Ok, first off I will make a few things clear. This is a girl ends up in middle earth fic, but I don't think it's a Mary-Sue. Said girl does not fall in love with any male character other than brotherly love. Said girl does not join the fellowship, and does not save middle earth. Said girl does not have any unnatural talents, is not the best athlete to ever live, and is not outrageously gorgeous. She's just your average everyday girl like you and me.

Pre-LOTR. The girl knows nothing about Lord of the Rings, Middle Earth etc. Please read I actually think it is quite good. Thank you and please drop a review!

What We Do With It
Chapter One

"MOM LOOK OUT!" But it was too late already. The family swerved into a hole on the side of the rode but had still hit the man. A girl that looked to be around fourteen, fifteen climbed out of a smashed window.

"Oh my God, he's still standing!" Right as she said that, said man began walking towards the dissembled vehicle. "Mom." No answer came. "Um…mom, are…are you okay?" But the teen already knew the answer. Looking down slowly, she noticed both her mother and younger sister were out cold. "This is not good," the girl muttered to herself. Looking up she noticed the man was right behind her. She was about to ask him for help but…

"That's…a…gun…"

He didn't say anything.

"Hey, look why-" but before anymore could be said the girl was knocked out.

Hours later the girl woke up. She tried to move put something stopped her. She felt something tight around her arms and legs, and when she tried to move it cut into her skin. It felt like…rope! She tried to look down at her feet but all that met her eyes was complete darkness. She tried to scream out, but couldn't! They – whoever they were – had gagged her! The only thoughts that were running through her mind were those of home, family, friends, and never seeing them again.

"Ah good, she's stopped moving," a tall well built man said as he hoisted a large bundle onto the back of a spare horse. "How much do you think we can get for her boss?"

A second man, sitting atop his horse parallel to the first man answered, "I'm not sure Aert, she's too feisty for her own good. The horse lords might pay a sum for her though."

The man dubbed Aert simply nodded as he mounted his horse, placing himself behind the bundle previously lifted on the horse. "To where are we headed, Daam?"

"Where to you think? To Edoras of course!" With that the second man, known as Daam broke into a gentle lope while Aert was struggling to catch up with his boss, carrying what they thought would be the beginning of a business in the slave industry.

Eowyn stood outside the palace, overlooking the slowly dying city. Once upon a time this city was great, prosperous, festivals happening ever so often and never seeming to end. Now, however, darkness crept over the people. Eowyn couldn't stand watching it. One was because she loved Edoras and all of Rohan for that matter. The second was because the people looker up to her for comfort and guidance. She hated this the most, because it kept her from riding out upon the fields and showing her true free spirit; if she did that, the people would feel even more depressed and forsaken. At least, that's what Eomer said.

"What lies in your mind dear sister?"

"You know what I think of out here on the terrace. Why is this happening? I don't understand. Why hasn't Theodred returned? He's been gone for weeks! Ever since Grima started leaking words of poison into uncle's ears, he's abandoned his city!"

"You know that is not true Eowyn, do not speak of such things. He is simply protecting our lands. Soon I too must ride out again."

"And leave be behind."

"Eowyn, I have no choice, this you know."

"I know," Eowyn lowered her head and took a deep breath, as if holding back a sob, "and I am sorry brother. I just feel so crowded here, yet at the dame time separated from everyone else."

"I know how you feel. Come let us talk of lighter things. Tonight we celebrate the coming of age of many young men here in out beloved city. I think tonight will be good for us all."

Just as she was turning to follow her brother into the halls, Eowyn noticed to figures moving towards the city gates. She stopped and looked at them closer. Two disheveled men were riding atop un-kept horses. There was a bundle on one of the steeds as well. "Eomer, your sight is better than mine; can you tell me what these men carry on their horses?"

Eomer who had just been entering the palace, came back out next to his younger sister. Straining his eyes to see he said, "'Tis hard to say, but it looks fairly heavy judging by the horse's unsteady speed. The shape is too awkward to make any presumptions. I wonder what business they have here."

"Finally, I think this girl has started to struggle again."

"Let her struggle then, I makes no difference for us."

The pair rode up to the palace steps, and Daam instructed Aert to remain with the horses as he spoke to the King of these lands. There were only a few people in the main hall, four to be precise. Eowyn and Eomer were sitting across from each other, enjoying a simple mid-day meal. King Théoden sat on his throne, in a kind of drunken, dreamless state. Grima Wormtongue was not far away.

The doors bust open, and Eowyn looked up to see a man, clad in dark muddy riding attire and a black cloak, striding across the room. He had an ill look on his face, as if he'd tasted a bad batch of wine. His pale blue eyes glinted with mischief. Unconsciously Eowyn moved to the seat next to Eomer.

"How can we help you good sir," Grima welcomed the stranger as if he had been expecting him.

"I am here to help cleanse your lands, for I feel as if they are partly mine as well, seeing how I roam them freely without a care. On one such escapade, I stumbled across this peculiar girl, causing chaos in a small village. Ruthless she was, destroying everything and everyone in site. The villagers didn't know what to do; they feared she was a servant of a dark lord. So I bring her here to you, for you to decide what is to be done with her."

"I suppose you aren't just going to give her over without anything for yourself," Eomer had now taken control of the conversation.

"Only a small sum do I ask in return."

"I'm sorry but I can't believe your story. A girl you say single handedly terrorized a village, filled with well, able men. But come, lets see this girl," Eomer seemed mildly amused by the whole situation. Eowyn, however, was horrified. Trapping a most likely, innocent soul for their own benefit. The shield maiden couldn't bear the thought.

Soon enough, another man appeared with the first. Both were pulling a young girl, no more than fourteen, who obviously was trying her hardest to fight back. She couldn't scream out seeing how she was still being gagged. Eowyn also made a mental not of the obvious scratches and bruises on her body. She felt her brother tense, and figured he must have noticed her condition as well.

"You cannot be serious! The girl is fighting back tears and you claim she has been terrorizing a village!" Eomer kept his voice calm, but Eowyn had lived with him long enough to know he was furious. He reached into his purse strapped around his waste and threw the captors some gold pieces. "Take it and leave before my patience runs out!"

Daam and Aert greedily took the gold and let the girl fall to the ground. "They don't believe your story Daam."

"That matters not Aert. The mere fact that they'll pay to take her off our hands is enough. Our boss will be pleased." Fortunately this side conversation wasn't heard by the residents of Edoras as the captors strode out of the room and departed from the city. Once the door was closed Eowyn rushed to the figure sprawled on the ground. Quickly she untied the cloth placed in the child's mouth. Coughing and gasping for breath, the girl muttered, "The…ropes…" But Eomer was already cutting loose the bonds as she spoke. When he looked up into her face, he almost cried out in sympathy for the girl. She was crying though she was trying her hardest not too.

"Thank you." That was all she could manage to whisper out.

"Well this wont do at all. Come, we'll see to it that you are properly cared for and fed. But as I can see no serious injuries, we'll first see that you are rested." Eowyn helped the girl to her feet. It was the first time she noticed the young girl's apparel. She was wearing pants, an odd dark bluish material that clung to the upper parts of her leg yet flared out at the knees. Her top was a very informal light blue blouse, with short sleeves, no collar just a hole for her head to go through, and just short enough to reveal her midriff slightly. As Eowyn left the hall, she felt the ever judging eyes of Grima bearing into her back.

Once they were out of the hall, Eowyn felt more inclined to talk to the girl, who seemed to have calmed down considerably, though still shaken. "What's your name pray tell?"

"Crysta, but all my friends call me Chris."

"You are referred to by a man's name?"

"Um, yea but it's not really a big deal."

"Is this common where you come from?"

"Um, yea pretty much."

"Well you'll have to allow me to visit your home someday, Crysta."

"I….I can't. I…I don't know….don't know how to get home." Eowyn looked up in shock. Of course! Why hadn't she seen it before! This girl must have traveled a long distance. The accent, manner of dress, even the name was all clues enough.

Looking in at Crysta, she put an arm around her shoulder and let the girl cry. Eowyn knew what it felt like to be the one out of place. Not only that but this girl had been forced out of her home. She made a promise to herself to make Crysta as comfortable as possible.

TBC……………….

Well?? What do you think? I tried to make the transition from modern time to Middle Earth as smooth as possible. More about Crysta's trials of living in Edoras to come if people like. Review if you're a nice person! which I hope all of you are