Mwahahahahahahaha! This is my first fic, so dun' laff at me, 'K? Well, here we go!

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Disclaimer: No, unfortunately, I do NOT own any of Tolkien's characters (L-e-g-o-l-a-s… *drool-drool*) nor do I own the lands in which they travel. I will make up things from time to time and the people you don't know are mine but other than that they're Tolkien's.

[A/N: This is the only time I will say this.]

Thanks to my beta reader, Kathy-chan a.k.a. Kat.

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Moon Song

Chapter 1- WTF?!!

(revised edition)

Gloriously green oak and pine trees swayed simultaneously in the breeze, leaves ruffling like a bird's feathers. The sun shone with silent mirth in a bright blue sky, unmarred by cloud. Birds sang sweet songs of happiness and mate calling, silver notes covering the air with honey-water. But one figure did not fit in with this joyful scene. Gloominess and rage hung about her with heavy gray curtains.

Alyce sat on the curb, slouched over. Her shoulders trembled and had anyone looked at her face they would have noticed that tears were flooding down her face and her blood-shot eyes were half-lidded. "How could they have done that to me, the ass-holes. Dammit!" She had just been fired from her job…again, her fifth job that week. But that was just the straw that broke the camel's back.

She had never been happy as a child but had been obedient and her parents had loved her dearly. But when she was but nine years old, her parents had died during a house fire and she had somehow lived, she had grieved for weeks on end, contemplating suicide, even at such a young age. She was sent to a foster home, her closest relative, her grandmother being too old to child-raise. Her foster mother cared nothing for her and was only in the business for the extra money it brought in every month. [A/N: Sorry if I offended any foster families out there. Not all of them are like that. This is just for effect in the story.] Her foster siblings relentlessly ridiculed and stole from her, beating down her self-esteem. She had never been in the 'in' crowd at school and she was somewhat of an outcast from society. Alyce then became more withdrawn and less likely to trust others. She trusted her friend, Kathy, but she was the only one. As soon as she was of age, she moved in with her and they shared an apartment together.

When Alyce got out of college, she worked two jobs to support her ailing grandmother and pay her part of the rent.

The young woman sighed despondently and wiped her waterlogged face on her now drenched sleeve. She stood up and dusted herself off, deciding to go 'home'. It was beginning to get cool.

As she walked down the concrete sidewalk to her apartment she wondered if Kathy was home yet. She glanced down at her wristwatch and it read: 5:06. Yup. Kathy was home. Gods, how can I tell her that I lost another job? Oh man, she's gonna throttle me. That was, to say the least, not an interesting prospect.

Great! So now what? I have to go home anyway…but who says I have to stay there? A wicked smile graced her lips for but a moment then disappeared. She had thought of a brilliant plan. Or so she had thought at the time.

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Kathy sat at the large mahogany dining-room table, studying for an upcoming visual arts exam. It was the mid-term and she was studying like the dickens. "Damn college *grumble-grumble*, too much homework *grumble-grumble*." She was about to toss a few 'colorful phrases' at the Powers-That-Be, when the front door opened and closed quietly but Kathy heard it anyway. Alyce was never known for her stealth.

"Alyce? Is that you?" Of course you idiot, who else would it be? She chided herself. No answer from the intruder. "Heeelllllooooo?" Still no answer. "Dammit, I hate it when she does this." Kathy muttered softly, annoyed by her friend's taciturn behavior. "Alyce, are you there?"

"Of course. What kind of a stupid question was that?" She heard mumbled around the corner. The voice then quietly added. "Who the hell else would it be?" Kathy rolled her eyes in aggravation and returned to her work.

Alyce slipped into her bedroom and shut the door behind her. Sighing, she sat down with a plop onto her bed, the comforter bouncing with the mattress. What to do. What to do. She looked up at her closet door across the room from her. Her plan came back to mind, tempting her with wishes of solitariness and freedom from life. She smiled and jumped up suddenly from her bed, upsetting her stuffed animals. [A/N: Yes, she still has stuffed animals. It's an insecurity thing.] Striding across the room, she opened the closet door and grabbed her old backpack. Tossing out the residing junk in it, Alyce seized the laptop from her work desk, her portable CD player and CD pouch and pitched them into the bag along with her Bowie knife, some snacks, and a spare change of clothes. After changing into her 'traveling clothes', she grabbed her house keys off of her bureau and walked into the hallway and glanced into the kitchen; and upon noticing her friend still slaving over notes and textbook, she scribbled a note on a Post-it® note and strode out the front door.

The sun still shone brightly as ever, cheering her slightly. A small breeze tousled her hair like a mother's touch and the trees sang with the wind. The nearby woods called to her and the birds chirped happily, sprinting from branch to branch in a ridiculous dance of joy. Alyce smiled, truly smiled, for the first time in months. The day might turn out all right after all.

As she walked into the forest, the atmosphere changed dramatically. Not only was it happy, it was exuberantly happy. Her heart fluttered in her chest, the pure bliss of the place lifting it to new heights. She loved the forest. After a while, she climbed up a close by oak, taking her time, not having exercised in a long time. Alyce sat panting for a moment and opened up her messenger bag-type backpack. She took out a Vanilla Coke, which fortunately for her, was still cold and a Snickers bar. When she finished her snack, she packed her trash in to the bag and slid down the trunk of the tree, succeeding in giving herself a 'trunk burn'. "Ow, dammit!" She screeched indignantly. "Stupid tree." Grumbling, she moved her bag's strap back onto her shoulder and continued on.

She came to a jumble of rocks a little while later. Some of them sat in a sort of arch like a cave entrance, except there was no cave behind it. Alyce walked it, intrigued. It sort of looked like someone had carved something on it. She couldn't quite make out what it said. They appeared to be runes. Yeah right. Like some idiot ran all the way out here to carve runes on some stones. Get real, self. She laughed at herself and stepped through the archway. After about a minute of walking, the path began to get misty. She turned back. Yeah. The archway was still there. A little while longer, and it began to become quite foggy. That's odd. She thought to herself remotely. She pivoted her head around. It was still there. But soon she was walking through roiling clouds of dense fog. Oh shit. What have I done? There was no sign of the archway behind her. Hell, there was no sign of anything around her.

Her heart began to pound rapidly in her chest and her glances began to be frantic, searching for a glimpse of anything around her. I can't go back now. She thought, panicked. So now what? She sighed. She could do the only thing possible. She continued to go forward. A while later, the fog started to clear up. She could now see a few dark shapes taking form about her. She cautiously went forward to touch one.

It was a rock. A slimy, noxious rock but a rock nonetheless. Black acrid ooze came off into her hand. "EEEEWWWWWW!!" She shrieked, flinging the slime out of her hand, shaking it furiously to get the last bits off. She made a decision right then and there not to touch those rocks again. She shuddered in remembrance and went on. All of the haze was now gone and a bleak landscape greeted her eyes. She whirled back around, thinking that she was going insane. She was just in a beautiful forest a few minutes ago. All traces of the stone archway had vanished. The same desolate scenery showed itself in all directions. It was a miserable, black desert land that stretched for miles in all directions. Where the hell am I? What am I doing here? And how the hell am I gonna get outta here?

Hey, you see that pretty button down there. Shiny, isn't it? You want to press that button. Yes. You want to press that pretty button. Because if you don't I'm going to feed you to my pet elf Legolas [A/N: Not to be confused with the original, although I do wish it was.]!!

All flames will be used to warm me and my pet elf's frigid toes and fingers.

Do not worry! It will get better next chapter! TRUST ME!