WARNING: I'm trying to keep this character Non-Sue, but she might be like, Half-Sue or something. For example, she gets crushed by a truck and ends up in Middle Earth. But she's not all like, "OMGz!1! Middle Earth! It's so perfectly perfect! And I'm so perfectly perfect! And I'm never going home again because of my horrible parents- and oh, the HOMEWORK!1!12!" And she might miraculously not be dead, but she's not miraculously clean. Or anything like that. In fact, she's a total mess.

A/N: So this is the first LoTR thing I'm actually publishing! xD I have like, 1,000 ideas, but they're coming along slowly.
And sorry for the delay on AiW stories and everything, I guess they're all on hiatus for now.
Also, I was reading a story of one of my favorite authors (Lily McShepin) and found out that her sister died last year. She was only nine. :( R.I.P. Cathie.

Anyways, on a lighter note, on with the story! :D


You were only walking along, doing what you normally do, and minding your own business. You actually were going down to the grocery store 5 blocks away, to pick up some milk that Mom needed for dinner- when that truck just had to speed out of nowhere.

You were frozen, caught like a deer in headlights, your limbs refusing to listen, except for the occasional spasm through your legs. All you could think was 'Damn, I am soo dead.'

The truck got closer- he could barely see you, and he was going too fast to stop. You prayed for a red light, anything, but your prayers obviously weren't answered. You felt the front of the giant, metallic thing hit your chest, probably crushing your lungs, and pushing you into the road.

Crack. That was probably some sort of bone- multiple ones- breaking. The last thing you heard was a scream- probably your own.

And then you blacked out.

~*LOTR*~*LOTR*~*LOTR*~*LOTR~*~LOTR~*~LOTR*~

When you woke up again- miraculously somehow not having crushed lungs or a broken spine, or a mushed brain (or dead for that matter)- you didn't even recognize where you were. You realized you were laying in an unfamiliar bed. The bed was huge and fluffy, in a medieval-like room.

You pushed yourself up off the pillow, one hand clinging to the covers like your life depended on it, the other supporting your weight. You pushed your side-bangs to the side, so you could see clearer, and get whatever dirt that was stuck on them away from your eyes.

You looked down, and noticed that someone (hopefully a woman) had changed you out of your raggedy jeans and t-shirt that you'd thrown on, and into a pale nightgown. You grimaced- because, other than the nightgown, you were downright filthy. Like, not just bits of dirt here and there- you were covered in grime and sweat. It even made you shudder.

You reached up to touch your hair, and felt a knotted mess, that was probably filled with grime from the ground- it probably looked even blacker than usual, if that was even possible.

You looked around the room- everything besides you was sunny and pristine, not a thing out of place. Your clothes were folded up on the nightstand next to your bed, a small glass of water next to them. You quickly grabbed the glass and downed it, suddenly feeling like you had walked through a desert for weeks. You savored every drop of it, but even after finishing, you still felt parched.

You heard a chuckle behind you, followed by a voice that said "I'm glad you're awake." You whipped around, the glass in your hand falling onto the bed with a muffled thud. You saw a man, who looked like he was maybe in his late thirties, clad in a tunic (which was just a bit strange to you) with long (and you mean long- probably longer than yours, which reached the bottom of your shoulder blades in the back) dark hair, pointed ears and- wait, pointed ears!

Oh shit.