a child."

Evie blinked, looking down at her bare crotch before her lip trembled and she roared in laughter, startling the elf that was waiting for her answer.

"I-I'm s-sorry!" Evie choked out between giggles, shaking her head. Just, seeing a woman that shocked at her having removed her pubic hair...was well, hysterical. She knew that in her world, it would be opposite. Another women would probably look at her like she was a hairy beast if she didn't have it removed.

"My lady..." the elf said, approaching her with a concerned expression. As though Evie's lack of pubic hair surely meant there was something seriously wrong...and she would die soon.

"No, no, its okay!" Evie said encouragingly, not wanting to scare the beauty. "in my world, women remove their pubic hair. Body hair isn't a thing. I removed it. It's fine."

"Why would you remove your maturity?" the elf gasped, looking horrified at her actions.

"Um..." Evie faltered, feeling awkward. She knew it was a thing in her world, and she knew she had it waxed. How could she know that, though?

Her eyebrows furrowed. She couldn't remember her life, but she could remember that she got her pubic hair waxed? What the hell was that? Not that she remembered it actually happened, she just knew. What else did she know?

"My lady?"

Evie blinked, looking at the concerned elf holding out her hand, motioning for the door that she supposed led to the bathroom.

"Oh, right!" Evie shook her head, walking towards the room quite awkwardly.

"Men find it appealing and its the same as removing hair from under your arms," Evie explained, hearing the door close behind her as her eyes fell on a large bath in the floor. Steam was coming from the water, and flower petals were across the top of the water. She inhaled, smelling fresh freesia and roses.

"This is lovely," Evie smiled, gingerly stepping into the water as she let her arms fall from her chest.

She sank into the hot water, smiling as it ran over her skin.

"Males desire a hairless female?" the elf asked, making Evie look at her, kneeling beside the tub with a pitcher.

"Oh yeah," Evie shook her messy head. "it does sound pretty disgusting when you put it that way, doesn't it?"

The elf's lips twitched into a smile.

"Quite." she said plainly, dumping the contents of the pitcher over Evie's head and making her splutter as the elf instantly started massaging her hair.

"Je-Jesus!" she spluttered, rubbing the flower scented stuff from her eyes. Amazingly, it didn't burn like shampoo would have.

"I am simply washing your hair, my lady," the elf actually chuckled, scrubbing her hair as Evie sighed, feeling uncomfortable.

She didn't particularly want help with this activity, but she didn't want to offend anyone. What if she told her to leave, would she have been offensive? Evie was an over worrier and after all, they had saved her...she wasn't going to risk rejecting their generosity.

Without warning, the elf dumped another pitcher over head to rinse, making her splutter once again.

Evie groaned. This was going to be a long bath.

One hour later.

Evie stared at herself in the mirror, shocked. Her hair was in large, ringlet curls. They fell halfway down her arms, and weren't even frizzy! She had another moment, knowing that her curly hair was a pain in the ass. She knew without a doubt that her hair was a wild beast. And whatever the elf had done, made it sleek and flawless.

If she wasn't so thankful, she'd be pissed off. They didn't even have technology for a cell phone, but they could make her hair perfect? Her world could make amazing things like flying machines, BUT THEY CAN'T TAME FRIZZ?

This was utter madness.

She fumed silently to herself staring at the pretty dress. She decided she didn't look THAT fat in it. It flowed to the ground in whispy emerald green layers. I hugged her body, but wasn't overly tight. The long sleeves were open all the way to her shoulders, and they flowed behind her when she walked.

There was a knock, making her whip around and almost fall as she squeaked for them to enter.

Another, equally beautiful elf with honey chestnut hair walked in, smiling warmly at her. But unlike the other in fancy dress, this one was dressed like...Robin Hood.

She chuckled in her mind.

"Lady Uranthial said you have willingly removed the hair of your womanhood?"

"..."

"Nice to meet you too."

Great, she'd been here...well, she didn't exactly know how long; but she was already known as 'That weird girl with the hairless crotch.'

Fabulous.

"I'm Tauriel," the freckled elf said brightly, her pale green eyes glittering. "I saved you from Mirkwood. I apologize, my curiosity at times controls me."

Evie's eyes widened. "Did you really? Oh, thank you so much! I'm Genevieve. But call me Evie," she said enthusiastically. She really was thankful, even though she didn't know anything, she felt that she would have been doomed if she had not been found...

"It was my pleasure, My Lady," she bowed, giving her a smile. "I've been summoned to bring you to the king. I should hope I am the Captain to send you to Lothlorien. I would much love to visit. Should that suit you?"

"Yes!" Evie said instantly. If the lady saved her, then she felt the safest with her. Also, she'd much rather be in the company alone with a female than a male. Not that she liked women more, far from it. She was just shy and awkward. Being with a beautiful male elf, alone, for three days spun her into awkward girl turmoil.

She grinned cheekily. "I am glad! I shall request the king then!"

She motioned for her to follow her, and she did. She felt slightly uncomfortable, walking down the elegantly beautiful halls. They were all intricately carved wood. In all reality, it was breathtaking.

Her and Tauriel made small talk, as Evie asked various questions about the halls and before she knew it, she was standing in front of the king. He sat with his pointy crown, looking elegant as ever on his throne.

"Lady Genevieve, I have sent word to Galadriel. She said you are a treasure and to be treated with utmost respect until we deliver you to her," he said kindly.

Evie raised her eyebrows, noticing his attitude towards her was much more friendly.

"The Captain that shall escort you is but our own Prince, Legolas," he smiled proudly. "it is a three day journey but there is no other you will be safer with, I assure you."

A guy? His SON? That probably looked like him? She was supposed to be alone, in the company of a handsome prince for three days?

He was wrong, as awkward and shy as she was, that was seriously the MOST unsafe option.

Evie panicked.

"Um, sir, I mean...your majesty," Evie cleared her throat as he raised an eyebrow. What that a fucking snotty elf thing or what? "I was wondering if, um...well, I think I'd prefer Tauriel as my escort-"

"Nonsense!" the king interrupted her quavering voice. "Tauriel is needed here. I assure you, my son is the best option."

Evie opened and closed her mouth a few times, seeing his resolute expression. She glanced over at Tauriel, seeing her head hanging in defeat at her side.

She sighed, forcing a smile on her face as she faced the king.

She heard the doors behind her open, but she did not turn around.

"Ah, here is my son now," the king rose from his thrown, holding his arms out with pride.

A/N: If anyone is wondering, her name is pronounced: Jen-Nuh-Veev. I know the first time I saw that name, I was like...uh? But then I loved it xD Well, I'd love to know what you guys think!