HE-LLO, READERS! I've been working on ideas for this for awhile now, and I'm still not sure where it's going, but I have an idea. Ish. So this will be periodically updated. And it will start moving faster pretty soon (sooner than Shinobi in Middle Earth, at least. Hm, Middle Earth…common theme, perhaps?) ENJOY! Pairings…you'll see.

P.S. I was KittyAuthor6 for ages. I have (within the past month or so) changed to OptimisticMuffins. Note that, and you'll be fine. Thanks!

DISCLAIMER: I own neither Lord of the Rings nor InuYasha (because if I did this would be a weird TV special, and not a fanfic. Mua-hahaha!!!).

(((Prologue)))

"Here? She is sending someone here?" A male with long, dark hair was saying.

"Yes," another man, with long white hair and gray robes this time, answered. "Here. What she is thinking I cannot tell; but the person she is sending is a young girl who has apparently suffered some loss. When I questioned her, she simply said to me that she would tell me at a later meeting when she had more time available." Now the two men were walking through the stately hallways of their abode; slowly, contemplatively.

"A young girl…how strange. Perhaps she is losing her touch?"

"Midoriko? Ho, surely you cannot be serious, Master Elrond!" The old man chuckled. "When she loses her touch, surely there will be something fatally amiss with the worlds."

"You speak logic, Gandalf, as usual," Elrond said, inclining his dark head. "When is she to arrive—this girl, I mean?"

"Today, I believe. Midoriko did say that she personally would be accompanying our guest, who is apparently a promising protégé of hers," replied Gandalf.

"This guest, I presume, has a name?"

"Indeed, she does. Kagome Higurashi, from the land of Japan." At the name, Elrond raised his eyebrows slightly. Gandalf noticed. "Does this name mean something to you, perhaps?" the latter inquired.

"Perhaps…" Elrond murmured to himself, rubbing his chin. "If she…well, no, that isn't possible. We shall see, I suppose, my friend. We shall see."

Darkness. Loud darkness, full of nightmares, empty of relief. It was everywhere. It was suffocating.

"…can't seem to pull herself out of it, I'm afraid…" a feminine voice was saying, her words laced with worry.

"We'll do all we can to aid, but I don't know what a group of old men can do that you cannot," a man answered dubiously.

"Well, I suppose Arwen has a better chance in this situation than we do, does she not?" a second man proposed. There were no faces, only voices keeping the visions away. She felt herself being lifted and carried somewhere and lost what little interest she had, slipping back slowly into nothingness. Only one logical thought lodged in her mind.

Kagome knew painfully well that she was alone.

And that's a wrap! So, I will be working on this in the coming weeks. I already have a lot of it written out (in notebooks). Anyways, this will be explained later (sort of) but not anytime soon ;) So, good luck and hopefully you'll keep reading! I'll give you something, I guess—Kagome will be going on the quest, and she won't basically be a lifeless shell.

Thanks!

Love and Huggles

OptimisticMuffins