Disclaimer- I do not own any of these characters. Except maybe Autumn, Jessie, and a few other people in the "human world". Did I forget anything?

Key

:elvish:

magic making

Thoughts

"Normal speech"

Chapter 1

Getting To That One Place…

Autumnquickly stuffed a few necessities into her knapsack. Bundling a few of her clothes into rolls and stuffing them under her blankets, she surveyed the effect as she shoved her thick glasses higher up onto the bridge of her nose. It was an old trick, but one that had been tried and proven many times. She sprinkled a few crumpled tissues on the floor and where her head would have been. She had made sure to complain of a headache and stuffy nose when she got home, so she would have some time, and no one would think to check to see if it was really her under there. She slipped on her Chuck Taylor's and cautiously opened the door, she could hear her mother crashing around in the kitchen and the television blaring, no one would hear her. She stole down the hall to the fire escape window, and slipped out. Crouching there below the window for a moment, she listened for any sounds of pursuit. Nothing. No surprise there, pissants.

She tapped (A/N: huh, tapped?) down the fire escape and out of the alleyway into the streets of New York City! Broadway! Excitement! Potheads! More potheads! Old people scolding the potheads! Heheh.

Any hoot, Autumn ran about three blocks before, Ah, shit! She turned into the nearest phone booth.

Ring. Ring. Ring. Ring (A/N- and so on for a few more seconds). "Halloo?" came a female voice through the ear piece.

"Jessie!" Autumn gasped, "Can I stay at your place for a bit?"

"Uh…" She waited with baited breath. "OKIES!"

Autumn winced away, mumbling about how she'd be there in a few.

"So, you decided to 'get away' huh?" chirped Jessie after dinner (yum! Fooooooood…).

"Yup," replied Autumn languidly (ooo! Big word heehee.) "I just wanted to escape from," here she lowered her voice to the narrator's impression. "The dreaded Elizabeth! Ooaaaaauuuuuuuuuuurrrrrrr!" Jessie collapsed in a fit of giggles and Autumn strolled out of the adjoining bathroom.

"Nice shirt," Jessie said grinning. "And may I say what a lovely pair of legs you have?"

Jessie chortled as Autumn twisted and posed provocatively. She was wearing an oversized red T-shirt that had the words "Here I am, what are your other two wishes?" underneath was just a simple red girl boxer. "Oh, yes. You know I'm hot!" she drawled wickedly.

"Yeyah, babay!" Jessie choked. "Come to me now!" The two collapsed in giggles.

After a good long laugh at the expense of each other, they both crawled into the blankets. And after a moment of silence broken by car horns and colorful curses, Jessie spoke up.

"Autumn?"

"Hmm?"

"Why don't you like your family?" Autumn sighed as she pondered to find a delicate way to put it. There was absolutely no way.

"Well," She began. "I guess it could have something to do with the fact that my mother is a psychotic homophobic, who believes that I hide a bong in the bathroom. Or it may be that my father is a shivering wimp who agrees with everything that SHE says to save his own ass. Maybe it's my sister, who can't seem to go three seconds without trying, no, actually succeeding in getting me in trouble every day for no other reason than that I won't do everything including sitting up and begging on her command."

Silence from the other end. Then a sigh of confusion drifted through the air.

Autumn said nothing more, deciding then that it was prudent to just fall asleep. Her glasses gleamed in the soft glow of the streetlamp through the window.

Silence. That's all there was. Ordinarily to you country folks (heehee) this might not have been all that abnormal. But Autumn was a city girl. She was used to hearing some sort of noise, horns, yelled curses, the loud murmurs of many conversations. This quiet was positively unholy. She propped open one eye, then snapped open the other in shock. There was color! Greens, blues, browns, reds, and a gorgeous sandstone hue. She reached out to where she had originally put her glasses. Suddenly alarmed she got to her hands and knees and began frantically searching for her main mode of sight.

Their was an uprising of masculine murmurs around her and she panicked and began chanting under her breath, "Oh god, oh god, oh god, oh god,"

: How did she manage to work this sorcery:

: I do not know, but it is not something that should be.:

Oh, fabulous. Autumn thought. First I'm kidnapped, and then the perpetrators are talking gibberish. Fantastico! She spoke up in a tremulous voice, "Please," she stammered. "Please, I can't see. Please give me back my glasses."

Silence.

Then, a small splotch of color detached itself from the rest. Approaching her cautiously she watched it warily, hoping it didn't have some sort of an ulterior motive. As it came into focus, her eyes widened in shock and horror. Oh my fligger flub! It was a fookin hobbit! An honest to MFG hobbit! A small whimper forced its way out of her throat. He hesitated, and then gently set his hand on her shoulder, like she was a frightened animal that he should be very delicate with. A small part of her snorted at that thought, but was quickly engulfed by the sound of him saying,

"You are going to be all right, we mean you no harm." His face seemed friendly enough. So she gathered enough courage to say,

"Who are you and where the hell am I!"

A chuckle sounded from the general direction of where the hobbit had come from. And a tall smear of grey stepped forward. "That is Mister Frodo Baggins," A horrible feeling started in the pit of my stomach. "And you are in Rivendell." That feeling exploded into little shiny bits.

A shrill scream of pure shock and PMSiness sliced through the air. "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"

All the colors stumbled back with cries of pain and some colorful curses thrown in.

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! She thought, ignoring this lovely fact. Why, god, why!

She pulled her knees to her chest and began rocking back and forth and making small animal sounds in the back of her throat and babbling nonsense.

Authors Note: thanks for reading this, its absoballylutely fabulous of you. I realized after a bit that I was teetering dangerously close to making this a Mary Sue at the part where she starts asking for her glasses, but I think I bounced back rather nicely with the screaming and stuff. It's my first fanfic, so please be kind and tell me what a flame is? Lol. Love to all and sundry! And don't forget to review. Thankya!

Goergiana