So, this story is going to be movie-verse. I'm reading through LOTR right now and the direction I have this story going it is not going to really work with how the book goes. I'll try to have details worked in from the book, but again, this story will follow the movies for the most part.

I don't own LOTR. Just my OC.

Something is not right, I thought, other than the fact that I've just died….or have I? The ground was wet, there was grass, and crickets were chirping. Wait, what? I fully regained consciousness and sat up, regarding my present surroundings. The temple was gone, and burning buildings of stone had been replaced with an over abundance of trees. One thing was for sure- I was no longer in Jerusalem. And I was almost positively not in Judea and, though I had never been outside our region, I ruled out Babylon. So, the question remained. Where was I and why was I no longer dead?

Seeing no immediate answer to my questions I assessed my situation and environment as my father had taught me, pushing aside the grief as I thought of him. My circumstances were too precarious to allow my mind to be overcome with emotions. The cut in my side healed nicely, regardless of the jagged, white scar that streaked around my waist. I had lost my sword, but retained my sling and my pouch of stones. I was just as deadly with those anyway.

I stood stock still, on sounds to orient myself, as it was dark out. I heard the rushing of water. A river was nearby. I started toward that, knowing that a river would lead me to people. I just hoped that they were friendly. Upon reaching the bank I knelt and scooped up water with my hand to drink. Looking around I managed to make out a length of rope stretching across the river with a wooden deck attached to my side next to a dock. I determined that it was for transportation to the other side.

Loud voices interrupted my examination. Shouts, followed by the sound of horse hooves drew my attention to the forest behind me. I stood by the dock slingshot at the ready, when four small people burst through the trees. I would've thought them to be children but their voices sounded like adults. One by one they ran past me, paying me little mind as they hopped on to the wood deck.

The three already on continued to shout for "Frodo," who I assumed to be the one with curly black hair and not yet on the deck. It was then that I saw them, barely visible in the inky blackness. Black men riding on black horses- metal spikes on their arms, long swords strapped to their sides, an evil air about them . . . and chasing Frodo. I had seen enough of battle to know that if someone is coming at you with swords they do not want the best for you—more so if they are going after four people the size of children who are unarmed.

I had to do something. I took up my sling, placed a stone into the pocket, lined up the shot and . . . ding.

I hate metal armor, but it got the black rider's attention away from Frodo so that he could get away. One of the small ones began pulling the deck across the water and Frodo leaped across, successfully landing into the arms of his companions.

"Get on," shouted one of them. "They are coming!" The urgency in his voice told me to listen. The black riders started toward me as I began running. They were too far out for me to make the jump all the way, but I managed to get close enough for the small ones to pull me in.

It took a minute for us to get all sort out, meanwhile I glanced back and saw the black men head back into the trees. Instinct told me that they would be looking for a way to find us again.

"Who are you?" My thoughts were interrupted by Frodo's inquiry. I was met with stares of suspicion from the other three, but most strongly from the larger one pulling the deck. I went to answer, but suddenly realized that they weren't speaking Hebrew. What baffled me even more was that I understood what they were saying. My breaths were coming out deep and ragged and my head was pounding as I tried to make sense of what was going on.

Black riders with metal armor, small people, and a language I don't know but can understand? Breathe Nasya!

"You all right miss?" one of the red haired ones asked.

I sucked in a few deep breaths before answering. "Yes, I'll be alright. I'm Nasya." I surprised myself by responding in their language.

"Nasya?" questioned the one driving. "What kind of foreign name is that?"

"I'd be able to answer that better if I knew where I was."

"You're on the way to Bree," said the shortest one.

Bree? I sank down onto the dock. A water skin was placed in front of my face until I looked up.

"I'm Frodo."

I nodded as I accepted the water.

"I'm Merry," said one with reddish hair. "This is Pippin." He inclined his head to the shortest of the bunch.

Again, I nodded. I was still trying to control my breathing. I stared at the one pulling the platform. He returned my stare evenly.

Frodo rolled his eyes. "That's Sam."

"Nice to meet you all." I stood. "Now why were you being chased by those black riders?" Everyone went so quiet that I could hear the breeze that had previously been masked by all the excitement.

"We're not really sure," Pippin said. Merry shrugged. But Frodo and Sam shared a look. It was quick, but telling. Hairs stood up on the back of my neck. My stomach clenched as I shifted into a defensive stance. Something was wrong.

So yeah, I finally updated. Hopefully, there will be more coming soon. I hope you enjoyed and please remember to review!

Blessings- WovenInASong