Disclaimer: actually entering into the other-worldly part of the story so for the first time this actually seems to come across as necessary. Don't own the Uruks. Wouldn't want to anyhow, ugly beastly creatures. Probably smell. Don't own the Hobbits either, but how fun would that be? "This is my Hobbit. He can do tricks." I own the others. Except the Young Woman. You'll see.

Previously in our story:

"What is the Nexus?" Taylor

"The center, outside of space, thought and time. The place where all things, all universes begin and branch out, including your own." Avatar

"You created me. I'm the one you've been waiting for, the one who can access the Power of the Ages." Taylor

"No, You are the Power of the Ages." Avatar

"What am I? What is my power? What is this Us you keep mentioning?" Taylor

"You are the Chosen, the one for whom we have long been waiting. You are the Son of the Universal Power. You are the Power. You have seen what you are, what we are. We are one. The same. We are the Power." Avatar

"Soon the time will come when it will be made unfathomably clear and you will no longer be able to hide from it or deny it. In order to Become you must first submit." Avatar

"My dreams. This is where they come from. What is that?" Taylor

"What is next. All that is to come. Don't you see it? The Countdown? It's closer now than it has ever been. The Big Bang grand finale is approaching. It is coming hard and fast and you have to be ready to do what you must. There will be choices that you have to make. Decisions with consequences. But it will be easier. Soon you will know all that it is you need to know about who and what you are and with that knowledge the choices will flow out of you." Avatar

"Frodo?" Taylor

"Do you hear that?" Taylor

"Hear what?" Ashlee

"That music." Taylor

"You brought me into a movie?" Taylor

"This, is not a movie. This is a parallel world." Hosha

"Care to tell me why I'm here?" Taylor

"You are going along. The Evil here is stronger than it is supposed to be. Something else is at work here that does not belong in this world." Hosha

"All that is known is that something is feeding the darkness of this world, making it stronger, more deliberate. It is growing, out of order. Things are chaotic, but the cause, things are, unclear." Hosha

"What must I do?" Taylor

"Save the world." Hosha

"A big other worldly badness is threatening the existence of Middle Earth and since our world created Middle Earth, I am duty bound to protect it. So I'm going there to stop the badness." Taylor

"Middle Earth and the Buffyverse exist as parallel dimensions that are deeply intertwined with our own. We created them." Taylor

"How?" Justuce

"By believing in them. You see, it all started out small, with on person having an idea. That's what started the possibility. As Tolkien and Whedon kept imagining and extending and refining their ideas, they added layers and complexity, breathing life into them. But they were each only one person. One usually isn't enough to create a world. Tolkien wrote his ideas down in books; the books spread the ideas to others." Taylor

"And Joss Whedon made a TV show called Buffy the Vampire Slayer." Justuce

"More and more people read and saw these worlds and they imagined them. And believed in them. Collective belief is a very powerful force. It can change the course of the future. Stop wars...Overthrow governments..." Taylor

"Create New Worlds." Neah

"But you see, even though we created them, they don't they were created. In their worlds, they've always existed. We're the ones who were created by them." Taylor

"In Buffy land, we are a TV show to them. So, in Middle Earth, I guess we're a book. We were created by someone in their worlds, at least to them." Neah

"You feel it too, don't you?" Ashlee

"Yeah." Neah

"Feel what? What do you feel?" Justuce

"The Power." Neah

"What did you mean by 'the Power'?" Justuce

"It's a central theme in the stories. The Ring is a representation of power, Ultimate power. It's seductive and highly sought after and it corrupts if not careful. There's a center on power everywhere in that world." Ashlee

"And?" Justuce

"And Taylor is Power." Neah

The three girls watched as, on the small screen, five Uruk-Hai stalked slowly through the forests of the Shire, closing in on an unaware group of four small Hobbits.

"Find Reese and get him the frell here now!" Ashlee

"Trees are pretty

And trees are fun

But they stand up tall

And hog the sun."

-Journey Wonakowa, "Life of a Short Person"

Chapter Three:

Then the World Went Black

"Okay, I'm here. Ow!" Taylor stepped out of the small cave and was greeted by the blinding sun. As he held up his hand to block the sunlight, he noticed his arm looked different. Gone was the inky darkness of his leather jacket. Now he could see the skin of his arm and... the... leather wrist band? Okay, this was new.

He stopped to evaluate his apparent change in apparel. Instead of his leather duster, he now had on a green hooded cape. Instead of his t-shirt, he now wore a green sleeveless tunic over a brown tunic with sleeves that went to his elbows. Leather wristbands encircled his wrists and fingers. Around his waist hung a large sheath containing a broad sword.

Replacing the jeans he had been wearing he now wore brown old school ranger type pants with tall boots and leather sheathes strapped to his thighs containing throwing knives. He had a quiver on his back with a bow beside it, held on by a strap that crossed his chest. He reached back and could feel the handles of his favorite sais.

"I look like Robin Hood," he said, then out of a sudden intuition, reached up for his ears. "As an Elf." His ears were now pointed and his dark raven hair reached just past his ears and was pulled back by a leather lace. "Robin Elf," he quipped to himself, and then felt her behind him. He turned around and found himself eye level with the lower part of a woman's chest. "...Only much shorter, excuse me!" Taylor protested, now annoyed. He backed up a bit to look up at Hosha, who looked down on him with a grin.

"Yes?"

"What's with the height here? Are you bigger? Or am I..."

"You are," Hosha said with a smile, walking around the miffed little man.

"Why?" Taylor huffed. Why was he short? He didn't want to be short. He didn't feel as threatening and powerful being this small. He felt bad for M&M.

"It will be helpful to you. The forces of darkness in this story search for the Halflings," Hosha explained to Taylor.

"Oh, sense made. Understood," Taylor said as he flicked through the story in his mind. She was, of course, right. As usual.

"Besides, your power does not have any correlation with your size. You would be just as powerful whether you were as big as an elephant or as small as a mouse."

"Hobbit size will do fine, thank you. So what now? What are your all glorious instructions for my ever so important mission?" Taylor asked, looking up at her expectantly.

Hosha leaned down so that her nose was almost flush to Taylor's. "Save the world." And with that, she burst into millions upon billions of little dusty particles that evaporated into air around him, leaving Taylor alone, and again a bit miffed.

"Oh, right!" Taylor said loudly, annoyed. What the hell was he supposed to do? He didn't even know where he was! Of course, she would have only told him that 'everything will fall into place on its own, all he had to do was wait'. For the first time, he really looked around at his surroundings. He stood at the base of a rocky hill, near the mouth of the small cave he came out of. It was all browns and greens as far as the eye could see with all the tall trees, underbrush, grass, and forest floor. There were spots of color here and there from flowers, but overall there was a pleasant calm earthy feel.

But the calm earthy feel went fleetly from his body as Taylor picked up another sensation. Immediately all his senses were on high alert. A darkness, a force of power that didn't sit right with him. It was wrong and not congealing, it didn't fit the aura of the world he was in; it wasn't supposed to be there. But most disturbing of all to him was that it felt familiar. He growled and looked around him. It couldn't be. Not again. Not here.

Taylor. A voice floated into his mind. Neah.

"I hear you babe, what's happening?" Taylor asked, concerned. Was his presence already having a big effect on things?

The story's wrong.

"How? What's wrong?"

Uruk-Hai. Five of them, to your left. About, fifty yards.

"Now? They aren't supposed to happen yet." Taylor squinted to his left and heightened his visual acuity.

We know, they just, appeared. Then he saw them. Five large gray beastly creatures stalking through the woods. They're hunting.

"Hunting what?" He asked, not entirely sure he wanted to hear what he knew was coming.

Hobbits. Go!

Taylor bolted

The Uruk-Hai moved quietly as they stalked their small and oblivious quarry. There was an uncharacteristic feel to this movement. They were supposed to be barbaric, feral beings, only interested in blood. Not so calculating. They seemed to have a direct plan, a chilling order to their movements that made it seem as if they worked from one mind. They slowly began to fan out as they moved to surround the happy chattering Hobbits.

Two of the beasts let out quick grunts and then fell to the ground. The others wheeled around, scanning the forest, not even bothering to look at their fallen comrades, who lay still with arrows protruding from their skulls. A quiet thump on the ground near the group made them turn to look, and growl.

Taylor stood, battle ready. Sword drawn, feet apart, hair hanging down giving him a haunting appearance for someone only four feet tall, hunched in attack position. "You don't belong here," he growled.

The leader of the Uruk-Hai growled and pointed a gray finger at him. "Halfling!" He snarled.

"You wish," Taylor said.

The three beasts sprang at him. Taylor launched himself up off the ground so that he flipped over their heads and landed behind them, slicing off the head of the closest Uruk on the way down. The other two turned back at him and roared, swinging their swords down ferociously. Taylor dodged and moved away, faster than the eye could see.

The Uruks came at him again, sending Taylor running up the nearest tree trunk and flipping backwards over the heads of the beasts, kicking one back across the small clearing and skewering the other through and tacking it onto the tree. The beast lashed about wildly, unfazed by its impalement, until Taylor leaped up onto its back. The Uruk thrashed its arms around, clawing at the small boy clinging around its neck, desperately trying to throw him off. Taylor got a grip on its chin and forehead, then snap, the Uruk's neck broke and it slumped forward against the tree.

Taylor pushed himself back and onto the ground again. He stood panting, quietly tuning into the surroundings, wondering where the other beast had gone during all of that. A sense of darkness suddenly washed through his veins, chilling him. I see You. A female voice whispered in his mind, a voice he couldn't quite place and wouldn't have time to think on.

He cried out in surprise as a searing pain shot through his back and into his belly. He looked down to see the tip of an arrow sticking out through his shirt, a small bit of blood accompanying it. He felt a dizzy wave flash through him and he slowly turned around to see the lead Uruk-Hai behind him notching an arrow for another shot.

"I don't think so," Taylor growled through gritted teeth.

As the beast raised the bow to fire, it saw the boy flash white and release a primal scream. Then, from the body of the boy, lightning came flashing out, striking the last of the Uruk-Hai with unlimited bolts of continuous electrical energy until its entire body had been fried to a smoldering crisp.

Taylor stood panting quietly amidst the bodies as he reached behind him to the arrow. "Ah!" with a quick pull it was out and he fell to his knees. The blood from his body poured out into his waiting hand. 'Heal,' he thought in his mind and his body responded, beginning the slow process of repair.

In an airy dazed state he watched as the bodies of the Uruk-Hai began to shiver and morph, oozing together to come and mold into a solitary figure before him. He looked up to see Her smiling down at him, once again feeling the cold chill of familiar darkness. "How?" He whispered in dazed confusion as she bent over to kiss him on the forehead.

"Be seeing you, Baby," she whispered, and faded away into the forest air.

"Oh, sure, fade away. Leave me here," He said in a dazed non caring voice. He then registered a gasp from behind him. He turned to see four familiar Hobbits looking down at him. "Oh, hi," Taylor said and waved at them (using the hand with the arrow in it, the other pressed to his stomach). "I think, I think..." he said as the others gaped at him wide eyed, "I'm passing out now."

Then the world went black.

She watched as the small Hobbits lifted the injured boy off of the ground. She smiled to herself; everything was coming along perfectly.

End of Chapter Three. Again, Questions and Comments and Critiques will be welcomed and considered to the best of my ability.

Taylor the Implicative