A/N: I do this story out of pure enjoyment and I may make some fans mad by posting this story. So, I accept all forms of reviews but if you do not like the story then you do not have to read it.

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Lord of the Rings characters based off Tolkien's creation nor do I make profit from this story.

My characters:

Jessica

Kristy

Indi

Chapter One

Beginnings and Ends

I amar prestar aen.

Han matho ne nen.

Han mathon ned cae.

A han noston ned gwilith.

The sun rose over the small boring town that was the world of our new members of this story. Three girls who lived in a small one bedroom apartment in the middle of New Zealand. The eldest being the most hard and boring, to conclude the reasoning behind this is her younger sibling resided within her dwelling.

With an annoyed groan the older of the three, Jessica, rolled onto her back the hardwood floor creaking under her weight. She was average height, thin, with long shaggy blonde hair that fell just to her shoulders. Squinting at the ceiling she turned her head to look at the closed bedroom door from under the legs of the couch. She could hear the two younger girls squeaking about something on the television before loud shouts in another language was followed.

"Hey!" she shouted. Instantly the sound died and the two girls rushed out of the room already dressed, prepared for work. Together the three ran an archery and gun range just down the road from their home.

"Morning Jess!" her younger sister said hovering over her face, while her best friend Indi plopped on the couch.

"Kristy?" Jessica whispered.

"Yea?" Kristy asked her brow furrowing in worry.

"How long is she going to be here?" Jessica said glaring to Indi who laid with her legs hanging off the arms of the couch with a grin on her face.

"You know you love me," Indi chimed.

"Go to work, both of you," Jessica ordered rolling onto her stomach and pushing herself up onto her feet.

"You know that just cause we are 18 now doesn't mean we want to work!" Kristy grumbled grabbing their equipment. Jessica gave them both a warning glare, walking into the bedroom and entering the shower.

"Bitch," Indi whispered. Kristy smiled and together the two friends left the small but happy apartment.

The world is changed.

I feel it in the water.

I feel it in the earth.

I smell it in the air.

Much that once was is lost,

For none now live who remember it.

The small group of practicing teens, hoping to better their shots for hunting season took aim in the range's open space while the three girls continued on their daily business for the weekend.

"You know graduation is coming up," Indi said.

"And you're leaving?" Jessica asked.

"I was thinking I would get a real job," Indi shot back.

"Good then you'll move out," Jessica replied.

"I think you two were sisters and I wasn't," Kristy replied rolling her eyes, polishing the gun. Jessica smiled rushing over to her younger sister, jerking her into a forceful hug. The younger sister was much taller than her older, with long curly blonde hair that fell to her knees. Often pulled back into a ponytail, the younger got the mistaken appearance for being older. Indi however was the same height with long shoulder blade length hair, each girl was thin.

"But I love you so much!" Jessica yelled squeezing her sister.

"How much for an hour?" a young girl asked.

"ID," Jessica automatically replied.

"Here you go," the girl said happily. "I just turned 18."

"Happy birthday!" Kristy and Indi shouted in unison.

It began with the forging of the Great Rings.

Three were given to the Elves, immortal, wisest and fairest of all beings.

Seven to the Dwarf-Lords, great miners and craftsmen of the mountain halls.

And nine, nine rings were gifted to the race of Men, who above all else desire power.

For within these rings was bound the strength and the will to govern each race.

But they were all of them deceived, for another ring was made.

It took no more then ten hours before the girls could close the store and begin the drive home, however, Indi had other plans. Taking the keys from the older woman she smiled jumping in the drivers seat.

"I don't think I would want you to drive my jeep," Jessica yelled.

"Why not?" Indi asked feigning hurt.

"Get out of my car," Jessica warned.

"Just let her drive," Kristy said annoyed with her sibling.

"Whatever," Jessica said climbing into the passenger.

"Hey," Kristy whined. "I wanted the front."

"Not with her driving. If something happens I am going to make sure she dies before we do," Jessica threatened.

"Yea yea yea," Indi said with a wave of her hand. The roar of the engine and the girls were off. Jessica and Kristy screaming all the way.

"Please make her stop!" Kristy cried as she cut another corner to close.

"Seat belt!" Jessica yelled to her sister as she pulled on the bar above her head.

"You guys are over reacting," Indi yelled over the wind.

"Look out!" Jessica yelled as a small lamb darted in the road. Indi cut the wheel to the left and together all three flew off the cliff. Jessica's hands instantly letting go over the bar and connecting with the length of Indi's neck. Intent on strangling the younger girl before their untimely death, impact never seemed to take place. Just darkness.

Deep in the land of Mordor,

in the Fires of Mount Doom,

the Dark Lord Sauron forged in secret a master ring to control all others,

and into this ring he poured his cruelty,

his malice and his will to dominate all life.

One ring to rule them all.

The world swirled into view before Kristy's eyes, long pale faces stared at her, the white light flooding around them.

"Oh my god, I'm dead. Indi killed me!" Kristy cried.

The foreign being looked at one another and laughed before touching her face as if checking her temperature. Flenching away automatically, she tried to gather her thoughts, when a young woman came in almost magically. Kristy shielded her eyes away from the light that radiated off of this being.

"Suilaid..." the person whispered. Her brown hair flowed around her like a halo.

"Wonderful, I'm stuck in a heaven with no english," Kristy grumbled causing the woman to smile at her. She sat up, coming to realize that she herself was on a very comfortable bed.

"Pedich Edhellen?" a young man asked with the same colored brown hair. A second man who looked identical to the first stepped closer.

"Heniach nin?" he questioned.

"Do you speak english?" Kristy asked moving off the opposite side of the bed to put space between her and the foreign people. They all looked to one another with a gentle smile, her eyes coming to focus on their pointed ears? Wait...I must be dreaming! A loud laugh erupted from the young girl. Of course she was dreaming! She was probably safe in a hospital with Jessica and Indi worrying for her to wake up. She turned to leave the room and find a way to wake herself up when she felt a body blocking her.

"Man mathach?" he asked his voice holding an air of authority.

"Please someone speak english!" Kristy cried out.

"I apologize for my family. It is not often we find a woman that hails from the realm of men," the young girl said quickly walking around the bed toward her. Kristy moved away from her and the three men watching her.

"Your tongue is not our first and we must often correct ourselves," one of the twins said to her.

"Who no what are you people?" Kristy asked.

"Have you never-"

"The race of men believe we have already passed, I believe. We are elves my lady," the older man answered.

"Elves?" Kristy asked with a scoffing tone.

"Aye," the other twin said.

"Really? Then where am I?" she asked.

"Why Rivendell. We found you in the forest. My name is Elladan and that is my brother Elrohir. My sister Arwen and my father Elrond," the elf introduced.

"Where the fuck did I dream this up?" Kristy whispered backing up to the wall. Her back sliding down it till she came to sit upon the ground.

One by one, the free lands of Middle-Earth fell to the power of the Ring,

but there were some who resisted.

A last alliance of Men and Elves marched against the armies of Mordor,

and on the very slopes of Mount Doom,

they fought for the freedom of Middle-Earth.

Victory was near, but the power of the ring could not be undone.

It was in this moment,

when all hope had faded, that Isildur, son of the king,

took up his father's sword.

"Where did he come from?" a voice whispered pulling at her baggy blue jeans as if they were rags and were disgusting. Jessica groaned and rolled over, a bright light in her eyes as she tried to focus.

"Who are you man?" the voice said again nudging her ribs.

"Fuck off Indi," Jessica threatened.

"I repeat my question," the voice said and Jessica opened her eyes. She was indeed surround by strange and unusual looking men. Each clad in armor as if ready for war.

"Oh god...I've been drafted!" Jessica screamed.

"Calm yourself lad. There is no war. We slained the orcs that were carrying you," the man laughed.

"Lad?" Jessica questioned before glancing down at her body. Her back clothing concealed all aspects of her womanhood. With her short shaggy hair in a disarray she surely looked similar if not identical to a man. Her mouth turned into a shape of an 'O' as she looked over at the men.

"What is your name?" they asked.

"Where am I? Who are you? Why are you dressed like that?" Jessica questioned immediately ignoring theirs.

"I'm Boromir son of Denethor and this is my younger brother Faramir. We hail from Gondor. We were sent to save a village from the orcs that were being sent to attack, surely you know of such tidings. Unless you do not hail from here," the eldest said.

"Oh, well...I am lost. See my name is uh...Jesse? Yea Jesse," Jessica said quickly.

"Where do you hail from?" the younger brother said.

"Not from here obvious," Jessica grumbled pulling her knees up to rest her chin on them.

"Where are you heading," Boromir asked.

"I have no idea. I need to find my younger sister. She must be lost too. Was there a young girl who was taller than me near me?" she asked.

"No, just you lad," Faramir said clamping his hand on her shoulder causing Jessica to fall over.

"Oi, how old are you boy?" Boromir laughed.

"No more than fifteen surely!" Faramir joked, their band joining into their taunting.

" Can you just point me in a direction near a stream and I'll just follow that," Jessica asked.

"Why a stream?" Faramir asked.

"She will go toward water too. We are not smart but we know that water brings food and something to keep up hydrated," Jessica lied simply wanting to get away from these strange men.

"Nonsense we are on band. You can travel with us until you find your sibling then you may choose to stay or take your leave," Boromir offered.

"Come let's suit you up. Your clothing is much to odd!" Faramir laughed.

Sauron, enemy of the free peoples of Middle-Earth, was defeated.

The Ring passed to Isildur, who had this one chance to destroy evil forever,

but the hearts of men are easily corrupted.

And the ring of power has a will of its own.

It betrayed Isildur, to his death.

"Bilbo... what is it?" a small voice asked waking Indi from her most humorous nightmare of torturing her room mate Jessica. A smile spread across her face as she thought it was Jessica coming to pick her up, swinging her arm she felt her arm make contact with a face.

With a triumphant laugh she shot up looking around at the green hills surrounding her that appeared in her range. Her eyes looking around more closely she soon realized that she was indeed not near her home.

"Where am I?" she asked. "Jessica? Kristy?"

"Who are you?" a young boy asked with a goofy smile.

"Give her some air Frodo," an old man said.

"Sorry!" the young boy named as Frodo said.

"I'm Bilbo Baggins and this is Frodo Baggins," the old man said with a smile.

"Indi..." Indi whispered rising to her feet finding that she was much taller than the two men. She blushed and tried to hold in her laughter at the thought that she met midgets. Getting the mean jokes out of her head she had to figure out where she was.

"Where am I?" she asked.

"Why the shire," Frodo chirped.

"We were on our way to my home to prepare for my birthday party when we came across you," Bilbo stated.

"Oh...where is the Shire?" Indi asked.

"Were you kidnapped?" Frodo asked concerned.

"Perhaps you should talk to Gandalf he knows a great deal more than me," Biblo said as Frodo helped the young girl to her feet.

"Um...ok?" Indi whispered.

"You can even attend my party if you like!" Bilbo laughed.

"He is turning 111 today," Frodo whispered.

"Oh my god! You look good!" Indi exclaimed.

Sauron, the enemy of the free peoples of Middle-Earth, was defeated.

The Ring passed to Isildur,

who had this once chance to destroy evil forever.

But the hearts of Men are easily corrupted.

And the ring of power has a will of its own.

It betrayed Isildur, to his death.

And some things that should not have been forgotten were lost.

History became legend, legend became myth.

And for two and a half thousand years, the ring passed out of all knowledge. Until, when chance came, it ensnared a new bearer.

Author's Note: Ok so this is going to be the end of the first chapter! Let me know what everyone thinks I will be working on this story and one other so the more reviews I get the more I'll be favoring the other story!

I know everyone does the cross overs but I'm hoping to make my different enough to stand out! So suggestions or ideas are always welcome or if you would like to see something in this story just let me know and I promise I will work it into my chapters!

Also for those who do not know elvish! Well here are the translations for you because I am not a completely horrible author! haha.

Suilaid...Greetings

Pedich Edhellen...Do you speak Elvish?

Heniach nin...Do you understand me?

Man mathach...How do you feel?