Hello, well I'm not sure what to say. Let's start by saying that I have no idea how I came up with this story but it's almost finished now so I decided to post it. I had it read by a few people who liked it and that's also why I posted it. I hope you like it at well. My first story came out pretty good and I hope this one does as well.

So I tried to get a beta reader but none replied back and my main beta reader is very busy for some weeks. I looked it over myself but if you see any errors please point them out and I'll fix them.

Disclaimer: Nope, don't own LOTR or any other of Tolkien's works.

Warning: well it's not a warning actually but people usually read when it says that lol. Just to let you know, this is an introductory and action chapter so there will not be much conversation, but the rest will have a normal amount of conversation.

Chapter one: Holy S#*!

It was a normal day for Fiona. She was at home alone as she had been for the last two weeks. Her parents were out on a business trip and Fiona had been alone since the middle of May. She did not mind so much being alone. She was nineteen and could fend for herself easily. What really got to her was that her parents had taken her two younger sisters with them but had decided to leave her to watch over the house since they would be out for three months and they didn't want to leave the house alone for so long. She hated to think that she was here on the Island while the rest of her family was enjoying their long stay at Florida. Her only consolation was going out with her friends during Summer time. But her parents had not made it so easy for her to sneak out either. They had asked the neighbors to check up on her and report to them every week day. Only on weekends was she allowed to go out. She sighed as she looked out the window. It was Monday, only four more days to go before she could leave the solitude and silence of her house and go out with some friends. Not that she didn't enjoy peace and quiet, but she had not much to do on her own but read, write, watch tv, and surf the web. But even the internet had become tiresome after two weeks of it day and night.

Fiona sighed again. Only another two more months of this, she thought sarcastically. She passed her hand over her wavy brown hair for the thousandth time that day. The day felt so long and it was not even midday yet. There was nothing interesting to watch, she was not in the mood to read or write and there was nothing she could think of to see in the web. She wondered if she would fall asleep if she tried. That way the day would pass without her needing to be conscious of the long hours that were making her lose her mind. She was about to walk away from the window when she heard her phone ring. She smiled as she heard the beat of the merengue playing and imagined herself at a party just dancing the night off. She saw that it was her best friend Astrid and smiled again, glad to have someone to take her off her boredom.

"Hello."

"Hey Fiona guess what! I got you a date with Joshua on Friday! Eeeee!"

"Wait, you mean my Joshua?!"

"No Fiona, I meant a random guy whose names is also Joshua. Of course is your Joshua. Of course it could still be Joshua Cruz."

"And again with that."

"Well Fio you cannot deny that those abs are not something that make him irresistible."

"Abs are not what make a good husband, besides my Joshua is fairly buffed."

"I know, I know. But anyway he will come to my sister's birthday to meet with you!"

"But wait, that means you told him I like him!" she said with panic in her voice.

"Not exactly. I told him that I had noticed how he had been looking at you for the past few weeks. He told me he had actual feelings for you!"

"No way!"

"Yes way!"

Both girls screamed through the phones and jumped even if they couldn't see each other.

"I can't believe it. After so much waiting he actually caress for me. But wait, I can't go out on Fridays! My dad has me under surveillance."

"Well call him and ask him. One Friday won't kill you or him."

"You're right. I can even tell him I'll sacrifice Saturday or Sunday in exchange."

"That's my girl. Now start thinking of what you will wear. You need to be perfect for that night. I have to go now. My mom needs my help with the house. We are painting the inside and it's a mess in here."

"Alright, see you on Friday. And Astrid, thanks."

"No problem. That's what best friends are for."

"Bye."

"Goodbye."

Fiona hanged up and sighed happily. She grabbed a pillow and let herself drop on the couch with a squeal. She was overjoyed. She had been waiting for that moment for almost a year. They went to the same College and were together in the Nurse program and she had hopes that they could move on from the friend zone into a relationship. She could see those light brown eyes looking at hers as they danced. She had forgotten her boredom and was now in a far off daydream where she was dancing with her beloved Joshua all night. Everything was right in the world. She thanked her parents for no taking her with them. This was one of the happiest moments of her life.

oooOooo

"Are you ready my son?"

"I am Ada."

"Now remember, the enemy will be ahead by now. You must find her and secure her before they can find her. We will be watching you with the Mirror of Aithne. Do you have everything?"

"Yes Ada."

"Good, then get going."

The young man with long dark brown hair and silver grey eyes turned to his brother. They were identical twins and there were few that could tell them apart.

"It won't be long brother. We will see each other soon." said the first who was leaving.

"I know brother. I will look forward to your return. Stay safe."

"You too."

The two brothers embraced each other. The first one turned to his father who embraced him as well.

"May the Valar protect you my son."

"Thank you Ada."

The man released his son and allowed him to walk to the center of the room. What looked like a door of mist was before him. With no hesitation he walked through and the door immediately vanished.

oooOooo

Fiona was still on her blissful moments of happiness. She had been thinking so much about her date with Joshua that she had forgotten to have lunch. Now her stomach growled furiously as if scowling her for neglecting her lunch. Fiona decided to make herself an egg sandwich. She opened the refrigerator to get some eggs but found that there were none. She grunted in annoyance. She had her mind set on that egg sandwich and she would have it. She went to her neighbor's house to see if they could lend her some but they too were out. She decided to walk up the hill to the next few houses to see who had eggs. She passed one house that was empty. As she walked further up the hill she heard a growl from the side. She stopped to look but there was nothing. She kept going but then she stopped at a horrifying sight. Large black creatures with black armor and swords came from the sides of the houses and were now in front of her. She counted them with her eyes and could count twenty nine but there were more out of her reach. She took some steps back. She had seen these creatures in a movie before, but they were just that, a movie. But now she was face to face with a small army of them. She wondered if she was just dreaming or seeing things. She backed up more but then some of the creatures began to approach her. Fear gripped her and she turned to run. But she didn't get far when she felt a rough hand grab her shoulder and pull her back. She turned with a soft scream and tried to free herself. She could see from up close the ugly face of the creature and for a moment she froze with fear. Then she lounged her feet in its midsection with all her strength. The creature howled with pain and loosened his grip but did not let go. She kicked again and was released. But before she could run away, a pounding pain exploded in her left temple and spread across her whole head as a strong fist made contact with her head. She fell to the ground rolling a bit down the hill and for a moment thought that she would black out. She was fighting to bring herself from the darkness that was settling into her. She knew that it would be futile to try to run again. She was weak and they would catch her again. She raised a hand to her head and felt something hot and liquid. She had a thin line of blood coming from the head wound. She fought the urge to scream when she saw that the creatures were now towering over her. She was pulled up by her hair, which was not helping the concussion that was wrecking her head. She opened her eyes to see the ugly creature sneering at her. She was praying that this was all a very bad nightmare or even that she had fallen or been hit on the head and was now hallucinating somewhere in her house. Tears fell down her cheek as the pain increased while she hanged by her hair. Then she heard screeching and was thrown back on the ground. She was able to lift her head enough to see that the creatures that were holding her before were now walking away. She stumbled slowly to her feet trying to keep steady with the dizziness that made her head spin but failed miserably. After a moment to compose herself, she tried again. She began to walk away slowly before she fell on her knees scraping them against the hard concrete and threw up. She was still on her knees when she heard a male voice over the screeching and metal clashing.

"Go, run! Run now!"

Fiona's head shot up to search for the owner of the voice. She saw that most of the creatures were dead, cut down though more were still coming out from the sides. She spotted the owner of the voice but her bewilderment kept her from obeying. He had very long, dark brown hair and was dressed in dark blue and silver grey clothing that reminded her once again from that movie. The man had given her his back as he continued fighting. He had killed most of the creatures, but he did not see that one of the creatures had hid behind the porch of a house and it threw a large rock straight at the man's head, throwing him to the ground unconscious. Fiona was now taken out of her shock and she realized that she needed to run, but she also realized that now the man was at the mercy of those creatures and there was no one to help him. She saw that there were only four creatures left. She knew she would regret this if she even had the chance to do so after this. She jumped to her feet and grabbed the sword of one of the dead creatures and ran to the one closest to her and every step she took she muttered a curse. He raised his sword but before his blow landed she had thrown herself in between its legs and before he could turn to her she cut off one of its legs. When the creature fell on his knee she finished cutting off its head. The other three remaining creatures ran to her. She took her sword and with all her strength she tossed it at the one that was closest hitting it across the chest and killing it.

"Oh God I can't believe that actually worked!"

Now there were only two. She had no advantage except her size. She was much smaller than them and she would try to use that. The two creatures ran up to her and were ready to attack her. She spun to the side out of their sword's reach. She had to dodge several more strikes. She would not stand up but stayed on the floor to make it harder for them to get her. As she avoided another deadly blow she had to jump fast and fell rolling down the hill. Before they could reach her she used the same trick and in the blink of an eye she threw another sword from the floor, striking the creature straight across the head. While the other one got distracted with the sudden attack, Fiona took this last chance to pick up another sword and cut one of the creature's leg and when it was on the floor she finished the job.

She panted hard. She had forgotten about the pain with the adrenaline rush. She turned to see the man on the floor. She got up and ran to him. There was blood that had come out from the wound on his head but the blood flow had stopped. She shook the man's shoulder trying to wake him up.

"Please wake up, wake up."

She saw that he wasn't going to wake up. She looked around. Nobody had come out when the ruckus began. She wondered how the neighbors could have let her there without trying to help at all. She sighed. The pain had returned and her head pounded as if it was being hammered. She looked at the man again and sighed. First she picked up his sword and sheeted it back. Then she took him by the arms and pulled him up to her back. It cost her a lot considering how weak she was and that he was larger than her. Yet surprisingly he was not as heavy as she expected a man his size to be and could still carry him, though almost dragging her feet.

Fiona pulled the man on her back and slowly began to walk back to the house. It was some hundred meters away but it felt like an endless road for Fiona. Her head was pounding and she was angry that no one had at least come to help her now that the creatures were dead. She cursed under her breath. She wondered how this could be happening. She knew those creatures, in the movie they were called orcs but the bigger ones who caught her first were Uruk-hai. She thought of how a person in a car would react when they came up or down the road. They would surely crash when they see the amount of ugly dead bodies bleeding on the floor. A small laugh made her regret her thought as it did nothing more than cause her pain. The finish line to her little walk was the small hill that was for entering her property. Her house had much terrain in front so it was far from the street. Her last steps were heavy and shaky and Fiona thought she would fall under the weight of the man and her pain, but she finally made it to the door. She managed to lay the man on the ground gently to open the door. She left him there for a moment. She entered alone and went to her parent's bedroom where the closet with the towels was. She got one and half opened it and laid it on the couch. She then returned to the man once again carried him on her back. She almost dropped instead of lay him on the couch with his head on the towel to avoid staining it with the remaining of blood on his head. She dropped herself to her knees beside him and laid her head on the edge of the couch. Her head was spinning and her body was screaming to her that it needed to rest to recover from the wound and the fight. But Fiona could not rest yet. The echoes from the mountains brought to her ears something disturbing and frightening.

"Go find her now! Find them both and bring them back alive!"

The voice was rough and dry. She knew it belonged to an orc, and they needed to find her! Panic and fear welled up in her.

"But sir how can we find them? We can't make contact with the other inhabitants."

"Just sniff them out! Go!"

Fiona stood up quickly, forgetting her pain once more. She looked at the unconscious man on her couch. She could not fight again. Her previous victory was mere luck and because she had access to so many blades on the floor. Now she had nothing. She looked at the sword he carried. He had two swords and a knife in his boot. She would have been amused under different circumstances.

Dad's pistol! She thought and scurried to try to find it. He had left it for her in case she ever needed to defend herself. Well this was as good as any time to use it. She ran to her room and got it from the side of her bed where she kept it hidden. She returned to the living room where the man was.

"God this is never going to work. They will still get us before I can shoot them all," she muttered as she looked fearfully out the window.

Then she had an idea. She knew she had to hide their scent and she knew how. First she ran to lock the three doors in the house; one in the living room she was in, one in the back of the kitchen and the main entrance. Then she ran to the living room and picked the man but this time she dragged him by the underarms into her parent's bedroom which was the one farthest away from the front of the house, and laid him on the shower floor. She then realized for the first time that she was bathed in blood from the creatures. This would surely give them away fast. She had no more time. She undressed there in the same bathroom from head to toe. She stood there thinking where to hide the clothes to hide the smell. She looked at the toilet bowl but frowned. She then looked at the toilet's water tank and quickly took off the lid and shoved the clothes in and returned the top. She took her mother's bathrobe and wrapped herself with it. Leaving the gun on the toilet she jumped into the shower with the man and turned on the water. A choked gasp and a round of curses left her throat as the freezing water fell on her body. She had not turned on the water heater and the water was freezing. She had to withhold it and allowed the water to wash every inch of her body. Then she allowed the man get wet as her. She kept the water on for almost half an hour though she was not really aware of the time. She was only shaking from the cold and from the fear of being found out.

oooOooo

"What is she doing?" asked a golden haired man who was watching from the mirror of Aithne.

The father of the man who was also the one in charge there observed Fiona as she dragged his son to the shower and changed her clothes. When she opened the water then it hit him.

"She is hiding their scent," he said softly with a half smile on his lips.

"Smart girl," commented one of the spectators also with a half smile.

All the present watched eagerly to see what would happen next. They prayed for their safety to the Valar.

oooOooo

Fiona didn't know how long she had been there soaking with the freezing water. She was shaking violently from the cold and her head felt as if it was splitting in half. Fiona took some shaking steps outside the shower dripping water all over. She took the gun and silently she walked out the room to look out from the living room window. She couldn't see or hear anything. She returned to the room and went into the closet again. She pulled out three beach towels and three normal towels. She spread the three beach towels one on top of the other on her parent's bed. Then she returned to the bathroom and picked the man by the arms and dragged him to the bed. With much effort she lifted him and laid him on the towels. She then took one towel with her and went into her room. Trembling she undressed and dried herself. She put on a t-shirt and long pj pants to keep warm. She then returned to the man. Sitting down on the edge of the bed, she placed a hand on his cheek and forehead. His skin was very cold. For a moment she thought, and then she began to unbutton his tunic. She removed his wet clothes but left him with his white underwear that looked like tight boxer pants. She was glad they were not mini boxers. She rubbed the towel over his body and pressed the towel over his hips where he had the boxers to absorb as much water as possible. She then took out one of her dad's white t-shirts and his sleeping pants that were dark blue with black and grey lines that made squares. She chose those since the man was thinner than her dad and the pants could be adjusted. Careful not to touch his head where the wound was, she dressed him and covered him with a blanket. There was nothing else she could do now for him and she had not the strength either. Dragging her feet she walked to the kitchen and took out all the knives she could find. Then she returned to the living room, placed the knives under a pillow on the couch and laid herself on the same couch with one hand under the pillow grasping the handle of the biggest knife and another holding the pistol. She looked at the clock on the wall. It was 1: 37 p.m. She closed her eyes and drifted into sleep.