Ok everybody out there, a message for you. This story is really just a favour for my mate. She has written a story based on me, and put it on here. So, I have done the same for her. If you don't wish to read it, then please don't. I know this has been done before, hundreds of times, but I felt like doing one. If you don't like it, then I'm afraid my message is abrupt and to-the-point. Tough.

Now, for those of you who are going to read this story, I have put a couple of chapters up tonight, as this one is very short. If you want to review, please do. but basically, this story is for my friend. Thank you.

~Lainfaer~

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sunni07- You're the only one who actually liked the story! Did I update soon enough? Thanks for reviewing. Please do so again! ^_^

Marpessa- Yeah, yeah, alright. I get what you're saying. Thanks.

Me- You think I have talent? Thanks. I know these stories are really typical, but I just wanted to have a go. You can't blame a person for trying, can you?

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Chapter 2: Rescue or Kidnap?

Birds singing. All around her, the sound of birds singing. The ground beneath her was soft, and there were beautiful smells everywhere. She slowly opened her eyes.

Trees were above her, and through the branches she could spy bright blue sky. She groaned at her aching body, and gradually sat up, holding her head. She looked all around.

It was incredible. Trees and flowers everywhere, no matter which way she looked. She was sat on lush green grass, such as she had never seen before. She had never seen a sight like his before. She did come from Dorset, a county in England filled with countryside, but nothing could meet the beauty of this clearing.   

She struggled to her feet, and gasped at a pain in her leg. She looked down, and saw blood leaking through her dark blue jeans. There were no signs of any other inhabitants, yet she did not feel as alone as she thought she would.

//But where on Earth am I?//

She hobbled over to a nearby rock, and carefully sat down to inspect her leg. It had a long gash in it, and she knew she would be scarred for life. She could hardly remember anything, except a large bang.

She sat there for a few minutes, trying to work things out in her head. She had nothing with her, no bag, no money, or her phone. Though she doubted she could get a signal out here in the middle of nowhere anyway.

She had the strange feeling that she was being watched, and a shiver ran down her spine. She felt rather cold, and wanted her jacket. But she had left it in the car…

//The car! The crash!//

Everything came flooding back to her. She had been on her way to London, to see Natalie, and there had been a tanker. It had hit her car, and then everything had gone black. And now…she was here, in the middle of nowhere, without any means of contacting anyone. No money, no phone…what was she going to do? Just hope and pray that someone would eventually find her.

//Not even my hairbrush! I must look a state.//

Something sharp suddenly touched the back of her neck, like the thorn of a bush. She went to swipe it away, but a cold, yet calm voice stopped her.

"Do not move, unless you wish to have an arrow protruding from your neck."

She swallowed nervously.

//Crap, now I'm stuck with a mad lunatic whose got an arrow sticking in my neck! Has this raving idiot kidnapped me?//

Whoever was holding the arrow took it away from her neck, and walked round to face her. She gasped.

In front of her stood one of the most beautiful beings she had ever seen. He was tall, taller than her, and had long shimmering blonde hair. He was very slender and, she noted, had the most gorgeous toned legs! She looked up at his face, with had no spots or blemishes. His eyes were a piercing blue, and she shivered under their glare.

//Shame he's mad.//

"Who are you?" he asked, slotting the arrow back into his quiver. His bow was now in his left hand.

"My name's Amy," she replied. 

He frowned. "That is a strange name."
"Its actually quite common where I come from."

"Really? And where do you come from exactly?"

"Poole, in Dorset."

"Where?"
"Poole, in Dor…where am I?"

"You are on the borders of Mirkwood." Her eyes widened. She knew where Mirkwood was. "You mean…in Middle-Earth?"

"Of course I do, where else? How did you get here?"
"I…I don't know." Her heart was pounding in her chest. How could she be on the M25 one minute, and in Middle-Earth the next? Surely it wasn't possible.

He saw her expression change to sorrow and confusion, and felt a bit of sympathy for her. He crouched down to face her. "Listen…Amy from Poole in Dorset. You look strange to us, your clothes are different, and you have quite a strange accent. You say you do not know how you came here. What happened exactly?"
"I was in a car crash," she started to explain, but stopped at the look on his face. "Oh, a car is…like a cart on wheels, that goes very fast, and you don't need horses to pull it. You drive it, using a steering wheel. It runs on a fuel called petrol." He raised an eyebrow, but bid her continue.

"Anyway, a huge…car, hit mine, and everything went black. I woke up in this clearing, without any of my belongings except the clothes I am wearing."

"That is a strange story Amy," he said. "Well, I think you should come with us to see our King. He is very wise, and will know what to do."
"There are more of you?"
"Oh yes, plenty. They are hidden in the trees, just out of your sight. Come." He stood, and held out a hand. She smiled, and he helped her to her feet. "You are injured, lean on me." She slung an arm round his shoulder and he one round her waist. He slowly led her out of the clearing, and they started off through the forest.

More joined them as they walked, some giving her questioning looks, but most just ignoring her. She felt nervous under their gaze, and stayed as close as she could to…

"Sorry, but, what's your name?" she asked in a whisper.

He smiled. "Silivren."

"That's a lovely name."

"Thank you. Yours is strange to us, but it sounds nice."

"Its plain," she replied. "But I guess I'm stuck with it." He smiled again.

They continued in silence, Silivren helping her over small brooks and hard areas to walk on. The forest grew darker, and the trees more dense. It also grew colder, and when Amy shivered, Silivren placed his cloak around her shoulders. It was thin, yet it kept her much warmer. He did not seem to feel the cold.

"Sorry about me being so nosy," she said after a while. "And this probably sounds really rude but…what are you?"
He laughed, a beautiful sound to her ears. "We are Elves Amy."
She nodded. "I thought so."

When she and Natalie had been teenagers, 13 and 14, the Lord of the Rings had come out in the cinema. They had immediately fallen head over heels in love with the Elf of the Fellowship, Legolas of Mirkwood. Whilst the films were out, they were always drooling over pictures of him. They actually fancied the actor, Orlando Bloom, and still did. They thought he was gorgeous! But they knew that Middle-Earth and the Fellowship was just a story, nothing more. Now Amy's mind was starting to change. She had been told she was in Mirkwood, and she was with Elves.

//Oh crap! I'm going to meet King Thranduil, Legolas' father! Maybe I'll get to meet Legolas himself! Oooh…//

She daydreamed for the rest of that journey. 

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See, it was short. Now, onto chapter 3. ^_^

~Lainfaer~