She blinked, and sat up. The wind brushed through her short red hair, and her eyes widened, glancing around. She was in the middle of a forest, mountains looming above her in all directions. She couldn't hear the sound of a single truck, or even a car. The forest was completely empty, and an amazing, astonishing shade of green. Too green. The air was fresh, not riddled with pollution like she was so used to. It almost choked her.
"Holy..." she murmered, looking around. She then heard footsteps approaching, a twig broke. She groaned, rubbing her head. She studied her hand - there was blood on it. Apparently, that fall had caused her a head wound. "That must be it.. I have a concussion, I'm dreaming this all."
A tall man stepped toward her, followed by another, and another, and five smaller people followed them. They were all dressed strangely, and carried large swords. One of the taller ones had a bow, and a short one had an axe.
"I have to be dreaming," she said, as she felt herself become faint. Then, sweet darkness.
She was awakened by furious shaking. The small guy with the axe was holding her shoulders, shaking her roughly.
"Woman!"
"Bloody... ugh, you don't shake a person with a concussion!" She exclaimed, sitting up and scooting herself away from him. She winced at the pain in her head. One of the taller ones, a dark haired man with a goatee and dirty clothes, loomed over her.
"You're hurt," he said, as if that was some sort of revelation.
"Does the word "duh" mean anything to you?"
"Actually.. no."
She grumbled, and stood up, brushing the dirt off her low-cut jeans. She grumbled, looking at her legs. "Grass stains.. those are *so* never coming out."
The Fellowship took a moment to look the girl over. She appeared human, with light red hair cut short for a woman. She was rather clean, and wearing strange clothing - her shirt was entirely too low cut, thought Boromir, as he struggled not to gape at her cleavage. She wore strange pants, colored dark blue, and the strangest shoes - black leather, they appeared, but with something attatched to the bottom so she was taller.
"Anyone want to enlighten me about where I am? Because, honestly, this doesn't look like Kansas, Toto."
Aragorn and Legolas traded glances. "Who's "Toto"?" asked Aragorn, studying this girl.
"Nevermind. Where in the name of all that is holy am I?"
"Just outside the forest of Lothlorien, miss," said Sam, tucking his head down.
"Uh, huh. Never heard of it. Who are you guys?"
Pippin did the introductions, pointing each of them out - Aragorn, Boromir, Merry, Sam, Frodo, Gimli, Legolas, and himself.
"You guys have weird names."
"And what is your name, miss?" asked Merry.
"Laurrianne," she replied, looking down at Merry, Pip, Frodo, and Sam. "How old are you kids, anyway?"
"Kids!" exclaimed Sam, eyes wide, "Miss, excuse me, but Frodo's well over fifty, and I'm near it myself. Pippin's the only kid here!"
"Am not!" Pippin exclaimed.
"Whatever, no way am I going to believe that little guy is fifty."
The hobbits looked at her in rage, but Aragorn stepped in.
"We have to get to Lothlorien by sundown. We can talk there."
While the others met with Galadriel and Celeborn, Laurrianne waited, looking in astonishment up at the trees, the homes in the trees, and the people around her, who seemed to glow with golden light. They were all of them beautiful, and wonderous.
Haldir, the one who led them here, watched her with mixed feelings, deciding whether to be suspicious or curious about this woman.
"Where am I?" she murmered every now and then, and each time he replied, "In the realm of the Lady of the Wood."
"Which state?" she asked with wide eyes, and he blinked at her.
"I don't understand the question, miss."
"Which state? Tell me I'm still in the U.S, that I'm not in Canada or something.." she mumbled something, and glanced to Haldir. He was gaping at her like she had grown a second head.
"Why are you looking at me like that?!" she exclaimed.
"I know not of the places you speak.. perhaps you should take coucil with the Lady," he suggested, and the girl shrugged.
"Whatever."
"You do not belong in this place," Galandriel said in a low voice, looking the girl over.
"I think I can agree with that."
"Tell me, from whence do you come?"
"Um.. L.A?"
"L.A.?" asked Galandriel in a strange voice, "That is a place I've never heard of."
This time, it was Laurianne's turn to gawk. "What country is this?!"
"Country? You are in the Forest of Lothlorien, west of Gondor, in Middle Earth."
"Middle- what are you people on?!" demanded Laurianne, shaking her head. "I-" her voice cracked, "I don't know where I am, and, and there's strange people who are all glowy, and little people with weapons, and-and-and-" she started to cry, "-and I just want to go home!"
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A/N : Hey, guys. This is one of my first fics to the list! :-D If you like it, Read and Reveiw, pretty please!
"Holy..." she murmered, looking around. She then heard footsteps approaching, a twig broke. She groaned, rubbing her head. She studied her hand - there was blood on it. Apparently, that fall had caused her a head wound. "That must be it.. I have a concussion, I'm dreaming this all."
A tall man stepped toward her, followed by another, and another, and five smaller people followed them. They were all dressed strangely, and carried large swords. One of the taller ones had a bow, and a short one had an axe.
"I have to be dreaming," she said, as she felt herself become faint. Then, sweet darkness.
She was awakened by furious shaking. The small guy with the axe was holding her shoulders, shaking her roughly.
"Woman!"
"Bloody... ugh, you don't shake a person with a concussion!" She exclaimed, sitting up and scooting herself away from him. She winced at the pain in her head. One of the taller ones, a dark haired man with a goatee and dirty clothes, loomed over her.
"You're hurt," he said, as if that was some sort of revelation.
"Does the word "duh" mean anything to you?"
"Actually.. no."
She grumbled, and stood up, brushing the dirt off her low-cut jeans. She grumbled, looking at her legs. "Grass stains.. those are *so* never coming out."
The Fellowship took a moment to look the girl over. She appeared human, with light red hair cut short for a woman. She was rather clean, and wearing strange clothing - her shirt was entirely too low cut, thought Boromir, as he struggled not to gape at her cleavage. She wore strange pants, colored dark blue, and the strangest shoes - black leather, they appeared, but with something attatched to the bottom so she was taller.
"Anyone want to enlighten me about where I am? Because, honestly, this doesn't look like Kansas, Toto."
Aragorn and Legolas traded glances. "Who's "Toto"?" asked Aragorn, studying this girl.
"Nevermind. Where in the name of all that is holy am I?"
"Just outside the forest of Lothlorien, miss," said Sam, tucking his head down.
"Uh, huh. Never heard of it. Who are you guys?"
Pippin did the introductions, pointing each of them out - Aragorn, Boromir, Merry, Sam, Frodo, Gimli, Legolas, and himself.
"You guys have weird names."
"And what is your name, miss?" asked Merry.
"Laurrianne," she replied, looking down at Merry, Pip, Frodo, and Sam. "How old are you kids, anyway?"
"Kids!" exclaimed Sam, eyes wide, "Miss, excuse me, but Frodo's well over fifty, and I'm near it myself. Pippin's the only kid here!"
"Am not!" Pippin exclaimed.
"Whatever, no way am I going to believe that little guy is fifty."
The hobbits looked at her in rage, but Aragorn stepped in.
"We have to get to Lothlorien by sundown. We can talk there."
While the others met with Galadriel and Celeborn, Laurrianne waited, looking in astonishment up at the trees, the homes in the trees, and the people around her, who seemed to glow with golden light. They were all of them beautiful, and wonderous.
Haldir, the one who led them here, watched her with mixed feelings, deciding whether to be suspicious or curious about this woman.
"Where am I?" she murmered every now and then, and each time he replied, "In the realm of the Lady of the Wood."
"Which state?" she asked with wide eyes, and he blinked at her.
"I don't understand the question, miss."
"Which state? Tell me I'm still in the U.S, that I'm not in Canada or something.." she mumbled something, and glanced to Haldir. He was gaping at her like she had grown a second head.
"Why are you looking at me like that?!" she exclaimed.
"I know not of the places you speak.. perhaps you should take coucil with the Lady," he suggested, and the girl shrugged.
"Whatever."
"You do not belong in this place," Galandriel said in a low voice, looking the girl over.
"I think I can agree with that."
"Tell me, from whence do you come?"
"Um.. L.A?"
"L.A.?" asked Galandriel in a strange voice, "That is a place I've never heard of."
This time, it was Laurianne's turn to gawk. "What country is this?!"
"Country? You are in the Forest of Lothlorien, west of Gondor, in Middle Earth."
"Middle- what are you people on?!" demanded Laurianne, shaking her head. "I-" her voice cracked, "I don't know where I am, and, and there's strange people who are all glowy, and little people with weapons, and-and-and-" she started to cry, "-and I just want to go home!"
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A/N : Hey, guys. This is one of my first fics to the list! :-D If you like it, Read and Reveiw, pretty please!
