Disclaimer: All characters, places, and names that pertain to the Lord of the Rings trilogy do not belong to me, they are the property of the genius J.R.R. Tolkien. I just want to stress that I do not own anything, with the exception of anything you have never heard of before, then that is naturally mine.

A/N: Okay, I got the disclaimer done, now I need to explain a few key points before I begin my second story.

One: This is not a self-insert, I just decided to write this in first person narrative. My other story is in third. I think I might use some third person, but not much. I have found you can develop certain character emotions more in first person narrative.

Two: I did take the idea of a girl getting pulled into Middle Earth, but she does not join the Fellowship, I repeat, she does not join the Fellowship!

And Three: I am going to make this as interesting as possible, but as of right now I have no idea what is going to happen. I am coming up with the story line as I type. I also don't have any idea how long it will be in between up dates.

Now, that's out of the way. I really hope you enjoy reading my story and I will look forward to seeing your reviews.



I'm going to share my story with you. Don't run away screaming yet. I swear on all that is holy and isn't that it did happen just as I am telling it to you. Each word that is written here is exactly as it happened.

After you finish reading this, then you have my permission to run away screaming. But until then, please just listen...


I had just moved to a new town, I was what you would call a "newby"; fresh out of college, deciding to strike out on my own. I had managed to rent a small apartment across the street from where I was employed, "Wildlife Dream" magazine. I was the top photographer, I was making a name for myself. What more could a girl ask for?

To add to my already perfect life, twenty miles south of the town there was a wildlife preserve. The perfect spot to start my shooting. This was going to be big!

My boss had come up to me the fateful day this all began with an idea; she told me that the magazine was doing an exclusive on the flora and fauna of this particular preserve, and they wanted me to take the pictures!

Naturally, I was thrilled. I was no more than a year out of college and I was already working at as a solo photographer. The only damper on my newfound plans was I was only going on a scouting mission. I was only supposed to take a small camera and take a few pictures to show to the boss, she had to okay them before we went into any major shooting. Needless to say, I was still excited. My first real shoot!

"Emily! I need those pictures as soon as possible. I want you to get out there this evening!"

That's my boss, lovely woman isn't she?

"All right! All right! I'm going! See, I am now walking out the front door!"

As I was walking out of the door, a small man grabbed my shoulder and swung me around.

"So, do you think that you need any help? You know, I could always carry your equipment for you."

"No, thank you Lester. I'm fine."

"Are you sure? You might hurt my feelings if you say no."

"Good-bye Lester."

Lester had the luck to be one of the ugliest and slimiest men on the face of the planet. Hell, I don't think the aliens even have something that is comparable.

Ugh! How I hate that man, always hanging on me! Why won't he leave me alone? Its not like I'm anything special to look at; if he wants that he should go check out the receptionist, Cherisse. That chick has enough boob for the both of us!

But honestly, I am not that pretty. I have shoulder length, straight, brown hair. Brown, boring eyes, and I'm almost five feet nine. Pretty much the only thing I have going for me looks wise is that I am really athletically built. Seriously, I look like I spend all of my time working out or something. But other than that, I am just boring, plain and simple. I guess I get my figure from all of the running I do. In high school I was the track star; sadly that's all I have to brag about, if you hadn't already picked up on it I'm not exactly beauty queen material.

Lester still wasn't giving up on me. He just wouldn't go away.

"Lester! Will you leave me alone?"

"Ah, but why would you want that?

"Because I think you are an annoying, despicable person. For the last three months you have done nothing but hound me for a date! Leave me alone!"

"All right. I will, for now." With that he winked at me and walked away.

"Thank God I'm going to be gone for the weekend, I don't know how much more I could handle of this," I muttered.

"Emily! Why aren't you gone yet? Time is money, and money is time!"

My lovable boss again.

"Ms. McArthur, I think I'm going to need Saturday off, that is if I want to get these pictures done and developed."

I looked up from sorting through my camera equipment and came face to face with a short middle-aged woman who thought she was a big time executive.

"All right, but you know I'm not paying for the extra time off?"

"Yeah, I figured as much."

"What does that mean?" she snapped.

"Ahh, nothing," I said quickly. "It's getting late, I still need to find a camping spot for the night. I better get going."

"My thoughts exactly."

"All right, I'll be in on Sunday afternoon."

"Morning, Sunday morning. Time is money."

"All right, Sunday morning. I'll make sure these pictures will blow your socks off."

"I hope so, I need those. Now get!"

Doesn't she just radiate love? Argh.


Finally got the trunk of my little Dodge Neon packed. Let me tell you, that was no easy task. I had decided that I needed a weekend alone, so I was in other words milking Ms. McArthur for as much money as I could. I was supposed to be on "business." Well so what? I like camping, and I knew I could get these pictures early in the morning so I might as well get an extra day to relax right? I mean, it only makes sense.

But, oh, my luck was not with me tonight.

By the time I finally reached the perimeter of the park, it was eight at night. Major rush hour traffic. Then the guy at the entrance booth of the park wasn't going to let me in, something about too many wild animals for only one girl to handle. Yeah, right, I am not a three-year-old; I think I can handle some birds and raccoons. I mean, do I look that pathetic?

Oh, don't even get me started on setting up the stupid tent. That took me close to an hour. The stupid thing that I bought, brand-new mind you, didn't come with instructions! So here I was in the middle of the woods, (I had picked the most secluded campsite that I could find) fighting this tent like it was a wild animal. Needless to say, we fought, but I won, (barely). When I finally fell into my sleeping bag I was exhausted and excited about the "shoot" tomorrow. My exhaustion won, I fell into a deep, dreamless sleep.


When I awoke the next morning, I found that besides all of the trouble I had had yesterday, I was glad beyond all measures that I was here. It was a perfectly calm, bright day-chilly, but not bad. Besides it was still early, it would warm up eventually.

Seeing that someone up in the sky was agreeing with me, I hurried to get dressed in my "camera clothes" as I fondly called them. Khaki carpenter shorts, hiking boots, and a white and blue striped tank top. I tied my favorite red sweatshirt around my middle and grabbed my little knapsack. You never know what you might need. I had everything you could possibly think of in that bag: first aid kit, obviously my camera, extra film, map of the park, compass, matches, water, energy bars (lunch), etc. It was actually pretty heavy, but my track days made me pretty damn strong I'm proud to say. The coach was a slave driver.

I crawled out of my tent, stood up and stretched as many bones cracked and popped-that tent is really cramped inside. I went over to my car and checked that everything was out of sight, I didn't want anyone breaking in. Seeing that everything was in order, I decided I was ready to go.

I had just hiked out to the gravel road that led to the other campsites, when I saw a little trail that caught my attention. I also noticed that it wasn't marked as a "real" park trail. I figured that was a good thing-fewer people that traveled it, the more animals that probably used it. It was my lucky day! I started to walk.


This is getting really ridiculous.

I had now been walking for roughly five hours. No animals, no signs, no people, and worse yet, no more trail. Guess what? I was lost.

Oh, don't get me wrong. It's not like I intentionally lost the trail, no, I didn't do that. I just happened to see some deer tracks and decided to follow them, what can I say? I was bored out of my mind by then. Then wouldn't you know it, the next time I looked up from the tracks, they had disappeared, I was in the middle of a forest with no trail. Remember when I said it was my lucky day? Yeah, well scratch that.

After I had finally calmed down enough to think a little, (I had been running around in circles screaming, "The birds or raccoons or the deer are going to eat me! I'm going to die!") I remembered that I had a map of the park and a compass. Maybe my situation wasn't as bad as I had originally thought.

I dug them out and sighed in frustration.

Nope, it wasn't as bad as I had originally thought.

It was worse.

At the park's visitor's center, I didn't grab a map like I thought I did, I had grabbed a flyer advertising the new and improved bathrooms in the park! Someone just shoot me!

'Okay, Emily just relax. This is not the end of the world; you are not going to die. All you need to do is walk in a straight line. I mean, how hard can it be to find a service road or a highway anyway?' I thought to myself.

Needless to say, I didn't try and think about the fact that the park stretched for miles and miles in all directions. That's just a small technical difficulty right?

Anyway I had gotten my compass out of my pack and was on a course of straight east. If my memory was correct, I believed that was the closet of the park's borders. I started walking.


As of right now, I had been walking for close to six hours, run through my entire vocabulary of swear words, and was very pissed off.

Suddenly, right in front of me, was a faint outline of an old road, or at least it was a break in the trees. It looked like the trees had almost been cut back, as if for a service road, a long time ago.

"Booyah!" I shouted.

I started out jogging at a fast pace. Up ahead, a short way, the road curved to the right sharply. I would have probably noticed the sound of others walking if I hadn't been so immersed in my own congratulations.

'Way to use your head Emily! You did it! I'm going to get out of here ali-'

Just as I rounded the bend in the road, I came face to face with a group of four normal sized men, what looked like four children and one very short and very hairy man.

I was stunned. I was just about to say something, when I noticed that all of them had weapons. (Swords, bow and arrows and for all I knew, bazookas behind their backs.) Even the kids had weapons and worse yet all these very sharp and pointy weapons were aimed at me.

I stood motionless, stunned, for a moment and then I did what every life-loving creature would do at a time like this.

I ran.


A/N: Whew! That was a long one. Well tell me what you think. You know should I continue this, is it interesting. That sort of thing.

Thanks bunches!