Chapter 1 The Introduction

Hi. I am Sara Anderson. I am 17, and I lived a normal life until January 17, 2003. I suppose that you want to know what happened. Well than I shall not deprive you. Here it goes.

I was at home that night, and my parents were visiting my grandparents, in North Virginia. My little brother was at his friend Jose's house, so naturally I had the house to myself. I drove down to the store and got pop, ice cream, bananas, popcorn, and a few movies.

When I got home I put the popcorn in the microwave and poured myself a glass of Mt. Dew. When the popcorn was finished I dumped it in to a bowl and strode out into the living room. I popped in the movie, and settled down for an uneventful night. (Yeah right.)

After the movie I chatted on Icq with some of my friends and at a little past midnight, I decided to go to bed. I stumbled to my room sleepily and undressed then dressed into my pajamas. Flipping on my radio I flopped onto my bed and snuggled into the covers. Soon I was fast asleep. Later that night I awoke to the sky rumbling and a large crack of thunder. I cursed and rolled over onto my back and pressed a pillow into my face. From my glowing alarm clock I noticed it was only 3 in the morning. Ugh. I hate it when I wake up so early. Oh well. I uncovered my face and tried to fall back into sleep. It wasn't easy. I lay awake looking at my "glow in the dark stars" until sleep claimed me.

The next thing I know there is a tremendous crack and my eyes flew open. "Stupid storm. Lights are probably going to go out an-" I was cut off by something large and heavy landing straight on to me. I gasped as all the air in my lungs flew out and I pushed against the large mass. I managed to get out from under it- whatever it was, and fell oh so gracefully on to the floor with an "oomph." What little air that I had had in my lungs was then gone.

I stumbled to the light switch and turned it on. The thing that was on my bed groaned and moved. "What the-" I cursed again and reached for the only sharp object that I saw at that moment- my sword. I unsheathed it and pressed it to the body, or what I assumed to be a body. My hands trembled and when the thing moved I poked him with it. "Hey you- are you alive?" I asked not really expecting a response.

The thing rolled over and I felt my breath get taken away. Lying on my bed was a tall *handsome* man, with light green clothes, and tiny braids tying back his golden locks. I glanced up at the pictures on my wall and realized something. 'Legolas, he looks a helluva lot like Legolas.'

The man pushed himself up onto his arms and groaned again. I poked him again with the sword and suddenly his attention turned to me. He sat up quickly and swung his legs off the bed. I stopped him with my sword to his neck. His brown eyes met my own blue ones and he raised an eyebrow. "Who are you and what are you doing here in my room?" I asked. My hands shook as I tried to keep the blade steady against his neck. I thought I knew the answer to my first question but I wanted to make sure.

"My lady, you have no need for the sword. I am not a threat to you. And to answer your first question, I am Legolas, P-" I chorused along with him tiredly. "Prince of Mirkwood, son to Thranduil, and heir to the throne of Mirkwood." His eyes widened in surprise.

I sheathed my sword and set it aside. "Lovely." I muttered. The elf cocked his head as he examined me. When a slight blush tinged his cheeks I realized what I was wearing. Spaghetti strap silk tank top with matching pants. Oops. I blushed and grabbed my robe off of the back of my door. "What are you doing here? Shouldn't you be in Middle Earth, saving the world from one thing or another?"

"My lady, I do not know how you know that I am from Mirkwood, or my name or my fathers for that matter, but I hope you will explain later." He stood and focused on me. "As to how I got here, I was being chased by a band of rouge orcs, and when I was cornered I saw an arrow fly on a steady course to my head, then I remember waking up here. Tis' all I know as of now."

"Great. As to where you are, you are in America, Ohio to be precise. Um. I think that this is an alternate reality, or different plane, or something. Cause' you are not in Middle Earth." I beckoned him to follow me in to the living room and he did.

"Um. Well. I am going to go talk to one of my friends, to see what they are doing. Knowing her, she will still be awake. Why don't you stay here, and sit, I will be right back." I ran a hand through my messy short brown hair that has light blue streaks in it and walked in to the living room to find the phone. I dialed the number quickly and prayed that Christina was up.

"Christina? Tini?" I said immediately.

"Lo'?" she answered somewhat tightly. "Sarah- is this you?!"

"Yeah-" I didn't have a chance to finish my thought when she exploded.

"You will never guess what I mean who is sitting on my bed right now! I was asleep in my room, when suddenly someone landed on me. When I turned on the light," she gasped for a breath and then sped on. "Some guy with black…brownish hair, and blue eyes, who says that he is Aragorn. Or… something like that. He landed on my bed. I think I know who he is, but... Just get your butt over here!"

"Huh." I offered quietly. I was trying to work things out in my head, and with it being early in the morning it was not helping.

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN HUH?! Who do you have over- or something I am completely serious! The guy who says he lives in a forest is in my house!" Christina's voice was hysterical. "He's sitting on my couch! He is in my house!"

"Christina-You know the guy I really…Erm… liked? You know Egos-lay? Or Orlando Bloom, as most know him…" I kept my eyes on the blond before me.

"What the heck are you talking ab- no!"

"Yeah. Why don't you come over here?" I suggested. A click and she was gone. I growled and dialed back. "You hung up on me!" I stated.

"No crap! I am coming over!" and she hung up again.

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This is a joint fic. Between both Crimson Demon, and almightysheelf08, we both have other stories, and if ya like this, then read our others. CD, is writing the odd chapters, and AMSE08, is writing the even ones! Don't worry, this will be finished and updated when CD gets off her lazy ass…

CD: HEY!!

AMSE08:Well its true! It took ya like 6 weeks to get chapter 7 up!

CD: Well I can explain, in two words…*smug look*

AMSE08: Whatever

CD: WRITERS BLLLLOOOOCCCKKKKK!!! *humph..*