A/N: Hiya, LOTR fans! This is obviously my first LOTR fic. But I've written four others in the 'X-Men: the Movie' section. Don't get me wrong, as much as I love X-Men, I'm an even more LOTR freak, and that's sayin' a lot. I was just scared to post a LOTR fic because my imagination is crazier here than on X-Men. But I finally decided, 'Hey, why not?' so I posted this one. I really hope at least some 'o ya'lls like this one as much I as like bringin' 'em to ya'll. So, enjoy!

Summery: While horse-racing through the woods of Rivendell, Elladan, Elrohir, young Aragorn and Legolas encounter a pleasant—and unusual—surprise. Don't worry, no OC pairing…unless ya'll want it, lol!

Note: Aragorn knows who he is, but nothing war-like has happened yet.

Disclaimer: I may be a fan of Tolkien, but that doesn't make me the genius himself.

"Hurry up, Estel," Elladan called to his younger foster brother who was in last place in a race. "I know you can do better!"

"We know you can, too, Elladan!" his twin called from a heel in front of Legolas. "Stop dawdling with Estel and try to win this time."

"I wouldn't get his hopes up, Elrohir," Legolas joined while pushing his horse to get ahead. "For I am going to win this one!"

"Not this time!" Aragorn pushed passed Elladan and soon Elrohir. "You may be a master a archery and knife-work," he said as he got alongside the Mirkwood Prince. "But racing is one thing you'll never repeatedly beat me at."

"We'll see!"

Deep in the Woods

Running, running, running constantly. Did the woods never come to an end? It seemed to a certain she-elf that she would be pursued forever. A battalion of over a hundred Orcs chased, not stopping. Her arrows were spent, her knives missing, her sword shattered, she could only run. Even her blue-and-silver warrior's tunic was worn to a frazzle. Dirty, torn. She had almost no hope of surviving this time. Her luck was running out.

Aragorn and the Elves

"You'll never make that Jump, Estel!" Elrohir called as he gained on him and Legolas.

"Neither shall you, for that is not the direction we are going."

"Almost tricked him," Elrohir muttered.

"Watch out for that sharp turn, now!" Elladan cried. "it's sure to--"

Suddenly, the front horses neighed loudly and hooved the air. Aragorn was knocked off, but Legolas and Elrohir—no duh—managed to stay on. Looking passed the three, Elladan saw a fallen figure in front of them. Dark hair, crystal green eyes, pale face, bloody skin, frightened expression. A fleeing She-Elf. Wait. Coming from the deep parts of the wood? From their perspective, it didn't make sense. They'd never seen her before. What was she doing in Rivendell?

They didn't have time to ask, for rumbling of many feet drew closer and closer. The she-elf jumped up and into a tree, disappearing from sight. The dismaying sight of orcs came into view. Ohh! That's what she was running from! The twins and Aragorn drew their swords while Legolas bent his bow. When they were near enough, the four attacked.

They felled many until unexpectedly, a deep voice said "Enough! Quit fighting or I'll have my archers puncture the lot 'o ya in two seconds!" amazingly, they stopped. "We don't have no business wit you all! Our is with the Jeanuetta scum! We're not gonna waste our time wit ya! Now git outta our way!" and just like that, the orc party was gone. That was weird! That's never happened before. Orcs would kill until there was nothing left! What was going on?

Soon enough, while the four were exchanging confused looks, the mysterious elf climbed down from her hiding place. They stared in awe. Despite her worn appearance, she sure was beautiful. However, she seemed terrified of them, in spite of their aid to her. She looked as if she would bolt away and run any second. Elrohir was the first to find his voice. "Are you alright, mellon-nin?" she merely backed away until she hit the trunk of her tree still gasping with fear.

Aragorn approached cautiously as not to scare her more, "We don't want to harm you."

"We can take you to get your wounds treated," Elladan said.

"You'll be safe there in Rivendell," Legolas added.

The she-elf looked once at the Prince and then bolted into the trees. The others stared at her speed until Elrohir half-quipped, "Well, that's the way it is: we lose some, and we lose some."

"Come along," his twin said. "Our fun is over. We must be heading back." Elrohir, Elladan, and Aragorn mounted their steeds and lead them back to Imladris. Legolas moved to pick up a fallen knife, but a smaller and lovely hand grabbed it first and handed it to him. It was the Elf. After a gaze in wonder, Legolas nodded in thanks, "Thank you."

Locking her crystal green eyes onto his sea blue onse and said in a deep, ancient, and songlike voice, "Rivendell…would be nice."

Smiling in satisfaction, Legolas asked, "What is your name?"

"I am called…Jeanuetta."

A/N: Good? Bad? Tell me! I'd love to know. Sorry, I'm a little stubborn, so I won't update until I get at least one review. So, pleez tell me how you like it. Encouragement keeps me going!