Probability By Thalia Weaver

A/N: Okay. This is a self-insert, and probably a Mary-Sue. And not that well-written. It deserves flames. But I was compelled. My Muse was about to murder me, and was threatening to give me Permanent Writer's Block if I didn't write this.

Disclaimer: LotR isn't mine. Thalia is me.


"Nine Walkers you shall be, to balance the Nine Riders that are evil," Lord Elrond Peredhil proclaimed. An odd feeling, nothing but a slight momentary tremor, really, touched the most perceptive Elves of the group. Most of them did not even notice it, for they were too caught up in the council's aftermath. At any rate, it was never discussed by them, and was probably forgotten.

To those not familiar with the quantum multidimensional theory, what actually happened then would be near impossible to understand. Instead let us say that Elrond's commanding voice set off a chain of events that culminated in three things: an Elf in Lothlorien had a momentary craving for chocolate; a philology professor at Oxford jotted "in a hole in the ground there lived a hobbit" on the back of a test paper; and a sleeping young lady woke up in Middle Earth.

Unfortunately, it is the last culmination of the probability chain that will be discussed here.