Hello readers! This is my first fanfiction so PLEASE don't judge too harshly. I've always wanted a LOTRxLOK crossover and yet I've never found a single one to read. So, I've decided to write my own. YAY! This is set a couple years after the last events of season 4. In this fanfic, Korra has mastered all of the elements, including lava bending, metal bending, lightning bending, blood bending etc. I know that isn't realistic, but it's cool to have OP characters (though she might not seem like it at first). Hope you like it! I do not own Lord of the Rings or Legend of Korra. Sorry if there are any spelling mistakes.

I've just recently went through the first couple of chapters and edited it once I realised how BAD the grammar is. I'm not saying it's AMAZING now, but it is better.

'balloon' = Thoughts

"balloon" = Speech

"Ouch."

Korra woke up from her unconscious state and rubbed her back as pain seemed to crawl up her spine.

"What the heck? How did I get here," Korra thought out loud, getting up, dusting herself and grabbing her glider that was lying by her side.

By the position of the sun, it was about five in the afternoon, it would be dark in less than two hour's time.

'That's bad,' Korra thought.

She seemed to be in a small clearing, with several trees surrounding her. 'Hmm, a forest maybe?'

Her thoughts were interrupted as suddenly a group of what seemed to be five men and four children appeared from behind a thick shrub.

All nine people looked up at the strange women in blue and couldn't help but to let their mouths fall. She carried what looked like a staff and wore long baggy pants and warm boots. The outline of muscles were seen on her tight blue singlet and her bare arms exposed her large biceps. None of these baffled men new what to say to the surprisingly muscular women.

Korra looked just as surprised as the men. They were dressed in clothes that seemed almost… outlandish. The old man wore grey robes and leaned on a staff. His companions were just as strange as him. One of them had pointy ears with long blonde hair, while another seemed short and stubby, with heavy armour. Now that she had a closer look, the four people she had thought to be children, were actually very short men with large, hairy feet and also had pointy ears, though not as pointy as the blonde guy. The two men who, to Korra's relief, seemed like normal men who were both tall and had hair that reached their shoulders. One had dark brown hair and the other had auburn coloured hair. As strange as these men were, they all seemed to be armed with some kind of weapon. But this didn't concern her, she knew she could easily use her metal bending and turn their weapons against them, they were no match for her. Although they obviously didn't know that.

"If you don't mind me asking, what is a young women like yourself doing out in the middle of nowhere?" The old man inquired as he cleared his throat.

His question immediately snapped her, and the other men, out of their trances.

She didn't know whether to trust him, but it seemed that he knew where he was going.

"I don't know," Korra answered lamely.

Seeing the doubtful expressions which crossed the men's faces, the young Avatar continued.

"I just… woke up here, and then you guys came along," she elaborated unsurely.

All of the men considered this strange statement and raised sceptical eyebrows at her. The auburn haired man narrowed his eyes at her, but didn't say anything.

"Hmm, do you recall anything before you woke up? Maybe you can figure out how you got here," the old man asked.

Korra frowned and pressed her lips into a straight line – 'concentrating' the old man thought.

"Well, I do remember entering a spirit portal," Korra started before realisation abruptly dawned on her. 'It wasn't a spirit portal.' "So if that wasn't a spirit portal, and I'm not in the spirit world, then where am I?"

Korra paced as she spoke to herself, a look of alarm crossing her face as her panic grew.

'By the looks of these people, I'm not in any of the four nations anymore, so is it possible… is it possible that I'm in a different world?'

The Avatar shivered at the thought.

The old man raised his eyebrows at the words spirit world and spirit portal, but resolved to ask the strange women later.

"You are in Middle-Earth milady. We are in Eriador and are just outside the borders of Rivendell," the tall brown haired man gently informed her.

No recognition showed on her face. The man frowned at this implication, 'Where is this girl from'. After a moment's hesitation, she seemed to answer his unspoken question.

"I…I know it might sound crazy, but I think I'm in another world. I've travelled the world a couple times and I've never came across any place called Rivendell, Eriador or Middle-Earth. You see, I'm from the Southern Water Tribe," the women stated, causing the brown haired man to frown in confusion.

"I've never heard of that place. Such a strange name, Water Tribe did you say, odd. What is your name lassie?"

It was the short, stubby man who had asked the question. His accent was the strangest Korra had ever heard.

"I'm Korra," the water-bender responded kindly before doing a traditional Water Tribe bow, much to the other's confusion. However, they brushed off the matter, assuming it was just the way people from her homeland greeted.

"Formalities don't matter, since you guys probably won't have an idea what I'm talking about. What are your names?" Korra questioned, resolving not to tell them that she was the Avatar. It's not like they know who or what that is. She'd at least tell them later.

All of them, she noticed, looked questioningly at the old man who was just leaning on his staff considering this strange girl. All of her words had been spoken with such sincerity that it was hard not to believe her. She had a trusting face, he thought. After a few more seconds of contemplation he nodded to his companions and smiled at this Korra. It was a strange name to say the least.

'A strange name for a strange girl,' he thought humorously.

"I am the wizard, Gandalf the Grey," the newly dubbed, Gandalf, spoke kindly, bowing slightly as he introduced himself.

'Wizard?' Korra repeated in her head dubiously. 'As in magic?'

Korra eyed the elderly man curiously, bowing in return. The blonde guy stepped up.

"I am Prince Legolas Greenleaf of Mirkwood," he greeted, eyes surveying Korra with interest before adding, "I'm an elf," in an unsure tone, wondering whether she knew what an elf was.

"And I'm Gimli son of Gloin, a dwarf," the short man said in a slightly competitive and proud tone, shooting the 'elf' a challenging glare.

Korra could see they were rivals, which amused her. Both the elf and dwarf – whatever the heck those were, Korra thought – bowed, and Korra returned it as she did with Gandalf.

"I'm Boromir of Gondor. The steward's son," the auburn haired man stated his name, after a moment of hesitation of course, and bowed rather stiffly.

Korra wasn't quite fond of this 'Boromir,' but returned his bow nonetheless, although just as stiffly as him.

The curly haired man bowed before saying his own name.

"My name is Stri…" he was interrupted by a quick "ahem" from Gandalf. Looking as though he was restraining himself from rolling his eyes, the man continued.

"I'm Aragorn. Though I am also known as Strider, Ranger of the North," he said, giving Gandalf a slightly pointed looked as he said 'also'.

Aragorn glanced at the four 'men' hiding behind the others.

"I think we should also introduce our four hobbits. That is Frodo Baggins," the Ranger said, pointing at the young 'hobbit' with short curly brown hair who seemed to wince slightly at his sudden introduction.

"That is Samwise Gamgee," indicating to the rather plump little hobbit whose cheeks turned bright red under her gaze.

The young Avatar couldn't help but let out a chuckle at this, leading to Sam's whole face turning into a seemingly impossible shade of red. Aragorn failed to hide his own smirk but continued the introductions.

"And those two are Meriadoc Brandybuck and Peregrine Took. Otherwise known as Merry and Pippin," Aragorn stated as he directed my gaze to the remaining hobbits in turn.

Both hobbits smirked and bowed deeply - a little too deeply. Korra smiled at the two hobbits and imitated their bow, which made them chuckle.

"That's all of us. Now I believe we should make camp here," Aragorn half glanced at Gandalf, who nodded in agreement. The sun was now setting and darkness slowly crept across the sky.

"You all have rather strange names," Korra stated quite bluntly.

"Our names are strange? What about your name Korra? Your name is also strange, is it not?" Aragorn inquired bemusedly, raising a curious eyebrow.

Korra laughed, but didn't respond.

'Korra is probably the most normal name you'll hear from my world,' she thought amusedly.

"Anyways, after we set up camp, we will tell you of Middle-Earth and in turn you could probably tell us of your world?" Aragorn offered.

Everyone glanced at her with curious eyes, they were all eager to know more about her world.

"Well it sounds fair to me. Besides, I'm dying to know more about this world." Korra said with a shrug of her shoulders.

"We are also curious of your world," Aragorn admitted with a small smile, crouching down in the middle of the clearing as he began to gather little twigs to start a fire.

Well, that's one chapter. I know I'm a bad writer, so any productive criticism is welcome. Actually, any reviews at all are welcomed. Even if your dissing the heck out of it. I promise I'll try my best to follow through with this story, but I might take really long. Also, I might have some large time gaps between chapters once school comes up. Sorry! Anyways, thanks for reading, hope it didn't suck too much. Flying Doctor OUT!