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The sun was high in the sky by the time Margaret awoke. She laid where she was for several moments before opening her eyes.

Green shapes wavered before her, making a low, whistling sound. A soft breeze kissed her face as the sun warmed her. ' Everything is so bright and beautiful,' she thought. Sighing, she closed her eyes and enjoyed whatever blissful creation she had entered into.

Then, as sudden as that idea occurred to Margaret, she jolted up off the ground. 'Where am I?' she asked herself, 'Where are Eva and Laura? Where is the orphanage?' Spinning around in a circle, Margaret noticed that all around her were trees. Pin needles littered the earths floor, and the sun poked through the canopy of leaves above her.

'This does not look like New York City!'she thought. Margaret had never been outside of New York, and began to panic.

As if panic conjured up something bad, a foul smell reached her nose. She could feel the earth begin to tremble beneath her feat. A little ways off, she thought she heard something like metal hitting metal. For several moments, she did nothing but stand there.

Then Margaret gasped as the bushes in front of her parted to reveal something she had never seen before. In front of her was a black creature with red eyes. It snarled its hideous looking teeth at her, and spoke in some language that Margaret didnt recognize.

She stumbled back as it approached, and fell to the ground. Backing away, she wondered if perhaps this was all just a nightmare. That maybe she would wake up and find her mother smiling at her, telling her everything was going to be all right. Tears came to her as she felt a prick in her hand. Margaret looked to see she had cut herself on something. 'This could be no dream then,' Margaret thought, ' Ma always said that no matter what happens in dreams, you cannot feel pain. And I can feel this.'

Margaret was pulled back to reality by a hand on her neck. The creature had its slimy, black hand around her throat. Its grip tightened, the pressure becoming almost unbearable. She grabbed and pulled, but the creature just grinned back. Her mind screamed as air supply was cut off. 'No!' she thought desperately, ' Please!'

In front of her, the creature smiled in delight. She looked into its eyes, and started in wonder as its face began to run with a black liquid. Something stuck out of the side of the creatures head. It seemed to look shocked for a moment. Then the grip around Margarets neck loosened and it fell backwards. Margaret stood up and reached out a shaky hand. A long, narrow piece of wood protruded from the ear of the creature. The smooth piece of wood seemed to have a set of white feathers at the end. She stared at it curiously for a moment, before a voice interrupted her.

Margaret turned swiftly to see seven, tall men standing in front her. They all wore strange clothing and had long hair. She noticed that some carried swords and others had bows in their hands. Margaret had heard about these from tales her mother used to tell her. 'They shot that creature with an arrow?' Margaret questioned herself. She thought it was an arrow, but could not be sure, for she had never seen one before. 'Oh, no!' she said with some alarm, ' What if they shoot me too?' Not knowing what else to do, Margaret turned and fled.

Margaret ran as fast as her legs would carry her, but did not get very far. These men, she realized, were fast. Running in a forest was something Margaret had never done before, and inevitably tripped and fell. Knowing that they would catch her now, she backed herself up against tree.

She was startled when one of these men dropped down in front of her. She watched as he slowly kneeled in front of her, so they were almost eye level. Margaret sat, still terrified, and watched the man before her. He had golden hair that reached past his shoulders. She almost laughed when she saw that some of it was braided. 'Men dont wear braids!' she told herself. But what puzzled her the most was the shape of his ears. They certainly werent like anyone elses she had seen before.

The man before her spoke in some kind of language that she did not understand. He seemed to sense her confusion, because he spoke again, and this time, Margaret understood a little of what he said.

" Do not be frightened," he said with a soft voice, " I will not harm you."

Margaret, being a child of seven, simple accepted this answer. However, she distinctly remembered that there had been other men with him.

" What about the other men?" she asked fearfully.

" Men?" asked the one before her with a slight smile, " We are not men, child. We are elves. And the other elves would bring no harm to you."

" One of them hurt that other creature. I mean, I have no problem with that. That thing was terrible. "

" That was an orc," said the elf somewhat puzzled. He really wondered why she didnt know what an orc was. Every being in Arda knows what an orc is.

" What is an elf?" Margaret asked curiously.

" I am an elf," he said, " And my name is Glorfindel."

A/N: Yea, I stopped there. Oh well, next chapter should be up quick.Review if you have any comments, please.

Special thanks to all my reviewers!

aknightofni: Thank you for your review! I actually was thinking that it wouldnt fit into fanfiction for a while. I know that many of the girl-falls-into-ME stories are the same in a lot of ways. Im going to try to keep this idea as original as possible, although the first few chapters may not seem like it. I have a pretty good idea where this is going now. It is either going to be a really fluffy story or an action one. Im trying to balance the two out. Anyway, I hope you enjoyed this chapter. The next one will be up very shortly.

Radical Princess: Thank you! I am glad you like it.