Hello everyone! It has been a while since I have been on here! I decided to start a new story because lots of inspiration hit me this summer! This story will be filled with romance, hilarity, and adventure so buckle up for the ride! This will be rated M for language and future adult content! Let me know if I should continue this and please share your thoughts! I will try to update weekly if my work schedule allows it! :)

Disclaimer: I do not own Lord of the Rings (sadly).

Chapter 1

Melody stumbled over with a drink hanging loosely in her hand. Her head was buzzing from the four rum and cokes that she had consumed within the last hour and a half. Her movements became sloppy and delayed and the humidity of the room served to make her body temperature rise. Vibrations from the loud speaker echoed through her ears as she moved her hips to the beat of the song. Skin glided on skin, which elicited a shiver from the woman as a man came up behind her to dance with her. His rhythm was offbeat to the music that played which betrayed his façade of sobriety.

Usually, she would have told the stranger to keep his hands off of her, but a surge of confidence was flowing through her at the moment. She wanted to relish the moment and the man's attention. Her love life had been very uneventful, and to be honest, she didn't think that she had ever experienced love for herself. So, seeing that the man was attracted to her instilled pride within her for the time being.

She felt herself succumb even more so to the alcoholic beverages that bubbled in her stomach and the tingling in her body was electrified. Even though she was far passed being tipsy, this did not mean that she didn't notice the random stranger's hands become too friendly.

Melody's eyes scanned the room to find her friend Tristan whom she had not seen since they arrived. This was the night before the pair would graduate college and they wanted to celebrate by going out to their favorite club, Wild Gregg's. The room was filled with young adults who carelessly spent their time dancing in a drunken haze to songs that - in broad daylight - would elicit a groan from most people. Now, these tunes invigorated every soul within the club and caused an uproar. She remembered their first outing here when they were only nineteen and how it became one of the most legendary nights of their lives.

Pulling herself from the nostalgia, Melody finally spotted Tristan across the room sipping on his beer and he caught her gaze. She almost forgot that she was still dancing with the stranger and began to stiffen a bit. Tristian waved and pointed to the door in an attempt to ask if she wanted to go; Melody gave a nod which received a thumbs up from him.

The woman's head lazily turned to him and she ceased her movements, "I'm gonna go get another drink, do you want anything?" She asked sweetly in attempt to mask the excuse to escape his presence.

A glazed expression painted the man's face and caused his lips to curve upwards. He went to whisper in her ear as his voiced dropped an octave, "Nothing I want is being served at the bar."

His grip tightened on her waist and Melody clasped both of his hands and released them from her sides slowly. She inwardly cringed at the cheesy pick-up line and replied to the inebriated man, "Well that's a shame, this place pretty much has everything. Thanks for the dance."

She strutted away from the guy and made her way over towards Tristan; she could practically hear his eyeroll over the cacophony of sound in the club. He was dressed in a green button up shirt that accented the light hue of his hazel eyes and his auburn hair was tousled in his usual 'no effort' manner.

"Finally! I never thought you were gonna be able to shake that dude!" He said with feigned exasperation tingeing his voice.

"Oh, Tristan. You're just jealous you didn't find some hottie with double D's to grind on you for the last time," Melody joked, placing a hand on her friend's shoulder. He scoffed as they made their way to the exit sign of Wild Gregg's.

"Pshh, whatever. I could have if I wanted to. I just wanted to keep my dignity for the last night," He said pointedly while making an effort to eye her outfit in a judgmental fashion. She wore a baby blue tank top that exposed most of her midriff and paired it with ripped black skinny jeans.

The woman pouted, "I thought you said this looked fine and not 'stripper-esque'!"

Tristan grinned and held the door for her, "I say a lot of things, Mel."

She huffed and exited the club as he followed behind her. The two stumbled in their drunken state and recalled the memories of this route from many nights before. An array of brightly lit bars and clubs graced their visions as the night droned on. As they were about to reach a crosswalk, a reminiscent air fell over Tristan as his face fell slightly.

"I can't believe that tomorrow we are going to be actual adults. Man, college flew by fast," He mused; running his hand through his thick brown locks.

Reality once again struck Melody as she glanced up at her friend and sighed, "Yeah, it feels like only yesterday we were walking back from the same club for the first time."

Tristan's expression lightened and he laughed, "I walked, you had to stop at every trash can to throw up!" She shot him a glare and he put his arms around her shoulders whilst letting out a breath, "No, I wouldn't trade the last four years for anything. Besides, who would have been there to save your ass all the time?"

Melody rolled her eyes, but she knew he was right. He was always there for her. Whenever something amazing, terrible, or confusing happened Tristan was always there to lend his ear or help in any way he could. He truly was the best friend anybody could ask for. She knew in the coming months that their time together would lessen and she would have to learn to become more independent. The woman knew that she would require more strength and confidence to face the real world – she just had no clue her version of the 'real' world would turn out quite differently than expected.

The crosswalk finally allowed them to pass and they continued their short journey to Tristan's apartment. Melody was lost in her thoughts once more until a gasp of excitement was heard from Tristan. He ran to a glass window of a video store which displayed a box set of the 'Lord of the Rings 20th Anniversary set'.

"Holy shit! Mel, Mel, Mel! I need this!" The man said as if he were ten years old and peering into a candy shop.

Melody groaned inwardly, Tristan was a huge fan of the series as well as all of Tolkien's work. She tended to zone out whenever he rambled on about the movies and how epic they were. They just were not of much interest to her. Truth be told, she had tried to watch the first of the Fellowship of the Ring as well as the Hobbit and was unable to finish both. This left Tristan baffled as to how she could not 'comprehend the excellence of these films' as he put it.

"Tristan, you already have a box set of these movies. Why do you need another one?" She asked raising an eyebrow at him.

He bristled at her question, "One does not simply have too many box sets," he averted his eyes back to the object in question, "Plus, it's the 20th anniversary edition! I cannot say no to that!"

The woman placed her hands on his shoulders to peel him away from the glass, "You can get it another time. Now let's go back to your place and get some food. I'm starving!"

Tristan mumbled a 'fine' and they resumed their walk to his flat. Finally, the apartment complex was in view and they reached the fifth floor in a fit of giggles about Tristan tripping on the stairs. Once they entered the apartment door, he sprinted for the refrigerator to scout out a meal. Melody settled herself on the couch and draped a blanket around her body.

He returned with two slices of pizza for each of them as well as a couple more beers to prolong their tipsiness, "Sustenance, my lady."

"Much thanks, my lord," She played along. He sat beside her and cracked open the beer.

The rest of their night was spent conversing about the unforgettable moments of their college experiences. Melody felt as if she had not laughed this hard in a very long time, maybe it was because she was drunk, but she did not care. She wanted to savor every second with Tristan because she knew too well that his absence would prove to be very difficult for her. That thought had passed through her mind frequently and every time it did she tried to ignore it. Now they were only about twelve hours from graduating and the realization was coming in clearer than ever.

A peaceful silence enveloped the pair and finally Tristan tried desperately to stifle a yawn. Music was playing softly in the background, but Melody heard him and saw his hand try to disguise his fatigue.

"It's getting really late. I think I'm gonna head out," She said as she grabbed her purse from the couch.

"No… I swear I'm not even-" He was cut off by another yawn.

She chuckled lightly and gave him a hug, "Goodnight, Tristan." He returned her embrace and told her to message him when she arrived at her apartment which was only a five minutes walk from his.

Melody reached the elevator and realized that she probably overdid it this night. Her head was pounding and the effects of the alcohol were still present in her body. When she reached the exit door of his complex, she stumbled onto the street; silently cursing.

Her vision was still very hazy, but she could make out the white light of the crosswalk telling her it was okay to pass. She made for the other side of the street when another bright light entered her vision. It was coming very close to her and seemed unsurpassable.

She was frozen in place. Her body was paralyzed as the light came closer. Melody clenched her eyes due to the blinding effect of the light. It engulfed her entire being and a pulsing sensation bore itself in her skull. Adrenaline had replaced blood in her veins and coursed through them at a rapid pace. Eventually, the intense light became shadow and she felt life being sucked from her soul. Blackness enveloped her visage and she let herself go limp.

Mere seconds ticked by when she felt somebody poke her. Melody's eyebrows furrowed and her eyes remained closed. The ground felt different but she had no concerns; she just felt extremely tired.

"Five more minutes…" She slurred and shifted positions on the uncomfortable surface.

"Gandalf, who is this woman? And why is she wearing such a revealing garb?" Somebody with a thick Scottish accent asked.

"Silence, Peregrin Took! She may be of ill will towards us but we cannot know for certain until she wakes," Gandalf replied grievously as he continued to probe her with his staff.

"Fuck off, Tristan..." The woman lazily opened her eyes and took in her surroundings with great surprise. Around her stood nine men; five of which were abnormally short, three were average, and one had pointed ears. All of them peered at her curiously as if she had grown another head and she wondered why. They were the ones who looked bizarre. It looked like they were going to Comic-Con for the day! Comic-Con.. she thought for a moment and began to connect the dots. Melody knew she recognized them from somewhere, but at the moment she couldn't arrange her thoughts into coherence. Finally, the name she heard while her eyes were closed popped into her head. Gandalf… She giggled to herself at the silly name and then it dawned on her.

She was in Lord of the Rings.

In clubbing attire.

And still very much intoxicated.

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