Suddenly there was thunder, heavy and rolling, shaking the ground and as it ended, a terrified woman's cry split the silence. As Legolas looked up, the branches bent as something fell through them. A young woman tumbled through the air and onto the ground with a loud thump. She rolled on her side as she regained her lost breath and rubbed the fresh pain away from her shoulder.

Legolas stared, trying to comprehend what he saw before him. A woman with long golden hair, a blue half sleeve shirt and a pair of long white trousers, now stained with mud and leaves had just fallen no more than a few meters in front of him. She had risen to her feet and started to brush the dirt off herself when she heard a twig snap. She whipped her head around and felt her breath catch in her throat. A tall man with long blonde hair was stepping towards her.

Victoria stood there, unable to move, unable to take her eyes off him. Her mind screamed for her to run but her legs refused to work. The bluest eyes she had ever seen stared back, burning into hers.

"What are you doing in these woods?" he asked. Victoria was surprised at the softness of his voice, nothing like the ice in his eyes. She glanced at him, finally taking a moment to study his odd appearance. He was dressed in greens and browns, his clothes fitting snugly against him. His face was flawless, handsome, almost ageless. 'He looks just like Legolas from Lord of the Rings!' she realised.

"What's going on, where am I?" She wondered, feeling panicked. She took a step back as he neared.

"Don't move," he demanded in the same silky voice.

Victoria took a deep breath and sprinted in the other direction away from the man. She hadn't gotten far when a strong hand grabbed her arm, forcing her to stop. He had pulled her underneath the shade of a nearby tree to shield his eyes from the blinding sun above. She was surprised at his quickness, but she was indeed annoyed at him.

"Im going to ask you once more, what are you doing in these woods?"

Victoria decided not to be clever and told him the truth.

"I'm lost," she admitted, "I have no idea where I am... Please don't kill me," She added.

He studied her for a minute, and slowly released her arm and took a step back.

"What is your name?" he asked finally.

Victoria let out a breath she wasn't aware she was holding. 'He isn't going to kill me, calm down.' she thought to herself.

"Victoria Aitken."

"Victoria?" He repeated, as if it was a strange name. "Where are you from?"

"England," she answered, at this answer Legolas shot her a confused look.

"Well actually I live in England right now, I was born in Australia," she continued, hoping not to confuse him, as she spoke in a british accent.

"I do not know of any England or Australia," he replied.

"Ok, well where am I now?" Victoria asked with a slight quiver in her voice. Despite the man in utter confusion with her, he was very intimidating.

"You do not know?" He replied with an even more confused look.

"Oh, Let me guess," she said with a sarcastic laugh, "We're in Middle Earth."

"Yes," he answered speaking to her like she was a child.

"Alright, then YOU must be Prince Legolas," she said with another laugh.

He gasped in shock. "How do you know who I am?!" He requested sharply.

Victoria decided to play along, "Lord of the Rings is my favorite, how could I not know who you are! I've always dreamed of going to Middle Earth, to meet the Fellowship, Aragon, Frodo, Sam, Merry, Pippin, Boromir, Gandalf, Gimli, and... Legolas." she turned to look at him for a moment and then gasped as she moved her gaze to his head.

"What's wrong?" Legolas asked as if there was danger approaching.

"Your ears..." She whispered in disbelief. "They're pointed."

"Of course they are. I am an Elf... did you not know this? You seem to know everything else," annoyance was thick in his voice.

That was it, that was enough evidence to prove she really was in Middle Earth, and Victoria wasn't sure whether to rejoice or to panic. 'Just stay cool,' she agreed.

Legolas took her wrist and walked towards the edge of the forest.

"Are we in Mirkwood?" she asked quietly.

"No, we are in Rivendell." he frowned at her.

"Are you on your way to the Council of Elrond? she asked boldly.

He appeared startled, "You know of the council?!"

"Of course, Frodo will present the ring, Boromir will try to take it for Gondor, then there is the whole 'You have, my sword, bow, axe' thing, la la la la la, few minutes later there is a Fellowship of th-" Victoria was interrupted. Legolas had stopped and pushed her up against a large brown oak tree, forearm pressing against her throat, leaving her gasping for air and powerless.

"How does a lost woman from a far-off land know so much about a secret council meeting concerning the Ring of Power?" He demanded curiously, yet venom and danger dripped from his voice.

"Let me g-go, I can't b-breathe..." she chocked out in anger and in fear. Legolas reluctantly released his arm from her throat. Victoria breathing heavily slid down the trunk of the tree and sat on the soft grass, clutching her slightly bruised neck.

"Now, answer me!" He told her firmly.

"There are these moving pictures in my world, and they told the story of the War of the Ring," trying her best to describe a television to him, "they also have books describing it and paintings showing it. This story is well known by my people."

"Are you saying I am living in the past, and that in your lands everything has already happened?!" he exclaimed.

"Well, as I said it's a story, nothing more in my world, but here it is very real, from first impressions." Victoria quickly finished speaking, hoping not to be chocked this time.

"Come with me," Legolas took her wrist again and continued to walk through the emerald forest until finally stopping at a large white horse along a dirt pathway.

"Can you ride?" He asked, and Victoria nodded in reply.

"Um, there's no saddle." She pointed out. She had only ridden a horse a few times, but never without the proper equipment. Legolas looked up understanding her problem, then reached down and grabbed her around the waist.

"Wait," she whispered nervously. "What is going to happen to me?"

Realisation dawned in his eyes and his face grew softer. He lowered his head slightly until it was mere centimeters away.

Victoria found herself unable to breathe while her heart started to race in her chest. She stared dreamily into Legolas' vibrant ocean coloured eyes while Legolas stared right back into her deep hazel ones.

"No harm with come to you." He said in his hypnotising voice. Then he lifted her onto the horse and the moment was broken.

Legolas sat just behind her, not wanting this strange woman out of his sight. They trotted along a winding mountain pass with many ferns and stony paths. The ride wasn't long, but before Victoria had dropped off to sleep to the melodic beat of the horse's trots, they stopped outside a beautiful castle. Except it wasn't a castle, it was like a house, a very big house. It was Rivendell, the last Homely House of Elrond.