The Lost Ones
Disclaimer: I don't own LotR or anything else that Tolkien owns. Heehee, I do own Adriana and her bf. I do not own Ford Mustangs (though owning one wouldn't be too bad)
A/N: Galadriel Lorien: I would like you to know that you are incorrect. I had all these tests done to me just last Monday because I was having breathing problems. That is why I chose that ailment. My x-ray was done in the same facility and though I am not positive of the biopsy time I am sure of everything else. I never, in my author profile or summary, claimed to have perfect knowledge of hospitals so your review was very uncalled for. A Mary Sue has nothing to do with a first person POV; it has everything to do with the characterization of the OC. Lastly, I have fallen into no trap. Surgery can happen the same day if there is a chance that it could be cancer. It's called an emergency just incase you did not know this. You are most certainly not a lady and I am surprised you would call yourself one. I find it insulting that you would claim the name of such a fair elf. Lady Galadriel is a kind and patient lady while you are a rude person who is quick to judge and even quicker to correct something even when you have no grounds to fully support it. Maybe your hospital functions differently and if so then I apologize for some of the comments but I ask that you think next time before you review. Why is it that people with closed minds always open their mouths?
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Chapter One
I waited and waited. Nothing happened. Finally I landed hard on the ground. I heard something crack as I landed. I wasn't wet at all and when I opened my eyes I saw that I was in a thick forest. It was obviously autumn here, for the leaves were golden, red and orange. No sign of civilization surrounded me as I looked through the foliage. I sighed heavily, "Damn it. I can't even kill myself correctly." I started to stand and a harsh voice greeted me.
"Tampa (stop)! Lle naa e' dor en' Mirkwood (you are in the land of Mirkwood)." I turned to see a tall looking woman standing in front of me with an arrow at my chest. She had blond hair that was tied back. Her eyes were a piercing blue.
I rolled my eyes, "Look lady, if you are gunna kill me get it over with. You will only do what I fucked up earlier anyway."
The blue eyes of my captor filled with confusion, "You speak Westron. You intend to die?"
Dry laughter flowed from my mouth, "Yes. Who are you and what's with the freaky get up?"
The person in front of me wore a tunic of some sort that was green, grayish leggings and brown leather boots. "Mankoi naa lle (who are you)?" She looked like she was from the medieval ages or something,
A sigh escaped my lips, "I don't understand your freaky language. No hablo espanol!" Whatever language this freak was speaking, it was not English.
"Sorry. Who are you?" The voice was deep enough to be a man's but the body was very feminine. I glanced at the chest awkwardly. Very flat yet I was still not sure.
"I will tell you who I am after you tell me who you are."
Icy daggers flew from the blue eyes before me, "I am Prince Legolas of Mirkwood now tell me your name before I shoot!" He held his bow up again and aimed it keenly at my chest.
I laughed, "Prince? Right, whatever. I am Adriana of America."
He looked even more confused, "America? I have never met someone who hailed from America. Where is that?"
I sighed, "It's in the north west. And where do you 'hail' from?" He sighed.
"I just told you I am from Mirkwood. The northwest? If you say so Lady. Please allow me to escort you to my home. The forest is not always kind to strangers. Follow close so none of my archers take you for a predator." I rolled my eyes sarcastically.
I laughed, "Archers huh? That's funny." We marched through the woods. I had long gotten lost when he turned. I examined his odd clothing again, but I could find no sign of a zipper or anything else to elude the twenty- first century.
"Welcome to Mirkwood. I want you to meet my father, King Thranduil. I would invite you to meet my siblings but they are all in Rivendell." Rivendell? That sounded familiar but I did not know from where. It was definitely not a town from North Carolina, where I lived.
A yawn escaped my lips, "Um.sure. I have never met a King before."
He seemed to be insulted by my lack of interest. The young man and I walked past many females, who immediately started gushing the typical sugarcoated compliments of a dog in heat. It was hard to refrain from laughing as the Prince totally ignored them and walked silently by. I rolled my eyes dryly. Women like them disgusted me. The looks of disappointment on their faces were more than obvious. He escorted me slowly further into the large building. It resembled a palace to me but he hadn't called it one. As I looked over his shoulder I noticed his pointy ears. I blinked several times but the points did not go away. "Fuck."
He turned. As he turned his leaf-shaped ears became even more prominent. "Why do you use such unbecoming language? You are not very lady like!"
Dry laughter rang from my throat, "Ladylike? I am most certainly not ladylike! Deal with it bucko! Do you think I want to be here? That I asked to go from my land and wind up in this god-forsaken archaic shit hole! I just want to get this over with and find a way to get home!" I began to wonder how I would get home. I had fallen from the sky . . .it was then that the numbness in my arm wore off and the pain became evident. I hadn't killed myself but I had broken my left arm. 'Great, now how will I be able to do anything? I couldn't be right handed because that would be convenient.'
The sharp blue eyes of my feminine escort noticed my wincing. "Naa lle quel (are you alright)?"
I glared, "English please."
He laughed, "I have not spoken westron for some time. My apologies. Are you alright?"
I shrugged, "Could be better. I just broke it, nothing big. You got any hospitals around here?"
His blond brows furrowed, "Hospitals?" The word sounded foreign to him. "I do not know what you speak of. I do know however that my friend Arwen can heal it. She is visiting me from Rivendell so she will tend to it right away."
"Fantastic." My dry sarcasm didn't seem to seep into his dense skull.
"Quite. Are you human? Obviously so if you did not know of the elven healing powers."
A wry smile smugly crossed my face, "Yes I am a human. What the hell are you?" 'What else would I be? This guy needs some anti-psychotic drugs now.
He sighed, "Are my bow, tunic and ears not enough for you to tell? I told you I am of Mirkwood. I am a woodland elf."
I cracked up laughing. Nearly choking on lack of air as I grabbed my stomach. He looked at me peculiarly. "An elf, of course." His bright blue eyes were filled with ernest. 'Is this loony serious?' He turned and shook his head. We marched on through the vast passageways.
About six minutes later, he halted so quickly that I walked into him. He glared. "Lady Arwen will heal you here. After you are healed you shall have the honor of meeting my father. He will decide what we shall do with you." I sneered at him as a nearby door opened. From the door came quite a spectacle. No wonder the Prince had ignored the other women. A lovely lady with raven black hair walked out of the room on my right. She had snow- white skin and richly pink lips. Her eyes were an arctic blue that took anyone's breath away. I beheld her for a moment before another dry smile masked my face. She had pointy ears too.
~~To Be Continued~~
Well? Good or Bad? Please R&R. Diola lle. I will update within the week.
Disclaimer: I don't own LotR or anything else that Tolkien owns. Heehee, I do own Adriana and her bf. I do not own Ford Mustangs (though owning one wouldn't be too bad)
A/N: Galadriel Lorien: I would like you to know that you are incorrect. I had all these tests done to me just last Monday because I was having breathing problems. That is why I chose that ailment. My x-ray was done in the same facility and though I am not positive of the biopsy time I am sure of everything else. I never, in my author profile or summary, claimed to have perfect knowledge of hospitals so your review was very uncalled for. A Mary Sue has nothing to do with a first person POV; it has everything to do with the characterization of the OC. Lastly, I have fallen into no trap. Surgery can happen the same day if there is a chance that it could be cancer. It's called an emergency just incase you did not know this. You are most certainly not a lady and I am surprised you would call yourself one. I find it insulting that you would claim the name of such a fair elf. Lady Galadriel is a kind and patient lady while you are a rude person who is quick to judge and even quicker to correct something even when you have no grounds to fully support it. Maybe your hospital functions differently and if so then I apologize for some of the comments but I ask that you think next time before you review. Why is it that people with closed minds always open their mouths?
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Chapter One
I waited and waited. Nothing happened. Finally I landed hard on the ground. I heard something crack as I landed. I wasn't wet at all and when I opened my eyes I saw that I was in a thick forest. It was obviously autumn here, for the leaves were golden, red and orange. No sign of civilization surrounded me as I looked through the foliage. I sighed heavily, "Damn it. I can't even kill myself correctly." I started to stand and a harsh voice greeted me.
"Tampa (stop)! Lle naa e' dor en' Mirkwood (you are in the land of Mirkwood)." I turned to see a tall looking woman standing in front of me with an arrow at my chest. She had blond hair that was tied back. Her eyes were a piercing blue.
I rolled my eyes, "Look lady, if you are gunna kill me get it over with. You will only do what I fucked up earlier anyway."
The blue eyes of my captor filled with confusion, "You speak Westron. You intend to die?"
Dry laughter flowed from my mouth, "Yes. Who are you and what's with the freaky get up?"
The person in front of me wore a tunic of some sort that was green, grayish leggings and brown leather boots. "Mankoi naa lle (who are you)?" She looked like she was from the medieval ages or something,
A sigh escaped my lips, "I don't understand your freaky language. No hablo espanol!" Whatever language this freak was speaking, it was not English.
"Sorry. Who are you?" The voice was deep enough to be a man's but the body was very feminine. I glanced at the chest awkwardly. Very flat yet I was still not sure.
"I will tell you who I am after you tell me who you are."
Icy daggers flew from the blue eyes before me, "I am Prince Legolas of Mirkwood now tell me your name before I shoot!" He held his bow up again and aimed it keenly at my chest.
I laughed, "Prince? Right, whatever. I am Adriana of America."
He looked even more confused, "America? I have never met someone who hailed from America. Where is that?"
I sighed, "It's in the north west. And where do you 'hail' from?" He sighed.
"I just told you I am from Mirkwood. The northwest? If you say so Lady. Please allow me to escort you to my home. The forest is not always kind to strangers. Follow close so none of my archers take you for a predator." I rolled my eyes sarcastically.
I laughed, "Archers huh? That's funny." We marched through the woods. I had long gotten lost when he turned. I examined his odd clothing again, but I could find no sign of a zipper or anything else to elude the twenty- first century.
"Welcome to Mirkwood. I want you to meet my father, King Thranduil. I would invite you to meet my siblings but they are all in Rivendell." Rivendell? That sounded familiar but I did not know from where. It was definitely not a town from North Carolina, where I lived.
A yawn escaped my lips, "Um.sure. I have never met a King before."
He seemed to be insulted by my lack of interest. The young man and I walked past many females, who immediately started gushing the typical sugarcoated compliments of a dog in heat. It was hard to refrain from laughing as the Prince totally ignored them and walked silently by. I rolled my eyes dryly. Women like them disgusted me. The looks of disappointment on their faces were more than obvious. He escorted me slowly further into the large building. It resembled a palace to me but he hadn't called it one. As I looked over his shoulder I noticed his pointy ears. I blinked several times but the points did not go away. "Fuck."
He turned. As he turned his leaf-shaped ears became even more prominent. "Why do you use such unbecoming language? You are not very lady like!"
Dry laughter rang from my throat, "Ladylike? I am most certainly not ladylike! Deal with it bucko! Do you think I want to be here? That I asked to go from my land and wind up in this god-forsaken archaic shit hole! I just want to get this over with and find a way to get home!" I began to wonder how I would get home. I had fallen from the sky . . .it was then that the numbness in my arm wore off and the pain became evident. I hadn't killed myself but I had broken my left arm. 'Great, now how will I be able to do anything? I couldn't be right handed because that would be convenient.'
The sharp blue eyes of my feminine escort noticed my wincing. "Naa lle quel (are you alright)?"
I glared, "English please."
He laughed, "I have not spoken westron for some time. My apologies. Are you alright?"
I shrugged, "Could be better. I just broke it, nothing big. You got any hospitals around here?"
His blond brows furrowed, "Hospitals?" The word sounded foreign to him. "I do not know what you speak of. I do know however that my friend Arwen can heal it. She is visiting me from Rivendell so she will tend to it right away."
"Fantastic." My dry sarcasm didn't seem to seep into his dense skull.
"Quite. Are you human? Obviously so if you did not know of the elven healing powers."
A wry smile smugly crossed my face, "Yes I am a human. What the hell are you?" 'What else would I be? This guy needs some anti-psychotic drugs now.
He sighed, "Are my bow, tunic and ears not enough for you to tell? I told you I am of Mirkwood. I am a woodland elf."
I cracked up laughing. Nearly choking on lack of air as I grabbed my stomach. He looked at me peculiarly. "An elf, of course." His bright blue eyes were filled with ernest. 'Is this loony serious?' He turned and shook his head. We marched on through the vast passageways.
About six minutes later, he halted so quickly that I walked into him. He glared. "Lady Arwen will heal you here. After you are healed you shall have the honor of meeting my father. He will decide what we shall do with you." I sneered at him as a nearby door opened. From the door came quite a spectacle. No wonder the Prince had ignored the other women. A lovely lady with raven black hair walked out of the room on my right. She had snow- white skin and richly pink lips. Her eyes were an arctic blue that took anyone's breath away. I beheld her for a moment before another dry smile masked my face. She had pointy ears too.
~~To Be Continued~~
Well? Good or Bad? Please R&R. Diola lle. I will update within the week.