Disclaimer: I don't own LOTR. and i higly doubt i ever will unless of course, by some miracle, JRRT rises from the dead and personally gives it's ownership to me. and since that is as likely to happen as it is for pigs to fly, let's just get on with the story.

Chapter 1: A big surprise...

Samantha Richards sat in front of the computer, her best friend Natasha Sanders sitting beside her. She was really beginning to get annoyed at Tasha's constant rants about how simply "to die for" Faramir was.

"Honestly, if I hear you say "Faramir is hot" one more time I'm gonna jump off the roof!" she said in exasperation.

"Oh, shut up Sam!" Tasha told her friend. "You're just as big of a fan as I am! Besides, I'm not the one who memorized all three films and movies."

"It's not my fault I was born with a photographic memory, you jackass." she said her eyes on the computer screen.

"Oh come on Sammie!" Tasha crooned. "You know you love Legolas."

"Oh hush up, you marshmallow!" she retorted with a smile. She and Tasha were always fighting, or to put it in more accurate terms, bantering. Tasha and Sam were as different as night and day. Tasha was the extrovert of the two. She preffered things like cheerleading, guys, bright colors and parties, which suited her blonde hair and trim body. Sam on the other handwas the introvert. Preffering to stay at home and reading books, than going out. She was the more sensible of the two. Blessed with a photographic memory, she could do almost anything. a top student and a lover of Black and other dark colors. And her attitude suited her raven hair and pale skin perfectly.

"Mmmm.. Marshmallow.." Tasha said dreamily. Sam laughed and threw a pillow at her friend.

As she was skimming the web page she was on the monitor suddenly turned off and the printer started vibrating, clearly printing something.

"What the fuck!" she screeched sitting up. Sam picked up her bag from the foot of the computer table and threw it onto the bed. Tasha had stood up and was now clutching Sam's arm.

"What happened?" she asked in a nervous whisper.

"Tash, I'd like my arm to live please." she answered breatheing as she loosened her grip.

"It's printing something."Tasha said.

"No shit." she answered reaching over and picking up the papers. "Looks like we have to assemble this."

She walked over to her bed and sat down. Reaching over to her bag she brought out a roll of scotch tape.

"Sam if you don't mind my asking, why do you have like, a ton of clothes and stuff in here?" Tasha asked her friend as she rummaged through her stuff.

"Sleeping over at my Mom's house." she answered vaguely.

"Oh." Tasha said falling silent. Sam's parents had separated a year ago so she was now living with her dad. But she still had to visit her mom from time to time.

"I got it!" Sam exclaimed.

"What?"

"It's a map!" she explained exuberantly.

"A map?" she asked quizzically.

"Yep. Of Middle Earth." answered Sam quickly taping up the pieces.

"Woah," Tasha breathed as she saw it. It was a complete map of Middle Earth. She watched Sam trace a finger lightly on the trail the fellowship had taken on it's journey. Sam's hand rested on the spot before Caradhras.

"Shit." Sam whispered loudly.

"What?"Tasha asked.

"My bleeding finger is stuck!" she answered. Tasha's eyes grew wide. "Give me the bag!" she screeched at her friend. It was handed to her just as her finger started slipping down into the paper map. Sam screamed as she sank through, seeing this, Tasha grabbed her friend's ankle. But she might as well have jumped in as well, for all the good it did. And she was pulled in as well. The map disappearing from her bed and falling after them.

Sam screamed loudly as she fell, her surroundings spinning. She heard a familiar screaming somewhere near her.

"Tasha!" she managed to scream out.

"Sam! What's happening!" came her friends scream.

"HELP!" screamed Sam desperately to the people on the ground below them. Bracing herself for the impact of the ground rushing up to meet them, she closed her eyes.

A pair of strong arms caught both girls as they fell from the sky, eyes closed.

"Oh my god, am I dead?" she asked aloud, trembling and not opening her eyes.

"I should say not my lady." answered a voice. "Though you almost killed me with your bag."

"Where's Tasha?" she asked still not opening her eyes.

"If you are reffering to your companion, she is fine. Aragorn is attending to her as we speak." he answered. He still had not set her down.

She gasped. "Aragorn?" she asked skeptically. " Do you mean to say I'm in Middle Earth?"

"Why yes, you are, fair maiden." he answered.

"I don't believe you." she retorted. "And I won't. Not unless I hear Gandalf."

"As you wish." he siad with an amused note to his voice. Boy, whoever this guy is he sure is annoying. "Mithrandir." he called.

"Put her down lad, put her down." came Gandalf's wizened voice.

"Now do you believe me?" he asked smugly.

"You're damn annoying!You know that?" she retorted her eyes still closed. "Who are you anyway?"

"If you would open your eyes fair lady, you would see who I am." he said.

Sam gave an impatient huff and slowly opened her emerald green eyes. She gasped as she saw who the person carrying her was. Amusement was evident in the azure orbs looking down on her. It was Legolas Greenleaf, and Samantha Richards was in Middle Earth...

okay, so how was it? i know this is a pretty common theme, dropping into middle earth. i liked the idea so i did it. waddya think? oh and i know that i should be posting another chappie for "Different from the rest" w/c i will. soon...

shadOw08... c",)