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Hello, dear readers. This is my first attempt at writing a fanfiction ever, so don't judge me too hard. I tried to get the characters and their personalities right, but if you notice anything that's wrong, please tell me. I'll try my best updating as often as I can, but cannot promise anything. I hope you will enjoy reading this story.

Summary: After the encounter with Elena, Aelin and Manon are not brought back to the battle, but instead Middle-Earth. Here they will find new friends and allies and join a group of nine other men. This new world is in desperate need of all help it could get, and so the two Queens will rattle the stars for them. (ToG book-verse and LotR movie-verse)

Disclaimers: I own nothing that you recognize. All characters, with possibly some exceptions, belong to the amazing Sarah J. Maas, J.R.R. Tolkien and Peter Jackson.

Chapter 1.

Elena stroked her cheek. Then the ancient queen and mists were gone.
Sunlight flooded them, blinding Aelin and Manon so violently that they hissed and slammed into each other. But they were not greeted by the sounds of war. Not by the clash of steel or the brine of the sea. But a forest. It was dark, almost night you could say. The only sound heard was the rustling of the leaves around them.
"What. The. Hell," Aelin's voice came.
"This is nowhere near Eyllwe for sure," came Manon's reply. "Well, we can't just stand here so what do we do?"
"We walk."
Suddenly, both females stopped. Someone was approaching.
"Shift!" Manon urged as she retracted her iron nails and teeth. They did not need unwanted attention.
In a flash of light, the pointy ears and fangs disappeared, leaving a normal human female to stand beside the witch. As Manon heard the slight rustle behind them she turned on her heels while drawing Wind-Cleaver, and Aelin followed a second later, Goldryn in hand. It appeared, a man tried to sneak up on them. Well, now he, in turn, had two swords at his throat. The females looked him over, thinking about what to do. Finally, Aelin decided to speak.
"Who are you? And what is this place? Speak! Or I'll cut your throat."
The man, to his credit, did not show any emotion at all, except maybe a little shock, and lifted his hands in a sign of peace.
"I mean you no harm. I am a Ranger of the North. In these parts, I am called Strider. As for where you are, this is the borders of the town Bree."
"Bree? I've never heard of such a town. All right, we still need to get to civilization, and apparently, this Bree is the best option for now. Could you point the direction there?"
"Yes. I can. I'm actually on my own way there if you follow me."
"We will," came Manon's cold voice. "But do not think we trust you. If you as much breathe wrong, you're a dead man. Understand?"
As she was saying this Manon walked up behind the man, grabbing him by the collar of his shirt and pressing a knife to his throat.
"Now lead on. And don't try anything stupid."
Manon nodded to Aelin and they began walking. After a while, the walls of a small town came into view.
"Now what?" Said Aelin.
"I intend on going in. You can follow me or stay here. And please take that knife away from my throat," came Strider's reply.
"Only once we're close enough that people can see us."
A "Fine" and a sigh was the only reply they received.
They came to a gate and knocked. Manon took her knife and pointed it at the Ranger's back. An old man opened a small window and asked in a grumpy voice:
"What do ya want?"
"We want to stay at the Inn of the Prancing Pony. Please let us in."
"Alright, alright."
They walked in silence as the females took in the town. It was small and dirty. Drunk men in every corner. Aelin made a face of disgust. Suddenly a thought occurred to her. They needed to spend the night somewhere. They had to pay for it. And right now, there wasn't a single coin in her pockets.
"We need money," she turned to Strider. "How much will we need if we want to spend the night at the Inn?"
Strider turned to them with a slightly annoyed expression and shoved a bag of gold into Manon's hand. They had to give the man credit for not freaking out yet.
"Once we get to the Inn I will leave you and not bother you again. Is that fine with you two?" Asked Strider.
"Hmm. Maybe. If you give us any trouble, you're dead. Burnt to ashes so that no one will ever know your fate. Is that fine with you?" Aelin retorted.
Strider only snorted in response as he led them to the Inn. Once they entered the Prancing Pony Manon hid her knife and pushed Strider away.
"You're free to go. Remeber my words to you," was Aelin's way of saying goodbye. The females turned and walked up to the man who obviously was the owner of the place.
"Hello. We need a place where to spend the night. Do you have any rooms available?"
"Hello, my ladies. Barliman Butterbur at your service. Of course, we will have a place for you," came the reply of Butterbur. The females paid for their stay and went to get something to eat. Once they were settled, they chose a table in the corner of the Inn's common room.
"What are we going to do?" asked Aelin quietly. "As much as I hate being stuck with you we need a plan."
"Well, we have no idea where we are. I have a feeling that we are nowhere near where we should be. I say we track somebody who could lead to somewhere."
"Good plan. Mine is a little bit better. We listen to the talk of the people, figure out what is going on here and where "here" is. And by the way, this Strider said he was a "Ranger of the North". As far as I know, there is no one or nothing like that in Terrasen. So, either he was lying, or his idea of "North" is quite different from mine."
As they talked, four small people entered the Inn, completely soaked to the bone. Obviously, it had started raining. The attention of the females immediately went to them. They were not children. No, their faces showed age. And they did not look like midgets, either. But nothing special happened, so Aelin and Manon continued to listen to the talk. Not a word about Aelin Galathynius. Adarlan, Terrasen, Eyllwe, none of them even mentioned. The more they heard, the more the females became confused. a thought occurred to both of them. Could it be that they were no longer in Erilea? The longer they listened, the more it seemed like it was the truth.
"What do we do now?" Aelin again asked.
"We follow my plan."
As soon as those words were said a voice rang clear through the Inn:
"Baggins? Sure I know a Baggins. He's right there. Frodo Baggins! He's my second cousin once removed on his mother's side and my third cousin twice removed on his father's side if you follow me."
"Pippin!" exclaimed the one called Frodo rushing to Pippin.
"Steady on!" Pippin replied as he turned to Frodo. The last ended up tripping and falling to the ground. Everything that happened next, seemed to be going in slow motion. The hand of Frodo shot up as something small and golden flew up in the air. A ring. A perfect golden ring. That landed just as perfectly on Frodo's finger. As soon as that happened, Frodo disappeared.
Everyone was in a state of shock. That's when Manon saw their chance. The man, Strider, who also was sitting in a corner slowly stood on his feet. Everyone in the Inn was so shocked they did not notice how Frodo reappeared in Strider's corner, who took the poor little being by the collar and dragged him up the stairs.
"Now!" hissed Manon.
The females quickly went after Strider and Frodo, just in time to follow them into a room and hide in the shadows while Strider went on scaring the wits out of poor Frodo. After a time, someone ran up to the room. The three companions of Frodo. Strider drew his sword, but once he saw his opponents he lowered it.
"You have a stout heart, little hobbit, but that will not save you. You can no longer wait for the Wizard, Frodo. They are coming."
Now Manon and Aelin were evenly confused. Hobbit? Wizard? And who the hell were "they"?

Aragorn and the hobbits made different precautions and went to an empty room. Little did they know that all the time, two female shadows had been following them.