"Teal'c! Get back here double quick."

Jack sighed, rubbing his forehead as he looked at the spot where the stargate used to be. He couldn't believe it. Not again.

He turned to Daniel. "You don't think this could be a Nox planet, do you?"

The archeologist shook his head, running a hand over the crates surrounding them. "No. It's too structured for the Nox. At least, from what we've seen of them."

"O'Neill."

The colonel turned to Teal'c. "You found an exit, right?"

"Daro!"

Jack blinked, raising his gun only by instinct. The once empty room they were in was suddenly filled with people. He almost laughed when he saw their weapons. Nothing but bows and arrows. In a firefight they had the advantage, but he knew the kind of damage a well-placed arrow could do, and these people looked like anything but amateurs.

"Daniel?" he said quietly. "Want to start earning your paycheck?" He looked over when he didn't get a response. "Danny?"

"Right," Daniel said, halting his internal cataloguing of their arrows and bow forms. Not that he was having much luck there anyway. "Hello. We're friendly explorers." He moved forward slightly, only to be pushed back as the bows were raised higher. "Okay, I'll stay right here then."

"O man dôr túliel le?"

Daniel shook his head. "I have no clue what their saying, guys." He said softly, backing further into the group. "The good news is they haven't fired yet, which means they won't if we don't make them feel threatened."

"Sedho!" One of them detached himself from the others, strolling forward. He was as tall as the others, though he didn't carry a bow. Instead he had a long blade tucked into his belt and carried it with the ease of someone accustomed to its being there. " Man nalyë sinomë?"

Daniel lifted his hands palms up. "Man…manal?"

Dark blue eyes narrowed, studying the three, eyes settling on Sam. "Man eneth lín?"

The question was directed at her.

"Sir?" she asked, keeping her gun trained.

Daniel turned to the blond. "They might think you're one of them Sam." The people surrounding them were mostly dark of hair, but some had the same bright blonde as the major.

"Don't know, Carter. Teal'c, you ever hear of any people like this?"

"I have never heard this language before, O'Neill." The jaffa answered.

"Lova Nat'llie." He pointed to Jack's gun and lowered his hand.

"I think he wants you to put it away-"

"Yeah, I kinda noticed that Daniel." Jack sighed, slowly lowering his gun until the muzzle pointed to the floor. When he didn't get shot immediately some of the tension left him. "Do it," he ordered, glancing at Teal'c and Carter.

Two of their captors stepped forward, taking the guns, zats, and staff weapon and laying them on a nearby crate. Their leader looked pointedly at Jack, then to his knife.

"Oh, fercryinoutloud!" he sighed, unstrapping his last weapon and handing it to them, hearing Carter do the same. "Daniel, I hope this works out."

"Me too," the archeologist, turning to their guide.

"Tula nin." He turned, and began making his way through the maze of crates.

Daniel walked after him. "I think we're supposed to follow him." He stated before walking off.

Jack jumped when he felt the point of an arrow pushing between his shoulder blades. "Yeah, I think so too."

Elrond looked up when his chief pathfinder Glorfindel entered the room. He was sitting on the large bed, stroking the hair of his newest guest. He nodded to Gandalf, who sat holding Frodo's hand as he slept before standing. The young hobbit had only entered Rivendell an hour ago, and they had almost lost him to the wraiths. The pale body was still cold, but their power was fighting off the evil, and heat was slowly returning to him.

"Master Elrond, I'm sorry to interrupt such grave workings." Glorfindel said, bowing slightly. "We have found intruders in the old store room. Four of them, carrying what I assume were weapons, but unlike anything I've ever seen. They did not understand our tongue, nor Common."

Elrond looked back into the room. If they were minions of Sauron Frodo might still be in danger. "Where are they now?"

"They were taken to one of the holding cells, under heavy guard. They await your questioning."

Elrond nodded, returning to his friend and their patient.

"We very nearly lost him." Gandalf said quietly, stroking the limp hand. "Another hour and he would have traveled beyond our aid."

The elf managed a tight smile. "He is strong, old friend. He will survive."

Gandalf looked to Frodo, whose breathing was only just beginning to improve. "Do you think these…visitors… are from Sauron?"

"We will find out soon enough." Elrond answered. "I go to question them now. Would you accompany me? Arwen will look after Frodo, if you are concerned for his welfare."

Gandalf nodded, laying the hobbits hand gently on his chest. "Let us go."

Jack paced the small room they were in. As far as prisons went, this one was nice. The floor was polished wood, the benches were soft, and a large window let in plenty of light. The only thing reminding him that they were prisoners was the fact that the window was barred, and the heavy door leading to the room was locked.

The damn thing didn't even have the decency to move when he pulled it.

"Any ideas on what the hell happened to land us here?" He asked, sitting down on the floor.

Sam shook her head. "This is not the planet we scouted out, sir. As far as we could tell PJH-980 was deserted, with no sign of habitable structures within twenty miles of the gate. Unless this place sprang up over night, I don't see how it got here."

"Could we be on some kinda Goa'uld ship?"

Daniel sighed. "I don't think so, Jack. Those weren't Jaffa who led us in here, and this is unlike any Goa'uld ship I've ever seen or heard of. The gate must have just…malfunctioned."

The colonel scratched his head. "Then why did it disappear?" When none of his teammates answered he frowned. "All things considered, we might be here for the duration. At least until we find the gate."

"That might not even work, sir." Sam piped up. "There were no symbols on the gate, or the DHD. Even if we managed to find it there's no way we could dial home."

"You know, Carter? Sometimes you could try to lie to-"

Jack stopped as the door opened and two men walked in. One was dressed in gray, shabby robes, and looked like he'd never seen a barber or knew what a razor was. He also looked like he should be entering a retirement home, not interrogating prisoners. Despite his appearance he had an air of power about him that was hard to ignore. The other was well groomed, with long dark hair, wearing a long burgundy robe. Both were tall and imposing, though neither one was armed. Jack cringed inside. That could only mean two things: these people were really stupid, or they had no fear of the people they held prisoner.

"Pedich Edhellen?" The question came from the dark-haired man, and it was directed at Jack.

"Listen, we don't understand what you're saying." When all he got in return was a quizzical stare he turned to Daniel. "Danny-boy? You're up."

Daniel stood, walking to within a few feet of the two men. "Szia. við ert ferðast." The two men looked at each other and then turned back, looking between him and Jack.

"Ya auta yeste'?"

Jack stood up, "I know that one. They want to know who's in charge. I am," he said. "And I don't mind saying that this is by far the best jail I've ever been in. Really."

"Kilnohi graderan nich talanaq vorbei callad." The gray one said, pointing his hand towards him.

"Danny, you have any-"

Before he could finish his sentence Jack was cut off by a slicing pain in his head, and everything went dark.

Thank you so much for reading. Please remember to review. And for those of you who are interested, here is a translation of the elven:

Daro: Halt!

O man dôr túliel le: Where are you from?

Sedho: Quiet!

Man nalyë sinomë: Why are you here?

Mani naa essa en lle: What's your name?

Lova Nat'llie: Lower your things.

Tula nin: follow me

Pedich Edhellen: Do you speak Elvish?

Ya auta yeste': Who leads?

It has been brought to my attention (and I've said several times in other posts) that some of the elvish isn't true Tolkien elvish, but something called Grey Elvish, which is a hodgepodge of different languages from different fandoms. For Tolkien purists out there, I apologize. I am trying to find alternate translation for the elvish, and am slowly replacing the Grey Elvish with Sindarin and Quenya phrases.