This is an idea I've had for quite a while. It's of a elf traveling with the company, and her story. I'm not sure of any pairings as of yet, but if there is going to be any it'll probably be Kili/OC unless I change my mind. I hope you enjoy this first chapter and hopefully I'll have the next one up soon. I'm stockpiling my chapters to ensure that I will have regular updates. Please let me know what you think, I love hearing of your opinions!

Disclaimer: I do not own anything of Middle Earth, that honour goes to J.R.R Tolkien. Alyssa belongs to me.

Prologue:

It was quiet in that room. A kind of aboding quiet that lingered throughout. Shining moonlight gave the room a comforting glow, it's white rays focusing on a magnificently detailed artwork. Many people were carefully painted on the canvas, all fighting the horrid creatures and monstrous beasts. A mountain and a city were seen standing proudly in the background, behind the such deadly action. It was something seen in a fantasy, a dream of sorts. Where heroes were recognized and when the good people always triumphed with that wonderful sweet victory.

It was known to be as such, in the world where this story is known famously throughout. A reclaiming of a homeland, and a battle to fight. The losses are given their moments of acknowledgement, but stories of war and battles barely focus on the fallen, but on those who continue forward. Fighting for what they believe to be true and right.

Everyone assumes that what they see from the screen of a television is what really does happen, and it does, just not in the way one might expect. Like how those did not expect a young girl to aid in the fight for the world dominion. One who didn't know a thing of the going ons of battle or the ways of the world of Middle Earth. No, many things do not go the way we expect them to be, but in the end these things happen when they happen. And all we can do is accept them and hope for the best that these unexpected happenings do turn out for the better.

The Supposably Normal Day

It is hard to believe that it is a year ago to that terrible, frightening, and wonderful day that I remember so well. It is so boring nowadays that I had to write this story, not only to find something to occupy my time with, but to also relive the memories I hold dearly, into the form of black and white words.

I should probably introduce myself, or else you would think me as she-who-has-no-actual-name. My real name is Alyssa Turner, a name I have learned to live with for the past sixteen years. I also have many other names, but for this story Alyssa is the name you can go on by. My childhood and early teenage years were spent in a country town of Dubbo in the country of Australia. My friends were few, but the ones I did have were very dear to me. My dreams for the future were clear. Graduate school with honours, go to university and get myself a good job in the health area.

All my future plans are not the same anymore, perhaps later you will understand. I have changed a lot, in my vision of the world and ideas in life, but through past experience I have realized one thing. I am who I make myself to be. My story starts at what I believe to be the beginning. The day where one simple thing changed the fate of not only myself but the others around me as well.

I was late. Again. I should have left for the school bustop five minutes ago, but when I needed to do my hair, I had to do my hair. Finishing the light brown haired braid, I looked up to the wall mirror to examine my job. It wasn't my best work, I had to admit. The bumps that stood on the crown of my head screamed for a redo, but I had no time, I could always fix it later though. The hat could cover my rushed and sorry excuse of a french braid until I arrived at school.

Shouts of goodbye where given over my shoulder to my parents as I rushed out of the door. Running to the bustop was a regular thing for me, I suppose that's why I never became unfit and overweight. Though my dad did usually complain about my time management skills, always saying I looked rushed and untidy. As much as hated to admit, he was right, not that I would ever tell him that. I slept in too long in the mornings never giving myself enough time to ready myself for the oncoming school day, but in the end I rather sprint to the bus stop instead of snoring on my math textbooks.

As a reached the bus stop panting and all sweaty, my green eyes caught sight of the white bus driving slowly towards me. I made it, with moments to spare. Digging in to my bag, my hands grasped hold of the deodorant's smooth cylinder form. Even if my appearance was untidy, there was no need to smell gross too.

"Morning," I greeted brightly to the bus driver as I clambered up the bus steps. I didn't know my bus driver all that well, I didn't even know his name, not that I bothered to ask. He was an older man with greying hair and a wrinkled face, he wasn't the worst driver the bus had experienced, but he certainly wasn't the best. Always with his grumpy aura and keep-to-himself personality.

I light out a sigh of relief as I slumped down onto the worn bus seat. Another day of not missing the bus, I was doing well this term. Laughter was heard from behind me belonging one of the girls who sat in the back seat. Most of them were in my grade, a few a year older, but none of them had ever done anything to acknowledge my presence. I never knew why, but I was fine with that. Me and my music where happy enough by ourselves.

What happened about half an hour later was nothing special in any sort. I sat there on that bus seat studying for a Science test to be done that day, perhaps leaning a bit more forward than preferred. Suddenly, the entirety of the bus was jerked backward as the bus decelerated to a stop. I didn't realize that I was falling forward until a bruising pain knocked into my forehead. And in that second, I was knocked unconscious into a pit of inky blackness.