Disclaimer: Lord of the Rings and all its characters mentioned in this fanfiction is the property of J.R.R. Tolkien and his son, Christopher Tolkien. I am not making any money off of this story. This story is purely for funsies.

A/N: Hey everyone! I'm back after so many years of absence! A lot and I do mean a lot has happened since the last time I posted on . Life loves to throw surprises at me that forces me to drop all my creative endeavors and deal with the current problem or problems (pural) at hand. I'm back in school now and I'm working a part-time job on top of that, so yeah, I'm been a busy beaver. Anyway, this story is sort of post as I write type of thing, so yeah, I'll churn out the chapters as I write them instead of me waiting to get up to a certain number of chapters and then posting them once a week like I use to. I sincerely hope you all enjoy them and let me know what you think by either hitting that favorite/follow button or with a review. As always, constructive criticism is welcomed!

Chapter One

Something wasn't right. I don't know how I could tell, but whatever it was woke me out of a dead sleep. I gasped, sitting up in bed. Sweat dripped down the side of my face and rolled down my back in tiny rivers, making my night shirt cling to my body. Why it was so suffocating hot?

Wide eyed and confused, I took in my surroundings. Either Victor renovated his bedroom while I was sleeping - which I couldn't see him doing - or someone, somehow, managed to sneak into the manor, successfully evade detection, and kidnapped my sleeping ass without waking me up.

A dull throbbing pulsed beneath my skull, and my entire body tingled. I must have been drugged at one point. I grimaced and rubbed my face, wiping the sweat out of my eyes. Fuck, who keeps their room at the temperature of a sauna?

I peered around at my new surroundings. Somebody liked spikes and skulls. The bed I sat on was twice the size of the one I slept on while staying with Victor. Victor could pass for a freaking basketball player, standing at seven-foot even. The headboard behind the mountain of black and dark grey pillows was a terrifying piece of art made of black iron barbs, skulls, and spikes reaching towards the twenty-foot ceiling. Eerie glowing cracks that resembled molten lava zig-zagged along the walls and danced across the black and light grey swirled marble flooring.

A gothic window was position across the room looking towards a black sky. Thunder rumbled in the distance. I crawled off the bed and onto the floor. The souls of my heels tingled from the heat emitting from the titles as I crossed the room and over to the window.

I was greeted with a view of a desolate landscape. Dark mountains rose up towards the sky, outlined by a sliver of red as a violent rumble shook the terrain. Rock and lava spewed from the peak of a volcanic to the west. Considering how far I could see I had to venture a guess and say I was pretty far up. I guessed around a good thirty stories or so.

The hairs on the back of my neck stood up in the air, fear settling in the pit of my stomach. My throated tightened. Mordor. I was in freaking Mordor. Of all the places to be whisked away to, it had to be Mordor, but why anybody want to kidnap me in the first place?

My relationship with Victor wasn't public. Claudia and her people knew we were seeing each other, but other that, nobody else was supposed to know. I hadn't even told my own mother yet.

I noticed a desk in the far corner of the room and padded over to it. I frowned upon realizing it was a good inch or two taller than me. Seriously? My 5'6" frame was considered average for a woman my age, but here I felt shorter than short. I climbed into the ridiculously tall chair and examined the contents of the desk. Neatly arranged books sat off to one corner of the desk, while an ink well and feathered quill sat on the other. Obviously, somebody had a nostalgia for calligraphy.

I picked up a random scroll from a pile of three stationed off to the right of me and unrolled it. "Huh."

Black speech, something I was not fluent in, was meticulously written across the parchment. I thought Black speech was dead. I mean, I had seen it before in the old leather-bound books Victor kept in his library, but I didn't realize anybody still used it.

I stiffened. My senses went on high alert. Somebody crept up behind me. Extremely warm iron claws wrapped around the back of my neck. I swallowed, every muscle tensing. A low whispery voice spoke in Black Speech, the language resembling hissing serpents that curled along my skin.

"Um?" I had no idea what the person was asking of me. I was pulled out of the chair forcefully and found myself having to look up and up. A being taller even than Victor glared down at me. White scars cris-crossed an angry dark grey face with fiery orange-yellow eyes. Startling red hair was pulled up into a secure bun on top of the being's head, the color resembling embers in a fire. Black polished armor adorned the being's body with spikes decorating the shoulder pads and the elbows and knees of the armor.

He did not look impressed. "Tell me, daughter of man, how were you able to sneak into my chambers unnoticed?"

Why the hell was he acting like I was some sort of intruder? Power emitted the being in waves. Dark, dangerous, barely contained, ready to lash out should my answers not suffice.

The hand clasping the back of my hand suddenly became unbearably warm. I squirmed and tried to pry his talons away.

"Answer."

The back of my neck started to burn. I hissed as I tried to pry his hand away. I did not need second degree burns on the back of my neck! "Fucking ow! Stop!"

He applied more pressure.

The temperature of his hand rose to an intolerable level. It felt like he was trying to melt the flesh off of my bones!

There came a flash of light and flames that erupted in front of both of our faces, filling the room. I found myself being hurled back and hit the floor with a grunt. The back of my head collided with the marble floor, sending stars shooting through my vision.

The subtle pounding in my head from when I first woke up multiplied into a throbbing pulse. I opened and closed my eyes, the room titling this way and that. I groaned. Where did that light come from? What just happened?

Silence encompassed the room as I struggled to see. A dark shadow moved into view. I got the sense I was being glared at through the confusion of my brain struggling to catch up with what just happened.

The cold hard floor of a dungeon cell met my face as I was tossed inside. Not exactly what the doctor ordered for a concussion. I think I had a concussion. I don't know. My brain felt all fuzzy and there were still white spots in my vision. I groaned as the door slammed shut behind me.

The sound of Black speech echoed through the darkness as the orcs two who brought me here sauntered off, leaving me to deal with whatever happened back in their master's bedroom.

I had so many more questions than answers and one hell of a fucking concussion on top of that. Fuck my life.