DISCLAIMER: I do not own any Lord of the Rings characters, places, etc. There, I said it. No law suites, please.

A/N: This story takes place during FotR, when the company finds the door into Moria (we all know that going there is a bad idea). Please read and review, or I'll never know if it sucks or not and I'll just keep on writing crappy-ass stories.

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Far From Home

Chapter 1: The Opening Words

The Fellowship had halted at the arch of intertwined Elven letters; the door into Moria. They had been looking for the way into Moria for quite some time. When they had begun, it had been daylight, it was now dark and the moon was high.

"This is surely the door into Moria." Announced Gimli.

"But what do the letters say?" Asked Frodo.

"They say 'The doors of Durin, Lord of Moria. Speak, friend and enter." Replied the wise wizard, Gandalf.

"What does that mean? Speak, friend and enter?" Pondered Merry.

"That is plain enough," Replied Gimli. "It simply means that a friend may speak the password and enter."

"But do you know the word, Gandalf?" Asked Boromir.

"No, I fear that I do not." Was the wizards reply.

The others looked alarmed and worried, all save for Aragorn. He knew the clever wizard well, and did not doubt in his ability.

"How are we to go on then?" Demanded Boromir. "What is the point of bringing us here to this forsaken spot? You told us that you had been through the mines before. How can this be if you do not know the password?"

"The answer to your first question, Boromir, is that I do not know the password-yet. And, I did not enter this way, I came from the East." Responded Gandalf, with an unmistakable gleam in his eyes.

"What are you going to do, then?" Asked Pippin, his curiosity getting the better of him.

"Knock on the doors with your head, Pippin. And if that does not work, then give me peace from your foolish questions and I will seek the opening words."

While Gandalf set to work, attempting to open the doors, Legolas drifted away from the group. He wished to have a little time to himself, away from the bickering of the group. He sat on a log, near the lake, none of the others taking notice of him.

"Annon edhellen, edro ammen!" Commanded the wizard, unaware that the words he had spoken would have an unknown effect on Legolas.

Legolas startled as a queer shimmering light suddenly surrounded him. He barely had time to wonder what was going on before the rift in reality, which Gandalf's words had created, swallowed him and he was no longer in Middle-earth at all. No one else made any notice that anything had happened at all.



Legolas blinked and looked around him. Where the hell was he? All around him loomed giant structures that were reflecting the color and scenery around them. High up, there were blinking, bright signs of colors that he had never seen before. Horns blared and Legolas jumped at the spectacle behind him. Strange, deafening machines with people in them were moving quickly in a line down a dark road. Completely baffled as to why he was there, Legolas looked helplessly around him.

"Watch it, freak!" Said a rude pedestrian, who roughly pushed Legolas out of him way.

One thing Legolas now noticed about everyone on the sidewalk, was that they were all dressed entirely different from him. He spotted a woman wearing a skirt that was so short; it never would never have been permitted in his father's court.

Not really sure what to do, Legolas got inside one of those bright yellow machines, and sat down awkwardly when it stopped in front of him.

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A/N: That was a little weird, but it's not like I have any homework to do or anything.......

Should I write more? Review, or I won't. Oh, all right, you got me, I plan on writing more anyway. I'm not good at making threats, even shallow ones.