Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters featured here aside from my own OC and I most certainly do not own the story of both JRR Tolkien and Rick Riordan.

Author's Note: This is the revised and edited version of my fanfic "Maiden's Heart" I was honestly scared to publish this cause I am not really that committed to writing long fanfics much but as a way of coping right now, writing this is my only excuse of not wasting my time lmao. And please do excuse my grammar mistakes and whatnot, English isn't my first language.

DEMIGODS ALWAYS SAY THEY HAVE IT ROUGH. From their "always being hunted down by monsters" dilemma to their unfixable mommy and daddy issues, they complain on a daily basis about the struggles of their existence. Not that what they say isn't true, but have they ever paused to consider what it's like to be a god? Probably not.

And I'm not talking about the Olympians, who are too busy basking in their divine status to care. I'm talking about the minor gods.

You might be wondering why you've never heard of them. Names like Iris, Hypnos, and Nike (no, not the shoes) might ring a bell. But most minor gods dwell in the shadows—underappreciated, forgotten.

One of those overlooked deities? That'd be Amaranthine.

AKA, me.

I know, my name sounds super fancy. "Immortal" or "everlasting"—real subtle, Mom. (Love ya, though.) But here's the thing: I'm neither a minor god nor an Olympian. I'm what they call a nameless god.

Yep. You heard me.

"How is that even possible?" you ask. Trust me, even I wonder sometimes. At a thousand-plus years old, I should be governing some important cosmic force or whatever like other deities. But I gave that up because, well…it was boring. Don't freak out, though—I'm not the only nameless god out there. We're kind of a secret club.

Then you might be wondering. "So what do you even do?" Good question, dear reader.

I dabble. A bit of freelance constellation-making here, a little minor tide-controlling there. I've even helped out with a few quests when I'm feeling generous. You'd be surprised how often the gods need someone to run errands or do the dirty work they're too lazy to do themselves.

I do it all without the glory or fanfare that comes with being a "proper" deity. I'm the behind-the-scenes type. The one who makes sure things run smoothly while the Olympians soak up the praise. They think they have it rough, but they have no idea what it's like being the unsung hero of the divine world.

And honestly? I kind of like it. While the gods are squabbling over titles and thrones, I'm free to roam and live on my own terms. No expectations. No strings attached. That is, until Artemis called.

Long story short— I used to be one of her hunters. So when she called, I figured it was just another rant about how men are the worst or something. But no, it was bigger than that.

Here's the deal: I was sent on this mission that was totally not mandatory (spoiler: it totally was) to find the demigod son of Poseidon. You know, the usual "Amaranthine, it's super important, I can't risk the life of one of my hunters, you're the only option!" type of quest. Fine, whatever. I'm used to it. But here's the twist: just when I'm getting started, things go sideways. Literally. One minute I'm cruising along, and the next? Boom. I'm not in America anymore or on earth for that matter. Nope, I've somehow been dropped into this place called Middle-earth. Yeah, that Middle-earth.

Now, instead of finding Perseus Jackson, I'm stuck with shiny elves, ugly orcs and trying to fight some evil guy named Sauron. How did this happen? No idea. But what was supposed to be a simple errand has turned into a whole new epic mess.

And I'm stuck right in the middle of it. Fun times, right?

So, dear friends, this is the beginning of the story of how a nameless god and former hunter of Artemis, ended up on an insane journey into another world. Buckle up, because things are about to get messy.