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Title: Far From Home (#1477)
Author: MaidenGreenleaf
Chapters: 4

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Archive: Tolkien
Category: Femme Fatale
Description: Roxanne ends up mysteriously in Middle Earth and meets the Fellowship of the Ring in the process. She joins them as their prisoner(?). Will she ever gain their trust? Please R&R!!!! ****I updated Chapter 1**** ****Chapter 4 going to be up soon****
Published: 29 Dec 2004
Updated: 12 Jan 2005
Warnings: Strong language.
Type: General
Characters: Fellowship, OC


Chapter 1 - Prologue to Far From Home

A quick shout out to the beta readers who helped make the posting of this story possible! Thank you to psycomare125 for your insights into the characters. Thank you to Texasgirl for giving Roxanne the spice she needed. And last but certainly not the least to wenont absolutely the BIGGEST help in the completion of this story (even though it's not yet complete). Thank you, all of you, for supporting me and encouraging me to try my hardest and to not , as wenont stated to me, "force the chapters out like shreded cheese" .

Remember to PLEASE R&R I value your opinions greatly!!!

Now onto the story!

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Once upon a time, in the city of Los Angeles, there lived a girl named Roxanne. She had shoulder length black hair and blue eyes. She was 5’3” in height and 15 years old.

She had been happy in her home, a condominium not far from the main city, except that something happened which would change her life forever. She was suddenly taken through a portal into Middle Earth. However, I shall get to that part of the story soon enough. Meanwhile I will discuss other matters.

Roxanne was not popular or a geek. She was sort of in between; an average type of girl. Never first, but never last. She was always sensitive but not in an overly sensitive type of way. However, her only fault was her temper. If you made the mistake of saying one wrong thing to her, you would wish you had never been born. Mostly because the language she used was somewhat repulsive to most people. Some claimed that she could yell and curse so loud that you could hear her clear across town.

She would do anything and everything to get her way. This was especially true when it came to the Lord of the Rings. She had all three movies and five sets of the trilogy in the books. She loved all the characters; except the evil ones of course.

She might sound a bit too perfect to believe, and this might even be true. Nevertheless, the story I am about to tell you describes how her so-called ‘perfect world’ comes to a crashing halt, in a strange dimension of reality.

I bid you to journey further into the story, for you shall find it more real with every step that you take. Welcome to Middle Earth.


Chapter 2 - Chapter 1

****I forgot to add this in before. Stupid me. Anyways....Just a quick note to state that I own absolutely NONE of Tolkien's characters. But I do own Roxanne. So I just want to say again PLEASE R&R!!!! Please and Thank you!!! Enjoy the Story!****


“God damn!” Roxanne said drowsily, as she slowly pried her eyes open to meet the waking world. “Mom was right about staying up late studying; you can actually pass out from studying too long.”

“Wait a minute. This isn’t my room!” she gasped, more than a little scared.

“Where’s my bed, my desk!!” she shouted loudly. “Where’s my room? Oh...My...God!!!! Whoever is playing this trick on me better come out right now!! Or I swear I’ll beat the hell out of you!!!!”

“Ok girl, we gotta calm down now. Maybe this is all just a very bad dream,” she told herself softly, in the hopes of calming herself down. It seemed to have worked at least for a few minutes anyway.

“Ok,” she told herself softly, “I could just be dreaming. I’ll just pinch myself and then I’ll wake up. Ok, here I go.”
 
“Owww!” she said as self-induced pain shot up her arm. "Damn that hurt!"

“I guess if I’m not dreaming…” she paused, “…then I’ll have to figure out where I am.”

So, partly reassured by her own question, she made the decision to find help and eventually get the hell out of wherever she was.

“I mean, this place looks like someone could possibly live here, there has to be someone living around here,” she said to herself, then added, “I hope."

“Ok Roxanne, choose a direction to go,” she said reassuringly. She then added thoughtfully, “So now to figure out which way I should go. Hmmmm. You know maybe I’ve gone insane. And now I’m in some kind of god damn asylum. But, I don’t know that cause’ I’m so bloody crazy I think I’m in some rocky plain. Weird place to be, I would rather imagine myself in Hawaii instead. Much more beautiful. And warmer too. It's so god damn cold here I'll freeze my ass off."

“Maybe I should...”
 
CRACK!!
 
“What was that? Wha-Who’s th-there?” She stammered, frightened.

She looked around frantically trying to find the source of the sound.

“Oh well, It might have been just a bird or an animal.” She said very unsure of her surroundings.

When she turned back around, she saw that she was sadly mistaken. What she saw was a blond haired dude pointing a bow and arrow in her face. There were about eight other guys with their weapons at the ready. There were four very short guys that were more like children than anything else holding small swords, a tall one with a shield, another short guy with a sort of reddish beard and an axe, a tall guy with worn clothes and a sword, and a old guy clad in gray holding a staff and sword.
 
“Wh-Who a-are you guys?” She stammered.

“The question is not who are we but who are you child?” asked the old man with a long gray beard, gray clothes, a gray pointy hat, and a long stick.

“Hey! Listen here buddy! I’m not a child, I’m a teenager. So don’t call me a child! And um my name is Ann.” She said lying and a little angry.

“Forgive me for my rudeness. Of course any one with half a mind can see that you are a blossoming young woman.” he said elegantly.

“Oook, I don’t know about the blossoming part, but I’ll take it. Thanks. Soooo now can you tell me who the hell you all are? Please.” Roxanne says. When she repeated the question they asked to be excused for a moment. She didn’t know why but they all seemed pretty familiar. Oh well, it could just be her very over excited imagination.

When they came back the old man spoke first and each one followed with their name. Roxanne had now learned that their names were Gandalf the Gray (who oddly enough is the guy dressed in gray, imagine that), Boromir of Gondor, Gimli son of Gloin, Aragorn (he bowed to her when he said his name, he was such a gentleman!), Frodo, Sam, Merry, Pippin, (were the other short guys) and last but not least the infamous guy who pointed the arrow in her face was Prince Legolas of Mirkwood who apologized for sticking his bow and arrow in her face. It took a minute for those names to click inside her head, but when they did you should see their faces after what she said.

“Oh...my...god! Oh my god! You guys are the Fellowship of the Ring, aren’t you?! This is sooooooo cool!!

They looked so bewildered after she said that. It was as if someone had just punched them all in the stomach. Frodo was the only one who had a straight face, otherwise they all had their mouths open.

“How do you know about us? Somebody at the council meeting must have been a spy for Sauron and told him about our quest about our quest. I knew this wasn’t a good idea.” Says Boromir, he’s the guy with the shield, and in Roxanne‘s opinion, a little too noble for his own good.

“You’ve already attended to the Council of Elrond in Rivendell?” Roxanne asked excitedly.

“Yes, child, but how do you know about the meeting?” inquired Gandalf.

“You mean this is true all of it? Every little speck of it?” Roxanne said, getting a strange feeling.

“What is all true? But, you still haven’t answered my question.” He said.

But Roxanne was not interested in answering his question, not anymore. She was more interested in the first part of what he said, if what he said was true, well she didn‘t want to think about that.

“Oh no, Oh no. This can’t be true. Because if it’s true than that means I’m in...No it can’t be. It just can‘t be” She says whimpered.

“I’m in freakin’ MIDDLE EARTH!!!!”


Chapter 3 - Chapter 2

 
“How can this be? I mean, one minute I’m studying at my desk in L.A. and the next thing I know I’m in freakin’ Middle Earth standing next to the Fellowship of the Ring. This is so damn creepy!” She said loudly.

“How can you be so surprised about being here? Unless you are a spy for the enemy trying to gain our sympathy so you can learn of our plans and convey them to Sauron. Gandalf, I say we slay her now while we still have the chance!” Gimli said while drawing his axe into a menacing position.

“W-W-Wait! You don’t understand! Let me explain!” Roxanne cried out, frantically racking her brains for a way out.

“We have heard enough from you and your lying mouth! Now die!” boomed Gimli, readying his weapon for a low, but nevertheless deadly strike. Suddenly a voice said…

“No!”

Clang! A sword came practically out of nowhere blocking Gimli’s attack.

“No Gimli! You cannot kill her,” said Aragorn sternly, and with strong determination. It was enough to stop the dwarf and force him to lower his axe.

“Aragorn is correct Gimli, neither you nor anyone else can kill her. At least not yet,” said Gandalf forcefully but with great calm.

“Ann, pray will you please elucidate to us why you are out here all alone,” said Legolas coolly and elegantly, sounding very much like the sexy prince he was.

“Ok, I’ll tell you that I have absolutely no idea how I got here from my home in L.A,” she said, unsure and afraid.

“Where is this ‘L.A.’? Moreover, if you are from this place, how do you know so much about this ‘L.A.’ in view of the fact that it cannot be nearby, since it is not on any map of Middle Earth that I have ever seen?” said Frodo undoubtedly befuddled by it all.

“Ummm.. Well you see, I uhh.. Well the thing is…” she stammered trying to figure out what to say to them, since she couldn’t very well tell them the truth. Then an idea struck her, “The truth is, I am a great foreseer of the events to come. I have seen many things in your future that could change the course of your journey. I umm.. I have come to your aid in this dark hour to umm… aid you in your quest!” she said to them confidently, well sort of.

But, after making up that magnificent lie, she was quite pleased with herself. Normally she couldn‘t lie to save herself.

As soon as she said this, everyone started looking quite surprised. Silence ruled the hour until Gimli broke it.

“See, I told you, each and every one, that she is working for the enemy! These things she speaks about are just lies to deceive us and the rest of Middle Earth!” he said loudly, in his rough dwarven voice.

There was another awkward silence until Boromir said, “Gimli is correct. We cannot trust her, so we should just kill her now and save ourselves the trouble of having the enemy alerted to our whereabouts!” he said loudly.

In addition to Boromir’s comment, there was a chorus of agreements from three out of the four hobbits. Then came a loud commotion that followed those comments and everyone started quarrelling about her fate. Finally, someone had had enough sense to end it and said…

“SILENCE!“

All turned in the direction of the roar. It was Gandalf.

“This decision is not ours to make. We shall let the Ring bearer decide her fate. So Frodo, either choose her fate to be that of death or life and for her travel with us until we can take some time to seriously question her further. You shall have one hour to decide her fate. By the end of that hour, you must give us your answer. All right?”

“Yes, Gandalf” said Frodo, in a way that sounded like a child who is to choose his own punishment.

For one hour, all is silent except for the occasional cough, sneeze, or hobbit softly complaining he was hungry. All the while Roxanne sat on her own, waiting for the decision that would decide, whether she would live or die. When finally, what seemed like an eternity, Frodo stood up and voiced his decision.

“I have decided…”


Chapter 4 - Chapter 3

“I have decided,” Frodo spoke cautiously. “She will come with us as our prisoner.”

Roxanne looked at Frodo, her eyes wide and full of bewilderment, “Why?” she asked.

“You do not deserve to die, especially since we have no proof that you are a spy,” he said calmly.

“Thank you,” she replied meekly.

“I would not thank me yet,” he said sharply.

“Wait! We cannot let her live! We have to kill her now!” Gimli suddenly said loudly.

Loud arguing immediately commenced amongst the members of the fellowship. Gandalf, holding his fingers against his tightly closed eyes suddenly bellowed, “Silence! It is Frodo's decision and we shall do as he wishes. Understood?”

A chorus of “I understand” mumbled forth, from almost everyone in the Fellowship following the Istar’s pronouncement. The only two people who did not speak was Frodo, who did not need to say anything further, and Gimli, who was grandly living up to his dwarvish nature, and being stubborn.

“Gimli, do you understand?” asked Gandalf wearily.

“Yes Gandalf, I understand,” he said, in a manner that made it obvious that he disagreed vehemently with Frodo’s decision. However, he could not argue furtherand chose to keep his mouth shut.

“Let us make some lunch, then we shall decide how we are to keep her.” Gandalf voiced as Aragorn came to his side.

“Alright, ” answered Aragorn, “But how are we to keep her in the mean while?”

“We shall place her near the center of camp where we can keep a close watch upon her. We shall also bind her hands and feet so she cannot escape.” Said the wizard firmly.

“Legolas?”

“Yes Gandalf?”

“You shall take her near the center of camp and bind her.”

“As you wish,” said the Elf straight faced, but hiding his disagreement within.

Legolas moved swiftly towards her and asked gently, “May I have your hand m’lady?”

She reluctantly gave him her hand, without saying a word, he helping her to her feet.

“Thank you,” he murmured softly, leading her to the center of the camp and firmly bound her hands and ankles with rope. He was careful not to bind her too tightly as to cause her injury.

“I take my leave, m’lady,” he said softly. He then rose gracefully to his feet and quickly walked over to join the others.

As she sat there, wrists and ankles bound, she began to feel very frightened and alone. She wriggled her hands and fingers, bound behind her back, then moved her ankles a bit, eyeing the rope that now held her. She bit her quivering lip, now on the verge of tears, seeing how little they trusted her and how she now was very much their prisoner.
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