The thought of having a wonderful adventure in a foriegn land, was what the travel agent had told Fay Silva. What she got was a trip to a fictional world...

Terrance smiled widely at his favorite cousin, she had finally agreed to go on an adventure with him. He purchased the airline tickets and she paid for the hotel rooms. After boarding the trans-atlantic flight, they read many different books on the places they would be going. Twelve months of non-stop adventure. One year of no work, no due dates, no alarm clocks.

After they landed in Europe, they visited Ireland, England, Scotland, France, Germany and Holland, then went by air again to Asia, there they visited China, India, Japan and flew to Hawaii. Next was South America, Australia and New Zealand.

Fay's story begins in New Zealand...

After taking a shuttle from the airport to a packed hotel, thankful for the reservations, they got settled and headed to have a tour of the City of Wellington.

They stopped at many different shops, restaurants and museums. Next morning they were off to the ruins of the Lord of the Rings films. Fay was excited, she was an avid fan of the books and movies. As they drew closer and closer to one of their stops on the way, she couldn't help noticing a strangely dressed figure standing in the distance watching the bus. From there they traveled to Upper Hutt where the scenes of Rivendell had been filmed.

Fay became very interested, it was one of her favorite cities in the writings of Tolkien, she walked all about taking pictures and touching trees, flowers and structures. All the while she had the same feeling that someone was watching the tourists. Unknown to her, the stranger was only watching her.

Terrance ran in to the small building, Fay was taking a picture of, "The bus is about ready, don't make them wait again. Last time the driver said one more chance and you walk. That is you will walk, I'll still be on the bus." Terrance lectured her.

"I'm coming, I just wish we could stay here longer. I could walk in this area forever." Fay stated dreamily.

"Good, you won't be disappointed when you get stuck here then." Terrance stated. Fay waved him off and he ran quickly toward the waiting bus. Fay turned to exit as will, but a twinkle of light caught her eye and drew her deeper into the small structure. As she stooped to touch a beautiful sapphire pendant, she felt herself get dizzy, then something smacked her hard on the back of the head, soon she was unconscious on the floor.

Fay awoke in a cold dark place, she sat up and looked around, her eyes slowly becoming accustom to the dim light. She was in a forest, cold, hungry and scared. She rose and started walking, feeling as though someone or something was directing her where to go. She came to a high closed gate and she knocked several times. The gates soon opened and she was face to face with a tall grey haired man, he wore long robes and had a floppy hat on top of his head, next to him stood a pair of handsome twins. She smiled thinking they must be reenacting the scenes of the beginning of the Fellowship.

The elderly man greeted her with a slight bow and seeing that she was cold and looked to be lost, he invited her in. Fay smiled and looked about herself in awe. Everything looked so like the movies and books described it. When the three men led her into another open area, she saw the other characters. Only they looked much like the movie characters, with certain differences. The elves were much taller than the others. The hobbits, the size of children and the dwarf shorter than Fay's five foot stature. When her eyes rested on the one she knew to be Legolas, her breath halted. He was well over six feet and was looking at her with unbridled curiosity.

The character that was protraying Elrond came near her and bowed. He looked oddly at the slight woman before him. She was intoxicating, her size, her pale cream skin, clear and perfect, brown eyes that seemed to encase those who looked in them with a velvet comfort. Hair the color of mahogany, dark, soft and shining. He cleared his voice and stepped away.

"Welcome to Rivendell, I am Elrond." He stated and bowed once more.

"Hi, I'm Fay Silva. From Pearl River, New York. I've missed my ride." Fay stated smiling pleasantly."

"I'm sorry to here that you were left behind. He turned and soon was talking to the group standing about. "Lady Fay Silva, is lost and needs guides and protectors to lead her safely to the Lady of Light in Lothlorien." Elrond stated.

"She can come with us." Frodo's character stated and smiled at the pretty woman. Fay smiled in return, still feeling the stare of Legolas on her body. She turned and their eyes met affecting Fay's ability to speak and think coherently for several seconds. The look in the Elf Prince's eyes was fire, pure and simple. Not an angry fire, but a passionate fire. After finding her tongue again she went to the Gandalf character, and stood near him.

"I think introductions are in order. I am Gandalf the Grey, Lady Fay. It is a pleasure to have you accompany us." Gandalf stated and motioned to the next man. Fay curtsied to Gandalf and turned toward Aragorn.

"I am Aragorn, son of Arathorn, welcome Lady Fay, I am at your service." Aragorn stated with a lordly bow. Fay smiled and curtsied. Although making a curtsy with a pack on your back was rather off balancing, she did quite well.

"It is a pleasure to make your aquaintance, Master Aragorn."

"At your service Lassie, I am Gimli, son of Gloin." The dwarf stated with a bow.

Fay smiled and bobbed a curtsy. "It is a pleasure, Master Gimli."

"I give you my protection and service, Sweet Lady. I am Boromir, Son of Denethor, Lord of Gondor." Boromir took Fay's hand kissing the knuckles as he bowed over it.

Fay smiled sweetly and curtsied as low as she could to the Lord of Gondor. How she wished that his end wasn't so emminant. He truly was an amazing man. "It is a pleasure, Lord Boromir."

Frodo stepped forward and smiled at the pretty woman. "We are hobbits, Lady Fay, I am Frodo Baggins, this is Samwise, Pippin and Merry." Frodo stated and held out his hand to the woman. She shook hands with him and smiled. The other hobbits did likewise, accept for Merry. Who kissed her hand and smiled shyly. But soon Pippin began his teasing. Fay laughed softly.

"It's very nice to meet you all."

Next she was led before Legolas, she had feared meeting the handsome elf. He looked too handsome, and rather snooty. He bowed low to her, then took her hand, looking up into her eyes.

"I am honored to meet you, lovely Lady Fay Silva. I am Legolas, son of Thranduil, of Mirkwood." He then kissed her hand sweetly, his eyes never leaving hers. He continued holding her hand as she curtsied to him.

"Pl-Pleasure, to meet you, your highness." Fay stated nervously, bowing her head in respect and to have a release from those eyes. It didn't last long. Legolas took his other hand, hooked a finger under her chin and gently raised her head to meet his eyes once more.

"Please, I prefer Legolas." He stated softly and smiled at her.

"Legolas, I shall commit that to memory." Fay stated and smiled sweetly, she was grateful that he was not as arrogant as she had thought.

After the introductions food was served and Fay was given a small room for the night.

The elves had given Fay a beautiful traveling cape and boots, although they were those befitting elflings more than an adult woman. She kept her jeans and flannel tartan shirt. She had put her sturdy hiking boots in her large backpack that she had kept with her through the void. Or should she say, she was allowed to keep. Although she really wanted to get her hands on the throat of the person who had cold conked her in the head. She could still feel the lump where what ever hit her had compacted her skull. She supposed that it would make them laugh to know she wanted to ring their necks.

The elves had also asked her what weapons she could use. She was amazed that she was allowed to choose. So she chose a bow, with a quiver of arrows and a long knife. She had been quite proficient with the bow from age seven and up, since she was in four H and didn't have a place to keep animals, and didn't like to cook or bake yet. Although now she was a wonderful cook. Thanks to her late mother. The knife she chose specifically for usefulness, instead of protection. Being an avid outdoorsman, she new the necessity of having a good sharp knife. She slid the sheath onto her leather built, along with her trusty pocket knife, and small leather pack, which contained her compass, metal container of wooden matches, flint and steel, throat lozanges, aspirin, and fishing hooks and lines. Inside her large aluminum framed back pack she had her first aid kit, a book on edible plants, several changes of socks, underwear, bras, large ziplock bags of snacks, instant coffee, tea bags, sunscreen, sunburn ointment, deodorant, sugar, creamer, dehydrated MREs, toilet paper, toothbrush and paste, in addition to several other needful items and some feminine products. A small compact folding shovel and a hatchet hung on either side of the bottom of the pack, with her nylon sleeping bag in the center. The bag looked to be heavy, but really only weighed about thirty-five pounds loaded. Her canteen, she hung about her neck and put the quiver and bow over the other side. She left the small room she had been given for the night and returned to the square from the night before.

As she entered on to the square the Fellowship looked at her walking so effortlessly with such a heavy pack.

"Lady Fay, perhaps it would be best to put your burden on the pony." Elrond advised.

"Thank you, Lord Elrond, but I am capable of carrying my own, the pony looks as though he has enough of a burden already." She answered and went to the pony and began stroking his neck, he nickered at her in greeting and bumped her arm when she stopping petting him, she continued immediately, smiling at the sweet, gentle animal. "You're such a sweet boy." She crooned to the pony.

After a short speech form Lord Elrond, the Fellowship, plus one, began their perilous journey throughout middle earth.