Hey guys! New story, I know, I know- I already have a bunch of different stories going on. I really wanted to post this one though and tell me what you all think of it. It's a bit different, but I'm excited to try it out.

And, as always, the only thing that belongs to me is my characters and the plot line. I haven't seen anyone do anything like this before so...

Anyways, on with the story!

Chapter One:

Gandalf and his Companions

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I woke to the feeling of being prodded with something sharp. I groaned and rolled onto my side, pulling my blanket up around my shoulders. The prodding did not cease though. Figuring it was either my cat or dog, I slapped at it. Instead of my hand colliding with something furry, I felt a burning sensation of pain. I quickly sat up and tried to examine my hand in the dark. Finally my eyes adjusted only slightly to the darkness and I realized I was bleeding. I turned to my bedside table and flipped on the light as I gathered the blanket up around my chest.

There were protests from the bright light and I looked up to see myself surrounded by a bunch of men. A yell formed in my throat, but that was as far as it would go when I saw one of them with a sword pointed at me. It was like being in a dream and not being able to yell for help or move. I was frozen in my spot.

"Boromir, put your sword away." An older man in a gray cloak with long grey hair and a beard told a man with dark hair and grey eyes.

I stared at him in fear as he lazily placed his sword back in its sheath. He studied me, as if unsure of what I would do.

I finally found my voice. "W-who are you?" I asked. "What are you doing in my house?"

"I am Gandalf the Grey." The older man told me. "These are companions of mine." He told me, gesturing to the others around my bed.

I realized that most of them held a slight blush on their features.

"My lady, would there perhaps be a better place to discuss our situation to you?" a man with golden, blonde hair that was pulled back and showed that his ears were…pointed asked.

I only managed a nod and gestured towards the door that would lead them out of my room. "If you could give me a second." I told them as I stood wrapping a blanket around my bare body.

"Of course." Gandalf said and closed the door behind him in order to give me some privacy.

I stood still for a mere second, wondering why I was acting so calm. Of course, it must be a dream. I then heard a loud crash and a shout of, what I assumed was one of the men's names. I quickly grabbed some clean underwear and a bra from my dresser before putting on my bathroom robe and headed to where I heard a great deal of commotion.

When the smaller man-child, with Auburn hair noticed my presence, he cleared his throat to try and gain the attention of the others. The blonde haired man noticed me as well, and bowed slightly. I blushed as another man with darker hair than the one they called Boromir, bowed also.

"Oh no! Don't touch that!" I exclaimed when another small man-child with curly gold hair grabbed at a breakable dish on the small countertop. Thankfully he stopped to look at me, just as he was about to grab it. I let out a sigh of relief.

"Dear little one, what is your name?" Gandalf asked me as he gave a stern look to the person I had just reprimanded.

"Estel." I told him.

"Well Estel, would you mind telling us where we are?" he asked.

"The United States." I told him, my head cocking to the side.

"And where, little dear, would that be exactly?" he asked, as everyone continued to stare at me.

"I'm sorry, but what do you mean?" I asked, trying to understand what he wanted from me.

"What universe or galaxy?" he asked.

"The planet, Earth?" I told him, well more so questioned; not knowing if that was what he wanted.

He nodded his head. "It is as I feared." He spoke up, looking around the other men. "We are no longer in Middle Earth."

"Middle Earth?" I questioned. "Excuse me, but who exactly are you and why are you here?"

Gandalf looked up at me. "We are not from here. Somehow we have managed upon a world much different than our own."

"I gathered that much." I told him, looking at the odd fashion they were all dressed in. "The armor and old fashioned weapons gave you away. But who exactly are you?"

"I am Legolas of Mirkwood." The blonde told me, stepping forward.

"Are you an… elf?" I asked him, not knowing what species he was.

"Isn't it obvious?" Boromir muttered under his breath.

I decided to ignore him as Legolas answered my question. "And why are there children with you?" I asked. However, the small children looked like they were grown men except in miniature sizes.

"We are not children!" the one I had yelled at only moments ago exclaimed, sounding like he had just been insulted. I sighed, I probably had insulted him and the other three. "We're hobbits." The Auburn haired one told me.

"Quite sorry." I told them, still waiting for their names.

The one who had called himself Gandalf seemed to have rolled his eyes before he introduced the little ones to me. "Merry, Pippin, Sam and Frodo. Over there is Aragorn," he gestured to the dark haired man that had bowed to me earlier, "Gimli," he gestured to the red haired midget, "and Boromir." He gestured to the man who had woken me with the sword.

Immediately a shot of pain ran through my hand. I had been in such a haste that I had forgotten about the fresh wound on the palm of my hand. I quickly squeezed the hand behind my back trying to stop the flow of blood. Boromir looked at me hard before he swiftly looked away. I nodded my head and then realized I hadn't offered them anything to drink or eat.

"Oh! I'm sorry, would you like anything to drink or eat? Tea perhaps or some water?" I asked the strange group. I was still believing the whole thing to be a dream.

"Some ale would be nice." Pippin told me.

I froze for a second, glancing at him wearily. "I don't have any ale, sorry."

"Tea will be just fine." Gandalf told me.

"Of course." I said, and went to the stove, making sure to fill the kettle all the way before placing it on a flame to warm up. "Anything to eat? I just made some cookies, I know it isn't much, but my mom also brought some leftover ham if you would prefer that?" I questioned the group, before continuing on. "There's also some cheese and grapes?"

"Enough with the formalities." Boromir commanded. "We want answers." He walked towards me in a threatening manner. I wanted to shrink, but I stood my ground.

"So long as you are in my house, you will show some respect." I told him harshly.

"Boromir." Gandalf stated harshly. "Child, go and clean up your wound. When you return I believe both our questions shall be answered." He told me, shooing me off in the direction of my bedroom. Without hesitation, I quickly went into the bathroom and washed the cut. I couldn't help the whimpers that escaped my mouth as I ran the hydrogen peroxide over the cut and then wrapped it tightly with some gauze. I then decided I should put on some clothes and walked back out into the kitchen wearing a pair of leggings and a nice dark red shirt that was a bit too big for me.

When I walked back into my kitchen, I saw that the hobbits were going through the cabinets. I heard the kettle start to whistle and made my way over; switching the knob on the stuff and making the flame go out.

"Where do you keep your cups?" Sam asked me.

"Go and sit, I'll get everything out." I told him, as I opened the cabinet door next to the one he was searching through. I grabbed nine mugs and poured the tea into each one before placing them on the table in front of everyone. I then placed the sugar on the table, along with cream for them to fix it the way they liked it. I then made sure to grab the food.

"Sit." Gandalf told me when I had asked if they needed anything else.

I did as I was told; taking the only seat that was left. It happened to be next to Aragorn and I tugged at my shirt, as I waited for something to happen. Secretly I was hoping that I'd wake up from this dream and find out that I was all alone and that the cut on my hand didn't hurt quite as bad as it did now.

"Child," Gandalf addressed me, "Tell us all there is to know about this world of yours."

I stared at Gandalf not knowing what to tell him. I glanced around the table to see that only the hobbits were drinking the tea I had served. I watched as Gandalf stirred the spoon around in his mug before lifting it up to his lips. The others simply left there's alone.

"My world? No. This must be a dream and in a couple of hours, I'll wake up in my bed and realize that this was all just a dream."

"It is no dream." Legolas told me.

I looked over at him and was met with his piercing blue eyes. I quickly looked away and back at Gandalf. "How can this be? If you don't know where you are then how did you end up here and in my house- of all the places to land?"

"That," he told me, "is what we are trying to figure out."

A/N: So guys, please tell me what you think of the story so far. I've already started on chapter two and I'm hoping that after finals next week I'll be able to update a bit more regularly.

On that note, if you do read any of my other stories, I'm trying to update at least two tonight. Also, please wish me luck with my finals and that I pass that way I can update your stories :D

Kathleen xx