My arrow whistled through the air, brushing my cheek as it flew. It hit the target; on I'd painted on the tree for lack of a better option, dead center. I lowered my bow, feeling a smile creep onto my face. That was my third perfect shot it a row.

I'd fallen in love with archery after watching the Lord of the Rings when I was a kid. Over the years, it had become one of the only things that really brought me joy.

I moved forward and yanked my arrow out of the tree, putting it in the quiver with my only other arrow. Matt had broken the other one a few days ago, so I was going to be extra careful with these.

I stepped back onto the back porch and into the kitchen door. I store all of my archery stuff in my bedroom, and then took it to competitions with me instead of renting the crappy ones the school provided.

"Anna? Anna where are you?" Matt's voice shouted from the living room.

"I'm in here, Mattie. What's up?" I said timidly.

He was silent for a second. "Can you make me some tacos?"

"I have homework, Mattie."

This time there was no pause before his answer. "Make me some fucking tacos or you aren't going to be going anywhere!" He practically screamed.

"Of course, sorry." I hurried to grab the container of taco meat out of the fridge, and set about making a meal.

Our house was small, and the kitchen was absolutely miniscule. After our parents had died, Matt sold the house and bought us this smaller one, to cut costs he'd said.

I was fairly certain that it was so he could buy the Porsche he had sitting in the driveway, but I wasn't stupid enough to tell him that.

Once the tacos came out of the microwave, I picked up my bow from the floor and hung it on the little hook that was attached to my quiver. I balanced the plate in both hands, before turning and heading towards that living room

This was Matt's room. He slept on the couch and spent his days watching car shows on the TV. Pizza boxes and beer cans littered the ground.

Matt was sitting on the couch, wearing an oversized white t-shirt that was stained with grease. His hair hung messy and unkempt, clearly giving away the fact that he hadn't seen a bottle of shampoo in years.

It was my observations of his general unkemptness that caused me to trip on one of the scattered beer bottles. I stumbled forward and the plate of tacos flew from my hands and directly into Matt's lap.

"YOU BITCH!" He screamed and leapt to his feet. "You just ruined my favorite shirt!"

"I'm sorry!" I moved to begin brushing it off of him. "Here, I'll clean it up."

I didn't even see him move until I felt my head ringing. I fell back onto the floor, feeling a bottle break under my weight.

"No, I'll make you sorry!" His foot collided with my nose; I felt it snap before the blood came spurting over my face.

The next time he kicked, his foot caught me in the cheek. My head slammed against the floor and everything went black.

When I awoke, it was to the sun shining in my eyes. I blinked, clearing the drowsiness from my mind.

I raised a hand to my face, feeling the familiar throb from where Matt had hit me. I sat up; my ribs aching as I moved. He'd really done a number on me; I would be feeling this for a while.

Upon sitting up I noticed that something was strange. I had figured that Matt might have thrown me outside after my beating, but there was no way he'd changed my clothes or hiked me all the way to a forest.

I was completely surrounded by trees. The sun was filtering through the leaves, and I could hear the bubbling of a creek or river in the distance.

I noticed my shoes first. They weren't my crappy running shoes that I'd bought at the Salvation Army; they were thigh high leather boots. My black pants were tight and high waisted. I was wearing a green, peasant style blouse with a brown leather corset over it. All in all, I looked like something from a fantasy movie. (Outfit link in my bio).

My quiver was hanging off my hip, but the arrows were not the ones I was used to. They were fletched wood, definitely not the ones I'd bought on EBay. My bow was laying a short distance away, and it was carved wood. When I picked it up, it balanced the same, but it was a top quality vintage bow.

Groaning, I stood. Something was seriously wrong here, but I wasn't going to be able to figure anything out until I cleared off the dried blood from my face.

I headed towards the sound of water. I stumbled a little; the forest was mixed with some surprisingly rocky terrain. I couldn't shake the feeling that I had seen this forest before.

The river was only a five-minute walk away. It wasn't the little creek I had been expecting; instead it was a huge river rushing with shining blue water. Something about it rang with familiarity too.

I knelt next to it, placing my bow beside me as I cupped some water and washed my face. My hands came away tinged pink with the blood. Once I felt like I'd cleaned myself off, I felt my nose. It ached like nobody's business, but it didn't feel broken.

I sighed. Matt was losing his mind, but I'd thought he'd draw the line at actually breaking my face. Seems like I was wrong.

"Well, what do we have here?" A voice sneered from behind me.

I shot to my feet, not even realizing what I was doing until I had an arrow knocked in my bow and pointed at the creature who had spoken.

It was a human-like creature, with skin that was black like rotting flesh. Its face was pointed and angular, and the teeth that peered out from its sneering mouth were pointed like shark.

It looked an awful lot like the Uruk-Hai from the Lord of the Rings movies, but there was no way it was.

"A little human…all on her own?" His voice was like nails on a chalkboard. "Don't worry, little girl, I'll take care of you." He took a step towards me. I kept my bow pointed at him.

"Stay back!" I shouted, my voice wavering slightly. "I will shoot."

He cackled. "Do you even know how to shoot that?"

I released my arrow and his voice was cut short as it found its mark in his forehead.

Carefully, I knocked another arrow and approached. He wasn't moving, and it didn't seem like he'd brought friends with him. I noticed a white handprint on his helmet

The White Hand of Saruman.

Know I knew that I was dreaming. There was no way in hell that the creature in front of me was actually a Uruk-Hai, yet there wasn't anything that allowed me to create a logical explanation.

The sounds of metal clanging reached my ears. Had I not heard it, or had some fighting just erupted over the hill. I looked back down at the corpse, pulled my arrow from his head with a sickening noise, and hurried in the direction of the fighting.

Nothing could have prepared me for what I saw when I came over the hill. The rocky escarpment was teaming with Uruk-Hai, but they seemed to be meeting resistance from only three men.

Or so I thought they were men. A familiar sounding horn echoed over the area. The first man, with shoulder length brown hair turned and ran, swinging his sword at all those who got in his way.

I recognized him immediately. He looked very similar to his movie counterpart, but slightly older and more rugged. He was Aragorn, son of Arathorn, and I was positively insane.

I turned my attention back to the raging battle below my position on the rocks. A short, bearded man, who I quickly identified as Gimli, was swinging an axe at his opponents. There was a large pile of bodies surrounding him.

My gaze shifted to the third man, or, elf, I suppose. Legolas had always been my favorite part of the movies, and he was even more magnificent in battle. Enemies were falling all around him as he fired arrow after arrow. His aim was perfect, and his hair made him resemble a white blur.

It was only by chance that I glanced up, and saw a lone Uruk-Hai approaching from the top of a rock. Legolas hadn't noticed him, and the Uruk was going to be able to tackle Legolas if I didn't do something.

When you're trapped in an impossible situation, it shouldn't come as a surprise when you make impossible decisions. Still, I felt my heart swell up, either with courage or with fear, as I pulled an arrow from my hip and took my aim.

The Uruk glanced up just as I released my arrow. It flew, and for once I was grateful for my good aim. The arrow hit his chest, and he tumbled off the rock and tumbled directly next to Legolas.

He looked up in shock as Gimli finished picking off the last of the Uruks. His eyes met mine; filled with surprise and suspicion. I quickly backtracked so that I could make my way down.

I thanked my feet as I managed to stumble into the clearing without falling. Both elf and dwarf eyed me with suspicion; the latter even raising his axe as I approached.

When I stopped in front of them, I was at a loss for words. There is no protocol for meeting your favorite film characters after having just saved the life of an elven prince.

I knelt next to the corpse of the Uruk I had slain, pulling my arrow from his chest. At a loss for a cloak of my own, I wiped the black blood on the grass.

"If you're quite able to talk," Gimli grunted and I looked up, "Who are you and where did you come from?"

I took a deep breath. I wouldn't be wise to tell them that I was from another world, so I scrambled to find a good excuse.

"My name is Anna. I'm a friend." Good job, Anna. That will answer all of their questions.

"How strange. You claim to be a friend yet we do not know you." Legolas's voice was soft, melodious even.

"I am a friend of Gandalf the Grey." They trusted Gandalf.

"Gandalf the Grey fell in Moria."

So at least this told me where we were in their journey. That reminded me of something important.

"We can speak later. Your companion needs help." I turned and ran in the direction Aragorn had taken. I didn't pause to see if they followed me, but Gimli's heavy footsteps alerted me to the fact that they were following.

When we reached the others, Boromir had already fallen. I stopped and allowed Gimli and Legolas to run towards their friend. I was far enough back that I could not hear the words that were exchanged.

I watched as they carried him to the river and laid him to rest in the boat. I would not disturb this moment, because they were no longer fictional characters; they were real people who had just lost their comrade in arms.

I looked around. There were bodies strung all over the ground. I was sure at this point that the hobbits had all been taken in various directions. Frodo and Sam would be across the river and beginning their journey to Mordor, whereas Merry and Pippin would be on the backs of Uruks sprinting towards Isengard.

"My lady?" I turned. The three friends were staring at me, clearly having already made their decision to go after Merry and Pippin.

"Yes," I quickly realized that a friend of Gandalf's would need to seem wise. "Aragorn, son of Arathorn?"

"My friends say you are a friend of Gandalf's. Surely you must know that he has fallen."

I nodded. "Indeed. It was his death that alerted me to your need for assistance." Surely I would only be here to help. "I am only sorry I could not arrive sooner."

"In truth, my lady, you saved my life." Legolas muttered.

"Your timing was perfect. You humbled this pointy-eared fool and I am most thrilled at that."

Gimli said.

I smiled. "I am glad I could help. And I am not a lady. My name is Annaliese, but you may call me Anna."

"Very well, Anna." Aragorn said. "Can you run, because we have quite a journey ahead of us?"

I hooked my bow onto the hook on my quiver. "Let us go. I believe we have some hobbits to save."

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