I actually took this fic down a few months ago because I lost interest, but I've decided to give it another go. It gives me something to think about during spanish class...

I opened my eyes slowly, waiting for the pounding headache to greet me, but to my delight, none came.

Hmm, I musn't have drunk as much as I thought last night... though I do remember getting up on a table to dance with my bestfriend's boyfriend at one stage in the night... Oh God, she is going to kill me! There was, shall I say, some inapropriate groping, on my part... In my defence, Jack is seriously hot - I couldn't help myself!

I sat up in bed and reached for my phone on my bedside table only to find my hand fall through air. 'What the?' I mumbled, rubbing my sleep deprived eyes. When I finally cleared my vision enough to see properly I nearly crapped myself.

'Holy shit! Okay... this is not my room,' I said to myself. I was sitting on a beautifully carved king-size bed situated in what can only be described as the most beautiful bedroom I have ever seen in my whole 24 years of life. The room was very open and airy with lovely big windows which let in the morning light, and the walls were a gorgeous pale lilac colour which made the room seem even lighter. The furniture was very similar to the style of the bed and let me tell you, this was no cheap stuff from Ikea! On the other side of the room were two flung open glass-pannelled doors which led out on to a balcony.

Oh my God, were am I? Okay... so maybe I didn't come home last night then? I mean, it has happened before...

I turned to my side and looked down at the bed, expecting to see a naked man sprawled out beside me. Nope. No one there. Maybe he went for breakfast? Or... maybe I've been kidnapped? Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Okay, calm down, Chloe. I don't think a kidnapper would have left you unbound in what I can only assume is the bedroom of a princess! Maybe I went off with an insanely rich guy last night, we went back to his parent's mansion (or his mansion) and he, being the perfect gentleman, decided not to take advantage of me and let me stay in his little sister's (or daughter's) bedroom as she just happened to be at her insanely rich friend's house for a sleepover?

Get real, Chloe.

I swung out my long, slim legs from under the covers... Wait a second! Long, slim legs? That can't be right! Since when have I had long, slim legs? What the hell happened to my short, curvy ones, which after seven years of complaining, I had finally came to accept?

I stretched the beautiful pale things out before me and just stared. They seemed so alien compared to my stubbs covered in badly applied fake tan (a result of a not-so-brilliant idea of Becky's that I will not be trying again anytime soon).

Maybe Becky slipped something into my drink (again) - I swear that girl has it in for me! Though after the way I acted with her boyfriend last night, who can blame her?

But all of this seemed far too real to, well, not be real... I spotted a large vanity table in the corner of the room and made for it, well, attempted to make for it. You see, with great legs comes great responsibilty. It seems I am not used to walking around on poles... I landed on in a heap on the floor, my long limbs sprawled all over the place. Just great. I gathered myself up and made it to the table, getting used to my new increased height along the way. I pulled out the matching stool and sat.

Holy Mother Fuck! That is not me!

Staring at me from the mirror was the most beautiful woman I have ever, and I mean ever, seen! She had a pale, heart-shaped face with skin so clear, no amount of airbrushing could ever even compare. Lushious, long dark waves framed her perfect face and a pair of grey eyes rimmed with long, dark lashes stared out at me and seemed to hold me captivated for what felt like centuries.

Wait a second... this is a mirror, and I'm sitting in front of it. Is that my reflection? It can't be!

I brought my hand up to my face and waved it around. Okay... it is definitely my reflection then. I must be dreaming, yes, that's what it is!

I pinched myself hard on the arm. Hmmm, not working. I then slapped myself on the face, hard. 'Ouch! Definitely not dreaming,' I muttered.

Deap breaths, Chloe, deep breaths. You've gone insane is all. Funny, this is not how I imagined being insane to feel like.

Aha! Got it! I'm in an alcohol-induced coma! There is no other explanation! Right, well then I will just have to wait for the doctors to do their stuff then. In the meantime, I will take full advantage of being a beautiful person in a beautiful place.

And with that, I jumped up (as gracefully as I could manage) and left the room.

As I walked through the halls I realised that the beauty of this place was not restricted to the bedroom I had just come from. On the walls were hung various paintings of huge battles, and warriors in golden armour, gleaming in the sun, holding their swords aloft. Now I am not normally one to be all that interested in art; but these were incredible! Credit to my imagination for creating them - I am very proud of myself!

Flowers were obviously a main form of decoration in this place as vines of them were carved into the walls, following a pattern until they reached the ceiling where they joined together - I must also have a very floral imagination.

There were many doors along the hall, though they were rounded at the top instead of the usual rectangular shape. Between each of these doors were large - what seemed to be windows - but they had no glass and almost reached the ceiling in length, though were again arched at the top. From the windows I could see outside into a beautiful garden. The peaceful sound of trickling water could be heard coming from a fountain in the centre and I had never seen grass so green - I needed to get out there.

I kept walking until I found an entrance to the garden. I stepped out and just stood there, barefoot in the dewy grass, feeling happy. I had a rather strange smile plastered on my face which probably made me look quite a bit high...

I felt like I was in a Disney movie. The beautiful princess who just hopped out of bed in the morning, awoken by the sound of birds singing on her windowsill, who was flawlessly beautiful without having to spend at least half an hour in front of a mirror, who just skipped out into her pretty litle garden and everything was perfect, life was just peachy. I expected to burst into song and dance at any second.

It was then I realised that I was no longer alone. Walking towards me from the other side of the garden were two men. No wait, these were no men. They couldn't be! No man could ever look that good - Jack is a distant memory to me now. They were identical from head to foot with long, straight, midnight hair, pale faces and piercing grey eyes, which I noted, were very similar to my own new set.

I suddenely realised that I was gaping at them so I shut my mouth with a snap and gave them my 'high' smile - not the look I was going for but these things cannot be helped, or controlled. They stopped in front of me, both wearing the same bemused expression on their faces.

'Is something the matter, Arwen?' the one on the right asked me. What the hell? Arwen? Oh, that must be my name. Hmmm, I recognised that name, though I could not place it. Oh well, I liked it and that's all that mattered. It fitted in with my new princess lifetsile quite nicely. I realised that I was still giving them my 'high' smile so I opted for a more serious look (though I was still half smiling so it came out as a pout..). This was not working and the twin's bemused expressions actually became more bemused, if that was even possible, which in this situatuon it definitely was. Some talking was in order.

'Oh, I am fine, er... friend,' I said, smiling at them and hoping to God that it was not my creepy one, which I am partial to giving in strange situations.

'Are you sure, sister? You are acting a little strange.' Aaah, so I was their sister! Godammit! Why did my subconscious have to choose the hot ones? Or maybe it was just storing an even hotter one for me! I subtley glanced around my shoulder, half-expecting my prince to come bounding round the corner and sweep me up in his muscular arms. But alas! T'was to no avail!

'Of course I'm fine, just a little tired,' I said, giving them a reassuring smile.

'Tired? But it is barely past dawn! How can you be tired?' Lefty asked me, as I had so rightly named him.

'Exactly! I didn't get my lie-in this morning! You really expect me to be 'all-there' at this time of morning?'

'Lie-in?' asked Righty, looking thoroughly confused. Wow, I guess it's true what they say about really hot guys...

'Yes, a lie-in. You know, where you sleep in the morning for extra time?' I said very slowy - these guys were obviously not the brightest. 'We call it a lie-in, well my family do anyway. My little cousin thought we had lions on Saturday mornings.' This was clearly not the right thing to say as their faces went from bemused to worried. Aah crap, I was supposed to be their family, wasn't I?

'Arwen, maybe we should take you to see father,' said Righty, while Lefty placed his hand on my back and started to guide me across the garden.

'Wait, no, I'm fine,' I said, stepping out of the way. 'It was just a dream I had, nothing to worry about.'

'Are you sure?' asked Righty, arching his eyebrow.

'Of course,' I confirmed. 'There's really nothing to worry about.' I gave them both a stern look and hoped that would be enough to convince them that I, their sister, was not going insane.

'All right then,' said Righty in a resigned voice,'but we will be keeping an eye on you, though right now we must speak with father and Gandalf. We are worried about the hobbits; they should have arrived by now, and we have still heard no news of Estel. We can only pray that he has somehow found the hobbits and is now guiding them safely here. We will come and find you later.' The twins gave me one last worried look and then walked off. Well they had just said a whole load of crap I didn;t understand. Honestly, what kind of dream was this?

I continued to stand there feeling thoroughly confused. Wait a minute, did I hear him say Gandalf? Now, I have definitely heard that name before!

And then it hit me; Gandalf was the old man from The Lord of the Rings! It was all coming back to me now. Wasn't Arwen some kind of elven princess? I reached up and felt my ears. Yep, they're pointy! I'm a freaking elf!

I don't even think that I'm in a coma anymore! There is no way that my subconscious would know enough about The Lord of the Rings to create this much detail! The only thing I got from Righty's speech was 'Gandalf' and 'hobbits'! The only other option is that I have somehow been magically transported into a fictional world, and have become a fictional character from said world... riiiight. This just can't be happening! Stuff like this just does not happen!

Calm down, Chloe. Get a grip! Let's just think this through...

Oh my God! I am in The Lord of the Rings! How is that even possible! I mean, I barely even know the story! Okay, so I have seen the first film a few times, make that many times, but only because I am COMPLETELY IN LOVE with Boromir! Becky took me to see the film when it came out; she had wanted some 'Orlando Bloom action' (her words, not mine). I had nearly fallen asleep in the first part, that was until Boromir came into the picture and saved me! From that moment my attention was solely fixed on him. He was just incredible! When he died I actually burst into tears! Becky had even moved seats and left me blubbering away by myself...

Ah, now I knew why I hadn't recognised Arwen's name; I had never paid any attention to anything other than my precious Boromir. I mean, I knew a few things... something about a bad ring which had to be destroyed and little people with hairy feet... that's basically it! I hadn't even gone to see the sequels - what was the point without my beautiful Boromir?

A sudden thought dawned on me; If I was in Arwen's body, where the hell was Arwen? Was she in my body? Oh God, there's a thought. An elven princess waking up in my bright orange room with a raging hangover and about 50 angry messages from Becky on my phone! Good luck to Arwen!

Okay... okay... So this was a situation I never expected myself to be in! I was in another world! In another person's body! A damn sexy body though! Maybe I can use it to seduce Boromir? Now there's an idea! Wait a minute... Isn't Arwen supposed to be with that smelly ranger guy? Shit! Well there is no way that's happening! Boromir is my man! I'm sure smelly ranger guy will understand... I don't even know why he's with Arwen in the first place; she is way out of his league. Now Boromir on the other hand...

I realised that I had just spent the last five minutes standing in a garden in my nighty, staring into space while I sorted out my thoughts. I looked around hoping that the twins weren't spying on me. I was pretty sure that this was not standard Arwen behaviour... I decided that since this was not happening in my head I should really get changed into something more suitable. I'm guessing that the other elves don't usually see Arwen walking around in her pyjamas.

Sorry that it was so short - I promise they will be longer in the future! I would love to hear your views :D Nothing too harsh though...