Hello and welcome! This is my first posted fanfic. (written and posted is very important) I hope it's not completely terrible and you can follow it fairly easy. I'm also kinda, sorta mixing the book and movie together. Ummm I only own my character's Sylin and Euro.

Chapter 1
Count to Sixty

"Come on! We have to get there before the gates open!" I yelled at Euro from the living room. She came dancing into the room wearing her outfit. Dark leather corset, bracers and ankle boots, a long off white shirt she wore as a dress, and black tights that stopped at her knees. "You know they didn't wear that kind of hat back in the Renn days." I poked at her for wearing her beanie.

"Yeah, and? It's my favorite hat. Besides who's gunna care?" She stuck her tongue out at me and skipped out the door. I rolled my eyes,
grabbed my bow and checked myself over in the mirror.

I wore mostly leather, all of which was custom made. I had a halter/corset type vest, it scooped just beneath my breast and two straps came up and around to buckle behind my neck. I had archery gloves, where my right hand had the index and middle finger covered but the rest were fingerless. My pants came up to my waste were I tucked it under the corset halter and is laced all the way down the sides of my legs. My boots were knee length and pull ons, the top folded down to the mid of my calf. My shirt was the only thing that wasn't leather, and it was a very pale blue, nearly white, poet shirt.

My name is Sylin by the way, but everyone just calls me Syl. I'm three inches shy of five feet and I am average weight. I have pudges in my tummy that I loath,
thankfully my leather halter hides it well. I like to keep my platinum blonde hair just below my shoulders and pulled into a braid.
I have light jade eyes with beyond perfect vision. My skin is so light most people think I'm a walking marble statue.

Before I met Euro, I was just a lazy tv watching couch potato, but she introduced fencing to me and it gave me the urge to learn something that forced me outside. It took me a while, but I had finally decided that archery was what I wanted to pursue. I studied through middle school and high school and thankfully I didn't really have to go to school and practice so I able to keep it up at home with hay bales and the occasional tree. On the days I visited Euro she would shove a practice rapier in my hand and would kick my ass all over the yard. Slowly I became better, but I was never as good as her.

Other than that, I kept myself seated on the computer and watched movies and TV shows. On certain occasions I would read a book, but that collection was very small compared to my movie collection.

When we finally arrived at the Renn Fair and passed the gates we started the day by riding the camel and ended the day touring the castle. It was the perfect weekend to begin the long summer ahead.

Euro and I stepped off the bus and began heading back to the car. I stretched my achy muscles, "Today was absolutely perfect!"

"I agree, now time to get home and download all these pictures." She smiled holding up the camera. "Say cheese!"

"Chee-"

"Behind you!" I flipped around just in time to see the yellow bus and then nothing. The darkness around me felt alive, pulsing and pulling me backwards. I called out to my friend, but received only the answer of tweeting birds.

I opened my eyes and quickly shut them. The sunlight above me blinded me. I sat up with a small headache. I slowly let my eyes adjust to the light and took a look around.

I was sitting on a very worn pathway that lead off to my left and right. Grass, greener than I had ever seen, rolled down a hill and ended at a river then continued its way up on the other side. On each side of the river a market place swarmed with people filled the length. In the surrounding hills round doors marked entrances to what appeared to be homes.

The round doors are what gave it away for me, but I just shook my head. There was no way I was in the Shire. I stood up and found my bow laying a good foot from myself.

"Good morning." I heard someone greet from behind me. I turned and found someone I never expected to see. Bilbo Baggins.

"Good morning." I greeted back, but confusion laced in my voice. "I know this sounds silly, but I must ask. Where am I?"

"That is a bit silly, but if you must know you are in the Shire." Bilbo lit his tobacco pipe and sat down on the bench by his door.

"Oh, um... thank you." I looked down the path. "I think I'll be going now."

"Would you like to stay for tea?" Bilbo stopped me. I was in a daze, completely confused as to why I was in the Shire or New Zealand I couldn't figure out which.

"Sure, thank you."

"Come sit, do you have a pipe?" He patted the seat next to him.

"No, I don't. I don't smoke, but thank you for the offer." I sat next to him and looked out over the Shire.

"So what brings an elf out here?" He asked.

"An elf?" I looked over at him confused as he made a smoke ring.

"You are an elf, aren't you? You have the pointy ears." He touched my ears. I reached up and felt them, expecting them to be rounded, but found they had pointed at the tips. A concerned look crossed my face.

"I guess I am. I don't remember being an elf five minutes ago." I placed my hands in my lap.

"Are you alright?" He asked with a bit of concern.

"To be honest, no. I'm not. I'm lost and confused and I don't know how I got here." I couldn't remember what happened before I woke up.

"Well, let's go inside and have a nice cup of tea. Maybe that might help jog your memory." I simply nodded and walked inside.

Long winding halls reached deep into the hill, most of the doors were shut so I couldn't see inside. The moment you walked in there were many pegs along the wall to hang up hats and coats, I didn't have one so I just followed Bilbo into the kitchen.

"I didn't ask you your name. What it is by the way?" He asked as he put a kettle on.

"Syl." He set a cake in front of me. "Sylin Young."

"Pleasure to met you, Miss Sylin. My name is Bilbo Baggins."

"Call me Syl, if you don't mind." He nodded and set cups with saucers down along with plates and a fork each. When the tea was ready he poured us both a cup. I sipped at mine and stared out the window.

"I remember something giant and yellow." Slowly a migraine from the center of my brain began to engulf my head. "And a friend. Then lots of darkness." I held my head in my hands.

"Maybe you should lie down. I could ask around Hobbitan if anyone has seen another elf around." He lead me to a spare room. It had a small window that over looked his garden, a locked chest and a dresser with a dusty mirror.

When I laid down I had to pull my knees to my chest. I stopped Bilbo before he walked out. "She's not an elf. She's human." He nodded and shut the door behind him. "What a kind Hobbit..." I said as I fell into a deep sleep.

I opened my eyes and found I wasn't in bed anymore. Rather I was leaning against an enormous and bright silver tree. Off in the distance I could see a golden tree equally as bright.

A silver apple came floating down in my view and stopped two feet from me. It began glowing and grew brighter and brighter until it was too bright to look at. A soft bell like voice came from the shinning apple before me.

"Do not fear child of the moon. She is safe within time. Count to sixty and she shall appear."

"What are you talking about? Why am I counting to sixty?" Nothing was making sense. Where was I? Why was I here?

"Remember Moon Child."

I felt like I was being sucked into a vacuum cleaner and spit back out awake. My vision came back into focus and I was back in bed. The sun was just starting to peek over the hills.

A knock came at the door and I got up and answered it. Bilbo stood there with a smile.

"Ready for some breakfast?" I returned his smile and followed him to the kitchen. The table was already set with food and coffee.

"Do you remember anything yet?" He asked.

"I do, but you wouldn't believe me if I told you." I said taking a bite of an egg.

"Try me." He pointed at me with his fork.

"I come from a place called Earth. I live in the state of Tennessee in a small town called Sweet Water." Bilbo thought my answer over for a few moments.

"You're right. I don't believe you." He took a bite of a biscuit. "But tell me of this place. It sounds fascinating."

I laughed at his curiosity and told him a few things of home. When I explained to him what cars where I told him they were like wagons being pulled by dragons, just less fire breathing and no dragon. I avoided the subject of TVs, that would have been to difficult. I told him of big cities and lands across the ocean.

"You tell me of these things like you've been there." We had migrated out front and was sitting on the bench.

"I tried to tell you earlier that I have. That's where I'm from."

"Then how did you end up here?" He made a ring of smoke and I watched it float past the fence and over the dirt path.

"I haven't figured that out yet." I began to ponder, but there was a bell like voice in the back of my head. 'Remember Moon Child'. "Count to sixty..."

"Why are you counting to sixty?" Bilbo asked. I looked over to him surprised.

"Did I say that out loud?"

"Indeed you did." He nodded.

"Oh, sorry. I don't know why I am. I just remember someone telling me to count to sixty and she will appear."

"Maybe it's talking about your friend, who I'm sorry to say no one has seen."

"Hm..." I looked over the Shire. The sun was rising higher in the sky, soon to be midday. I closed my eyes and began to count. "One, two, three..." When I reached sixty I opened my eyes.

"Nothing happened." Bilbo pointed out.

"Maybe I have to wait another moment." And so I did, and still nothing.

"Maybe the voice meant sixty days." He suggested.

"That's irritating." I frowned.

"Do you have anywhere to stay?" I shook my head. "You are more than welcome to stay in the guest room you were in if you wish. I ask you help with chores though."

"Housekeeping? I can do that. It's the least I can do for such a generous offer."

Over the next two months that I waited, Bilbo and I became better friends. He had a very adventurous heart, but because of his status as Baggins he never did anything short of normal Hobbit things.

He had many friends in the Shire that came over for a few hours every other day for tea. Some days I sat and chatted with them, but most days when company was over I stayed outside and read Bilbo's books.

A month into my stay I began dreaming of a talking silver apple and two large trees, one silver and one gold. At first the apple would only call me a Moon Child and telling me to remember, but slowly over the next month it actually began holding conversations with me. Most of which I forgot. I had also realized that the voice in the back of my head on my second day in the Shire was the apples voice.

On the sixtieth day I awoke and sat down with Bilbo at breakfast.

"Today's the sixtieth day." Bilbo pointed out to me.

"Yep, I'm kinda nervous." I poked my boiled egg with my fork.

"I thought you would be more excited.

"I am, but I'm nervous. I feel bad for not going out and just looking for her. What if she's mad at me?"

"I wouldn't think anything about it. Something inside you told you to wait and wait you did. Come on, cheer up!" I smiled at Bilbo, happy that he was trying to cheer me up.

I sat on the bench all day and part way into the night. When the moon was at its highest I sighed and tried counting to sixty again, but still nothing happened. I gave up and went back inside. I waved Bilbo goodnight and fell into bed.

The apple floated down to me again and glowed brightly, but this time was different from the others. It began taking a different shape than the glowing sphere. When the light died away there fluttered a small being with wings.

"Why do you show me a different form today?" I asked.

"I have always been in this form, you only saw the apple. An odd choice of shapes if you ask me." She looks down at herself. "It seems part of you is opening up and you are able to see what is really in front of you."

"So this is your true form?" I reached out and lightly poked her. She was two of my hands tall, long unbrushed hair, and every inch of her was silver.

"Yes, this is what I truly look like." She floated down and sat on my foot. "Have you remembered anything yet?" She asked me this in every dream.

"No, I haven't. As I said last time I'll tell you when I do. Are you going to tell me where I am?"

"Not until you remember." I sighed. She gave me this answer every time I asked.

"I waited sixty days and still my friend hasn't shown. What am I supposed to be counting? Day, weeks, months, years, decades, centuries?" All she did was smile. "Thanks, that's really helpful."

"Anytime." She had enough sarcasm to fill a boat or two.

"So you were telling me about the Valar." I changed the subject. "They are the emissaries of Il£vatar, and they sang the songs that created the world around us."

"Correct. They had no real shape, but they do take the shape of men and elves. Most of the time they stay invisible to the wondering eye."

"Invisible? That seems a bit dickish." She giggled at my remark. Suddenly she looked back towards the golden tree and I woke up.


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