Hello everyone who was kind enough or interested enough to click the link! While this is technically a crossover, it focuses more on Lord of the Rings than the Bourne Legacy. I do not own anything that is recognizable here. What did come from me was Fiona Cross. Constructive criticism is always welcomed. I hope you enjoy reading!

The forest was quiet, seemingly everything asleep. The moon was high in the sky, the light streaming through the canopy overhead and illuminating the forest floor. It should have been a calming scene. Unfortunately though, I wasn't able to enjoy it. Dad had me out on a training exercise.

Kneeling down, I pulled out my compass and map. Placing the marker between my teeth, I glanced around for a moment before turning my attention back to the map. Judging by where I was and where the way-point that Dad had left for me, I had another three miles to go. Smiling, I marked where I was and how long it had taken me to get there. Placing everything back into my jacket and adjusting the weight of my pack, I pushed myself back to my feet and began to move along. The moon was the only thing guiding me. I was under a lot of pressure to get this done under the time limit.

I wanted to impress Dad and get this done right. I was competitive, something else that I had inherited from him.

A cracking of a stick behind me gave me pause. I tensed and waited to see if it repeated. It was quite possible that it was just an animal. I couldn't really risk it though, Dad still had people after him and he always cautioned me to be fully aware. The sound reached my ears again and it had me taking off in a run.
The air was cool against my face as I rushed through the trees. My decision to run proved to be the right one as the sound turned into that of about four people chasing after me. I gave a moment to allow my father to pass through my mind, hoping that he was alright. We hadn't been hit like this in awhile. A shot rang out in the air.

Things had escalated quickly if they were already firing at me. Looks like they were skipping over the whole capture and bring in alive mission. I needed to try and throw them off my trail so I could figure out how I was going to handle them. I wanted to avoid the confrontation if at all possible.

That plan went out the window though as I came skidding to a stop. In front of me was a ledge. Mentally cursing, I gazed over the edge. It was a good way down, enough that the fall was going to end up hurting, water or not. The footsteps were closing in on me. I had no choice, I had to jump. Taking a deep breath, I launched myself over the edge.

Groaning, I opened my eyes. Every inch of my body ached.

"Well at least I survived that." I brought my hands up and rubbed my eyes, trying to make my body work for me.

"She is awake!" I frowned, not recognizing the voice. Immediately I tensed, trying to work out who was around me and how I could get out of the situation. My knife was not accessible at the moment and my rifle was packed away. Though that would not have been helpful since it seemed that we were in close corridors. I was still outside, but the area looked extremely different from where I had been last night. I felt unease and pulled myself into a crouch position.

"Where the hell am I?" If they wanted me dead, I would already be so. I could be used as bait to lure in my father. That thought did not sit well with me.

A group of men slowly appeared. The first to emerge from beyond the brush was an older man. His face showed years of travel, the skin weathered and worn. He was definitely not someone that any agency would still have in the field. His eyes were heavy with knowledge and a sense of duty, something that I had seen before in more men than I cared to count. He was garbed in grey, with a pointed hat sitting atop of his head. In his hand was a rather gnarled looking wooden staff. My eyes moved over to the next three men

One was clothed in green and seemed quite fair. He had long blond hair, pulled back away from his face and shoulders. He carried a bow and a quiver full of arrows. He walked as if he was on air and carried a grace that even made me a bit jealous. He looked like he could have been young, older than me though, but something about his eyes told me differently.

The other two men looked quite regular, well at least in physical appearance. Both carried swords around their waists. One had sandy blonde hair that was slightly shaggy and reached his ears while the other had dark hair, a color that bordered on black. Each had a regal air about them, something that I had felt around many politicians. The shorter of the two, the one with the sandy blonde hair had a neatly trimmed beard while the other had scruff that looked similar to my fathers when he had been out in the woods for awhile. He wore what looked to be a tunic that was close to maroon in color and carried a large shield on his back. His eyes were troubled and his mind clouded. The other man was dressed down in much simpler black clothing. He was a giant though, standing a good seven foot if I was any judge of height. His eyes told me that he carried an unwanted weight. But, there also lay a certain knowledge, understanding, and forlornness to him. Having met some of the other left overs from the project my father had been a part of, I had learn to read these thing well.

Then, there were five other, smaller men. The tallest was the oldest looking. He was a very gruff looking man, with a long beard and a head covered by a helmet that looked more than battle worn. He carried an axe with him and several more were strapped to various places around his body. His hair was a brownish read color. He was a warrior, that much was obvious by the feeling of the air that surrounded him. He had seen his fair share of battles.

At first glance, I thought that the other four men had been children. Upon further inspection though, I realized that they were not. Two had sandy blonde hair, one of them a bit chubbier than the other. The third happened to be the smallest and had darker blond hair. The fourth stood out from the group. He had dark brown hair with startling blue eyes. Each looed uneasy and unsure of what the situation would bring. It seemed they didn't have much experience out of what I was guessing was a nice, safe guarded community. I studied the nine men in front of me, as my brain began to click. I didn't want to acknowledge what I was seeing. I was either dead or under some sort of hallucinogen. I remained in a position that would allow me to either attack or run if need be. They all watched me cautiously, trying to figure out what to do with me.

"Who are you?" I looked back to the old man, knowing who he was. I may have been the daughter of a man who had been genetically altered by the government for a soldier program who had been on the run most of her life but I enjoyed reading. And I was a nerd at heart. As I studied the men more, I realized that each of them looked like the actors that had portrayed them in the movies. I straightened out slowly, my body protesting. Several things cracked and popped, causing me to sharply intake some air. My ribs were definitely bruised, there was no doubting that. I was lucky that nothing had broken.

"Fiona Cross." I stuck out my hand for a shake. Not one of them took it. I retracted my hand and started at the group. I needed confirmation that they were the people that I thought they were. "And you all are?" The old man turned to the other three.

"Go back to camp. I shall be there shortly." They looked at him, hesitating. They clearly did not want to leave but listened to him and turned on their heels. I rubbed a hand over my eyes, willing myself to try and understand everything that was going on. Dad prepared me but there was no way that he could have ever even begun to prepare me for something like that. I wasn't completely convinced that I wasn't drugged.

"You are Gandalf the Grey and I am in Middle Earth aren't I?" He was observing me carefully, as I had just been doing with the company.

"How did you come to be here?" Right, that whole language thing. That was going to drive me up a wall quickly.

"I don't know. I was out in the woods, taking part in a training exercise set up by my father. I only have another few miles to go before reaching the way point. It was a pretty simple excursion this time. But…" I closed my eyes for a moment, thinking back onto when things went wrong. "Someone had picked up on my trail, well more like a small group of people. I couldn't risk getting caught, being used a bait to lure my father in." I shook my head.

"I took off. They chased me through the forest before I came to the ledge of a cliff. There was a river below. It was either take the leap or get caught so I jumped. That was the last thing that I remember before waking up." He nodded slowly, a small smile creeping across his face.

"I was wondering if you were ever going to show up." I looked at him quizzically, feeling an eyebrow raise. I knew that I would never get a straight answer out of the man, that was not how he worked. He chuckled at my expression.

"You knew about this?"

"Well, I had a certain knowledge. I had been told that you were coming though I knew not when you would arrive. Nor do I fully know your purpose here." I nodded, surprised I had gotten as much out of him as I did. Though I knew that he wasn't telling me everything that he knew. "Come now, we must get back to the fellowship and continue onward." He turned round swiftly, leaving me staring at his fading figure. If I thought my life was interesting and adventurous before, this was going to have nothing on it. Shaking my head with a sigh, I brushed myself off and followed after him. My knife was accessible, which made me feel a bit more comfortable. I had my rifle but I didn't know how to use a sword. I decent with a bow and arrow. I would need to learn to defend myself in a manner that was more appropriate to this world.