I do not own any of the original lotr characters.

Prologue

Sometimes Anaïs "5'7½, Jet Black long wavy hair, 150lbs., light brown skin, 16yrs. Old, wondered. wondered what life would be like if she was an Elf Maiden. A Princess Elf Maiden! Like in Lord Of The Rings! All of the elegant gowns. Elvin Men bowing at her feet. or kissing her hand! Waiting. Hoping! For a chance to be her Love. Living forever! Never facing pain. or death. NEVER AGEING PHYSICALLY!

'Face it!' she thought.

"Elves rock!"

Fade

One Heart Chapter One Where The Heck Am I In The Woods Of Mirkwood

While sitting at the cherry wooden kitchen table Anaïs's Mom, "5'8, Honey Blond hair, proportion, caramel colored skin, was jabbering on about her and this guy at are church. Jet Black curly hair, skin a little lighter them medium brown, big brown puppy eyes, straight teeth, thin, and about "6'0. She absolutely loved him, and wanted Anaïs to date him, and maybe marry him someday. Now she wasn't going to lie! He was pretty hot. but his personality was Oh so boring! Not like the characters of Lord of the Rings! Now she knew what everyone thought! 'They are fictional for goodness sake! Their personalities are supposed to be exciting.' Well she'd rather die a horrible death or a virgin rotting for the rest of her life then ever marry someone as boring as he was!

She started to drift slowly! Then suddenly she snapped out of it as her mother screamed for dear life. There were a bunch of men in her house with weapons. She turned to her mother who was screaming just before someone knocked her out.

"Mom!" Anaïs cried. She didn't quite know what to do. so she did the first thing she thought of. She picked up the butcher-knife her mother was cutting raw steaks with, and started to charge when someone hit her in the back of the head. She looked around as everything around her started to go in slow motion, then! She blacked out.

Fade

Getting off the ground Anaïs regained her senses and totally freaked when her eye finally focused. She wasn't at home! She was in the woods somewhere... but what strange woods. nothing like the woods in America! Well at least where she was from. She wondered through the woods aimlessly trying to figure out what the heck happened. Just then she felt the presence of someone else.

Just then she heard a whistling and then she fell to the ground. hard! She screamed in pain as she looked at her shoulder. There was an arrow sticking out bother sides. She got up and started walking faster and faster, and then she started to run until the blood loss started to slow her down..

'I can't run. or walk. any more.' Her mind screamed. She stopped and heaved. Then when she looked up she was surrounded by Teenage guys dressed up as Elves!

"What the heck?" She breathed. They started talking in some kinda language.

"Ok! This isn't funny at all! What the heck did you do with my mother!?! And where have you taken me? And. what the heck did you shoot me for!" She screamed and cried at the same time..

"I do not think it is an Orc" She whispered to the other. The other peered around then stepped out and said.

"What kind thou art?"

"What?" said confused.

"It is obvious she is some kind of Orc?" Another said pointing an arrow at her head.

"Or maybe a witch?" Said the other putting his hand on the others bow and pointing it down..

"Well whatever she is. she's a prisoner of the King now! Bound her hands and tie them to the horse." He motioned.

"What! You can't do that! This isn't funny! Stop!!!" She moaned. She screamed they pulled out the arrow and tide some clothe tight around her womb.

'Tied up like a slave! Boy this brings the memory of roots back.' She sighed walking behind the horse. Just then!

"OH MY FREAKIN' COW!" She screamed and coughed at the same time. The horse farted! The freakin' horse farted! One of the guys turned around and smirked at her. She stuck my tongue out back at him.

"Hey!" She squealed as they threw me on the floor in front of the King.

"What is this?" Asked the King.

"I'm!" She started. One of the Elvin men kicked her in the side and said.

"Do not speak!" Tears filled her eyes and the pain felt like knives piercing her in her sighed. The King put his hand up and the Elf backed up.

"You may speak." He said.

"I'm from Texas. and I was sitting in the kitchen with my mother when someone attacked us! And then I woke up and I." The king put his hand up and she stopped.

"I know nothing about something named Texas. and who ever quote attacked you. it was not my men. Now what is your race. are you Orc? Or man. and got cursed or burned some how.. Or are you a witch?" He asked.

"Orc. Witch. I. my names Anaïs." She cried.

"And. I don't know what's happening." She whispered to herself looking at the floor.

"We do not know what she is. she is not going to tell us what she is! What are we to do with this King Thranduil?" Spoke up one of the Elves the King trusted the most. The King looked down at her and pondered carefully. then he said.

"Put her to work in the royal stables. give her nothing but bread and water. make her work hard until she can tell me what she is, and how she got here. then she can come before me once more. If I do not find her story believable then! Well. she will be slain. just as if she were and Orc who had just kill one of our own.