Disclaimer: I do not own Lost or Lord of the Rings; they belong to their rightful owners. I only own me. I'm not making a profit from this story, this was an English project.

A/N: This is my first story so be gentle, and I know I've posted more stories but I still believe this is pretty good, so no flames please; they will be used for roasting marshmallows. Constructive critism is welcome. :P This is part two of three, keep hanging on. I hope the characters aren't too OOC, but let me know if they are and I'll try to fix it.

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IMPORTANT! Just to let you know if you have no idea what Lost is or the story line, you should go watch it or at least read the summary of it. You will be lost (no pun intended) when reading this story. You have been warned. Also another warning, this has a bit of Shannon bashing in it.

A/N 2: This is now without a beta; so I'm sorry if there are mistakes, please tell me. XD.

Thanks: Weatherlibby, thank you for the review I do appreciate it, but I'm still new on the writing thing. I will take your constructive criticism into consideration and try to make my chapters a bit longer. I have improved this chapter to be a bit longer, but there's not much more I can put into this chapter without spoiling chapter 3. On a bright note; you are the first reviewer since I put this up so this chapter goes to you. :D

Chapter 2

LOST

We explored some more, than saw half of a plane. I asked "What in the world…" suddenly Aragorn interrupted, "Shhhh." My first thought was, 'oh god, what did he hear?' I whispered, "What is it?" Aragorn heard something, so did the others, then suddenly other people poured out from a cave that seemed to come out of nowhere and a bald man, who looked in his 50s, asked in a slightly worried voice, "Who are you?" Gandalf said to him, "I am Gandalf, The White," he then pointed at Aragorn, "This is Aragorn, King of Gondor," next pointed at Legolas, "This is Legolas of Mirkwood," then pointed at me, "And this is Jessica of Ohio. We crashed on this island from a storm on a boat."

More people came out of the cave, another man, who we found out was named Jack, and looked about 30 with short black hair, said, " My name is Jack Shephard, I was a doctor before we crashed here, where ever here is. We were on a plane crash about five months ago, (A/N not sure how long it was since Walt and Michael left) we lost a lot of people and we have survived on this island so far, through teamwork. We have a man, Michael, and one twelve year old, his son Walt, on a raft that we built and we have been waiting for a rescue for a while now, is there anything you can do to help us?" We all talked about it for about two minutes or so and decided we could trust them and try to help them in any way we could.

All eight of us; me, Gandalf, Aragorn, Legolas, the man who looked about 50, Jack Shephard, Shannon, and Boone; traveled more and heard a high-pitched scream, "Shannon," Boone, a man in his low 20's with short brown hair, and in my opinion was quite cute, yelled. "Shannon," Boone yelled again and ran towards to scream. "Boone stop!" John Locke, the bald man who talked to us a few minutes earlier, yelled and ran after him. Then we all ran after them, but we lost track of them for a few minutes. We soon found them; Boone and Locke saved Shannon, who was a woman who looked not older than 23 with shoulder length blonde hair, from the poisonous snake that she had unintentionally provoked by stepping on it. It was a big swamp snake, which is unusual for an island in the middle of the ocean, I thought. And the eight of us set off again to see if there was a safe place to rest, and since the people from the plane crash knew the island better than us, we let them lead the way, but we were all still a bit weary of them. After walking for about an hour with a few breaks in between, we saw water, then the ocean and a cream colored sandy beach, and we sat down to rest on said beach.

Legolas looked around with his elf eyes and saw no land anywhere but the island. "I sense orcs," said Gandalf. My first initial thought was, 'I'm going to die, I'm going to die…" over and over, but we had to fight or we were going to die anyways. We get ready to fight; Gandalf gave me his sword and pulled out his staff. The orcs attacked us and we all fought. Two went after Shannon and Boone, but were soon dead from Locke's sharp knife skills, three went after Aragon and Legolas, which were soon slashed to death by their sword, and two more went after Gandalf, he fried them with his staff magic (A/N not sure if he has magic, either), and when I say fried, I mean charred to a crisp. I was terrified out of my mind, so Gandalf yelled at me to hide, and gauntlets were thrown and we, well they did, I cowered behind a tree, not wanting to die, killed all the orcs after a couple of minutes, but three somehow escaped without us noticing and went to their master, who I never wanted to meet, ever. We all cheered and celebrated because we won the fight; no one was hurt so that was a good thing. Apparently after John killed the two orcs, he had the urge to hunt, so he just left us there to go hunt. I'm not so sure I trust him, but he seems like a man you want on your side if you want to live. I asked, to no one in particular, "Where is Locke?"

"He went to find some boar for us to eat, he seemed determined to do so," said Sayid, an Iraqi man in his late 20's or early 30's with ear length black curly hair, who just appeared in the middle of the fight from out of nowhere, or at least that's what it seemed to me. I thought it was unusual for someone to not care like that, but Sayid told me that it was normal Locke behavior.

The next day, around 8:00 am, Locke came back with a boar; it was a big black boar with large white tusks; I'm surprised that he was able to kill something that size without getting hurt. We cooked over a fire that Aragorn had made and ate it, I didn't like it one bit, since I'm a vegetarian, but it was food and I was hungry. Around noon we set off to find the caves, again, then after walking along a path that could barely be seen for about ten minutes, we found the orcs secret hideout, which didn't seem so secret since it was out in an open space in the jungle, but we ran for it, my idea, so to avoid another battle since we were all still a bit worn out, and managed to escape without a single orc noticing us, they are such big morons, surprisingly since Shannon wouldn't shut up, with that annoying voice of hers. While we were running, I tripped over Shannon, who had tripped on a root sticking out of the ground, like a klutz, and we were left behind on our own, not surprisingly since the others probably thought we were right behind them. I yelled at her, "what are you doing, don't just lay there, run!" We got up, after much yelling from both Shannon, and me, and started running, but we were completely lost. Shannon told me that she knew how to get back to the beach, which I was surprised about since I thought she was a clueless blonde who could get everyone killed just because her nail was broken. When Shannon and I went looking for the others and the beach, we heard a deep, guttural growl, then a rumble that seemed to shake the jungle floor, then something started to chase us, something big, I didn't know what it was, but it terrified me to no end. We were in some serious trouble, we both ran and something big and hard hit me and all I saw was colors, then shapes, than darkness.

A/N: I tried to make it longer than it originally was, so I hope I did ok, let me know how I did. I do appreciate constructive criticism, but please be gentle; I'm still new at this writing thing. I would love to know what you think of the chapter so drop me a review and if you have any major questions, please feel free to tell me, whether in a review or a PM, I welcome it. PLEASE REVIEW!