Chapter 2! Yay! OK, I wasn't sure where to go with this story so this is what I came up with. A few options were to write the story at a point where nothing is happening so before the quest for Mt. Doom started or after, to put this under the Hobbit and do it during that or to do it during the main series. I chose the main series because it promised the most action and I have no imagination to make up my own adventure. This will NOT be tenth walker, in the sense that she comes much later into the story, once the fellowship is already broken. Sorry if it's not what you wanted. If you have any suggestions for things you want to see happen please review or pm me to tell me! I'll consider all the things you say.

PS this is probably going to be movieverse, but I'm likely to change certain events.

Disclaimer: I do not own Lord of the Rings.

Chapter 2:

I opened my eyes to blackness. My head was spinning and my knees felt weak. The tiny bit of moonlight that could be seen poking through what looked like a canopy of leaves, reflected off three pairs of eyes looking down at me. I let out a strangled cry and tried to scramble away from them when I realized I couldn't. The only thing I could move was my head. What the hell?

"Who are you?" said a male voice with a Scottish accent.

"Who-I-me?" I managed to get out. The words caught in my throat in fear and the worst part was I knew I couldn't run away. I was trapped. What if the things attached to the eyes were evil?

"Yes, who are you?" asked a much deeper, much older, much scarier voice. It talked slowly as if it had all the time in the world.

"My name is..." My voice shook slightly as I tried to respond. I found I couldn't finish the sentence. I racked my brains, coming up with nothing. What was my name? "I don't know."

"You don't know your own name?" The deep voice repeated. "I think she's lying." It said to the other pairs of eyes.

"I'm not so sure," said a new voice. This voice sounded more like the first in tone, though this one had a British accent instead.

Suddenly, I saw 2 dark shapes descend the tree that all the pairs of eyes were in. They moved towards me but there was nothing I could do. The moonlight fell on them when they reached me, allowing me to finally see them. They were adorable, little men with vests and curly hair. They both looked inquisitive and I realized that although they could be evil, it was unlikely. I relaxed a bit but still kept my guard up. The slow, deep voice had sounded dangerous.

"She doesn't look evil," said the Scottish one to the other.

"We can't be sure Pip," the other responded. I recognized the British accent as the one who had spoken third. That meant the deep voiced one was still in the tree.

"I'm not evil!" I said quickly, shaking my head. I looked at them desperately. "I'm just lost! I don't know where I am and I can't remember my name! Please don't hurt me!" I directed that last part at the thing in the tree.

"I say we help her," the one called 'Pip' said.

"I don't know..." the other looked as if he was weighing all the options in his head.

"Please," I begged. "If I am evil you can keep an eye on me and if I'm not then you will have helped me. Please."

The little men thought about it for a moment. Feeling was beginning to return to my hands and feet and I flexed my fingers. Thank goodness, I wasn't paralyzed.

"She makes a good point," Pip commented. The other still looked uncertain but he nodded.

"Aright, we'll help you."

I breathed a sigh of relief. "Thank you!"

Pip knelt beside me, a kind smile on his face. "I'm Pippin, this is Merry." The names suited them. Pippin pointed upwards at the tree where the deep voice was coming from. "And that's Treebeard." Treebeard? What sort of name was that?

"What are you?" I asked, having never seen anything like them before. Sure, I had seen midgets, etc but they didn't have such hairy feet (which I realized both Merry and Pippin had).

"Hobbits. Big folk, such as yourself, have probably never heard of us." Merry responded, seeming to warm up to me slightly.

"You're right, I have no idea what that is." I told them truthfully.

"Halflings," was all Merry said.

I shook my head. "Sorry, I still don't know what you are."

Pippin shrugged as if it didn't bother him. "Most people don't."

"What about Treebeard?" I asked. "What is he?" I still couldn't see him but I could tell from the way his voice sounded and how spread apart his eyes were, that he was not a hobbit.

Some light began to pour through the trees and I realized the sun must've come up. I looked up to where the other pair of eyes were and gaped.

"Treebeard," Pippin began. "Is an ent."

Love it? Hate it? Please review! No new chapters until I get a review. I know it's short but I didn't have much time for writing this week and I had writers block with this story. You see, I had it for a long time before posting it so... Anyways, hopefully this will move things forwards a bit and maybe she'll meet Legolas soon ;)

Tell me what you think, it would mean a lot!

Thanks,

~Liliana