Alright! This is the sequel to Welcome to My World, so some things might not make any sense to you if you haven't read that…you might want to! ^_^ Enjoy!

Denotes Sindarin

Return to Middle Earth

Kayo

Chapter I: Eight Legged Freaks

A bird was chirping. Chirping, chirping, chirping away as the sun barely managed to stream through the thick canopy of the trees. Chirp, chirp, chirp. Oh the chirping. It was driving Shawn freaking MAD! Couldn't that bird just combust and die, leaving the world in peace?! It could do everyone a favor and break its own beak off and beat itself with it. It didn't help that Shawn was lying in a puddle of mud with dirty leaves…wait, mud? Where did that come from? Huh? Oh, if I open my eyes, that might help.

Shawn's eye lids slowly widened. What he saw wasn't what he was expecting. Well, for one, he wasn't expecting to be lying on the side of his face, successfully getting mud in his ear, along with the rest of his clothes soaked through with grime. But to wake up in a forest was a somewhat new experience for Shawn. When I last checked, I was standing near a big green field…

He slowly stood up, a wave on nausea spread over him, forcing him to lean against a tree nearby. His muscles were aching for some forsaken reason; he could only guess why. What had happened to him? Where was he? Why couldn't he remember anything? And why was his shoe gone? He knew something was wrong with this picture. It wasn't everyday that you wake up in a forest with amnesia. Wait, did he have amnesia? If I had amnesia, then I wouldn't think that I had amnesia because I wouldn't be able to remember why I WOULD have amnesia so what's the deal?!? Shawn felt like beating his own head with that damn bird's beak. Maybe that would jog his memory.

He looked down at his clothes. Maybe he had been wounded? Did he even live in the forest and had perhaps fallen out of the tree? His clothes had no sign of blood or tears, though they were still covered in mud. Did someone steal his poor defenseless shoe? He sighed and closed his eyes again, trying to focus. The last memory he had was a green field. What was in that field? And why did he feel like there was some kind of major importance to it? Shaking his head, he decided it might be better if he went for a walk.

Though it didn't matter which direction he went, since there was no set path, he decided to head towards the West, since the sun just happened to be rising and he didn't want it in his eyes. As he turned, something bright caught his eye. He looked over at a disheveled bush. Something was under it, he could tell. He scuttled over, crunching the forest floor as he went. Hopefully it wasn't some rabid animal he had spotted. Reaching into the bush, he discovered what it had been: a bright pink bag.

Pink. That was an annoying color. But why? He brushed the leaves off of it, revealing a cluster of pins. They were arranged to make a name, and Shawn read it aloud. "Chloe."

And then it hit him.

Chloe. Nina. Jared. Megan. Edison. Elidh. Sauron. Tolkien. Legolas. Legolas! He was in Middle Earth! He had been transported with Legolas to Middle Earth when the wind had become so strong and had blown him over the fence, along with Chloe's bag! It all made sense now! Phew! Glad that's over. Wait…this just makes other problems!

On one hand, he was in Middle Earth. On the other, he was away from the crazed fangirls. He weighed the situation. Maybe Middle Earth wasn't that bad after all. Plus, he had Chloe's "survival bag," packed with everything he could ever need if farther than a half mile from Chloe's house. Excellent. I wonder, did Chloe ever mention there being an Elf whistle?

~*~

At the same time as Shawn's misfortunate transportation, Legolas was having troubles of his own.

Curse you, filthy vines! If I ever free my hands, I'll hack you to pieces! Legolas struggled to free himself from a tangle of poison ivy vines. Even Elves were susceptible to the itchy toxin encased in the leaves. And just Legolas's luck that he found himself there. And as was the case with Shawn, Legolas didn't know WHY or HOW he got there.

His trusty Elven Blades of Doom remained on his back; his hands weren't able to reach the distance as the vines restrained. After struggling another ten or twenty so minutes, he finally hung his head in defeat. Did it matter after all? He was stuck in a bushel of poison ivy, sure to cause the worst rash imaginable, and he didn't have any idea why he was there! Such troubles Legolas found himself in. Maybe the horses that were approaching would help. Horses?

Legolas flung his head backwards to see down the path. His hair dangled to the ground, but he could care less at the moment. Though all the blood was rushing to his head, he could see a trio of horses were indeed heading in his direction. Who they were, Legolas couldn't tell. But perhaps they would release Legolas from his unfortunate prison.

Legolas gasped as he realized who rode at the front of the line.

~*~

"Curse you! Damn rocks!" shouted Shawn as his foot succumbed to yet another pointed rock hidden among the foliage. I wonder if there's an extra shoe in here. He had been walking for hours, trying to figure out a way out of the forest or towards civilization. Whichever he happened to go by first. What was worse was he didn't even know what forest he was in. Was it Lothlorien? He doubted it. If it was, the trees wouldn't be so dark and gloomy. It could've been Fangorn. It was certainly scary enough to be so. Or it could be Mirkwood, the home of Legolas. Shawn thought as he rested against the back of a tree.

Well, Legolas said he was transported here when he was looking for Merry and Pippin. So that would be he would've been closer to Fangorn, if I remember correctly. He reached into the neon bag and pulled out the novel, looking at the maps in the beginning. Right, that would pit me here…Of course, that is if I'm right. What other forests are there anyway?? He started to count the patches of trees. Oh great, there's a lot.

"Well, better start walking." He chose to go north, based on the sun (and hoped to high heaven it was more night than day so he was going north). If he was in Fangorn, he would come out to the Field of Celebrant or the river that was near.

In another hour or two, the sun had lowered, causing the woods around Shawn to seem even darker than before. Little light was penetrating the canopy. Well, at least now I know I am going north… It wasn't a good consolation. He was worried about what he would do at full dusk. Just camp out? That didn't seem likely. And to make it worse, he swore he kept hearing things snap. He tried to remind himself that he wasn't the only creature in the forest. But the others that kept popping up in his mind were far worse than squirrels and birds. Orcs lurked in the lands of Middle Earth, no matter where you were. It wasn't a comfortable thought.

As if read by thought, Shawn heard another twig snap to his right, shadowed by the trees. He jumped back, stepping on something sharp. Pain rang through his foot as he felt it pierce through. He quickly picked it off the ground and backed up to a tree. In the dim light, he could see a twig sticking out from the palm of his foot. Blood was spurting out as he gritted his teeth and pulled it out as fast as he could. A moan escaped his throat uncontrollably and he sank down onto the forest floor.

THAT FREAKING HURTS!!!!!! He screamed in his mind. Why the hell did something have to make me jump onto a freaking STICK!??! My luck sucks. He reached into Chloe's bag o' survival. After feeling around, he took out a random pink bandana. Pink. Everything is PINK with this girl. He tied it around his foot very tight, hoping to stop the blood. Chloe wouldn't be wearing that again any time soon.

After setting his wound, he looked around for what had made the noise. If it was a squirrel, Shawn swore he was going to kill it and hang its body from a tree for spite against all squirrels. A hiss proved him wrong.

"Here, snakey snakey snakey…" He called out. Snakes hissed. Yep, only snakes. The only animal in the world that could hiss. Another snap and crack around him. He hobbled his way up against the tree again, leaving the bag wrapped over his shoulder. I'm a man! I should be able to deal with this! Yet another hiss. This time from above and all around. Shawn looked up and saw eight glowing red eyes staring at his, legs scaling the tree down, and fangs dripping with who-knows-what. Shawn gasped and jumped away.

Another hiss his alerted his attention to his right. A gigantic spider, maybe three or four feet long, was crawling along the ground towards him. He realized he was surrounded. And then, he knew nothing more.

~*~

Shawn moaned as he once again found himself waking up somewhere other than his bed. He tried to open his eyes, but they were so heavy. He felt so hot. He couldn't move. What happened to him!? Using all his strength just to lift his eyelid, he managed to scan the area. Shawn realized why he couldn't move: he was in a web of some sort! Oh please let this be a Spiderman fic and after the giant spider arrives, Spiderman will arrive just in time to save me!

He saw several of the spiders advancing towards him. One crawled on top of him as Shawn tried to thrash about, only succeeding in moving his hand a little. The web was too sticky. A lump was caught in his throat as he noticed the huge stinger the spider was waving above him. He couldn't let any sound out as it plunged into his abdomen. Burning. Everything was burning.

There are no heroes…

tbc…

First off, big thanks to everyone who reviewed/read Welcome to My World. Your input was very much appreciated. Sorry this took so long to get up. I kinda forgot about it for a while, and I wanted to take a break from fanfiction. (Still sorta on the break, plus finals coming up, and I bought PS2, so gaming will commence.) ::sighs:: still have lots of updates that I have to read myself.

Feedback is much appreciated as I said, and thanks to everyone for your support!