Disclaimer: I think this shall be the last time I say it. I do not own Lord of the Rings! One of the best authors in the
world named J.R.R. Tolkien does. And I'm pretty sure you can tell which characters are mine and the ton of
characters that are not mine. Thanks for the reviews! I love you guys! Oh, and I'm sorry for leaving it at a
cliff hanger. It's just that I'm a busy gal! Blame my teachers for handing out so much darn homework!
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Stacie woke up after who knows how long. She thankfully didn't feel hurt or like she broke anything. Just a few scrapes and bruises from hitting the door a little hard.
All of the sudden she felt something poke her back. She immediatley stiffened. "Who's there?" She tried searching her purse for her gun, but then she realized her purse was still on the plane. How did she manage to get out in the first place?
"If you value your life, it would be wise to stand up and go where I lead you." Came the answer. Sounded more like something she'd say, but she normally wouldn't give her victim the chance to live.
She reluctantly stood up, and as she did so her hands were bound behind her back. Her captor lead her through a forest. After walking for about a mile they came to a large metal gate. It was unlike anything she'd ever seen before. Its splendor nearly blew her away.
"Welcome to the city of Minas Tirith." The male voice said.
"Minas Tirith?! Wait a minute, that's in Middle Earth. You're obviously mistaken."
"It is in Middle Earth, and I am not mistaken. I shall take you to the King Elessar. It's not everyday we find strange maidens wandering around Gondor."
"Thanks for the insult." She muttered. "I'm obviously being held captive by a crackpot." She thought. "I wonder if this an asylum or something." The huge gates opened as they approached.
"Hello, Legolas! Who is it you have there?" A voice called from one of the towers attached to the gate. Stacie nearly fell over laughing. This guy was pretending to be Legolas? Either she was going mad or this entire place was a haven for lunatics.
"A stranger that should be shown to the King." He yelled back, trying hard to ignore the girl's laughter.
"I knew it! Tell me the truth, now. Am I in an asylum?" She managed to say.
"No, but I am afraid you shall be if you don't stop with this behavior." He lead her through the city's gates and down a road. Her amusement turned to fear upon seeing everyone dressed like something out of medieval centuries. Reality hit her like a rock when she walked inside a building. There stood four very small people...hobbits. Nothing like that could exist in her world. Only in J.R.R. Tolkien's Middle Earth.
"But...how?" She muttered beneath her breath.
"How what?" Her captor asked, whom she now really was starting to believe was Legolas. She cleared her throat.
"Nothing. I was talking to myself." The hobbits stood back when they saw her. They mouths gaped.
"What might you be staring at? Have you never seen a woman before?" She never did like people staring at her. "I know I'm beautiful and all, but really! It's rude to stare!" She just about laughed at her own joke.
"And last I checked it was rude to be so self-proclaimed!" One shouted.
"Pippin! Shh. I am sure our guest here was only joking, right?" Another said.
"In a sense I was. You people take things too seriously!" Legolas continued leading her down a great hall. They eventually came to a large room, which was obviously the throne room. There up on a throne in the back of the room sat who Stacie took to be Aragorn. He looked somewhat the same from the movie, but more kingly and handsome. Beside him sat a fair woman with pointy ears. "Aragorn and Arwen. Hmm. They look better than in the movie." She thought.
"Ah, Legolas, my dear friend! What need have you? And who is this?" Aragorn asked, motioning to the girl that stood beside, hands tied behind her back.
"I was hunting outside the city walls, when I saw from afar this maiden dressed in strange clothing. I thought she may be a spy for Saruman so I have brought her here before you." She tried really hard not to kick the elf. But she remembered her manners and bowed before the king and queen. Aragorn nodded, acknoweldging her respect.
"I would like to hear your account of the story, lady." He said.
"I'm sorry if I worried this elf, but I am not a spy. The truth is very unbelievable. I myself can hardly believe it happened!" She said.
"Tell me and I will judge if it quite so unbelievable, but first your name."
"Oh, I'm sorry! My name is Stacie. Stacie Emeril. Well, the truth is, I really think I'm in another world. Not my own. See, where I live, Middle Earth doesn't exist. It's just a book a really good person came up with." The people in the room gasped. Aragorn cleared his throat.
"All except Arwen, Stacie, and Legolas, please clear the room." He commanded. When all left he continued. "Legolas, will you please go send for Gandalf and return here with him." Legolas turned and left the room, bowing before doing so. Aragorn turned to his queen.
"What say you on this matter?"
"She is not lying. I can see that. Her clothing and name support her story as well. I believe her." Arwen replied, smiling kindly at the young lady that stood before them.
The more Arwen looked into Stacie's eyes, the more she pitied her. Her eyes gave away much.
Stacie jumped when the doors loudly flew open. She turned and saw a tall, grey bearded man. Gandalf.
"What is this I hear of a strange girl?" He asked.
"Forgive me for being rude, but I'm sick and tired of being called a strange girl!" She clenched her fists. "Has it occured to any of you that maybe you're strange to me?"
"I am sorry. Please tell me your story. Start from the beginning, before you came to Middle Earth." Gandalf said. She took a deep breath.
"I was on a plane, when-"
"A what?"
"A plane. It's a way of transportation. It's a craft that flies across the sky with people in it. Anyway, when it took off, I fell asleep. When I woke up, everyone was screaming. I looked out my window and bolts of lightning were flying across the sky. It fried the plane controls, and then it did a nose dive. I was holding onto my chair for dear life. The next thing I knew, an explosion happened right behind me. It sent me flying to the front of the plane. I was knocked unconcious. Right before I did, though, I saw some weird light. When I woke up, I was in a field. I was immediately shown hospitality by this friendly elf." She smirked. "Which, by the way, my hands are still tied up! Please, I don't like the feel of rope to my skin." Giving Gandalf puppy dog eyes. He nodded to Legolas, who rolled his eyes and pulled out a dagger. He walked over to her and cut the ropes, letting them fall to the ground.
"Thank you."
"I am not surprised by your story. I have heard of such things occuring before." Gandalf began. "How they were dealt with, I am not sure. But I hope you can make yourself at home for the time being. Maybe we can come up with a way to send you back to your world. Is that what you want?"
"Yes, I miss my...profession."
"Then so shall it be." Aragorn said.
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A/N: Did you like it? Don't worry! Chapter three is on its way! I'm glad I changed it because I didn't like Stacie so much as a sweet, innocent girl. What do you think? Do you want Stacie to be sweet or a bad girl? I'd like to know your opinions. Please review!
world named J.R.R. Tolkien does. And I'm pretty sure you can tell which characters are mine and the ton of
characters that are not mine. Thanks for the reviews! I love you guys! Oh, and I'm sorry for leaving it at a
cliff hanger. It's just that I'm a busy gal! Blame my teachers for handing out so much darn homework!
***
Stacie woke up after who knows how long. She thankfully didn't feel hurt or like she broke anything. Just a few scrapes and bruises from hitting the door a little hard.
All of the sudden she felt something poke her back. She immediatley stiffened. "Who's there?" She tried searching her purse for her gun, but then she realized her purse was still on the plane. How did she manage to get out in the first place?
"If you value your life, it would be wise to stand up and go where I lead you." Came the answer. Sounded more like something she'd say, but she normally wouldn't give her victim the chance to live.
She reluctantly stood up, and as she did so her hands were bound behind her back. Her captor lead her through a forest. After walking for about a mile they came to a large metal gate. It was unlike anything she'd ever seen before. Its splendor nearly blew her away.
"Welcome to the city of Minas Tirith." The male voice said.
"Minas Tirith?! Wait a minute, that's in Middle Earth. You're obviously mistaken."
"It is in Middle Earth, and I am not mistaken. I shall take you to the King Elessar. It's not everyday we find strange maidens wandering around Gondor."
"Thanks for the insult." She muttered. "I'm obviously being held captive by a crackpot." She thought. "I wonder if this an asylum or something." The huge gates opened as they approached.
"Hello, Legolas! Who is it you have there?" A voice called from one of the towers attached to the gate. Stacie nearly fell over laughing. This guy was pretending to be Legolas? Either she was going mad or this entire place was a haven for lunatics.
"A stranger that should be shown to the King." He yelled back, trying hard to ignore the girl's laughter.
"I knew it! Tell me the truth, now. Am I in an asylum?" She managed to say.
"No, but I am afraid you shall be if you don't stop with this behavior." He lead her through the city's gates and down a road. Her amusement turned to fear upon seeing everyone dressed like something out of medieval centuries. Reality hit her like a rock when she walked inside a building. There stood four very small people...hobbits. Nothing like that could exist in her world. Only in J.R.R. Tolkien's Middle Earth.
"But...how?" She muttered beneath her breath.
"How what?" Her captor asked, whom she now really was starting to believe was Legolas. She cleared her throat.
"Nothing. I was talking to myself." The hobbits stood back when they saw her. They mouths gaped.
"What might you be staring at? Have you never seen a woman before?" She never did like people staring at her. "I know I'm beautiful and all, but really! It's rude to stare!" She just about laughed at her own joke.
"And last I checked it was rude to be so self-proclaimed!" One shouted.
"Pippin! Shh. I am sure our guest here was only joking, right?" Another said.
"In a sense I was. You people take things too seriously!" Legolas continued leading her down a great hall. They eventually came to a large room, which was obviously the throne room. There up on a throne in the back of the room sat who Stacie took to be Aragorn. He looked somewhat the same from the movie, but more kingly and handsome. Beside him sat a fair woman with pointy ears. "Aragorn and Arwen. Hmm. They look better than in the movie." She thought.
"Ah, Legolas, my dear friend! What need have you? And who is this?" Aragorn asked, motioning to the girl that stood beside, hands tied behind her back.
"I was hunting outside the city walls, when I saw from afar this maiden dressed in strange clothing. I thought she may be a spy for Saruman so I have brought her here before you." She tried really hard not to kick the elf. But she remembered her manners and bowed before the king and queen. Aragorn nodded, acknoweldging her respect.
"I would like to hear your account of the story, lady." He said.
"I'm sorry if I worried this elf, but I am not a spy. The truth is very unbelievable. I myself can hardly believe it happened!" She said.
"Tell me and I will judge if it quite so unbelievable, but first your name."
"Oh, I'm sorry! My name is Stacie. Stacie Emeril. Well, the truth is, I really think I'm in another world. Not my own. See, where I live, Middle Earth doesn't exist. It's just a book a really good person came up with." The people in the room gasped. Aragorn cleared his throat.
"All except Arwen, Stacie, and Legolas, please clear the room." He commanded. When all left he continued. "Legolas, will you please go send for Gandalf and return here with him." Legolas turned and left the room, bowing before doing so. Aragorn turned to his queen.
"What say you on this matter?"
"She is not lying. I can see that. Her clothing and name support her story as well. I believe her." Arwen replied, smiling kindly at the young lady that stood before them.
The more Arwen looked into Stacie's eyes, the more she pitied her. Her eyes gave away much.
Stacie jumped when the doors loudly flew open. She turned and saw a tall, grey bearded man. Gandalf.
"What is this I hear of a strange girl?" He asked.
"Forgive me for being rude, but I'm sick and tired of being called a strange girl!" She clenched her fists. "Has it occured to any of you that maybe you're strange to me?"
"I am sorry. Please tell me your story. Start from the beginning, before you came to Middle Earth." Gandalf said. She took a deep breath.
"I was on a plane, when-"
"A what?"
"A plane. It's a way of transportation. It's a craft that flies across the sky with people in it. Anyway, when it took off, I fell asleep. When I woke up, everyone was screaming. I looked out my window and bolts of lightning were flying across the sky. It fried the plane controls, and then it did a nose dive. I was holding onto my chair for dear life. The next thing I knew, an explosion happened right behind me. It sent me flying to the front of the plane. I was knocked unconcious. Right before I did, though, I saw some weird light. When I woke up, I was in a field. I was immediately shown hospitality by this friendly elf." She smirked. "Which, by the way, my hands are still tied up! Please, I don't like the feel of rope to my skin." Giving Gandalf puppy dog eyes. He nodded to Legolas, who rolled his eyes and pulled out a dagger. He walked over to her and cut the ropes, letting them fall to the ground.
"Thank you."
"I am not surprised by your story. I have heard of such things occuring before." Gandalf began. "How they were dealt with, I am not sure. But I hope you can make yourself at home for the time being. Maybe we can come up with a way to send you back to your world. Is that what you want?"
"Yes, I miss my...profession."
"Then so shall it be." Aragorn said.
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A/N: Did you like it? Don't worry! Chapter three is on its way! I'm glad I changed it because I didn't like Stacie so much as a sweet, innocent girl. What do you think? Do you want Stacie to be sweet or a bad girl? I'd like to know your opinions. Please review!