Never before had I seen such a beautiful sight. The fields of emerald seemed to stretch on to the horizon, only stopping at the base of the majestic mountains that off in the distance. The air was as crisp as the first day of autumn. Truly this was a breath awe-inspiring scene. The only problem was that I had no idea where I was or how I had gotten come to be here.

The last I remember I was laying on the beach in between catching waves with some friends. How I came to be standing in this field was beyond me. And while the scenery was breath taking the sun was setting and it was getting cold. I needed to find someplace warm, and fast. My current attire would not provide any warmth from the cold of night; board shorts and t-shirts arent exactly the greatest insulators in the world.

Off in the distance I spotted the warm glow of a fire. I was saved! I just needed to make my way over the rocky plane; it couldnt have been more than a mile or two. I looked down at my footwear and back at the rocks between the fire and myself. Sighing I began the journey, I knew this wouldnt end well for my flip-flop clad feet. They would be shreds by the time I got there. Remembering that my phone was in my bag, which was clearly not with me, I hoped that whoever made the fire was not opposed to unexpected company and had a phone on them.

This has to be Tylers doing, I grumbled hugging my arms across my chest for some form of extra warmth. I probably fell asleep at the beach and he decided to screw with me. So not funny. I reasoned, stepping over a particularly large rock. When I get back, Tyler, you are so dead! I thought as I tripped over my feet, feeling the stones digging into my shins and hands.

Half an hour late I was still walking, and I felt like I hadnt gotten anywhere. I always was bad a judging distances. I was beginning to tire, my legs getting sorer by the minute. I had never noticed how out of shape I was, Maybe this is Tylers way of telling me to lay off the cookies and hit the gym more. I laughed to myself. I didnt take another step before I came face to face with an arrowhead. What the he- I started before a hand was clamped on my mouth, tugging me into a hard chest. Being cold and near exhaustion my reaction time was greatly hindered, keeping me docile. That is until a blade was placed at my thought. I completely lost my cool at that point.

I started struggling against my captor, trying to wriggle my way free. When that showed no signs of working I tried a different approach. I did the only thing I could think of; I bit him. Hard. The hand was immediately drawn away from me, my dark haired captor cursing from shock and pain. I was now free! Wasting no time I took my golden opportunity and run. I dont think I had ever ran so fast in my life. Without direction, I ran with everything I had. I glanced back to see how far behind me the two men were and was shocked to see the dark haired guy just walking towards me. Im not going to tire THAT quickly. I scoffed as I turned back to the front. I wonder where his friend went? I thought, slightly confused.

I wasnt wondering long when I ran smack into a hard surface. It would be me that ran into the only tree in the field. I moaned, trying to bring my hand up to rub my soar head. After a few tried to bring my hand further up I realized why I couldnt control my arm; it was held captive by another. It wasnt just my arm, I noticed, it was my entire body. I was being held to a tall figure with one arm, and my own wrist was stilled by another. Before I could even work up a good struggle I found myself facing away from the figure, with both hands held behind my back. Startled I didnt even noticed him binding my hands together as the other man walked, too calmly for someone who had just been injured might I add, over to us.

He had a weird look on his face. I couldnt tell if he was angry with me. I had bitten him hard enough to draw blood after all, and I know that if someone had done that to me I would be livid. I mean seriously, what kind of person goes around biting people? Apparently I do. I honestly dont think I wanted to know what he would do to me if he was angry, I saw that knife he had.

They spoke to each other in some strange and beautiful language. Their words hypnotized me, and I took me a little while to realize that they wanted me to walk. The figure behind me pushed my back gently, as if he didnt want to hurt me. That was when it hit me; they were foreign hunters! I mean what else could they be? It explained the weird language, the weapons, and being out at night. They must be taking me back to their camp because they have friends still hunting out here and didnt want me to run into them and get hurt. It seemed perfectly logical in my head. That is until we reached the camp and I saw the crow sitting around the fire.

There were several more men sitting there, just staring at me as if I was the foreigner here. I couldnt help but notice how weird the company they were, five of the companions clearly suffered from a height disorder, most likely some form of dwarfism, and one was elderly, the last seemed to be a normal man like the two I had traveled with. I then noticed that nearly all of them were heavily armed, and I didnt see any dead animals around. Who the hell are these people!? I thought, starting to get slightly freaked out. The dark haired man went over and had a discussion with the elderly man. They appeared to be talking about me, for every now and then I noticed them glancing my way. I could only imagine him saying how I bit him and then ran like hell. They are going to think I am some kind of freak that goes around biting people. Lovely

I guess the elderly guy came to a conclusion about something because the guy behind me pushed me forward again. Looking up at him I noticed for the first time how attractive he was. I was slightly taken aback by this discovery, and didnt move when he wanted me to. He looked down at me, startled I turned away blushing. I noticed him smirking as I averted my eyes to the ground. Too embarrassed I did as I was supposed to and made my way over to the elderly man. All eyes were on me as who I assumed to be their leader addressed me, it gave me an uneasy feeling, I never did like being the center of attention.

Now, what is a young maiden, such as yourself, doing out at this hour without an escort? He asked me. I had to think about that one for a second. I wasnt used to people saying things like that. Then I realized that he was implying that I couldnt take care of myself. How sexist!

I have been out later before! I argued, And I so dont need a man to walk with me everywhere I go. I was perfectly able to defend myself against this creep. I pointed out, jerking my head towards the dark haired guy.

Yes, I have gathered that you are not as defenseless as you seem, he chuckled looking over at the dark haired man, who in turned smiled at him. But, the question still remains unanswered. What are you doing out here. Are-

Are you a spy for Sauron? One of the short men interrupted, shifting his balance on his axe. The rest of the group seemed uncomfortable at his outburst, but seemed to await my answer.

I spy for who? I asked, confused as hell. I mean what kind of name was that? That answer did not seem to satisfy them, seeing as a few of them wore a suspicious expression. I dont know what you are talking about, honest! I tried looking up at the handsome man standing behind for support.

Gandalf, I see no lie in her eyes. He defended me. I brightened slightly upon hearing that. Someone believed me!

Nor do I, Legolas. The old man who I nowassume to be Gandalf. She must have simply been in the wrong place at the wrong time. He smiled at me. I sighed relieved that I was no longer in trouble.

Yes that may very well be true, but that does not explain her odd state of dress. The man from the fire pointed out walking towards me. I frowned; I had a feeling I wasnt going to like this guy.

Im not wearing any thing weird, I argued with him, trying to turn to face him. Its all of you that are dressed in such an odd state. He apparently didnt like being talked back to because he started to move closer to me. Now, I am not stupid I knew that he was armed and that scared me a bit, seeing how these people didnt act like any I had met before. I took a step back, straight into the guy I would guess to be Legolas.

Calm yourself Boromir. She cannot possibly harm you with her hands bound. The dark haired man from before intervened. Chuckling slightly he added, Though she does have a nasty bite.

That seemed to ease the tension a bit, and brought small smiles on several faces. I suddenly felt safer, not to the point where I would completely relax and drop my guard, but safer none the less. Sit her by the fire and fetch her something to eat. She will be traveling with us until other arrangements can be made. Gandalf ordered as he came to a stand. Legolas remove her bounds. You have nothing to fear here my dear, you are among friends. And with that he made his way to the other side of the camp. With my hands now free I only had one question: now what?

A/N: I havent written for a while, but this was just rambling around in my brain. Let me know what you think. Should I continue to post, or just leave this in my mind?