A/N: Oopsie, another Lord of the Rings story though I must say I like this one much better. My writing has evolved since my last one, so I hope you enjoy! This will start out in our world, but will eventually make it into Middle Earth. And trust me when I say this, I am going to try to make sure no one is OOC. Though this might be difficult for some of the Fellowship, I do not think it'll be bad.

Please let me know what you think! I am a very humorous writer but later on in the story I'm going to try to get more serious. Tell me if you enjoy the humor or would rather I stick to a more serious approach. I'm also going to try to prevent my OC from becoming Mary-Sue! Please review!

Nothing belongs to me except my OC Celine and Puggles. The rest comes from the trilogy "The Lord of the Rings" by J.R.R Tolkien or the adapted screenplay by Peter Jackson. And by no means am I a Tolkien expert, please message me if I have anything completely wrong.

Without any further delay, let us begin.

Chapter 1

It's not like, super embarrassing right? I live in a huge house with too many rooms and two staircases and acres of wooded land surrounding it. I mean, I have neighbors of course, who wants to live alone in the wilderness right? My neighbors are visible, but it would take me a few minutes to walk there.

Snow covered my lawn and cobblestone steps that led to be house. My backyard was large with no fence surrounding it, which seems kinda dumb though. The inside of my house in filled with luxurious furniture; every room and guest room had a bed, bureau, windows, bathrooms, you name it. One would think I ran a B&B or something.

Oh but wait shit, this isn't actually my house. My bad.

I mean, I live in the house. No, no, that makes me sound like a burglar. If I had a nicer word other than this, I would find one, but my vocab is limited. Which will sound ironic very soon.

I'm a freeloader.

Yup. I am a 26-year-old woman who still lives with her parents. Humiliating, I know. It is not by choice.

My parents were both extremely successful, Dad's a CEO of some big shot company that is far too complex for me to understand, or at least that's what he tells me. My mom first started working as Oprah Winfrey's makeup artist, for I would say…. 8 years?

She worked that long with the woman and never even introduced me to her. Whatever.

After that though, she created her own makeup line that made it's way from Target, to Sephora, then up to Nordstrom's, Bloomingdales, and other big shot, ridiculously expensive stores. My parents are literally the perfect definition of successful. If you opened up a dictionary to the word "successful", there would be no words. Just a picture of my mom and dad.

But not me. Trust me, you will not find a picture of me anywhere close to that word. Possibly near the word "freeloader" or "dumb-dumb."

Don't get me wrong, I went to University, I graduated with high marks. The only problem was my degree. My parents screwed me over. They said "follow your dreams," "do what you love."

Yeah? Really mom, dad? I did what I loved and I'm stuck here living with you because I can barely afford enough groceries to feed myself. I bet that's what they wanted though.

I majored in English with a concentration in Creative Writing. I absolutely loved to read and write, more than the average nerd too. But I never thought ahead like "What am I going to do with this degree?" Write books obviously. Well, do you know how hard it is to write and publish a book? Pretty damn hard.

Not to brag too much, but I have managed to publish 3 books. Pretty cool right? Well actually, the books are about 15 pages each and are under 300 words. They are titled, "Fiona's First Day of First Grade!", "Brave Brody", and "Pampered Puppies."

All. Children's. Books.

I mean, I can't even have a book signing with that! I would be embarrassed to sign some 6 snotty year old's book! Over my dead body.

So that leaves me to this, stuck in my parents house, making a few bucks here and there when some mom wants to shut their kid up so they buy my book. I live in the same room where I lived since I was 12, light pink walls, white furniture, queen size bed, book shelves filled to the brim, walk-in closet, and my own bathroom. Every girl's dream right?

Not mine. I'd rather live in a shabby apartment with no dishwasher, at least then I'd feel like an adult. I mean, I can't even bring a boy home, imagine how awkward that would be. "Yeah sure you can come over! But my parents like to watch "How to Get Away with Murder" at around 8, so won't be able to use the large TV in the living room."

Oh but wait, in order for me to even have that conversation, I would need a boyfriend.

I sighed as I sat up in bed that morning, miserable as I reflected back on my current situation. I yawned loudly and scratched my head, not even wanting to look at my bed-head. I'd probably crack the mirror. I heard this snorting noise down by the foot of my bed and I look over to see my pug lying on her back, looking at me like I had suddenly turned into a chicken wing.

"Puggles, I love you but you're drooling on my bed again." I whined as I scooped up my puppy. I call her a puppy, but she's actually full-grown and a little pudgy on the sides. Oh well, more to love.

I plopped Puggles on the ground by my bed and I hoped down from my bed, quickly jumped from my wooden floor to the rug I laid down in front of my bureau. I hate wooden floors, I don't care how trendy they are, they are hell in the winter. If I wanted frostbite I would go to Antarctica and hang out with the penguins and waddle around with them in the 12 feet of snow there.

I risked a glance in the mirror on the wall behind my bureau, I cringed. Long, deep mahogany hair hung in disarray down to the middle of my back. Green eyes studied my complexion and they soon spotted a brush nearby. I laughed and grabbed the hair tie next to it and threw my hair in the ugliest bun you could imagine. Who do I have to look cute for? Puggles? No Puggles doesn't even mind if I strut naked, she's not judgmental at all. I mean I'm not ugly, no I would actually consider myself quite pretty. Perhaps model pretty, the only thing stopping me from doing that is that you have to have the chest size of that of a 12-year-old boy and a tiny cute little butt. Nope. I got boobs, though not Sofia Vergara perfection boobs, but boobs nonetheless. And not like Dolly Parton boobs, wait, who cares. You get the picture.

I didn't even bother changing out of my red, plaid, long pajama bottoms and black t-shirt. I went down the 28, spiraling steps that led to the first floor of this palace. I marched my way to the kitchen and put on the Kerig and then went to feed my little princess.

My little porky princess.

Dumping a decent amount of food into Puggles bowl and filling her a new dish of water, I moved to see outside the patio door windows. It was the beginning of December in Maine, meaning shit tons of snow. Thank God I don't have to shovel though.

It's the little things in life.

The snow covers the back yard and was untouched. It was beautiful to look at when I was inside, but I wanted to kill a snowman whenever I was out. I appreciate beauty from afar.

I sighed as I placed a coffee cup underneath the Kerig and pressed the button that would fill it. I took my mug and made my way to the living room, which is probably my favorite place in this whole house. It was so cozy with our large gas fireplace, a huge decorated Christmas tree in the corner, little Santa Clauses scattered about. But the absolute best part?

The floor is carpeted.

I sat down on the couch and patted the spot next to me. Puggles backed up a bit and took a running start to launch herself onto the sofa. She made it.

I grabbed the remote of the glass table to my left and turned the TV on, flipping through channels trying to find something remotely interesting. It was a Friday morning, so that meant the only decent thing on TV were the six different news channels that all said the same thing.

I sipped my coffee trying not to burn my tongue in the process. The weatherman was currently pointing to the green screen map behind him, pointing out the locations where we could expect more snowfall. He looked at me straight in the eye and said "Scattered snowstorms will start at around 2pm this afternoon and continue until later this night." I turned my head to the left to look out the window and watched as it already began to snow.

Liar.

I sighed flipping through more channels, just trying to find something I could but on as background noise. Blues Clues? Nope. Mickey Mouse Clubhouse? Nope. "Keeping Up with the-?" Hell no, I have a little more dignity than that. I didn't get much farther than that until I heard the home phone ring and since I have no friends, not counting the old lady down the street, there's only one of two people it could be. Mom, or dad.

I reached for the phone and hit the answer button. "Hello?"

"Hello my little petite citrouille." A feminine voice laughed with a terrible French accent. I rolled my eyes and frowned at my mom's pet name for me. My mom is currently in France for a few weeks; testing new makeup products to see which ones she is going to release. And because she is in France, she decided to pick up a few French words. Petite citrouille means "little pumpkin" in English.

Seriously? Out of all the beautiful French words she choose pumpkin? Is she trying to insinuate something?

"How are you Celine? I miss you and your father! Have you heard form him lately?" Another fun fact, my dads in Shanghai. But he will be gone longer than my mom.

"Yeah mom, he called last night." I said standing up and moving back to the kitchen. "He's doing well, though he's having a hard time with his assigned translator."

"Oh poor dear, I'll have to give him a call soon. What have you been up to lately? Write anything new?"

I smiled, as much as I might pretend to be annoyed with my parents, they were the sweetest and most supportive people I know. "Actually I just about finished the first draft of my first adult fiction novel. I'm going to email it to my publisher tonight. Hopefully I'll hear back from her by Monday."

"Oh that's wonderful news! Are you willing to give your mother a sneak peak?"

I laughed pushing a stray hair out of my face. "No mom, it might not even be published. We'll see, I want to perfect before anybody seriously reads it." Mom and I made small talk, catching up with each other. She tended to act like she had been gone for months and I was some how feeling neglected. After 15 minutes or so she had to hang up to get back to eye shadow testing.

I put the phone back on the receiver and sipped my coffee. I felt something wet on the side of my leg. Puggles was licking me like I had spilled some sort of human food on my leg.

What a life I was living.

The Fellowship…

Nine figures stood in a line trudging through the heavy snow that covered the mountaintops. The lead of the group was an elf that could balance his weight across the snow, having no trouble moving upwards on the mountain. The other eight figures behind him had to lift their legs high in order to move forward. The worst of the group were the four hobbits, no bigger than an average aged child, for they had snow well above their knees. Even the elderly wizard and the dwarf faired much better than the hobbits.

The nine were set to travel across Middle Earth to the fated Mount Doom, to cast the Ring into the very fires of Mordor. It was no simple task, only those who were brave enough volunteered for such a journey. Many thought the nine of them would surely perish at some point in their travels. But the group remained strong, helping one another through the rough terrain, offering their cloaks to needed it most.

The group remained quiet, only a few spoke to one another for they were all weary and tired, some showing more than others. One of the hobbits tripped once again over his large cold feet. One of the men steadied him, though he seemed far more interested in the jewelry that lay around his neck.

"Frodo, you stumble often. Do you require a moments rest?" The man with the large shield on his back asked. "For you carry a burden greater than the rest of us."

Frodo glanced up at the man and shook his head. "Nay Boromir for I may carry a heavy burden, the longer we delay the longer I shall carry it." Boromir nodded and they continued on their way.

But soon the hobbit tripped once more, put instead of falling forwards, he lost his balance and slipped backwards. He tumbled down until the other man, Aragorn, stopped him. The hobbit frantically searched for the trinket that usually rested against his skin. Up yonder everyone turned to stare at Boromir as he stooped low to pick up something in the snow. A darkness fell across his features and made Aragorn uneasy.

"Boromir?" He called, as if to draw attention away from the dark Ring that he held in his hands.

"It is a strange fate that we should suffer so much fear and doubt over so small a thing...such a little thing." He said almost as if he were talking to himself. Aragorn slowly placed his hand on the hilt of his sword, praying that he would not need to draw it against his fellow companion.

"Boromir...give the ring to Frodo." Aragorn said calmly to the other man. Boromir looked up and saw the concerned and distrustful expression of the hobbit. Frodo was already uneasy with most of the company; he did not need another reason to take second glances at the man.

Boromir descended the slope and stood in front of Frodo with his arm outstretched. "As you wish, I care not." He said lightly trying to diffuse the thick tension in the air. He ruffled his gloved hand over the thick dark curls of the hobbit. He then turned around and began walking back up towards the group, it was only then did Aragorn remove his hand from the hilt of his sword.

Legolas stood in front of the group and gazed out over the mountainous landscape. They had traveled high and far from the ground and his comfort only lessened. He was a woodland elf; the trees were like his source of comfort. His hand grazed the mountain wall to his left as his ears began to pick up the sound of speech. It was dark and foreboding, ill intent clearly behind it.

"There is a fell voice in the air." Legolas turned to look at company, warning them that something dangerous was coming.

Gandalf did not seem surprised at his statement as he soon heard the dark wizards speech. "It is Saruman." Soon the mountain began to rumble and the ground beneath their feet swayed every which way.

"He's trying to bring down the mountain." Aragorn shouted. "Gandalf! We must turn back!"

Gandalf shook his head and raised his staff high. "No!" He shouted. "Losto Caradhras, sedho, hodo, nuitho I ruith. Sleep Caradhras, be still, lie still, hold your wrath." But Gandalf's speech did nothing for lightning struck the side of the mountain. Snow and rock tumbled from the cliff and Legolas grabbed Gandalf before the boulders could crush him.

But no one could prevent the onslaught of snow that tumbled onto their bodies. The snow piled high and the company felt as if they were being pulled deeper and deeper into the depths of the mountain. Even the strong men and elf could not claw there way to the rest of the company. It was almost like they were being pulled away from each other, but soon the company thought no more because their vision turned black.

Celine

It continued to snow throughout the entire day on Friday. Though I didn't mind, I had my laptop in my lap, curled up in front of the fireplace, and a beautiful pug lying next to me. I was finishing up the last minute edits on my first rough draft of my novel, to be completely honest, I thought it was astounding. I mean, I definitely was no J.K Rowling but I'm all right.

The rest of the day passed slowly and soon the sun was setting, casting beautiful golden rays across the treetops. I yawned and stretched my legs from there previous cramped position. I hadn't even changed out of my pajamas; well I should get credit for the fact that I at least put a bra on.

Puggles jumped up from her laying position and sprinted to the kitchen. I sighed as I realized that she needed to be fed again. She jumped up on her hind legs as I reached underneath the counter to get her food.

As soon as I fed her I went to the fridge to find myself some food for the night. I cringed as I saw my parent's had stocked up on fruits and vegetables but seemed to have missed out on any sort of junk food. Unfortunately I had to eat healthy tonight because even if I ordered a pizza, they wouldn't be able to deliver due to all this snow.

I cut up strawberries and apples, through in some blueberries and grapes, and called it dinner. I sat at the dark marble countertop in the kitchen and dug into my "delicious" dinner. I paused mid-way to my mouth with my last piece of fruit as I heard a scratching as the patio door. I turned around and saw Puggles waiting patiently, with her tongue hanging out to the side, for me to open the door.

"Have to go pee-pee Puggles?" I asked standing up and moving towards the pug. She got super excited and turned in circles in anticipation for me to open the door. I sighed as I opened the door a smidge, feeling the gust of the cold winter air fly through the house. I saw Puggles sprint super fast outside and began to jump around in the snow attempting to catch the snowflakes that were dropping.

My jaw dropped as I realized that she didn't have to poop at all. "Puggles," I whined leaning my head against the glass. "you might be having fun but guess who's going to have to clean you up?" Puggles suddenly stopped dancing about as she heard something in the direction of the forest, something I didn't hear. I raised my eyebrows at her sudden attentiveness as she glanced from me to the trees behind her.

I shook my head in despair as I had a feeling what she was going to do. "Uh-uh Puggles, don't do this to me. Don't make me-." I stopped mid-sentence as Puggles sprinted off towards the forest at a much faster speed than I though she could accomplish. "-run after you." I finished lamely.

Though I knew she would come back, Puggles never ran off into the forest. She was afraid of the unknown just as much as I was. Thankfully, the sun was still casting enough light for me to sprint to the forest after her, but I was not taking any chances. I ran towards the closet and grabbed a pair of white snow boots and shoved my feet in them. I then grabbed the first warm pea coat I could find and threw that on. Sprinting back to the kitchen I grabbed my IPhone, thank God this phone had a flashlight app.

"Puggles!" I yelled stepping through the patio door and out into the frigid environment. "Puggles mummy is getting mad! Puggles come here!" I waited from her to come sprinting back to the house.

No Puggles.

I muttered obscenities as I soon began a brisk walk towards the forest.

I love my dog too much.

The Fellowship…

Frodo groaned and pried his eyes open. He was very cold and could tell he was lying down on a soft, yet frigid substance. Frodo moved his body slightly, trying to push himself into a sitting position, but pain shot through his limbs and he collapsed back down on the snow.

Trying to at least get a bearing of his surroundings Frodo managed to turn himself around so that he was chest up. He looked around the scenery and saw that the sky was turning dark as if the sun was setting. But what confused him the most was the fact that there were trees surrounding him.

Hearing a groan to his right, he looked around to see scattered members of the Fellowship. They too look disheveled and momentarily confused to what had happened.

"Mr. Frodo!" Sam called scrambling up and wavering slightly as he made his way to him. Sam slowly helped Frodo into a standing position. Frodo nodded his thanks as he looked to the rest of the Fellowship. Legolas helped Aragorn to a standing position as well as Gandalf.

Everyone was accounted for and they soon moved closer to one another. "What has happened Gandalf?" Aragorn asked moving towards the wizard. "This is no longer the Misty Mountains but I cannot recall ever descending."

Gandalf remained silent peering towards the trees that surrounded them. He could not fully comprehend what had happened either; Saruman's magic had surely hit the mountain in an attempt to bury them. But to completely whisk them away from the mountains was not possible from his range.

"Surely Saruman's magic would not have strayed us this far." Aragorn whispered to Gandalf voicing his thoughts.

"Nay my friend." The elf answered walking towards the two. "For there seemed to be another presence upon that mountain, it was foreign to me. It whispered words that I could not comprehend, I do not know what it was."

The hobbits huddled close to one another, teeth chattering and trying in a feeble attempt to keep their limbs warm. Gandalf noticed them and their current condition. "We must find shelter." The wizard said. "For I need to think what could have possibly happened and we could all use some rest."

Suddenly the elf's ear perked up and he whipped his bow out and knocked an arrow. Noticing his actions the rest of the company drew their weapons.

"What do you hear Legolas?" Aragorn asked looking out towards the trees.

"Something approaches, though small it may be, I do not know what it could be." The elf replied peering his eyes towards the direction of the steps. The creature was coming at a fast pace and its steps were light.

The steps grew closer and closer until the creature burst through the trees. Everyone stared at it in shock, not really knowing how to react. A small four legged, tan, squished face dog stood before them panting heavily. It was a bit overweight by the looks of it, but it was obviously no threat.

"Ha!" The dwarf boomed lowering his ax. "A mighty creature that is but fear not elf, it will not kill you!" The dwarf laughed as the elf lowered his bow and glared.

The dog barked and sprinted towards the group and began sniffing them and snorting through it's squished nose. It began to circle some of the members and licked their pants. The hobbits were a bit apprehensive around the dog, but the rest were confused to why there was a small dog in such a scene. An odd place for such a harmless creature.

"It has a funny face." Pippin commented as he tried to push the dog away with his foot. Suddenly the dog noticed something in the snow and sprinted to Frodo and began to dig by his feet. The group eyed it strangely as the dog stuffed its face in the snow. The dog resurfaced with a chain in its mouth and the Fellowship paled. Frodo immediately began to grab around his neck for surely the dog could not have that in its mouth. But alas Frodo realized that the Ring was no longer around his neck, he lunged for the dog but missed as the dog leapt out of the way.

The company sprang into action trying to catch the dog, but of course the dog thought they were all playing. She ran around the company in encouraging them to grab her. The company was quick, but the dog had four legs and was small and agile, even the elf could not catch the creature.

"Oh this is ridiculous!" The dwarf growled as he missed the dog as she ran straight through his legs. "Just stick it with an arrow before the beast runs off!"

Legolas, realizing that it would be the quickest method, nocked an arrow, but before he could even raise it, the dog sprinted back towards the trees. "Quickly!" Gandalf cried beginning to run after the creature. "For that dog has something terrible in its possession, do not let it be lost!"

The company sprinted after the dog in the general direction that it went. As the nine of them ran, the trees began to thin out. They spotted the dog sprinting through a land that was cleared of trees. They stopped just at the edge of the forest and Legolas raised his bow eyeing the small dog as it ran towards a large structure that stood in the distance.

"Puggles! There you are!" The nine figures immediately whipped their heads around to see a young woman standing a few meters away from the structure with her hands on her hips. She wore strangely patterned breeches and a thick coat over her body. Her hair was piled atop her head and did not look like it had seen a brush in several days. She bent low with her arms outstretched as if she were beckoning a child to walk up to her.

The dog bolted into her arms and she laughed as she hugged the dog. "Mummy has been worried!" She attempted to scold the dog. "Have I taught you nothing? Do not go running out so late, better yet, stay were mummy can see you."

She stopped speaking as she noticed something in the dog's mouth. The company went ridged as they saw her expression change to confusion as she reached towards the Ring that was around the chain in the dog's mouth.

"What are yer' waiting for!" The dwarf growled. "Stick 'em with an arrow!" The elf whipped his head around and glared at the dwarf once again.

"You would have me shoot an unarmed woman!" He hissed as he lowered his bow.

"She could be with the enemy!" The dwarf shot back.

"She is but a child!" The elf snapped. "I will not shoot unless I must." Legolas turned to Gandalf who looked torn between what they should do.

"Nay, Legolas is right. He shall not shoot." He paused as he and the company turned and watched the young woman grab the chain in the dog's mouth. But to their amusement, the dog did not release it. The woman placed the dog on the ground and tried to pry the chain out of the dog's mouth, but the dog refused.

"Really Puggles." The woman sighed. "You find something nice and your not even willing to let me see it? You're greedy." She pouted, but nonetheless she picked up her dog once again and moved into the house. Oblivious to the nine figures that were watching her.

"Well, now she's gone into that building." The dwarf growled. "With the Ring no less, how shall we obtain it now?"

Gandalf smirked and leaned heavily on his staff. "Why my dear Gimli, have you learning nothing about the art of manners? We shall simply talk to the young woman and ask for it back. I believe she is of no threat, she did not even recognize what she had in her possession."

The hobbits exchanged glances, for some reason they all thought it was going to be much more difficult than that.

A/N: Well there's the first chapter! I really hoped you enjoyed it! I'm still struck on whether this should be first person POV or third person, or even mix. Which would you guys prefer? Let me know in a review or something and I will talk to you in the next chapter!

Also let me mention that I am in no way, shape, or form condemning English majors. I do not mean to insult anyone with what I was saying in this chapter, I just need a major that my OC could use and I thought it fit best with my character in mind. Please don't be offended with what I said; I say it all in jest!