A/N: Can any girl who is secretly in love with Legolas resist writing her own "girl goes to Middle Earth" story? I don't think so... I've given in. Anyways, please review... I need the attention. I should warn ya'll now, this chapter is just an intro, so you'll have to be patient until our heroine gets to Middle Earth. Also... I don't think that this will be a Legolas/OC romance because I think that there are way too many of those as it is. And I don't want it to be a Mary Sue either... please tell me if it is!!! I need any help I can get!!! Alright so enjoy, but before we begin, a few words from... drum roll please... me. oh how dramatic.

Disclaimer: contrary to popular belief, I don't actually own LotR... actually, I do, cuz I own the books... but I don't own the actual Lord of the Rings... he was destroyed, duh! how do you own a dead person??? Or thing... was Sauron a human???

On with the story before my brain starts thinking about Sauron's geneology. Enjoy! Morgaine

A/N: Chapter edited and reposted, Nov. 4th, 2007.

Home Sweet Home

Introducing...

Nicole slammed the door behind her as she entered her house. Glancing about her, she looked at her home and calmed herself down. There was the familiar furniture, the warm lighting and the predictable vase of flowers that reassured her she was safe. Her home was fashionable, if perhaps a bit cold and not lived-in, and was a testament to the family who lived there. For the sake of appearances, they were perfect. And maybe, in truth, they were a perfect family. But Nicole hadn't ever felt that way. She tried to keep her frustration locked away, but sometimes little things would set her off and her anger would run free. Like now.

Disregarding the closet on her right, Nicole tramped through the living and dining room with her wet boots, leaving wet footprints on the hardwood. Reaching her destination, the kitchen countertop, she swung her backpack off and dumped it on the ground, then pushed herself on to the counter. She heaved a great sigh... Her friends had called her weird again. She honestly didn't know why it was getting on her nerves, she'd been called weird before. Besides, her friends were only joking, it wasn't a very insulting thing to say. Maybe the reason it stung so much was because it was true. Nicole had never had many close friends, she had preferred books or her imagination. Never really fitting in anywhere, Nicole had decided somewhere along the way that she was actually an alien that was stuck on Earth while her real family and friends searched the galaxy for her. Not that she looked like an alien or anything, but sometimes the ideas she came up with made her think twice.

Nicole had long straight brown hair, with average features, average height, and a smile that she would have changed, if she got the chance. Nicole wasn't ugly or repulsive, just not interesting or exotic enough to catch the eye of any of the guys at school. Speaking of school...

Nicole had been at a choir rehearsal and her friends were running late, or avoiding her, she didn't know which. While she waited for them to show up and the choir director was working with the alto's, Nicole had doodled over her sheet music, covering it with leaves, flowers, hearts, etc, which all combined to make a picture of a cat. When her friends finally showed up they proclaimed her drawing strange and Nicole as weird. Her mood wasn't good to begin with, but for the rest of choir practice she avoided talking to her friends. There was no logical reason for the comment to put her in such a funk, but it had, and it weighed heavily on her.

Move your butt, Nicole, she told herself. Today is not a day to be moping. You have things to do and people to see. You are going to go out there and make a difference. You are going to live life to the fullest, seize the day! She stopped trying to motivate herself. She wasn't going anywhere today, just like yesterday, and the day before that, and every other day. Might as well see what's for dinner.

Sliding off the countertop, she opened the fridge to find some eggs, leftovers, celery sticks, salsa, cheese, and some very suspicious looking pink stuff. Oh no, wait, there's a sticky note. A post-it was attached to one of the shelves. Nicole read it quickly.

Nicky,
Sorry hon, but I'm running late today. Your sister had a doctors appointment in the city and it's probably going to take a while. Won't be home until late. Make yourself something for dinner. Love and kisses, Mom

Nicole looked skeptically at the contents of the fridge. "Hello dinner," she said aloud. "What on Earth am I going to make to eat?" Thinking thinking thinking thinking... I know! PANCAKES!!! One of Nicole's favorite foods, even though it wasn't usually a dinner item. Nicole started happily going through the cupboards, looking for her ingredients. After a few minutes, all necessary food items and tools were assembled and Nicole started to cook.

About half way through making the batter, Nicole added some water to make it less gooey. Her hand poised above the bowl, Nicole stopped for a moment, and then put the water back on the counter top. Ahem ahem, presenting the marvelous Nicole as... FRODO!!! And for the role of Galadriel, we have the ever talented... NICOLE!!!! Thunderous applause, thunderous applause!!!

Doing her best Frodo imitation, Nicole began, "What will I see?" she said in a scared voice.

"Even the wisest cannot tell. For the mirror shows many things." Nicole paused to pick up the water and started dramatically pouring it into the batter. "Things that were. Things that are. And some things... that have not yet come to pass." As she said those words, she backed away from the bowl, as Galadriel had done in the movie. And her feet hit her forgotten backpack, causing Nicole, being as clumsy as she was, to fall over.

"Ow," she said. "Well, I guess I'm not an Elf in disguise... I'm definitely not graceful enough." Picking herself up off the floor, Nicole dusted her pants off and went back to making her dinner.

Germaine had her feet propped up on her desk at Magetrix. She was currently in the Unusual Affairs office as punishment. Every knows that contrary to its name, nothing unusual ever happens in UA, that's why nobody wants the job. The only person that actually worked UA all the time was Dwayne, a really big nerd. So for the next few weeks, Germaine was stuck with nothing to do and a boring, weird, all-around freaky nerd in an office.

She took her feet off her desk, or rather, the pile of papers sitting on her desk, and spun her chair around. And around, and around, until she was super dizzy. Then she stood up and tried to walk over to where Dwayne was working. "Whoa!" she said, feeling the world tilt. Hehe, maybe I was sent here 'cause I'm too immature for any other office. She stumbled halfway to her destination, and decided she'd rather stay in her nice, soft chair, where the world seemed more balanced. During her whole adventure, Dwayne had not said a word. As usual.

Suddenly, Germaine heard a soft beep, then a whirring noise. "Hey Dwayne," she said, getting no response. "Dwayne!" she yelled, getting his attention. She continued with an annoyed tone. "Geez... anyways, did you just hear that? A beep and a whirring noise?"

Dwayne looked at her with a blank stare. "It's your computer," he said, matter-of-factly.

"No way! I didn't know I even had a computer!" she exclaimed. Apparently she did, and it was buried under the mounds of paperwork on her desk. The whirring was from the computer trying to open its screen. Germaine swept her arm across the surface of the desk, sending the paper flying to the floor. The keyboard was built into the desk top, and the screen now was able to fold up from the desk. Pretty cool. Now, let's see what this thing wants from me. Germaine read the message that was scrolling across the screen.

Unusual aspect. Sector G-14. Immediate extraction required.

The message looped itself over. Germaine thought for a moment. G-14? Where's that? Hm...that would be... Ah, of course! The green one, for G, and 14, for it's number... so it's gotta be Earth! Let's see what's going on over there.

Germaine gave the computer a command through the mic. "Visual, please," she said. Oddly enough, these computers at Magetrix were very sensitive and demanded that people use manners when using the computers. The computer obliged and Germaine was shown a young woman, about 16-17, who was going around a room preparing some sort of meal. Huh... that's odd. Usually you don't get an extraction at such an old age. The adjustment doesn't work. And usually when people don't fit they get redirected when they're young. Actually, usually we don't redirect people...hmm. Germaine snapped out of it as she realized that she had been running away on her train of thought. Ok then, let's get to work! Germaine got to work and prepared for an extraction. My first extraction... this is going to be hell...

A/N: I swear that this is actually related to Lord of the Rings in some small way. I should probably explain the Magetrix. I got the idea from the Matrix, except since it's directed by mages, or magic-doers, it's called the Magetrix. Don't sue me for stealing the title, please! And don't forget to review, so you can comment on how horrible my story is! Review, and I'll love you for forever and a day! m