A Silver Lining
Chapter 1

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the original characters from The Lord of the Rings Trilogy nor did I write this for any profit, kickback, or other miscellaneous financial gain.

"I hate my life. I hate it!" I shouted as I left the science room. I had done it again. Open mouth and foot doesn't insert. Oh well, it's not the first time and it certainly won't be the last. I thought.

My name is Katherine, Katie to my friends. I exited the hallway and continued to my locker. I spun the combination roughly and pulled down on the lock. I brutally shoved everything into the small blue locker, excluding The Hobbit. It was the only book that I hadn't read out of the series written by J.R.R. Tolkien. Sitting down with my head phones and book in hand, I began to start reading.

I really hated school; my home life was okay, but it wasn't great. The only escapes I could count on at any moment in time were books, music, and writing. I didn't write lyrics or sing, but I knew a wide variety of songs. I could listen to anything and everything. My favorite books were the Lord of the Rings trilogy and I had always known why. It seemed like the perfect way to get out. Sure it was dangerous, but not anymore so then my own world.

Writing was another matter. I could write short stories and as of late it seemed as though my muse had left me. I could sit down with pen and paper and nothing would come to me.

Natalie, my best friends walked up to me. "Did you hear?" She asked.

I raised an eyebrow, telling her I hadn't heard anything. I shut off my CD player, stopping it in the middle of "Superstar" by Saliva.

"Cause of the rain, we're getting out at noon" She explained.

"Where did you hear that?" I asked.

"I was in the office trying to get out of detention when I heard the woman we call master say that there's been some flooding around town,"

I smiled at the given name the school had for the Principal. I'm sure she knew what the students and the faculty called her. She had to have. If not, she was either deaf or she didn't care.

I looked at my watch. 11:50 p.m. That's nice. Of course, I have to walk home in the rain. "You need a ride," she asked, as if reading my mind.

"No, I'll manage," I responded shrugging slightly. It made no difference to me if I had to walk in the rain or not. Frankly, I enjoyed the rain; no one could see you cry.

"Okay," Natalie said, disbelieving the statement I had made.

I heavily sighed and stood up, opening my locker and shoving my books into my bag. I pulled on my Old Navy gray hoodie over my head and down over my body. I placed my CD player in the front pocked of my hoodie and hit "play".

As soon as the bell rang for dismissal, I was out the front door. The rain seemed like it was coming down in sheets and it was only a matter of moments before lightning lit up the blackened sky. The added bonus of thunder made me wish I had gotten a ride from Natalie after all. Oh well.

I tightly pulled the hood over my head and started toward the back of the school. I walked down the blacktopped one-lane road and continued down the street. I turned down my road and took an immediate left, getting to my house only to see it in flames. The fire department was there, trying to get inside, but to no avail.

I ran up to them. "What's going on?" I asked, fear evident in my voice.

"You live here?" the captain asked.

I shook my head yes, fearing to speak. "Ma'am, you're house exploded. Gas pipe. Your parents are still inside. I'm afraid we're unable to get to them," he told me.

Tears welled up in my dark green eyes. An explosion rocked the fire department and me. It came from my house. There was no stopping the fire, regardless of the rain that was pouring down to the earth. My beautiful home suddenly collapsed and I knew deep within my heart and soul that my parents hadn't survived.

Even through the rain, I could feel the tears slipping down my face and I could do nothing to stop them.

I took off for the woods not caring where I went or wound up. I stopped in a large clearing. A pond lay in the middle, the water dark green and disgusting from the algae. Sitting down on a boulder, I let my tears fall from my eyes. The wind howled and 

it tickled my tear stained face. I looked up only to see a ghostly image. It was female judging from the long blond hair that stopped just above the small of her back. It was brought back into a small braid that lay in the middle of her head. She wore a simple white dress, with the sleeved flaring out. She was pale, but had deep blue eyes. Her ears were pointed up at the top and it made me wonder if I was dreaming. I pinched myself…nope, not dreaming.

"Katherine, the people need you," she called.

Her voice sounded soft and melodic. "What people?" I questioned.

"You're foresight will change the fate of this war. Take my hand and all of your pain will ease," she said, ignoring my question.

"Doubt it," I muttered. "I couldn't get that lucky,"

"Do not fear," the female said. She held out her hand.

Oh what the hell. I thought. The worse thing that could happen is that it doesn't work and even though I pinched myself, it actually was a dream.

I reached out and touched her hand. I was engulfed by a bright white, which slightly blinded me. The next thing I knew, I was falling to the ground, landing on the cold, hard ground with an almost sickening thud.

Groaning and shaking my head, I tried to rid myself of the dizziness I felt. I stood up and noticed my bag was lying beside me. I picked it up and looked around at my surroundings. I was in the middle of a forest. The air was cool, but none of the leaves were turned, which most likely mean it was spring or just a cool summer day. I moaned in pain. My left arm was killing me and for good reason. The gash in my upper arm was bleeding profusely. "Great," I said, the sarcasm dripping from my voice. "Anything else you want to throw at me while we're here?"

I wiped away the dried blood and carefully took off my hoodie. It was larger than I had originally thought, which made it hurt worse the moment I took in the entire wound. I tied the sweatshirt around my waist and slung my book bag over my right shoulder. I started walking and it wasn't long before nighttime had reached me.

I set up camp and found some wood and collected some dry leaves. 

I unzipped the front pouch of my book bag, and pulled out a small lighter. I didn't smoke, but I was always prepared. I was always in the woods and needed something to light the campfires. Within seconds my fire was steadily going. I had no food, no first-aid kit and no blankets. Well, it's official; I've hit rock bottom. I thought bitterly. Speaking of rocks… I pulled my shoe and dumped the small pebbles out onto the ground.

I flopped onto the ground and started pulling apart leaves and sticks and throwing them into the fire. What now? I thought.

I had no idea where I was, what I was near, what was near me. I had no way of knowing what direction I was going in or what direction I should be going in. I looked up at the stars, trying to find something familiar, but none of the constellations matched up to what I knew, which didn't bode well for me. With no North Star, I was up the creek without a paddle.

One good thing came out of this however. I was no longer in the rain and the thunder and the lightning. The forest made for a good place to sleep, if I knew there were no bears or mountain lions out there ready to eat me. I heard an owl in the distance and a small chirp of a bird, but nothing large.

Without any warning, I heard a twig snap and looked around, but saw no one. "Who's out there?" I shouted.

No answer. I'm becoming paranoid. I snapped at myself.

I suddenly felt someone grab me from behind and cover my mouth. I struggled and thrashed, but my captor was stronger than me. "Relax, I'm not here to hurt you," a voice said.

It belonged to a male. I froze, not knowing what to do or what he actually wanted. He released my mouth and moved in front of me. I narrowed my green eyes. "Who are you?" he asked.

I looked at him. He had shoulder length blond hair and dark blue eyes. "Can you not speak?" he asked.

"I can speak, I just chose not to," I replied, curtly.

"Why?" he asked, curiosity shining in his azure eyes.

I wryly smiled. "Every time I speak, I end up saying stuff that I shouldn't. My mouth tends to get me into a lot of trouble" I quickly explained.

"Can you at least tell me your name my lady?" he asked.

"It's Katherine,"

"That's a beautiful name,"

"Thank you,"

I stood up, not moving my left arm. "You're injured," he observed.

"Just a scratch. Nothing big," I told him.

He touched my scratched arm and I recoiled in pain. "That's more than a scratch my lady. Will you allow me to treat it?" he asked.

"I do not know you name," I told him.

"Of course. Forgive me. My name is Legolas Greenleaf," he said.

Legolas? Greenleaf? Middle Earth Legolas? Is that possible? I thought.

"My lady? Are you alright?" he asked.

"Yes, just tired," I lied.

"Why don't you gather your belongings and come to my campsite?" he asked.

"I would put you at an imposition," I simply told him.

"A beautiful maiden like you is no imposition," Legolas said.

"Flattery will get you nowhere, young elf," I said, smirking at his reaction.

"Aye, I suppose not, but it was a good try, was it not?" he asked.

I truly smiled. "Aye, a good try indeed,"

"Please my lady? I would feel better if you were safe," Legolas said.

I sighed. Well, this can't get any weirder. I'm in Middle Earth, talking with an Elf. An Elf Prince at that. I thought.

"Very well," I said, dejectedly.

Legolas smiled and put out the fire, while I grabbed my book bag. I followed him for about ten minutes, almost losing him in the dark. The only light was the full moon, but the trees blocked even that.

We stopped at a very small clearing. A campfire was roaring in the center with three blankets spread out around it. Great, he's not alone.

"Elladan and Elrohir won't harm you Lady Katherine," Legolas said, as if he knew my apprehension.

Aren't those Lord Elrond's sons? I asked myself. You're your belongings down and sit down," the Elf Prince ordered.

I placed by bag by a tree and I walked over to Legolas. "Sit here," he instructed.

I sat down in front of him, where he told me. He lifted the sleeve of my shirt up to see the full extent of the gash. He took a rag with some water and wiped the dried blood away. I scrunched my face up in pain. "Lady Katherine, I must warn you that this will be painful," Legolas warned.

I watched him take a light green leaf, dip it in water and crumple it up. He took my arm and held on to it. He placed the wet leaf into my cut. It stung like he was putting alcohol on it. I bit down on my bottom lip to stop from crying out in pain. Tears threatened to spill out of the corner of my jade eyes. He wasn't joking when he said it would be painful.

He repeated the same thing with another leaf, and placed it next to the first one he placed in my wound. A whimper escaped from my throat and passed thought my lips. I tried to pull my arm away but he held on to it. "No more," I whispered, knowing full well his Elvish hearing would pick it up.

"I'm sorry. I have to," he told me.

"No you don't. You can stop right now, and I wouldn't mind one bit," I told the Elf.

"True, but then infection might set it. Believe me, it's easier and a lot less painful if we take care of it right now," came the statement, as he placed another leaf into her wound.

I shouted, but clamped down on my lips. "Amin hiraetha Forgive me," he whispered.

"I have nothing to forgive you for. It's not your fault," I said.

Legolas's head shot up and looked at her in surprise. Ah shit! How am I going to get myself out of this one? I thought.

"You understand Elvish?" Legolas asked.

"Not much but enough to get me around for a while," I lied to him.

Truth was I understood a lot of Elvish. "Very few mortals understand Elvish. Finding a stranger who understands it is…surprising," he said.

You mean startling, don't you? I snorted. "It's understandable. It's the language of your people," I told him.

Placing one last leaf in her wound, he started to wrap it. "I'll look at it tomorrow. It should be okay for tonight," he said.

"Diola lle Thank you,"

Legolas smiled. "Lle creoso you're welcome,"

"Legolas, we caught a few rabbits," Two young Elves walking into the clearing.

Both looked similar to the other. Elladan and Elrohir. I thought.

"I wasn't aware we were going to have company," one of them said.

"I found her a few minutes back. She was alone and injured," Legolas explained.

"She's also mortal," the other said.

"I meant you no harm," I spoke up.

"You don't belong here," the first one said.

"Elladan…" Legolas warned.

"Whether I belong here or not, I am here. I'm sorry if that displeases you, but you have no choice but to live with it. I'll be gone by first light tomorrow. I ask nothing of you. No food or water. I didn't ask for Legolas to tend to my arm, but he did so because he's a kind gentleman, which is more than I can say about you two," I said to them, impolitely.

Sue me! I was exhausted, starving, slightly cold, my hair was still damp from the rain, and I had seen my house blow up with my parents still inside. They could deal with a little bit of attitude!

Suddenly, two arrows were pointed at my face. I had to open my mouth. I thought.

"You've got guts. Not too many people talk back to an Elf," Elrohir said.

"I'm not your average person," I said.

"Elladan, Elrohir, put your bows away. They are not needed here," Legolas said, trying to defuse the situation.

"You're lady friend needs to learn some manners and her place," Elrohir said.

"Which is where?" I asked.

"Not out in the wild where Orc or Warg can reach you," Elladan said.

"I do not fear Orcs or Wargs. I welcome death," I told them.

I walked off, picking up my stuff and leaving the clearing.

"Lady Katherine, don't go," Legolas said.

"Why should I stay? Obviously I'm not welcomed here," I shot back.

"Ignore them. They mean you no harm,"

"Those arrows that were pointed in my face told me otherwise,"

"Please stay?"

I sighed. "Fine, one night. No more,"

I walked back and sat down against a tree on the opposite side where Elladan and Elrohir were sitting. I pulled out my CD player and stuck in Avril Lavigne's CD. I hit play and it started with "Losing Grip". I closed my eyes and turned it up full blast, not caring about anything but the music. I fell asleep sometime after that.