Hello everyone and welcome to my very first Lord of the Rings fan fiction! I am a huge fan of the genre and after much deliberation, have decided to add my writing to the mix. This story will be a Haldir/OC romance with elements of humor and adventure.

I am posting the beginning few chapters to establish the story and will upload more as I write them. Hopefully this will be on a weekly schedule but sometimes life gets in the way!

Now, for a couple disclaimers:

I own nothing you recognize. JRR Tolkien is a genius and I am merely a fan of his work. I make no profit from this writing.

I am by no means an expert on LOTR/Middle Earth. Any mistakes or inconsistencies are entirely my fault and may very well be deliberate. I write to have fun and while I want to put out a good story, I am not nitpicky about the details. Please don't hold it against me!

Thank you and please read on!

-ChoupetteLagerfeld

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Kerrianne Jacobson had never believed her visions would amount to much until now. Until she was standing in the middle of a strange forest with no idea how she'd gotten there did she think that perhaps her grandmother was right. Maybe there was something to the visions. Maybe there was something to the stories her nana had told her since childhood. Maybe the strange happenings that seemed to dog her every step were warning signs that Kerrianne should have heeded.

It was too late now. Kerrianne looked around her nervously; this forest was nothing like the tame woods of her tiny hometown. It was eerily quiet and the trees around her seemed to exhale and sigh as if they were conscious. She knew it was impossible, but Kerrianne found herself edging away from the nearest tree in case it somehow decided to pounce on her.

"Pfft, pouncing trees," Kerrianne snorted quietly as she brushed her hair back from her face and took a few tentative steps forward. The only way to find out where she was and how she could get back home was to find a trail of some kind…

Kerrianne walked for what felt like hours. The woods slowly grew thicker and she noticed that the forest was not as quiet as she had previously assumed. She began to notice small noises and creaks in the trees. She couldn't shake the idea that the forest had an air of awareness, as if it knew she was out of place and was watching her. She shivered as a small breeze wafted through the trees and cooled her bare arms. She definitely was not dressed to be traipsing around in the damn wilderness. She was hoping that she'd soon come to the edge of the wood, though, since it seemed like she'd been going steadily downhill for a while now.

Just as she stepped into a shaft of sunlight beaming down from the sky above, Kerrianne heard a male voice. It was a deep baritone and a shiver ran down her spine at the sound. She stopped in her tracks and swung her head from side to side, trying to find the speaker. She saw no one.

Suddenly a figure dropped down immediately in front of her and straightened up to an imposing height. Kerrianne stumbled back and flung her arms out in a feeble defensive gesture.

"Fuck, dude! You nearly scared the shit out of me!" Kerrianne blurted as her eyes drank in the sight of the man before her. Despite his impossibly long blonde hair, he was surely a man. His broad shoulders and strong stance cut a masculine shape she could not ignore. It was then that she noticed he was holding a bow strung with an arrow, aimed right at her.

"Whoa, man! No need for that. I'm sorry if I'm trespassing but I'm lost," Kerrianne plead, hoping he'd at least lower the weapon. No dice, his eyes narrowed at her and his aim never faltered.

"What business have you in Lothlorien?" He questioned, his voice sounding like a melody to her ears. His speech was lightly accented, though Kerrianne couldn't place the accent at all.

"Loth—Lothlorien?" Kerrianne sputtered. She'd never heard of such a place.

"The wood of the Lady of Light," The man before her replied, his eyes scrutinizing every inch of her. Kerrianne suddenly wished she'd worn longer shorts. He looked like he'd never seen cut-offs before.

"Eyes up here, dude," Kerrianne motioned towards her face, smirking as he seemed affronted by her accusation. His back straightened and he took a step closer to her.

"I repeat, what business have you here, mortal?" The man was clearly losing patience with her.

"Mortal? What the fuck is that supposed to mean?" Kerrianne scoffed, her hands on her hips. He took another menacing step towards her. "Okay! Okay, I'll level with you. I have no effing clue where I am. One minute I was home, about to have a serious Netflix binge and the next I'm in this Godforsaken forest!" Kerrianne said hotly.

"You do not recall coming here?" He asked, lowering his arms so the arrow pointed at their feet. Kerrianne exhaled. It was a start.

"Well, obviously I've walked for a while. But I don't know how I ended up in the forest to start with," She answered with a shrug, allowing herself to study him like he'd studied her a moment earlier. He was indeed tall, well over six feet, and broad. There were braids in his hair, and while Kerrianne had never been a fan of long hair on men, she had to admit that he rocked the style. His blue eyes warily watched her as she took in he rest of him. He was dressed in strange clothing: a pair of leggings and a tunic layered under a cloak of sorts. She noted the weapons strapped at his waist and back. She didn't know what to make of him except that he was obviously in impeccable shape and made Kerrianne painfully aware of her padded hips and thick legs on display in her tiny shorts. She definitely hadn't planned on meeting anyone like him when she'd dressed that morning.

"You will come with me," He stated after a moment of silence. Kerrianne's eyes darted up from where they'd been lingering on his broad chest to rest on his face. He had a strong jaw and straight nose. His lips were full but currently twisted in a slight frown.

"I don't think so, pal! I don't even know you!" Kerrianne took a step backwards. She didn't care that he looked like a model, no way was she following him through the forest.

"You will come with me," He stated again, raising his arms once more to aim the notched arrow at her chest. "You will go before the Lady Galadriel. She will have answers as to why you wander the wood alone," His eyes swept over her once more, a look of suspicion on his beautiful face.

"Um, as much as I'd love to meet your wife, I really should get going. I just want to find my way home," Kerrianne plead, hoping he'd see reason. As much as he was possibly the best looking man she'd ever seen, Kerrianne had to question whether she should really go anywhere with a guy who looked like he was dressed for the Renaissance Faire.

"Lady Galadriel is not my wife!" He said, aghast. "She is the lady of my people!" His eyes blazed.

"Your people?" Kerrianne questioned, feeling a knot of dread settle in her gut. Who the hell was this guy?

"The elves of Lothlorien!" He stated hotly, as if she were an idiot. It was at that moment that Kerrianne noticed a small detail she'd overlooked in her previous perusal: the pointed tips of his ears.

"Elves!" Kerrianne exclaimed weakly as her knees buckled beneath her and she saw no more.