The original Chapter 2 introduced the main plot, where the main protagonist (me) wakes up and finds herself in Middle Earth. so naturally, I intend to keep it that way. i'm kinda picking apart the original version while at the same time, totally making this up as I go. so bear with me.
Disclaimers and copyrights: go see the first chapter.
Reviews and criticism: always welcomed. now, I haven't seen/read LOTR in a while, so there's a good chance that I might be leaving some stuff out throughout the story, aside from the hot AxL action. so please tell me if I leave out any important events and whatnot.

Chapter 2:middle earth

I found that waking up was rather difficult today. When I came to, I found myself lying facedown on what felt like a pile of damp leaves. I managed to crack open my eyes, but my vision was still blurry and I couldn't make out my surroundings. The moisture on the leaves was collecting onto my clothes and the cool temperature of the air didn't help my lack of a shirt with sleeves. The leaves were quickly becoming uncomfortable, so I tried to lift myself up.

Apparently going at a slow pace wasn't slow enough, and I felt a sharp pain in the back of my neck that raced up the back of my skull. I gasped harshly and dropped back down. Ignoring the pain, I reached behind my head and felt around the nape of my neck. I could feel a large lump at the base of my skull, and my hair seemed to be matted with blood.

What the bloody hell?

I brought my hand back in front of my face as I feebly opened my eyes again. The blood had long since dried into my hair, so not much of it came off on my hand. I still had no idea where the lump on my head came from, and for some reason, I couldn't remember what had happened or why I was here of all places. I breathed deeply.

Frog.

My eyes flew open. I remembered now! I was in school, Charlotte had me evaluate her story, we cut up some frogs in biology class, and I went to band practice. I was behind the tuba person, and then…

I find myself here.

Damn, am I in a coma? I thought. I'm bloody surprised I'm not dead.

Well, whatever's happening, I'm still in excruciating pain and I can't move. Great, so now what? Are some wolves going to come along and eat me, or are they just going to wait till I die?

Voices. Now I hear voices. They sounded far off, but with every second I waited, they seemed to be drawing nearer. I lifted my head slightly and caught three figures walking towards me. Apparently they haven't seen me yet. I prayed that they would see me. And then—

The footsteps stopped. The voices stopped.

"Don't move closer to it," a barely audible voice said. "I'm going to take a closer look." A single pair of footsteps started up again, cautiously shuffling their way towards me. I have to admit, this isn't exactly the reaction I was expecting.

I felt a hand on my shoulder and I tried opening my eyes again. My vision was less blurry and I could make out a male form. His two companions were waiting several yards behind him, but one of them, the taller one, seemed to be moving closer as well.

"I think she's alive," the man closest to me said.

"Your voice sounds familiar…" I breathed. He glanced at me before turning his attention back to his companions.

"She seems to be a Man of female origin, but this is beyond anything I've ever seen before," he said. "Look at her clothes. I don't regognize this material." He was fingering my jeans now.

"I don't think it'd be proper to just leave her out here," said the tall man.

"Is it dangerous?" the shorter man inquired, weilding a weapon of some sort.

"I don't think so," said the man touching me. "Look at this." His hand moved to the back of my head. "It looks as though she's been attacked."

"Tuba…" I muttered. The three of them looked at me. "Darkness…then here…I'm cold. Where am I?"

"Here…" He helped me to sit up and leaned me against a nearby tree. I could see now. I was in a forest of some sort and I rolled my head in the general direction of the three men. Blurry still, but I immediately recognized them the instant my sight was brought back in to focus.

"Aragorn…?" He hunched his eyebrows thoughtfully.

"Yes," he said. "How did you know?" I closed my eyes and rolled my head around.

"Legolas and Gimli," I said quietly. "They're here?" Aragorn looked back to the other two men.

"Yes," he said. I gasped harshly and grabbed at my arms, shivering. "Here." Aragorn pulled off his cloak and wrapped it around me. I could feel the warmth returning already.

"Thank you," I said. This all seemed a bit…unrealistic. I suspect myself of being in a coma, and now I find myself in the depths of Middle Earth being rescued by Aragorn, Legolas, and Gimli? Maybe this is me going crazy, or halucinating or something. This is all too confusing. But hey, I might as well make good use of it while I'm here.

"Now, how do you know our names?" Aragorn pressed. I rolled my head around again.

"Movie…" I groaned. "Need water…"

"We're not going to get anywhere sitting in an Orc infested forest, Aragorn," Gimli insisted.

"We best set up camp and rest for the night," Legolas added. "Maybe we can get some answers out of her."

"Agreed," Aragorn said. He wriggled his hands behind my back and under my legs and lifted me up. This sudden movement was not easy on my body and I could feel pain again. I felt drowsy suddenly, and I closed my eyes.

I passed out.

.xXx.

When I came to, I found myself lying on my back in a cave of some sort. I was lying by a fire, and as I started to move around, I found that Aragorn's cloak was still covering me. I stayed where I was for a minute to gather myself. I'm not exactly sure how I ended up here in this cave. Last I remember, I was on the verge of death in the middle of a forest.

"Ah, awake are you?" I looked up. Aragorn walked in to the cave carrying an armfull of dead branches, evidently for firewood.

"What happened?" I muttered.

"You passed out," Aragorn answered. "Conveniently before we had a chance to question you." He threw down the stack of branches beside the fire. "We weren't sure if you were dangerous or not, so we took the liberty of disarming you."

"Disarm me?" I repeated. "I don't have anything…" I searched my pockets. They were empty.

"Now, what manner of weapon is this?" Aragorn asked, holding up a small grey device. I struggled to sit up.

"That's my cell phone, darling," I said weakly. "Though I can guarentee you it doesn't work here, wherever I am. I'd like to have that back, please." I reached for it, but he pulled it out of my reach.

"I'm unfamiliar with such a device," he said. "So you'll have to earn my trust first before you can get this back."

"Look, if you'll just hand it to me, I can show you what it does," I said, still reaching for the phone. "If you don't entirely trust me as of right now, you can have your sword out and kill me or maim me whenever you feel necessary. Deal?" Aragorn thought for a moment, before handing me my phone. He didn't immediately arm himself as I gave him permission to, but rather he had placed his hand on the hilt of a knife and watched me, at the ready.

"See, this is called a cell phone," I said, flipping it open. "Back where I come from, we use it to talk to people far away, people we can't see. Every one of these devices has it's own seven-digit number that we dial into this keypad here so that we can talk to other people."

"That's quite an intriguing device, my lady," Aragorn said. "Where are you from? Gondor? Rohan?"

"Nah," I scoffed. "Well, that depends. What year is this?"

"1418, I believe," he replied. I stared at him.

"Really," I said. "Well then, my time is about oh say, more than five hundred years from now."

"I don't see how that's possible," Aragorn said. "How did you get here?"

"I suspect that I'm dead," I said. "Or…almost dead. See, back in my world, I was getting ready for band practice when I think I was hit in the head with a tuba. I'm quite possibly in a coma and this is just a part of my hallucinatory death phase. You guys are big back where I come from. No joke."

"That's what I've been meaning to ask you," Aragorn said. "Before you passed out, you mentioned our names and something about a movie. What is this movie, and how do you know us?"

"Okay see," I said. "A movie is just a bunch of really fast moving pictures. There's a trilogy of movies called 'The Lord of the Ring' which features you three, the hobbits, Gandalf, and a bunch of other people that you still have yet to meet. I worship the trilogy, I have them mostly memorized, and I know what will happen in the future. Get it?" Aragorn stared at me, trying to comprehend what I was saying.

"Not exactly," he said. "But what you're saying is that, we are in this movie that you speak of?"

"Pretty much," I answered. "And based on the surroundings and point in time, I will be able to determine which of the three movies we are currently in and I will be able to help you avoid big nasty problems in the future so that you can get yourselves to the hobbits faster. Now, judging by the fact that I do not see Gandalf, Merry, Pippin, Treebeard, or Isengard anywhere, I'd say we're not in the third movie. Have you reunited with Gandalf yet?" Aragorn looked thoroughly confused.

"Gandalf was pulled into the shadows by the Balrog, what are you talking about?" he said.

"I'll take that as a no," I said. "Second question: where is Boromir?"

"Boromir was slain by the Orcs," he replied. "How do you kn—."

"We're in the beginning of Movie 2, Aragorn," I said. "I can help you avoid crap in the future, but you have to trust me. I know what's going to happen." Aragorn looked like he was about to say something, but was cut short as Gimli appeared, closely followed by Legolas carrying three skins of water.

"I see she's awake," Legolas said, setting them down.

"Has she talked yet?" Gimli inquired.

"Indeed she has," Aragorn replied. "She's not from here, and apparently, back where she comes from, everyone knows us. This…knowledge has given her the power to see into the future. She claims that she knows what will happen, and has already hinted to us that we will reunite with Gandalf and the hobbits." Legolas and Gimli stared at me.

"What's your name?" Legolas said.

"Huh? Oh," I said. "My name's Kendra."

"So, Kendra," Legolas said. "If you truly know what will happen in the future, where do we go from here?" I held up my hand.

"Food and rest first," I said. "I'm weak and hungry, and before we go off adventuring some more, I need to assure myself that I can walk under my own strength without passing out again. Once we eat and get ourselves a good night's rest, I promise I'll tell you everything you need to know."

"In that case, I suppose I'll go out and catch something then?" Legolas inquired.

"That would be best," Aragorn replied. Legolas left the cave, slinging his bow and quiver over his shoulder. Aragorn turned his attention back to me.

"Now then, will you at least tell us where we are to go next?" he said. I took a gulp of water from one of the water skins.

"Fangorn Forest."

End Chapter 2

Next chapter will clarify more, though I still don't know what's going to be in chapter 3. the original chapter contained mainly dialogue between kendra and aragorn, having a verbal battle about her name and how retarded I made it sound. i'll work something out, I guess.
I intend to watch "two towers" over the weekend so that I can accurately summarize the events for the main purpose of the next few chapters.
I do very so hope that this chapter satisfied the lack of plot in the original text. please review and give me any pointers that you may have.