Another day another story, I have a feeling that somehow someday people will start wondering how I write so many stories, I honestly don't know how I manage myself, a horde of plot bunnies attacked me and this was the result, I hope you enjoy this and here I leave you with my BRAND NEW STORY

Alex

I opened my eyes lazily, the sun was hitting me exactly on my face, I grunted as I closed my eyes trying to avoid the damned light, I remembered closing the blinds the night before so what the actual fuck. I tried to push myself to a sitting position when I felt grass beneath me, and let me tell you, there's nothing more fucked up than waking up in plain grass, I stood as fast As I could and proceeded to examine my surroundings, as far as I could see, I was in the middle of nowhere, great just great.

To make things marginally worse, I was wearing the same short dress and heels that I had been wearing last night, had I been kidnapped? Assassinated in my sleep and this was some sort of purgatory? I sighed, took my heels off, because there was no way I was going to damage my Louboutin's with this fucking ground, and started walking, perhaps I could find someone to show me the shortest way to civilization.

An hour later and I was still walking, I was tired and thirsty and absolutely ready to be done with this shit. Honestly after I found civilization I was never EVER, going outdoor again, it was going to be office life for me. I kept walking until I found a little stream, there I drank some water, because I was seriously on the road to dehydration, after sitting on a rock for a few minutes I decided to follow the stream upwards because I was bound to find something, sooner or later.

I was ready to murder someone, the sun was about to go down, I was hungry and water wasn't cutting it down for me anymore. And honestly I thought it was all lost until I heard voices, at this point I was probably hallucinating but it was worth a shot. I hid behind a bush and I could see five figures huddled in the semi-dark light, it looked like a single father with four kids camping, they seemed safe, so I decided to get out of the bush and head towards them.

"Hello" I greeted lifting my hands so they could see that I carried no weapons, just my shoes, the father stood, he seemed rugged and his hair reached his chin, I had a feeling that I had seen him before, hopefully not in a Police's News report, he was dressed in some weird clothes.

"Who are you stranger?" He asked unsheathing a knife; yep I was going to be killed.

"I mean no harm, truly, I'm lost" I explained rapidly, he pocketed the knife and stared at me.

"Are you no spy from the dark lord?" A cosplayer? Really? Fuck it.

"Who?" I asked incredulously, he seemed thoroughly confused. He walked closer to me and I could swear he was checking me out.

"You're an elleth" he murmured, and I had to do a double take because I knew just what that word meant.

"No" the word flew out of my mouth before my brain started to comprehend what was exactly happening "Fuck no" I repeated, the man, who I had now recognized as Aragorn frowned.

"Something ails you my lady?" He asked concerned, I shook my head "Can you tell me your name?" His voice was soft, as if that what going to make me trust him.

"Alexandra" I answered, he lifted an eyebrow and took a look of my form again, he seemed uncomfortable.

"Lady Alexandra, how did an elleth came to be so far of elven settlements" he inquired, I cocked my head to the side, while I admit that my hair was extremely long I did not had-, I lifted my hand slowly and touched the tip of my ears, they were pointed, my head felt light, I fainted.

I groaned as I woke up for the second time, I opened my eyes to found myself staring at Aragorn, I was in the middle of nowhere with Aragorn, worst of it all, I was an elf now an immortal motherfucking elf. Great.

"You are awake" exclaimed Aragorn sitting next to me, I rolled my eyes annoyed, I did not wanted to be here, not that I hated Lord of The Rings or anything, I really, really liked it, I just didn't want to be here, I wanted to go home.

"I am, you never told me your name," I said pointedly, Aragorn smiled.

"I am called Strider in the wilderness" he said, I raised an eyebrow.

"That is surely not your name, I am called Alex by my friends" I said imitating his speech form. He laughed but didn't answer; we sat in comfortable silence as the hobbits talked to each other.

"This are yours" he said passing me my shoes, I looked at them relieved, but then again if I was here I doubted that Middle Earth appreciated a good pair of heels, I frowned, then remembered what exactly I was wearing. A short black skintight dress, I smiled to myself, now I knew why Aragorn looked so uncomfortable, not that my dress was inappropriate, it had sleeves and it was not backless, it was just skintight and reached my mid-tight, it was probably very inappropriate for these folks.

"Where are you heading to?" I asked trying to make conversation; he gave me a side-glance.

"Towards Rivendell, its an elven settlement, perhaps there they can help you find your way" he said, I smiled bitterly, I was suddenly very tired.

"Perhaps" I repeated "Where are we again?" I asked.

"This was the great Amon Sul once, you surely remember its greatness" he said cocking his head to the side, I shook my head.

"No idea amigo" I said as I took in my surroundings the thing looked like a very destroyed dome, like the one in… oh my fucking god, this wasn't even the Tolkien's verse, it was Peter Jackson's in all its glory, which meant that Arwen was going to steal Asfaloth and save Frodo, hum, better her than me. Aragorn shrugged and gave weapons to the hobbit.

"I will go scout the area," he said turning to us, I looked at the hobbits, then at Aragorn.

"May I go with you?" I asked, Aragorn seemed to ponder it before nodding, he also offered to put my shoes inside his satchel/man-bag/hobo bag or whatever the hell they called it here, I smiled and nodded and followed him around.

The place got creepier as it got darker, I was ready to run in any direction far from that fucking place, Aragorn kept pointing out things and answering my questions patiently, and honestly time flies when you're having fun, because suddenly we heard a screech, Aragorn and I tensed, we exchanged glances.

"I am no fighter Strider, no swords or anything" I said rapidly, he gave me an exasperated look before giving me his bag.

"Find a place to hide, now" he commanded, I nodded and scurried rapidly trying to find a non descript place to hide, when I realized something… I was an honest to goodness independent woman who didn't need no man to protect her, I patted my dress suddenly remembering that it had pockets, I smirked as an idea popped into my head.

While I really hated outdoors in general I was not a complete wimp when it came to being outside, thanks to dad, of course who had basically trained me to face any situation, looking into Aragorn's bag I found something akin to yarn, perfect, taking several leaves from several trees next to me and fabric from what looked to be Aragorn's spare t-shirt I made seven little balls, patting my dress again and checking its pocket I found my zippo lighter, not that I smoked, honestly nicotine patches were better, but I had lots of friends who did and dad had always found useful to carry a lighter.

I ran back to the ruins with my handmade ammunition and as Aragorn fought the wraiths I started shooting or throwing, shooting sounded cooler. The wraith that took my hit caught on fire immediately and left almost instantly, I smiled and threw the rest of them safely from my corner hitting one more wraith several times until I felt something behind me, I tensed and closed my eyes slowly praying to every deity that I knew that it was not what I thought it was, I was not lucky, it was another wraith, I jumped out of my hiding spot clutching the bag the fucking thing following me.

"Strider a little help here would be nice!" I shouted as I swerved, I could feel Aragorn rolling his eyes in annoyance. I tripped with Sam's frying pan when I had another great idea, I grabbed the frying pan, it was still a bit hot and mustered all my strength, hitting the wraith straight on its face, and it fucking worked the thing ran the opposite way, I must have looked like a deranged psycho when I cracked up laughing but it fucking worked, Aragorn was finishing the last wraith when he looked at me with an amused look on his face.

"No fighter?" he asked, I smiled sheepishly.

"No fighter" I answered, then I remembered Frodo and he had been stabbed, shit.

We ran to his side, he was writhing in pain, poor thing, Aragorn looked at me expecting me to heal him; I shook my head. I was a lawyer not a doctor, and while I had learned first aid from Maggie I doubted that I could do anything for Frodo.

"He needs help from more knowledgeable elves" I said looking at Aragorn, he seemed to nod and in that moment like if it was choreographed Arwen appeared with Asfaloth.

She and Aragorn got all gooey eyed and discussed Frodo's wellbeing in perfect elvish, which I could now understand to perfection and not as fragmented as I did when at twenty I decided that it was a good idea to spend my summer learning a fictional language. It had been an experience. After finishing a discussion with much more sentiment than necessary Arwen carried Frodo and galloped into the darkness, leaving Aragorn and me alone with three hobbits.

The walk to Rivendell was exhausting and ended with Aragorn carrying me halfway there, not that I wasn't fit enough to get there, but goddamn, three fucking days of walking non-stop were more than enough, my trainer would've been proud of me. At least my legs were looking even more fantastic than before so I had that going on for me. Also I was longing for a bath and a change of clothes, as my dress was not appropriate for cross-country running. The highlight of it all had been a few hours before we arrived when heavy rain had decided to grace us with its presence, so not only was I tired, but also wet with a skin tight dress clinging to me with all its might looking like a drowned raccoon, at least my Louboutin's were alright, because thank god or the Valar or even Santa Claus for small mercies.

Upon reaching Rivendell borders we came across a group of elves led by an asshole, I mean, Goldilocks. The asshole had taken a look at me and scrunched his nose muttering about moral senses and correct clothing, normally I liked to think of myself as a very easygoing person, but I was tired, wet and hungry so I told him exactly where he could stuff his oh so tight morals and stormed into the Last Homely House with my Louboutin's in my hands.

"My lady, may I help you?" said a voice to my right, I turned to find myself staring to Lindir, or at least who I thought Lindir was, he seemed friendly enough.

"I… Could you point me to a bathroom, bath chamber, Jacuzzi, thermal pool or whatever you guys call it here?" he smiled at me and motioned for me to follow.

"Estel did not lied when he told Lord Elrond that you were a character of your own" he mused, I raised an eyebrow and he smiled again "I am leading you to your new chambers should you decide to stay here" he explained, I smiled for the first time since arriving here.

"Thank you" I said, the rest of our walk was in relative silence until we reached a beautifully carved door.

"This is your room, Lord Elrond had it prepared for the Valar informed him of your arrival and sent your belongings" he said, I stood there confused, my belongings? Just what the hell was going on here? "Should you need anything Lord Glorfindel's room is the one to your right and Erestor's to your left, my room is the one after Erestor's" I nodded and rolled my eyes at the mention of Goldilocks.

I opened the door and walked into my new room, a large bed rested in the middle of it and in front of the bed was my suitcase collection, and they looked so out of place in this room. I walked around the room, placing my Louboutin's on my new bed, there was also a beautifully carved desk on the left of the room, in front of a window that was currently closed, I walked towards it and ran my fingers along its surface stopping at a rolled parchment with my name on it, I sighed and opened it dreading the message that awaited me.

Dearest Alexandra:

We, the fates, have decided to give you a gift. And so you have been transported to the world created by Tolkien and modified by Peter Jackson. The Valar were warned of your arrival and they decided to gift you with the live of the Elves, that being the reason of the small alteration to your physical appearance. How many times were you bored out of your mind or fed up with your world's ever growing stupidity that you wished to be in a different place? Your wish has been granted Alexandra; make the best of your new life.

Lord Elrond was informed of your arrival to this world, thought he was not informed of where you came from or who and what you were, to him you are an elven Lady who came from Valinor to offer you input in this coming war, so don't look confused when other elves treat you with respect as according to the information Lord Elrond received you are the only descendant of Gil-Galad, that making you a princess of the Noldor, don't ask questions and accept it as it goes.

You have also been granted the ability to speak and understand sindarin and quenya. Have fun in the new life that awaits for you, whether you decide to do nothing or change the course of the upcoming war remember that your parents, your real parents will be proud of you either way, but if by any chance you decide that you want to live up to your new father's name, you know exactly what to do,

Have a long and happy life Tithen-pen,

The Fates & The Valar.

Wonderful, just wonderful, not only was I a she elf, no I was an infamous she elf, daughter of a guy who had been the last king of the Noldor, an illegitimate daughter at that and apparently a big deal, what if they suddenly started calling me princess? There were some things I could not accept, I rolled my eyes and left the letter on the desk moving around in the room again, what sort of cruel joke was this? This was certainly some kind of punishment for my incessant complaining, but what could I say? People were stupid, and my life for the past years had become monotonous, I had the right to complain.

In the room there was also a bathtub filled with warm water, I smiled, I unzipped my dress and took off my underwear and got into the tub, I relaxed for a few minutes and then proceeded to test the different tubes of soapy substance. After the relaxing bath, because god knew that it had been a while since I had had the time to get into a relaxing bath like that, I checked my suitcases and smiled when I found my underwear, did elves even used underwear? Then I checked the dresses that had been left in my room, because as comfortable as my favorite pair of leggings were I knew that they were probably not appropriate for me to wear… alone, that doesn't mean I didn't slipped them under the dress that I decided to wear. I also grabbed a comfortable looking pair of elven boots, and boy they were just as comfortable as they looked, practically weightless, I loved it.

I walked outside of my room and wandered around, thankfully I somehow reached the kitchen, there the Cooks presented me with a plate filled with cheese and fruits and a glass of wine, which I enjoyed greatly because I was, up to this point, starving. After my improvised lunch I decided to go around and explore the place.

"My lady, I see that you now look rested" said Lindir as he approached me.

"As opposed to looking like if I had been chased like a pack of rabid wolves?" I joked, he laughed.

"That too, my lady, enjoying Rivendell so far?" he asked, I nodded.

"The place looks simply magical, reminds me of stories I used to hear when I was young" I said while admiring the view, we had come to stand in a balcony that overlooked the entire place.

"In your exile?" he asked, I furrowed my brow, exile? Damn I needed to go and have an urgent conversation with Elrond.

"Yes" I answered stiffly "Can you show me where lord Elrond is? I need to speak to him" I said, Lindir nodded and guided me through the place.

Elrond's office was beautiful and interesting, and if I ever had the chance to go back to my universe I was going to do some redecorating. Elrond was sitting behind a desk, writing, Lindir walked up to him while I waited near the doorframe, Elrond nodded at whatever Lindir was telling him and motioned for me to sit in one of the chairs available, once Lindir saw that I was comfortable enough, he nodded to Elrond and gave me a little smile before leaving.

"Your arrival was unexpected" Elrond started, I nodded.

"It was unexpected for me too" I admitted, Elrond raised an eyebrow.

"According to the letter I received from the Valar, you were secluded and kept safe in a place very different from our own, reason why, and I quote them 'you will find some of her actions very strange'" it was my turn to raise an eyebrow, I could behave, I was not a child, but trust the Valar to make me seem like a kid that had just gotten out of a madhouse "I knew your father, but I didn't knew that he had actually had a daughter or any children, who was your mother?"

"I didn't knew her" which was true, Elrond looked at me confusedly and I was going to continue with my lie when I felt a strange sensation take ahold of me "I was born in Valinor, my mother left after being with my father for she was afraid of the outcome of what was happening here in Arda, unfortunately she died in childbirth and I was then raised by Nessa, the Vala, until I was old enough to be sent to the place where I lived until the Valar called me again" the words flew out of my mind and I had no control of them, there was a comforting tint to it, and I'm pretty sure I was being possessed.

"You lived with the Valar?" Elrond now sounded very surprised and my body nodded slowly, it was like having an out of the body experience, like Insidious.

"Gil-galad had many enemies and being his daughter would've only mean trouble for me, exile was the only option" I felt the control of my body returning to me and suddenly I knew that Nessa had been the one talking to Elrond, she had solidified my cover. And if I didn't got to leave to my universe and got the chance to visit the undying lands I was going to search for her, and thank her for being there for me.