Summary: Two girls fall into middle Earth, fall in love with certain blonde elf princes, yadda yadda yadda- We all know that story. But this, my dear friends, is something altogether different. It is a tale of humour and adventure, with just that little titch of romance and angst. Two girls are transported to Middle Earth, and wind up somewhere completeley unexpected. They meet all those wonderous characters that Tolkien invented, but with unexpected reactions...

Sadly, I don't happen to own any of Tolkien's master peices, I just muddy them up. You know, just for the un of it and all that :P

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It all started out with a perfectly innocent camping trip with my best friend Camille. I'm not going to say it all went bad though, because it was, in all truth, the best thing that could have happened to either of us. But, alas, I am getting ahead of myself. So I'll go back to the very beginning and tell our tale as it is meant to be told.

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" Reah! Decide already! It isn't that hard! Truth or dare! " My best friend Camille, fellow insane one and Tolkein worshipper, said in an exasperated voice.

I pondered the choices some more. Camille's dares were outrageous and usually WAY to embarrassing to be healthy, and usually left me wondering just how much spare time she had on her hands, but her truths were equally embarrassing and way to revealing.

I eventually decided on truth, because the last dare she had given me included running up and down the length of the street I lived on.

Shirtless.

Thankfully, none but a few of my elderly neighbors had seen me, and other than getting strange looks for a few weeks after the incident, no one said anything about it.

As I voiced my decision, the evil glint that had been in Camille eyes disappeared. It was apparent that she had had a great ( horrible for me) dare all figured out, but I had unknowingly thwarted her evil plans.

After grumbling for a few minutes and sounding suspiciously like Gollum, she told me to wait while she got something uber-embarrassing for me planned out.

While she though, I stared out of the tent door, into the dark forest we were camping near. Every few months, Camille and I would come to this area and stay for a few days, occasionally up to a week, and just relax and have fun. Of course, we would never camp in the same spot more than once, because, really, where is the fun in being predictable?

Camille was the more serious of the two of us; she always had been, and most likely always would be. She was tall and blonde with bright blue eyes, she was a great artist, and one of the most beautiful people I had ever seen. Not that you would hear me say the to her face, of course.

I was the stereotypical hyper, bouncy short little midget. I had nearly raven black hair and hazel eyes covered with glasses, which I hated, and a love for all things chocolate. I usually had a least two candy bars stashed somewhere in my room or my bag, much to my mothers chagrin. I also loved drawing, even though Camille and I had very different styles.

The two things thing that we both had in common, other than the artiness and the Tolkein worshipping, was that we both longed to go to Middle Earth, Valinor, Aman... The whole shebang. We had ever since we read the books when we were twelve and saw the movies even before that. After nearly six years, we were still obsessed. We had made up elvish names for one another, and thus our nicknames for one another, Toby for her and Tarry for me, Reah, had nothing to do with our real names at all. Her elvish name was Tobostiel Raina, and mine Lostariel. We both knew several phrases on Sindarin, Quenya, and Westron, and I knew several well-chosen insult in the Black Speech- my personal favorite, as a matter of fact. We both learned archery and fencing over the years, and I had actually bought myself a LOTR movie sword off of the internet. Much to my disappointment, it wasn’t even nearly sharp- which was most likely a good thing for everyone else.

The second thing was our absolute love of fan fiction. We wrote it, we read it, we loved it. Simple enough.

Camille finally burst out with a frustrated “Arg! I can’t think of anything good! Let’s go for a walk in the forest or something like that!"

And we did just what she suggested. She grabbed her bag, which was full of Tolkein’s various works, including the LOTR trilogy, the Silmarillion, Unfinished Tales, And my personal favorite, Lost Tales, and a flashlight, incase we found a nice tree to sit and read in.

After a while, we found an ancient cedar tree with low, broad branches, and hopped up into it. We read in silence for a while, before Camille spoke up, in a slightly saddened tone of voice, “ I really wish we could go there. Middle-Earth, I mean. It sounds like such an improvement over this place. Here, all we seem to have is pollution and electronics, and everyone seems to have forgotten how beautiful the green, rolling fields are, and instead destroy them to build houses and malls. In all truth, I hate this place. I really, truly do.”

I nodded.

“ I do to. I even know the first thing I would do if I went there.” I started to grin. “ I would take the nearest ship to Valinor, walk up to Mandos’ halls, find Namo, and give him a bear hug whilst telling him that he’s just a big softie inside and he should let his true character show up one in a while. Then I would flee, flee fast like the wind on a hurricane-ey day before he could zap me with his Valamagic™ and turn me into a rabid mouse or something. "

She snickered at the last part.

“ Well, you already look and act like a rabid mouse, so he would have to do all that much.”

I was, sadly enough, the one who took the brunt of far to many short jokes. Especially at the hands of Camille.

I glared at her for a few seconds while she tried to keep a straight face, and then we both burst out laughing. After the laughter had died down, she enlightened me on what she would do if she got to Middle-Earth.

“ Well, after accompanying you to Valinor, because there is absolutely no way I would let you go by yourself- you would probably burn the place down, for Eru’s sake- I would trot over to Rivendell. Once I was there, I would find myself a nice ‘lil bit of elvish eyecandy…Namely Glorfindel or Elrohir, of course, and attach myself to his leg , and never ever let go. Unless it was to re-attach myself to his arm or his waist or something.”

We both laughed at the mental pictures this brought into our sick little minds, and then I caught a glimpse of the time of my watch.

“ Toby, it’s nearly dawn. I’m going to need my morningly caffeine and a nice long nap REALLY soon.”

Needless to say, we headed back to the campsite immediately- or tried to. That was when fiction decided to turn real and spin us into it’s vortex.

After a few minutes walking, it became apparent that we were lost- hopelessly so, by the looks of it. I looked over to Camille, about to ask her if she had any idea whatsoever where we were, because I sure as heck didn’t when I noticed she was glowing a bright, rather ethereal blue. I gasped, and she looked over at me. Her eyes widened, and she gave an identical gasp to mine. I looked down at myself , and saw that I was also glowing the same bright blue. We looked at eachother wordlessly, barely daring to believe what we were seeing. As I opened my mouth to say something, an ethereal voice started chanting incomprehensible words, and a flash of blinding, neon green light enveloped us both. When I stopped seeing spots and looked around, I saw something mond-bogglingly amazing- something I had only dreamed of.

We were both surrounded by lush, green fields. Before us was forest. A forest of golden trees.