Welcome to Aniron and Elerian's collaboration story Can I Drop In?. This is our first ever collab, so bare with us as we write our story. This is going to be a humor fic, with a little unexpected romance if we feel like writing it. I know there are millions of stories like this one out there, and it is probably going to be all Mary-Sueish, but hey! We're teenagers, what do you expect from us? By the way, I don't own LOTR (bummer), or any products mentioned in this fic from here on. Ok, on with the story, please read and review. *Aniron's POV*

Chapter 1. What Just Happened?

I took a sip of the Coke in my hand as I sat on my family's multicolored plush couch, watching the, undoubtedly, best movie in the universe. 'I amar prestar aen,' I quoted along with Galadriel's voiceover, causing my best friend, Moira, to throw popcorn at me. 'Shut up, Carrie!' she hissed flinging more snack foods my way. 'That's Aniron to you!' I responded, pausing the movie just as it showed Gil-Galad, Círdan, and Galadriel receiving the three Elven rings, and throwing a handful of pretzels at her. A short-lived food fight ensued, and we collapsed on the rug in hysterics at the other's appearance. 'Y...you have popcorn in your hair!' Moria gasped just as I giggled, 'T...there's gummy worms in your hair!'

After various food items had been removed from our hair and clothing, Moira asked me a question. 'Why do you insist on being called by your character in the story you wrote's name?' I decided to answer in the most logical reasoning possible to my knowledge. "Because, my dear Elerian, I have come to the conclusion that I am actually and elf lady from the land of Lothlórien in Middle-Earth...' My brilliant speech was interrupted by an extremely rude bout of laughter from Elerian, err, Moira.

'What the hell was that for?' I demanded, hands on hips, my foot tapping impatiently on the carpet. Moira straightened herself, brushing strands of long brown hair from her face, her green eyes twinkling in mirth. I, however, was not amused by this and tossed my short blonde curls over my right shoulder narrowing my also green eyes. 'Oh please, Carrie,' 'Aniron,' I interrupted, before she started again. 'Right, Aniron, anyways, you are seventeen years old, and you shouldn't be so obsessed with this as much as you are.' I glared at her, 'We'll see who is obsessed by the time this movie is over, we'll see.'

Roughly three hours later, Moira had tackled me and was begging me for the remote control, as we chose which scenes to play back. 'Pleeeeeeeeeease give me the remote, I only want to select all of the scenes with Legolas in them, pleeeeeeeeease?' She begged as I managed to push her off, running around the coffee table with her close behind me. Just as I turned the corner, she seized one end of the remote, groping for the 'select' button. Now I'll admit, I'm a Legolas fan if there ever was one, just read my stories, but this was sheer madness! We played a mini game of tug-of-war with the small remote, and both of our fingers hit the select button at the same time. Suddenly the TV turned dark blue and there was a blinding flash of light. 'Oh shit...' was the last thing I said before the world blacked out.

Legolas Greenleaf rode his white steed majestically into Rivendell, golden hair waving slightly in the wind. He was about to dismount when his sharp elven hearing picked up a light sound that grew gradually louder. There was a bright flash, and then the sound of two identical screams filled the air. The elf prince looked up to see a young woman falling out of the sky, screaming loudly as she fell. He leapt off of his horse, just in time to catch her lightly in his arms. Two green eyes opened, and a pale hand brushed a pale blonde curl behind her ear. 'Ok, what just happened?' she asked, confused, looking around before meeting the elf's eyes.

As I met his bright blue eyes, a gasp escaped my lips. 'Oh. Dear. Eru.' I was in the arms of Legolas Greenleaf, this had to be a dream, and if it was, I didn't want it to end. I managed to find my voice, hoping that my Sindarin was good enough for him to understand. 'Mae govannem,' I managed to gasp as he put me down gently. My accent must have been atrocious, since he answered in the common tongue. 'Indeed,' his voice was soft and melodic and I almost fainted right then and there just hearing it. 'If you will excuse me, I must go and meet with Lord Elrond on some important business,' Legolas turned and began to walk away. I was surprised at how nonchalant he was, sounding as if maidens regularly fell out of the sky, until he stopped in his tracks and ran back to me, panic written on his face. Apparently I was wrong.

'I am sorry, lady,' he gasped grabbing my hand and kissing it lightly in apology. I blushed scarlet as he did this, looking away slightly to hide my embarrassment. 'What did you say your name was?' I asked, knowing full well what it was, but I didn't want him to know that. 'I am Legolas Greenleaf, son of Thranduil, the king of the woodland realm of Mirkwood.' Wow, just wow. Is it possible that anyone could look that hot while saying their name? Apparently it was. 'What is your name lady?' he asked me and I thought about it for a grand total of two seconds. 'My name is Aniron Tindómerel,' I responded, relishing the look on his face. 'Come then Aniron,' he said taking my hand, 'I will bring you to Elrond.'

Author's Note: Ok, well that's my turn, now it's Elerian's. Did you notice I didn't put where she landed? Well that's for her to decide, along with what the girls will do now that they are in Middle-Earth. Well, check back soon for the second chapter.