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I still don't use a beta. I just finished this and I want to start the next chapter already… I tried to read it over, so ya, hopefully all of this will make sense.

Next chapter may seem like a "time jump" or whatever, but there will be flashbacks. Seems easier for me to write it out this way. Took me forever with this one lol.

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On with the story! Sorry if it's really descriptive and OOC. :P

Chapter 2: I Dropped In…

I hover my hand over the palantir. I sense a great rip of reality on the top of the Orthanc.

My vessel… it is coming and incomplete. She will accept her fate that of an elf. She must be immortal and I will grant her that. She clings to her mortality.

It's as though she is with Gandalf the Grey my Lord.

Guided by Eru she has. The Creator must have spoken to the order of The Valor and they are against me as well. No matter, I will rule all. Arda's balance will tilt according to my will.

The power of Isengard is at your command, Sauron Lord of the Earth.

Build me an army worthy of Mordor.

I have been imprisoned high up top of my now so-called leader, friend, and mentor of my order. I believe the date is now sometime in mid September. I lay huddled during the rain storm against one of the Orthanc's high sharpen sides. How could I have not detected any energies, differences in behavior, anything at all that Saruman had betrayed the good of Middle-Earth. Perhaps I'm reaching a certain age where I am losing my senses.

I had to laugh to myself. I'm over 2,000 years old and until now? Of course not. I'd be a fool to think this way. After all, at this point in time, Saruman is still more powerful than I and perhaps in the stealth in his speech that could not be foretold to me only by the day he took action upon me when I had refused him and his allegiance to the Dark Lord.

So long I have been trapped here, and without my staff, I cannot do much until my summons of the eagle arrives to my aid. This has been a very unpleasant stay here in Isengard, and I do not recommend it to others. Such terrible lodging, no one to attend to your needs, the smell is uncanny, and last but not least, it is almost null to escape it.

No matter. Over hearing all of Saruman's plans, he is creating an army large enough to cover hills and fields black. It is obvious since practically the very green luscious state that Isengard was in is now the colors of death and despair. This is going to take some time to delve a plan as I wait.

I whip my head straight up from the shielding of my robe.

What is that? I stand up and look from all around my small platform. A sensation giving a tingle to my Istarian senses. I walk around pacing looking all around me. The storm is becoming fiercer, becoming harder to see out from beyond the land of Isengard. Then I feel a concentrated force in the center of the Orthanc.

Slowly, but surely, a flamed sphere appears in the middle of the Orthanc platform. Its light shines brightly and continues to burn.

"Ugh!" I feel such evil power that it pains me in my chest. I start to kneel and staying off the ground, I must be on all fours.

Then the pain stopped and I felt as if nothing happened.

Never taking my eyes off from the flamed sphere, it has now turned white. A small brilliant white illumination had shown before me. That sphere of white light appeared to be of a calm aura and it had hovered. I dared to crawl forward with this new appearance and the sphere had proceeded to lower itself and touch the ground.

The rain became lighter to that of a sprinkle.

How very peculiar… as it hit the ground, it is turning into colors that are red, orange, and white. Not so much as just moving, but it seemed worse, as if they were at war.

I began to reach out to see if it would react. And I had the same reaction as when I had first wanted to reach out and pick up the One Ring off Frodo's floor in his house back at the shire.

For a very brief moment, I had seen the Eye of Sauron.

I had retracted my hand back into me, and the sphere had kept the shine of white. It had spread as a sheet as if it were a covering that had spread out. I started to see the shape of a body.

Slowly, the light began to fade.

I come closer to it. Is it Man? Elf? Too tall to be a dwarf or a hobbit.

It is a female! A female with so many injuries! I quickly take note of her appearance. Her clothing seemed to be burned and her skin as well. I see some blood, but I don't know from where.

I quickly rush over to her and I hear a noise and I pause. She is still alive!

I get up from where I am and rush around her to see her face.

She looks so young. Who is she?

"Child, who are you? How did you come upon the Orthanc?" My first words were to her.

Where in Arda does this young woman hail from?

All she does is groan in pain. She tries to use her arms to push herself up, but she falls back down, but I catch her in time before she hits the floor by force. She struggles in my arms, but is too weak to do anything.

"You are safe. Do not fear me, Child." She seems to have stopped moving and groaned again.

She allows me to turn her head to a side. I see she has been crying very much, and so much stress has been on her face. She bears scratches and facial paint that is bleeding off her eyes. She has minor burns on her neck. My eyes trail down and I notice she is wearing a revealing tight corset that has been ruined. The back has been burned off and I take notice of what is on her skin.

A pair of folded wings that resemble the Nazgul's Fellbeast are displayed. Blood is still bleeding and her back and her skin appears pink and swollen, clashing with her light brown skin tone.

This child should not fear me, but perhaps, I should be on my full guard.

I closely take in a good look at her and examine.

She wears what seems to be the bottom part of a dress, furs on her legs, but it does not seem to be as if they were animal and strange boots or shoes. As I carefully examine the surface, she has burns on her legs and especially on her back. The imprint of the Fellbeast wings seem as if she was branded.

Could she have been branded by the Dark Lord himself? What of the white light that has appeared instead of the flames of Sauron?

She breathes in and out. I gently drag her from the middle of the floor against one of the sharpened pillars so that the moonlight may shine on her and I can have a better look at her form. I turn her around in my embrace and I hold her almost upright. I hold down her tight, black corset so it does not slide off her. Her eyes are still closed.

"I want to go home… please just send me home." She whispers in a raspy voice and then she coughs then takes a deep breath.

"Who took you away from your home?" Can she confirm it?

She tries to open her eyes. "Call me crazy… it cannot have been…"she coughs" been real."

"Who was it? Tell me." I urge her to go on.

"It was that eye that was on fire. It was Sauron." She opened her eyes and brown ones met mine. She is so exhausted from wherever she came.

Then her eyes went wide. "No way…" She started to become alarmed.

"What is it?" She starts to shift from where I held her.

"You're not real. You just can't be real." Her speech is getting better. She is becoming more alert.

"I do not understand. Who are you?" She rolls out of my embrace, and I believe her adrenaline is beginning to grow inside her. She begins to stand up, though trembling in her stance and holds onto her tight corset.

"No! I won't answer anything! This is a dream! I watched those movies and I have implanted myself in them like some stupid dream! This is bogus! You are not who you are! Not at all!" She is yelling strange things! She must be quiet!

"Silence your tongue! You do not know who may be eavesdropping!" I stand, and to me, she looks to be like a mere lost child.

She gasps and stares straight up at me. She must be in awe of my appearance. "Oh my God… this is an accurate dream…" All I could do was huff and give her a vexing look.

She begins to walk towards me, but she limps and I see her hiss in pain and holds onto her back and massages it. "I can assure you this is no dream. You are in Isengard on top of the Orthanc. I am-"

"-Gandalf the Grey"

"Gandalf the Grey"

She said my name at the same time as me. How does she know?

"How did you know who I was?"

She comes up to me and feels my robe, fingering it with her hands. "You really are… Gandalf the Grey… this is not a dream. This is real. I really am hurt. My corset is completely ruined, and I am so messed up." She trips up a bit. Something caught her eye next to another sharpened pillar and picked it up. She examined it and opened up this bag like thing and scoffs. There is a long strap that she is able to put in on and it rests on her shoulder and the bag on her hip.

Strange.

"You need to sit down, after all you are injured. Now tell me everything, starting with who you are." I guide her by the shoulders and gently sit her down next to the sharpened pillar once more. She sits down, and I begin to tear off some strips of cloth from the bottom of my robe and begin to tie them around her to keep her corset from falling off of her.

"Thank you… Gandalf." She doesn't know whether to look me in the eye or not. She brings her legs closer to her and covers them with the bottom part of her skirt. She runs a hand through her hair.

Hm, the sprinkle is over. No more rain. Good.

"This is a fucking dream." She stares out. What an awful word to say!

"Mind you tongue! I shall hear no foul words out of your mouth!" I scold her. I sit cross-legged in front her.

"Alright. Sorry. Didn't think it would be such a big deal…" She turns her face away from me in a pout. She shifts in her position and I see her stiffen from the pain she feels.

I glared at her. "Now please! I am asking you nicely… who are you?" Her face turns to my direction again.

"My name is Elena." That's all she says.

"Well then, Elena, if I may call you that, where do you hail from?" she huffs and smirks.

"In a far far distant land called California." Kal-i-for-nee-uh?

"Be serious, now where do you come from?" Seems to me she speaks well in Westron. She rolls her eyes at me and holds her side to rub. She will be in pain for a while.

"I'm not kidding. If this is really real, then I just got dragged here from my world into this world! You call your land 'Middle-Earth', while the world I live in called 'Earth'! But that's the whole planet! Otherwise, I live in the United States that has two large oceans on each side of the land mass, I live in California, in the city of Los Angeles. I do not belong here in Arda! This shouldn't even exist!" She breathes in and out very heavily.

"What do you mean?" I am skeptical of this woman. I lean forward to signal her to tell me more.

"You and everything around here, and that is happening isn't real! This all came from a story book which turned into a movie, that is for pure entertainment! I'm losing my mind and therefore this is all a dream. I live in a world where this world is a complete fantasy! Wizards? Elves? Magic? No cars, phones, internet… Oh my God… no internet!" She delves her hand into her pouch and pulls out a rectangular object and does a few touch maneuvers. "Yup. I'm not home anymore. No signal or 4G." She puts it back into her pouch. "This is a very very weird dream and so wrong since I actually feel pain." She brings a hand to her chin as if to think. "Maybe while Lacey was driving, we hit a tree. Yup, I'm in a coma." She nods to herself.

"We are not a story! We are very much real that it even brought you here for a reason. These books and movies as you call it have been based on something. A seer! And you are the one to tell us what you know!" That must be the answer. I'm getting ahead of myself. This theory may be very wrong, and she could be the end of us.

"Yeah freaking right! And spoil everything!? I'd rather much just sit back and relax. You know what, I'm gonna try and wake up now!" She starts to pinch herself. "Ow! This isn't working!"

"Confound it Elena! For the last time, you are not dreaming!" I realized I must keep my own voice down. "You are injured and you need to take rest! Your back is injured from the branding and you have burns all over you!" I see her lean back into the pillar, and she groans in pain. Then she whips her head toward me.

"Branding? What the heck do you mean by branding?!" She reaches over to her back using her hand and she brings it before her face. "Blood? And I felt bumps… no way. I'm burned and bloodied all over…"

"Yes you are. You must calm down otherwise you may hurt yourself more." She started to breathe in slower and she shut her eyes. She took her hands to tuck her hair behind her ears and that's when we have noticed something. She had to stroke a little higher on one side.

"What. In. The. Hell?" She did it again. "This is pointy. My left ear feels funny Gandalf." I trudged myself closer to her and I had looked at her ears.

I have never seen this before in my entire life. Not even the Half-Elves have ever come upon it.

"It seems to me, that one ear is that of the race of Men, while your other ear is that of the race of the Elves."

She is the truest Half-Elf I have ever seen… remarkable.

"Oh my God, I'm a freak of nature… I'm a monster!" She starts to have miffed cries. "I'm not me anymore or something?"

"No don't be rash. Of course you are still the same person. Something is changing about you physically is all. Please trust me. When you first appeared before me, you were just a flamed sphere. Flames representing the Eye of Sauron." I turn to the mountains and the sun is just about to rise. I turn back to her and she seemed more fearful this time. "But, then it had changed into a white light. Something has rescued you. Possibly even guided you to me. I am not fully sure, but we must make good of the time we are given and the information that we have."

"But why me? Why not someone else?" She had started to shed more tears.

"We never know why, just make good with what you have." She smiles through her tears even after all this.

"Oh man oh man oh man… this is impossible. I'm actually stuck here. In Middle-Earth. And I'm a complete freak." She touches her ears once more.

"We will figure out what to do. We shall do more research and see as to why you are presented the way you are." I try to give her an assuring smile, and it has worked. No more tears for this unknown being.

"Damn Gandalf-"

"Elena, such language will not be acceptable." I tell her in a firm voice.

"Sorry. It's just not a huge deal where I'm from. If anything, I find it fun and perfectly expressive." She smirks, "So I will slip from time to time."

"And I'll be there each and every time to discipline you for it." We can't help but share a minor laughter. But our pleasant moment has been cut short.

"It seems to me that the Dark Lord's vessel has arrived."

We both turn around to see the betrayer, Saruman. "You keep away from her!" I yell to him and stand in front of her.

"Holy moley, Sarumon?! He's real too!?" She gets closer to me and holds onto my robes.

"She is not yours to keep, Gandalf the Grey. She is to be a servant to the Dark Lord. You cannot protect her from what she truly is to be in the end." He steps closer to us. Elena stands up and stays behind me.

"You know what becomes of her?" I questioned.

He looks behind me trying to get a better look at her.

"I see she has not fully accepted her destiny. She is of no use to me or my Lord Sauron now until she accepts her new found life. Lord Sauron requests an immortal body, and for that to be easily manipulated, he needed a weakling to become an elf to fit the role. So he chose that woman from the other world."

"I'm not doing anything! Leave me alone! I just want to go home!" Elena cried out behind me.

"You will do nothing to her!" I commanded him.

"She is useless to me right now. There will be a time where she will be fully awakened Gandalf. And when she does, will you still protect her? Do you think she will use all of her power to protect this land? Don't be absurd."

"She will! I can sense that she will do good Saruman! She can make the choice to destroy all evil!" I believe in this girl.

"I'm not going to do anything I don't want to do or any of your evil shit!" She shouted. I'll have to scold her about that foul word another time.

"She will succumb to the will of the Dark Lord, and when she does, she will destroy you and those around her. She will come to Lord Sauron's side. The end result will not change. She is to be his demon vessel for she is already bearing the Fellbeasts mark representing that she now bears energy of Morgoth!"

"I will see to it that it will never happen. She will be saved. She will not join you in this war!" What is her role? She is to be his vessel? Sauron's or even the Dark Lord Morgoth's host body?

Elena pokes her head out from one side of me. "I'm nobody's vessel, host, or anybody's bitch! Stay away from us and let us go!" Elena stays behind me.

Saurman then uses his staff to toss both me and Elena down to the floor and we slide. We struggle to stand up, but that white wizard then slides us along the platform until merely our erect feet were on the Orthanc and the rest of our bodies hovering over nothing.

"Stop it! Stop it! Please!" Elena shouts out.

I say nothing, but grunt in pain. I see my moth messenger again. Gwaihir is here…

"One ill turn deserves another. It is over. Embrace the power of the Ring… or embrace your own destruction!" He then flips us forward and slams the floor.

"Ahhh!" Elena yells out in pain. She tries to push herself up.

I lift myself enough to look at Saurman's face.

"There is only one Lord of the Ring. Only one who can bend it to his will." I see Gwaihir flying towards the Orthanc. "And He does not share power." I quickly wrap my arm around Elena's torso and we jump over the edge of the Orthanc.

"What the Hell Gandalf!? Oh my God! AHHHHHHH!" And we land on Gwaihir, the Lord of the Eagles.

"Oh! Oh!" She seems to have finally noticed we were able to escape.

"Yes Child. We have escaped." I hold her tightly and I instruct her to hang onto the feathers and to steady herself and she obliges.

"This is Gwaihir, isn't it?" She turns to me. Gwaihir only sounds his voice.

"Yes it is, Elena. He will only take us as far to Edoras."

"Why not all the way to Rivendell?" She questioned me. She knows many things… perhaps I should be careful.

"Even the Lord of the Eagles must go back to his realm at some point. We can travel on foot from Edoras to Rivendell."

"Do you think in Edoras, I can get better clothes… I'm practically half naked here…" She tries to adjust with the straps and her half burnt corset to cover her front. And she doesn't care too much that she's doing it in front of a male. I look away.

She sighs and closes her eyes. "This is just all so… unreal. I'm next to Gandalf the Grey. You're supposed to be Ian Mckellen with a ton of make-up and the robes you're wearing belong in wardrobe. How is this even possible…" She hasn't yet full accepted of what is going.

"Anything is quite possible really as long as life exists. Keep going with what you have and make the best of it." I wonder how many summers she has seen.

"Being twenty-eight years old, finally getting my life together, and this happens. I was actually happy where I was. I appreciated everything. I finished my education, got my own place, I worked and made money, and I was still able to party hardy…" she digs her face into Gwaihir's feathers.

All I could do is pat her back and say, "We'll see what happens my dear. We shall see what happens. All I really believe is that even though you were brought to Isengard, you were actually brought to me to guide you."

"I'm sticking to you like paste, buddy!" She turns her head to me and smiles. I could only smile back. Such informal speech and we have only known each other for less than a day. I could feel her tremble under my hand, and I do not blame her.

"It's going to be a while before we reach Rivendell huh?" She stares out into the open getting a better grip on the feathers again.

"Yes it will. Let's get along, shall we?"

This is going to be a long journey.

"Who is she?"

"She's just lying there in the dark. I don't think even the Undying lands has heard her scream."

"Hey Man! Don't be an ass! I'm telling you, I woke up in this tree, I panicked, and I fell like eight feet! It was a normal small tree, even though all the other ones are ridiculous tall…"

"Such a foul mouth you have on you, and I can assure you I am no man! Filthy they are…" This pale motherfucker with long blond hair is being a real pompous ass! What does he mean he's not a man?

"And point your arrows away from me! This is stupid! I'm still high aren't I? And this is a bad trip. I'm going to wake up, and Elena is going to be right next to me on the couch because she had to drive home."

"Stop talking this nonsense. You are in this forest and we would like to know why. Who are you?"

Oh Jesus. They're gonna kill me aren't they?

I gulp and stand up. I try to hide myself in some bushes that were next to me, but I saw this blond guy's two henchmen just stretch out more of the string of their bows.

What a great time to wear my wedding honeymoon outfit…

"I'm… Layla…" I said. Lacey might not flow with them… and I just realized it…

"You… we… aren't speaking in English…"

"English? We're speaking Elvish of course. Can't even speak formally and now normally!"

"Haldir, give this she-elf a little break. She seems so vulnerable." Haldir? She-elf? What the fuck?!

"Please Orophin. Vulnerability can be the best disguise!" No… and I start laughing…

"Have you gone mad?" The other one had said. Must be Rumil…

"No no… I know who you guys are! And I think I'm in La-La-Land!" I do the cuckoo sign by my moving my finger in circles next to my head and whistle the cuckoo rhythm.

I just see their faces. "Come on! Haldir, Orophin, and Rumil? Where are the cameras? This has to be one of those prank shows."

Haldir, at such speeds, brought a sword to my throat. I put my hands up. "Whoa! Take it easy there buddy!"

He looked very annoyed…. Shit… "How do you know us? I never told you my brother's name! Who are you really?"

Rumil and Orophin looked even more pissed off now. "Oh God this is real. I got sucked into Middle-Earth and now," I checked my ears and I feel them… pointy…, "I'm a freak! I'm a freak of nature! I'm not normal!" I crouch down missing his sword and held my knees.

"Brother, she has gone mad." I hear their voices. I know it's not English, but… I get it…

"For the last time! Who are you and where are you from!?" Haldir yelled at me again

"I told you! I'm Layla and I fell out of that treet! I'm not an elf! I'm human! Regular ears! I don't belong here! I just don't belong here! I want to go home!"

Then I heard one of them relax in their stance… my hearing has never been that good.

"Come now Haldir. I believe that she is not evil. She is practically looking like some harlot right now." Orophin can be so… direct?

"Hey!" I was offended by that, but at least I'll admit that I look like one… "Okay, yeah, I sort of do…" I stood up and sort of kicked a random rock. Then I see Rumil bring down his bow and arrow. "I agree. She has no armor, and obviously she has no weapons, and she looks rather intriguing, wouldn't you say so Orophin?" Rumil and Orophin grin at each other.

"You perverts…"I scoff at them and in a very lame way, I try to cover myself with my hands.

"Haldir, I promise I won't do anything bad. I seriously don't know how I got here. I just found out I'm an elf, but I gotta keep my cool about these things if we are ever going to get anywhere… now this is probably be a big risk… please don't kill me… please… I have nothing."

Haldir just rolls his eyes and puts his sword away as well. Phew… I walk over to him. "Can I – uh… may I go see… The Lady of the Wood?" He immediately glares at me as if I just told him something I wasn't supposed to know.

"How do you know of her?! Speak now!" Ah! Scary Haldir again!

Come forth child. I will speak with you. A voice in my head? Probably Galadriel…

Haldir closed his eyes and then opened them again. "You are to see… the Lady of the Wood. Come." The three of them start walking away. I take a few steps and I got dizzy.

"Whoa… not so fast there guys. Gimmie a minute…" I hold my head and my lower back again. I take a minute standing there.

"We must leave now. Our Lady awaits you." I didn't quite hear Haldir, but one minute I'm standing and the next, "I don't feel so good." And I just fall. I fell into a pair of strong arms and I heard them say, "Are you alright?" and then I feel something covering me. "She is bleeding! Quickly! Back to the Galadhrim!" I feel much heavy pressure on my back and I was being tied. I'm too tired to care… I feel being raised up and my legs included. I'm being carried bridal style?

"Brother, can you carry her on your own?" Orophin's voice I recognize.

"Yes. We are not far. Let us hurry." Haldir? He was being such a dick and he's still carrying me?

At least he's cute…

Goodnight…

I have never met with such an elf in my life. How could she have not known that she was an Elf? Hasn't she been one her entire life? Ridculous! All she knows is her name. A name that isn't familiar at all to any lands nearby.

How could she have not known she was speaking Elvish? She was speaking so clearly, informal, but clearly.

Who is this girl? What purpose does she serve?

My brothers and I quickly run as her injuries may be severe. Her entire back was bleeding… what could have caused that? And her manner of attire is atrocious. It is as if she were readying to offer herself to someone! Where does she come from where females just dress this provocatively? I could practically not use my imagination to see her form. I focus staring straight out in front of me as I run.

"Haldir you are blushing!" Confound it Rumil. Still saying unnecessary things even in between breaths.

"Quite taken by her, are we? I never met a she-elf that can whisk your heart away at a moment's glance, even right after you had put a sword up to her throat."

"Orophin, just run! Now is not the time to joke!"

We must get her to a healer.