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Holly:

Holly hit the orb of light going extremely fast, and with a flash of bright light, every turned to blue. She was falling rapidly through the sky, trees whizzing up to meet her.

"Ahhh!" she screeched, flicking on her wings. When had she put on her wings? Well, she was glad they were there, because otherwise, she would have fallen to her death. The mechanical wings buzzed to life, and she noted that they were Peregrines, the newest and best edition, created by yours truly, Foaly.

Wow... The wings were absolutely silent, not even emitting a slight purr. These cost a fortune to get, and now she had her hands on them. This was a dream come true, for someone like Holly.

She might have screeched with joy, but her voice died in her throat when she saw movement, and heard voices from the foliage below. She shielded herself, and prepared to dive down and face whatever had brought her here, when suddenly, Foaly's voice rang out in her head. The connection was terrible, and Foaly kept cutting out, but she could make out, "Ho..ere are...u? What's goi...?...tion is terrible...losing...ignal...Hol...? Holly!?"

The connection died, with a buzz of static in her ear, and she froze in fear. She was beyond Foaly's help now.

She followed the voices on the path beneath the trees, building up her nerve to confront the humans and ask for help. Help from humans. Who would have thought! Almost fifteen minutes passed this way.

Then, to her relief, her visor turned on, and Foaly appeared on the screen in front of her. He was still blurry, but his voice came through well enough. He was leaning over his control systems, peering at the many monitors, and he gave a loud cry, "Yes! We might just have made connection!"

The centaur turned to face her, and said, "I don't know if you got this video Holly. I hope you did. It's quite disturbing actually. Holly, you aren't on Earth anymore. You are nowhere in the universe, at least, according to your helmet locator. Be careful Holly. It took ages to get this message through. I won't be able to send you advice. I can, perhaps, just maybe, degrade your iris-cam to version 5.0. You won't have ultra-violet, or radar, but you will be able to control it with your mind. And, just a warning, it shocks worse. But hopefully you'll be able to...get back here. Good luck Holly Short, you're on your own now..."

Holly felt cold fear spill into her heart, and she clenched her hand on her Neutrino 2000. She also noticed that she had another holster hung from her waist as well. A refurbished softnose, like the ones the goblins had used in the rebellion... What in the world was going on here? Foaly had said...she was in a different world? How?! Why?! What had happened?!

She decided she needed answers. Maybe those humans could answer them. She could always mind-wipe them afterwards. She had some mind wiping tools clipping to her belt as well. She seemed to have everything. It was as if, some crazy god had loaded her up with gear, and sent her here to accomplish something.

"Alright then..." she muttered, and descended through the trees to get a better look at these humans.

She peered closer at the group. There was a very tall man, with tangled, dark hair hanging around his face. He was unshaven, and his eyes glimmered from the shadow cast on his face by his hood. He strode purposely forward, and three children, with curly brown hair, followed hurriedly after him. They all looked around fearfully, casting nervous glances into the trees. Two of them were skinny, and one was very plump. The plump one was laden with a ridiculously large pack, and led a small horse, which was carrying a ridiculous amount of baggage as well. What on earth did they need so much stuff for?

The road was made from packed earth, and went on for a good ways through the forest. They had a long way to walk, wherever they were headed to.

She drifted slowly to the ground, landing without a sound. These wings were top quality...

At least, she thought she had landed without a sound...But the man somehow heard her feet touch the soft ground beside the road, and his head whirled around. Now that she was closer, she noticed that he was wearing strange, old-fashioned clothing, and so were the children. And the children had strangely grown-up looking faces, and were barefoot. They had hairy feet! What in the world?!

What shocked her even more, was when the man flipped back his hood with one hand, and with the other, drew a sword from its sheath on his waist.

He looked around, pointing his sword not a foot from Holly's chest. She held her breath, waiting for him to leave. But when he looked straight at her, he squinted so hard that his eyes seemed to go blank, and he called out, "Who's there? Reveal yourself, demon!", and thrust his sword so close to her chest that she stumbled back.

In her shock, her shield flickered out, and she stumbled back, tripping over a tree root and landing on her behind in a pile of wet leaves.

Aragorn:

Aragorn thrust his sword at the flickering air, and a person flickered into view. A woman, in the strangest clothes. They were black with bulging objects, and hard surfaces visible in places. She had the oddest helmet, with a little window in the front of it, where her eyes were. And even stranger, she had tiny, round things protruding from her back made of a material unknown to the man.

He jerked back in astonishment, and lowered his sword. "Who are you?" he stammered, genuinely at a loss for words.

But that was his fatal mistake. He had let down his guard, and the strange woman took advantage of that, pulling out a black device that had glowing green lights on it. She quickly pointed it at each of the halflings in turn. Without even touching them, the object caused the hobbits' eyes to roll back in their heads, and fall to the ground senseless. How?! Magic!

Aragorn whipped out his sword, and hit her on the top of her helmet with the flat of his blade. This was easy enough to do, considering she was about the height of a tall hobbit. He practically towered over her.

But she seemed unfazed by the blow, and her helmet did not dent at all. She aimed the strange weapon at him, but before she could use it to knock him unconscious, he knocked it out of her hand with a deft stroke. It clattered to the ground several yards away from them. She went for it, but Aragorn was swifter, and he tackled the strange woman. The two rolled over, and he ended up on top. The woman struggled fiercely, managing to punch him in the eye. Ow... That would be a black eye later. But she stopped moving when he put his sword to her throat.

He stood, keeping the sword above her neck, and glaring down at her, said deadly quiet, "You will take off the helmet and tell me who you are if you value your life."

She hesitated for a moment, and he pressed the sharp tip of the sword a little bit harder into the black cloth that even covered her neck, and she put her hands in the air. He pulled back a little, allowing her to remove the helmet. What he saw shocked him. She was a woman, yes, that much was obvious. But what he hadn't seen through the strange helmet, was her ears. She was an elf!

Holly:

She slipped off her helmet, and the effect was instantaneous. The Mud-man gasped, and his eyes widened. He cried out, "You are an elf!"

She rolled her eyes angrily at him, but he surprised her by putting his sword back in his sheath and pulling her to her feet. "My lady, I apologize, I did not know..." he said after she was standing, and he inclined his head slightly.

What? He acted as if her being an elf was not strange? What on earth? This wasn't good. Did he know about the People? Was that why he wasn't acting shocked? He was studying her gear, with a puzzled look on his face. Her clothes were extremely different than the simple leather and cloth clothing they wore. Leather... Stupid Mud-men, always killing cows for leather.

All she knew was, this human had somehow overpowered her with a sword...A SWORD! How?! She was a LEP-Recon officer, not a baby sprite! He needed to be mind wiped. She decided that the only way she could do this without her Neutrino 2000, was to use the Mesmer. She sighed. She only used the Mesmer when she absolutely had to. It made her feel guilty to control the poor humans. She wouldn't have that problem with this one though.

When she spoke, it was layered subtly with the Mesmer, "Don't worry... I am...a friend..."

"A friend?" asked the man, his eyes glazing over slightly. "Of whom?"

"Of you! Don't you remember me?"

"No... I think I would remember if I met someone like you..." said the man, his eyes clearing.

Shoot. This Mud-man was resistant. She would have to go at it stronger.

This time, she layered the Mesmer as heavily as she could, and her voice echoed out richly, "We are friends. You trust me with your life. Go to sleep now..."

His eyes had almost fully glazed over, but suddenly, they snapped back open, very alert, and very, very angry.

"Witch! Your voice puts a spell on others! You are working for Sauron!" he bellowed, lunging at her again with his sword.

Five minutes later, her hands and feet were bound, and everything was confiscated from her. He had even taken off her LEP suit. She was almost afraid that he would find her iris cam, he searched so thoroughly. But he did not around her ears and eyes, which puzzled her. Shoot, he didn't even check the pockets of the clothes she had under her LEP suit. Not that she did have anything of use in there. Just an extra iris cam and a collapsible first aid kit. That, and two extra nuclear batteries for her Neutrino 2000, which of course, she didn't have any more. But what were the bulges in her left pocket? Surely that wasn't the extra iris cam in its case. No, there was evidently more in there. Someone had put other supplies in her pocket. If only she could reach them. But her hands were bound...Suddenly, a plan popped into her head...

The Mud-man then insulted her further, by tearing up a dirty Mud-man shirt, thick with grime and sweat, and gagging her with it.

He used another strip to blindfold her. Well, there went that escape plan... The taste of dirt and Mud-man filth was sharp in her mouth, and she resisted the urge to gag. There was no escape now. She had been defeated by a Mud-man with nothing more than a simple sword, some rope, and strips of cloth. He had used that sword in such a manner that people on Earth probably had never seen before. It was obvious that the sword was his weapon of choice, and he had mastered the art of sword fighting.

But who was he? Why did he think she worked for someone named Sauron? And why did the Mesmer not work on him?!