A/N: I do not own Doctor Who or The Lord of the Rings.

Chapter One

"Fancy some music, Pond? We still have ten minutes before we reach Venisar."

"Sure, why not?" Amy replied tonelessly, lounging in the jump seat. "You got any Maximo Park? I've grown fond of their song 'Our Velocity'. Or perhaps Michael Jackson's 'Who Is It'." Examining her fingernails, she bobbed her head as the first chords of Maximo Park reverberated through the TARDIS. "Ok, how the hell did I cut myself so deep?"

"Let me have a look," the Doctor said, kneeling in front of his companion, probing the wound. "Maybe when the TARDIS landed, you stumbled and caught your hand on a piece of sharp metal. Already scabbed, so it's not too serious. Hold still, this might tingle." Pulling out his sonic screwdriver, the Time Lord pointed it at Amy's cut, using the energy to regenerate her cells. "There, good as new."

Nodding mutely, she folded her arms, chewing her lower lip. Finally, Amy relaxed, swaying her foot in time to the music. Quiet reigned while they both listened to the gentle wheeze of the TARDIS mingling with the songs. Shaking herself out of a daze, she got to her feet, freezing the moment loud gongs tolled. Recognizing what they were, Amy whirled to find the Doctor bolt upright, face pale. "Cloister Bells, Doctor. Why are they sounding? I mean, we aren't in danger, are we?"

"One thing at a time, Pond," the Time Lord answered tensely, reading various gauges rapidly, cursing softly. "The Vortex is destabilizing around us. Should we fail to get ourselves into a unaffected patch, we'll wind up God-knows-where." Extending his arm, the Doctor made to punch a button, but severe vibrations gripped the TARDIS, throwing him against the railing. Grunting in pain, he heard the engine's mechanics speed up, creating a harsh grind. Dragging himself to the console, the Time Lord managed to twist a dial, sighing when the pitch evened. "Phew, that was a close call-"

Before the Doctor could finish his sentence, the central column's weight ceased moving while the TARDIS' engine once more screeched, this time deafeningly, almost like the time machine was in agony. Amy cried out for him, hands covering her ears. Having been in this same situation some time ago, the Time Lord rushed to knock his companion from harm's way, but was too late. Unable to look elsewhere, he watched helplessly as the control panel exploded in a shower of sparks. Power fluctuated wildly then shut down completely.

"AMY! You all right? Say something!" Fighting the pressure of increased gravity, the Doctor made it to his unconscious companion and held her secure, waiting for the TARDIS to crash land. Jolted by the rough halt, he was bashed into the wall, Amy on top of him. Noting that the time machine was still vertical, the Time Lord hoisted her in his arms and walked to the doors, kicking them open. Laying her onto the soft grass, he inspected her body, alarmed at the amount of burns she had. Worst of all was the fact that Amy was not breathing. "Come on, Pond, don't you quit on me now!" Bringing his interlocked fists down on his companion's chest, the Doctor searched for signs of life. Preparing to repeat the process, he paused, grateful that Amy's eyes fluttered. "Thank God!"

"D-Doctor?" Hitching herself up on her elbows, she groaned and held her head. Mind overwhelmed from the pain of her burns, Amy collapsed in a heap, beads of blood dotting her skin.

Retrieving his sonic screwdriver, the Doctor scanned the TARDIS in hopes that there were reserves of hidden power. Unfortunately, nothing appeared, meaning the machine was dead for the second time in his life. A twig cracked behind him, alerting the Time Lord to the presence of others. Slowly raising the screwdriver above his head, he pivoted to discover six arrows aimed in his direction. "Easy, I'm a friend. I need help, my companion's badly hurt. Plus my...ship...is broken."

"Tell us how you came to this land," a tall blond man demanded, gray gaze unwavering. From inside the forest stepped another person who had a regal aura about him. Hastily bowing, the first man spoke in a professional manner. "Lord Celeborn, I was just in the act of questioning this stranger as to why he and his companion have trespassed in Lorien."

"Now hang on a moment!" the Doctor barked, gaining the attention of those present, not flinching when the arrows were notched back. "We aren't 'trespassing', as you put it. My TARDIS has malfunctioned, stranding us on this planet. And, no, I can't repair it because I am the last of the Time Lords." Coughing near his feet elated him despite his predicament. Quickly crouching, the Time Lord tilted Amy's head so she could breath easier. "Take it slow for now, Pond. You took quite a beating in the TARDIS, including the fact that your heart stopped pumping, but I fixed that small problem."

"Congratulations," Amy grumbled, shifting to a sitting position. "God, I'm surprised I don't have any gray hairs yet traveling with you!" Noticing the group of silent people, squirming under their stares. "Um, where-when-are we, exactly? Sure doesn't look like we're on Earth? Is this Venisar?" Angling her head toward the TARDIS, her face fell as reality hit her. "Oh, damn, we are stuck here."

"Wait, where have I heard the term 'Lorien' before?" the Doctor muttered, restlessly pacing, snapping his fingers suddenly. "That's it, this is Middle-Earth!" Hauling Amy to her feet, he gently hugged her, mindful of her burns. "Amy Pond, we've landed right where the War of the Ring was fought, a battle that ultimately defeated the Dark Lord, Sauron!"

Gaping at the Time Lord stupidly, Amy's brain made the connection to J.R.R Tolkien's popular novels. Lightheaded, she felt herself toppling, dimly aware that someone caught her.

A/N: Second chapter is done. Third up soon.