This is my first attempt at a Lord of the Rings fanfiction. The timeline and such will probably be slightly scewed and I'm going by the movie just because it is easier to follow for those who have not read the books. Thanks alot and please review!

Disclaimer: I do not own anyone or anything from Lord of the Rings. Sorry, I wish I had an elf too.

Chapter 1:

I still don't know how it happened. Even after all these years, the very thought of how I had arrived in this beautiful world leaves me puzzled. I have developed many theories over the years I've been here, but with no way to experiment, it is hard to tell if any may be the answer I seek. Nonetheless, my years as a die hard Star Trek fan were no help to me. I cannot fathom if a break in the "Time Space Continuum" was the case, or if I somehow went dimension hopping through Quantum barriers. Whatever the reason, I am here in a place I always believed to be a fantasy world. A place created in the mind of an ingenious man, but is actually as real as you and I are.

Now, enough of my philosophic prologue, you are here to read the story of the adventure I went through. An adventure that was both voluntary and involuntary. I guess the best place to start, as what is apposite, is at the beginning, for the beginning was a wondrous thing.

I suppose I should have realized that something was terribly wrong when the thunderheads began to develop over my hometown on the shoreline of Connecticut. It probably would have behooved me to have paid attention, but it was summer, thunderstorms were common, and I was late for work. I was more focused on getting ready then what was happening outside, although a thunderstorm at 8 in the morning ought to have set off warning signals in my head. However, as I had said, I was late for work. That was my top priority at that moment.

I was running from my room to the living room, trying to slide on my shoes as I was running (well more like hopping) down the hallway. As soon as they were on, I dashed to the coffee table, snatched up my blue mini ipod, dumping it in my back pack, and spun around to head downstairs and off to work. Unfortunately as I spun, my foot caught on the rug and down I went, just as a bright blue flash erupted before me. The strange thing about that flash was that yes it was outside the house, but it blinded everything before my eyes inside, if you could picture it. I wasn't too focused on it, however, since my mind was more alert on stopping my face from coming in contact with the corner of the end table. I had done it before; not a fun experience.

So there I was, falling to the ground thinking that I was going to be in severe pain in a matter of seconds, when gravity must have decided it liked me. Instead of a hard wooden surface I hit . . . . . nothing. Yea, nothing. Surprised the hell out of me, too. I was just kind off floating there, like a fish in the sea. I opened my eyes and I was met with total, and I mean total darkness. The kind of darkness one experiences when their older brother shoves them into a closet and then proceeds to block up all the cracks.

"What the fu-"

I wasn't even able to finish because, apparently, 'what the fu-' are the words that will reactivate gravity. As soon as I uttered it, light flared before my eyes, blinding me for a moment, and then I was being hurled toward the ground.

Now I will admit, I am a pretty brave person, but heights and falling from them are on the top of the list of things not to do. So when I found myself coming in contact with two of my biggest fears, yea, you could say I freaked out a little . . . . . or a lot. C'mon! If you were in my position, watching the ground rush up to you and thinking that you may or may not survive the nice, cushy impact, I bet you would scream bloody murder too!

Well, lucky for me, physics opted to go on a holiday because as I neared the nice, hard, rocky, tree infested ground, I slowed down in my decent. So, when I did hit, it only knocked the wind out of my instead of breaking every bone in my body. I was a little more than happy.

I pushed myself unto all fours, trying desperately to get sweet oxygen into my lungs when my back pack concluded now was a good time to make its entrance. It hit me squarely on the back of the head, creating a nice rainbow of stars to dance before my eyes. Rubbing the back of my head and cursing everything I could think of, I rolled over and sat up, taking a quick look at my surroundings.

I was sitting in the middle of a dirt road just over the crest of a hill. The sun was shinning, birds were singing in the trees that surrounded the road, it was eerily peaceful.

I squinted, trying to see into the distance so I could discern where I was at, but it was so damn bright I could barely see a thing. I shook my head, trying to clear it, but that only increased the headache I was developing.

I stood up, grabbing my backpack in the process, and was pinching the bridge of my nose to make my headache go away (it never works yet I always do it) when I heard a loud "whoa!" behind me. I spun around, a bad habit since I almost fell again, and came face to face with a horse/mule thingy. Squeaking from fright, I hopped back a few paces and looked past the animal to the man who was controlling it.

He was an old dude, with a long grey beard; grey . . . um . . . robes . . . and a big, grey, pointy hat. Apparently grey was in this season. As I appraised this guy, I swear I thought I had landed in Amish country.

I eyed him apprehensively as he studied me with his piercing blue eyes. I felt as if he was able to read my very soul, a very disconcerting feeling, let me tell you.

"Excuse me," I said as I backed up even more, trying to give him room to go by. No reason not to be polite, but the guy just kept staring at me. "Can I help you with something?"

He shook his head and "harrumphed" a little, then set me with another calculating stare.

"Forgive me. I was just curious as to why a . . . um . . . . young girl," he eyed my jeans and green tank top uneasily while I just crossed my arms. "A young girl would scream as if all manner of disaster had befallen her when nothing seems to be amiss. And why, for that matter, she is alone."

I winced inwardly. How the hell was I gonna get out of this one?

"Well," I started. It was a good place to start. "You see the thing is, um . . . truth be told I'm rather lost."

"You're lost?" He asked.

I nodded my head vigorously. "Yes, I am. No bloody clue where I'm at."

He continued to eye me, as if he believed nothing I was saying. "And what of that scream? Surely you were not trying to attract attention in these parts?"

"Well no, I mean yes, I mean," I sighed. "Look, I have no clue where I am or how I even got here for that matter," Liar! I fell from the sky, but did he need to know that? I think not. "And that scream was nothing more than me seeing a spider."

"A spider?"

"Yes. Nasty little buggers they are," I smiled up at him. All he did was stare at me. Ok, little annoying now.

"And where were you headed before you were lost, Miss . . . ?"

Yea, right. Like I was going to give a complete stranger my name. I shrugged. "To whatever is in front of me."

He gave me a surprised look then frowned, "Where do you hail from then?"

Again I shrugged. "Around," I answered.

"Am I going to get a direct answer from you?"

"Probably not. Look, I don't know you so, please, forgive my lack of detail."

He nodded his head in agreement with me. "You're right. You do not know me. Please forgive my lack of courtesy. I am Gandalf the Grey."

Whoa, wait, what! Did he just say what I think he said?

"C-come again?" I stuttered.

"I am known as Gandalf the Grey."

"Gandalf the Grey?" I choked incredulously. "As in Gandalf the wizard, also known as Mithrandir, also known as Stormcrow, bearer of Narya, servant of the Secret Fire, wielder of the flame of Anor? That Gandalf the Grey?"

"Yes," He replied hesitantly, peering at me with caution.

Holy shit! Either I really did hit my head . . . hard, and in a coma somewhere, or I just ended up in Amish country where one of them is a huge fan of LotR and likes to impersonate Gandalf. Someone who really looks like Ian McKellen.

"Where am I?" I breathed aloud.

"Why, you are on the edge of The Shire."

"Shire?"

"Middle Earth." Yep, I'm in a coma.

"Riiiiiight," was the last thing I muttered before my migraine, which is what my headache evolved to, took center stage and I blacked out. I also think shock played a role, but that's just me.

There you have it, my first chapter. Now please leave a review, if you would be so kind. Thanks alot.