A/N: It has been so horribly long since I first wrote this story, that my writing style has changed drastically. So rather than pick up where I left off, I will rewrite it from the beginning.

I have realized, since the last I wrote here, that Universe Lock does not follow LOTR canon in the least. However, I cannot change it to fix this matter without completely changing the storyline...So please, bear with me as I borrow characters and places and leave much else by the wayside. After all, who is to say, if Middleearth exists in some other dimension, that the real one is anything like Tolkien recorded?...Forgive me, I think too much. At any rate, I hope you enjoy this rewrite. As always, I own nothing of Tolkien's, I only borrow from it heavily, I am making no money from this project, and please, review!

Prologue

Deep in the shadows, a figure moved. A ragged, once-rich cloak could be dimly seen about his shoulders, the hood doing little to conceal once-pointed ears. The figure shook as an evil-sounding laugh rose from his throat. His hand lifted a black sphere, darker than the spaces between the stars.

"So who shall it be, my master?" The figure looked deeper into the shadows, though there was no-one there.

A voice sounded from nowhere and everywhere, deep and dark. "I do not care, so long as it is a young female with no knowledge of our world. I want plenty of confusion when she comes here."

The cloaked man laughed, a half-mad shriek that cut through the air. "How would anyone there know of Middle-earth? Any girl will do!" He made a complicated gesture with his right hand, as with his left he hurled the sphere to the ground. It shattered, just as an ordinary blown glass ball would, and the omnipresent voice shrieked.

"You fool! What have you done? You may have destroyed everything!"

The cloaked man cowered. "How, master? None there know of our world..."

"Some do, fool! One of that world came here, long ago, and documented some of our history. He took it back with him; undoubtedly many know of Middle-earth by now! If you chose one who does..."

"Forgive me, master! I did not know!" The cloaked figure's voice rose in terror, and he prostrated himself on the ground. "Please, is there any way I can repair my mistake?"

There was a brief period of silence. "You will destroy her. She must not meet the Prince of Mirkwood, if she knows of this world. If you are too late...Kill them both. Oh, and one more thing..."

The cloaked man swallowed audibly. "Yes, master?"

"If you fail..."

The voice had no need to continue. The man had a good idea the tortures that would await if he failed and lived.

"I will not fail you again, master."

"Go."

A/N: Again, please review! I do appreciate constructive criticism.