A/N: Some of you reading this I know have gone over my first fanfic A Bittersweet Embrace. (yes that was my first fanfic, I didn't tell you for a reason) I am so very pleased that so many people enjoyed it, I tried my best to put my heart into it and those of you that did not think too much of it, I am sorry. I will not stop A Bittersweet Embrace, I promise to continue, the updating might slow, it might not. But keep checking in for those of you who are Inuyasha lovers. However, if this is your first time reading my stories, then please try and enjoy this one! I have role played endless hours with my friend and have always wanted to write my own LOTR fic. This will all be strictly following the book! I will not go off track to the movie, although Peter Jackson did do a fabulous job. Tolkien has always been an idol, hero, and role model to me and I will do my best to keep to his writings. I always go with the original model of a story, never what came afterwards. I hope you enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own Lord of the Rings; it is ground of J.R.R Tolkien. No profit is being made of this and it is strictly for pleasure reading.

"But I don't wanna do my homework Angela…Pleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeease!!!" a young woman begged pathetically through a phone.

"No!" her friend answered back, "do it yourself, it isn't hard and you still have the rest of the day." She really liked Angela and somewhat envied her friend. She thought she was gorgeous with long black hair, large eyes, and a fair complexion. Her voice was sweet and mellow, and when she was sad it was absolutely adorable. She often wished that she could make her voice sugary sweet like that as well, but no avail. Still, she was one of her closest friends.

The first woman stared up at the clock, it read 6:23. True enough, she had time, plenty of time, but what about training? And then she always got so…sidetracked. There was no way she would ever finish her homework in time.

"Please, please, please, please, please!!!"

"No!" with that, there was a click across the line and the woman sighed dejectedly.

Stupid History. She wasn't a bad student, quite the opposite. Straight A's and talented, simply lacking all forms of common sense and the ability to stay focused. Her little lapse of memory the last year, asking her friend if Asia was a continent had really caused an uproar. In the middle of college too…There was also the case of going up to the principle and openly asking if diabetic meant that you couldn't drink milk. Good times, good times. She looked around at her tidy little office room. She lived in the suburbs, and had a good family and got whatever she wanted. They even did what they could for her living near nine hundred miles away. The thing was, she didn't ask for much.

Walking into her room, the black-haired woman picked up a sword lying in the corner. She had made it a habit to train everyday for at least an hour if she didn't have Kung Fu that day. Her mom usually got angry at her that she put fighting before school, but it was the way she worked. Funny, parents were supposed to leave their kids alone after they moved out…Throwing on a black shirt and pants, she stepped outside through the garage door, where the acrid stench or lawn mowers greeted her nose.

She made her way to the backyard that was a bit slanted so it was hard to perform jumps on. However, it was better than trying to do Kung Fu on the front lawn; she looked like an idiot when she fell flat on her face from simple mistakes. She unsheathed her sword and swung it around once. It was made out of sheet metal so the tip was sharp, but bended instead of stabbing and the bottom was hard and dull. It was made for training, not killing yourself out of clumsiness. She started into her form, trying to accelerate as best as she could on the uneven ground. Her form was short and she practiced over and over again to try and reach a level of speed and perfection.

The woman loved imitating what she saw other people in her class do, and tried herself quite often unsuccessfully. Throwing herself to the ground, she attempted to jump up again, using only her back. Summoning enormous force, she used the back muscles that she had to spring her body up.

Ouch. With a huff, the woman landed hard in a heap on the ground. She had failed miserably again and bruised her back…again. Not that I could ever do that anyways. I am so smart for trying that on concrete…Gingerly picking her body up, she moved until she was align with the brick wall and sunk down. Stupid, stupid, stupid…

A cool breeze had picked up, and the stifling summer air was somewhat disturbed. A small black cat watched her warily from the back, haven just given birth to three tiny cats not too long ago. It was all good knowledge to her. Her dog had tried to eat it. Propping up her sword next to her, she rested on it, copying the posture of her favorite TV character. She had the ability to sleep sitting up quite well and prided herself in it. It made her feel secure and ready in case anything was to happen. Not that it would, this was a nice little neighborhood with a gated community, nothing ever happened here. Leaning her head back so it rested comfortably on the brick wall, she closed her eyes. Another chill breeze came in, more swiftly than the last one. It felt good and she kept her eyes closed, not wanting to think about the history homework that sat, waiting to be done on her desk inside.

Leaning forward again, she rested her bodyweight on her sword and chewed her bottom lip. It was no good, if homework was left undone, it did not give her peace of mind. Best to get it done soon. She rocked back and forth slightly feeling for the brick wall. When she didn't feel it, she collapsed backwards, expecting to feel its hard support.

Green grass met her hands and she caught herself before totally falling backwards. The woman's eyes flew open and she stared around her: Green grass as far as she could see. Purple and yellow wildflowers dappled the ground as if in a splash of brilliant paint. A small brook to her left had tiny jagged rocks outcropping from it. A small songbird chirped its greeting to her. Wow, either someone really knows how to remodel a backyard in like super-speed, or this is not where I started off.

"Ok…I just um, fazed through a brick wall. This cannot be normal." Sword…sword. She groped around for her weapon and found that it was still with her. How glad she was that she had kept it propped up against her the whole time. Unsheathing her treasure and searching it for damage, she was reminded that it was only sheet metal by the way it bended and made a "twang" sound when she pushed into it. It I meet a bear, I am so dead. She stood up and inspected herself. Nothing was different; in fact everything was the same. She had on the same pink shirt with jeans. She was not one to exaggerate in dressing, even though she envied those girls that looked beautiful when they arrived at school, she couldn't find the matching clothes in her drawer to make herself look in anyway gorgeous. She had fair length black hair and deep brown eyes. Just another schoolgirl trying to make a living in the rat-race.

Ok, where on earth have I just landed? Stay calm…stay calm. Remember all those anime TV shows you watched? Well they are all brave, so you um, stay brave too! She was a believer of other worlds, certain that all those directors and authors had to have something to inspire their creativity. This really didn't look like a whole different planet with Martians saying 'hello earthling, we have come to obliterate you,' but surely; the place she was from didn't have that many trees. Ok let's go through the possibilities. Maybe Asia…ok no. Azarath? Ok, what am I saying...? No, not Africa, well if I am on earth, then this is one heck of a wildlife preserve! She looked around and spotted a tiny blackbird perched on a tree. It was no rainforest environment, so it had to be a wildlife preserve. Got my hopes up to be in another world all for nothing. Well, might as well keep walking until I reach one of those wildlife specialists or something. And then ask then how the heck I went through a time warp.

The tiny brook made a gentle trickling noise as it flowed down the river. She stared transfixed; it was a rare sight of beauty at home. She had once taken yoga back at the YMCA at home, but found it ultimately dull and irritating that some lady was telling her to connect with the damn floor. Maybe this was the kind of environment you needed in order to feel real energy coursing through you. The sun was slowly setting, and she remembered that it had been 6:30 when she left the house. Walk. Have to keep moving.

The sun set remarkably quickly and disappeared beneath the trees before the sky set into darkness. The result afterwards was breathtaking. So many stars, so many millions of stars. The swirled, twisted, spiraled, and morphed together until it seemed like an endless lake of sparkling lights in the sky. She could always keep walking under good conditions and the night was pleasantly warm. The woman had encountered no one so far during her trek, but it didn't mean it was too late. There was bound to be some jeep of some sort coming through sooner or later to check on the animals…wherever they were.

A faint whisper came from her left. Startled, the woman jumped; then steadied herself. Whispering? Or was it just people talking from a distance. She moved in the direction of the sound. It got much louder and it was indeed a regular talking voice. She strained her ears and was certain that there were more than two men.

"We made good time today," said a blond elf. He had graceful features and a melodious voice. The youngest prince of Mirkwood.

"Indeed," agreed Lord Elrond. The elf had more elderly features, seemingly worn from stress and daily toil.

A third voice chimed in. "we need to arrive at Rivendell by tomorrow."

"And we will," said Legolas.

"We have ridden swiftly, we should not ask of our horses for so much," said Elrond. He was busily soaking down his mare and it snorted lightly in pleasure.

Oh thank god. After traveling for a day, she could finally expect a nice jeep to take her to the main office and call her parents to get home. She quickened her pace and with a noisy rustle through the bushes, she pushed her way into the clearing.

"Excuse me could you h-…er… she stopped short when she was met by the sight of three elves, each with long hair cascading gracefully down their backs. Wow, where have I seen this before? Her brain seemed to have gone on autopilot because nothing of any logical sense was coming out. That tends to happen when met with a sight like this.

The blond haired elf gave the woman, or rather girl in his eyes, a strange look and slowly stood up. "What business do you have here," he asked sharply.

The girl did not answer. She seemed deep in thought. This is such a terrible time for my brain to blink out on me. Ok, um…Elves. C'mon, Elves. Eragon, no. Some sort of anime show…no again. Elves…Elves. Ah, Lord of the Rings! Wait a second…there is no way…

She started out cautiously. "You-you're um, Legolas," she closed her eyes in concentration, trying to dig the memory out of the back of her mind. "Prince of the Woodland Realm!"

The elf's eyes widened slightly in surprise. "And how would you know this," he asked.

She didn't quite know how to answer this question. Only one thought played through her head. Waaaaaakkkkeeee uuuuuuppppp!!!! She didn't.

When his question remained unanswered, he tried a different course of action. "Milady, if you do not mind me asking, who are you?"

The woman now clearly remembered what happened to the fellowship. She could easily mess up the entire process! Everything had to be thought through carefully. A name, a name. No, her real name would not do. So many documents had been recorded of the Lord of the Rings trilogy. Saying that this wasn't a dream, and taking absolutely no chances, there was a high possibility that a real name could result in quite a bit of trouble. "Thorn," she replied back suddenly.

Elrond looked at her curiously. "Lady Thorn, then do sit down and explain yourself."

A/N: Well then, there you have it! The first chapter. It is very short, and I assure you future ones will be about twice as long. Please review so I know to continue! Many thanks!