"Watch where you're pointing that bloody thing!" Kyra squeaked. Her heart was beating rapidly as she held her breath, scared out of her wits. She watched as the arrow was removed to a somewhat safe distance as she sat up, pausing in her movements, eyebrows shooting up.

Boy, someone sure enjoyed cosplaying as Link, he even had the elf ears glued on to complete the look. Or, even if he wasn't trying to be Link, he could, at the very least, be a made up character from the franchise. Either way, it was a strange sight. Her eyes widened as her mind wandered. Dear God. She was along in the forest with a possible psychotic, cosplaying nutcase.

Bad thing about it was, this man was incredibly gorgeous. Long blond, perfect hair, blue eyes.

After a moment of staring at each other, unmoving, the blond haired man spoke; his voice full of authority. "You will tell me who you are and the reasons as to which I have found you outside the border of Lothlorien. Are you a spy of Saruman's?"

Kyra felt goosebumps on her skin. She made eye contact with him, licking her lips nervously. "Lothlorien? Saruman? Spy? Mate, I have absolutely no idea what you're going on about. In any case, why should I answer to you? You're the one who had an arrow pointed in my face."

His dark blue orbs narrowed at her. "You will watch your tongue, mortal. Do you know to who you speak?"

"A Psychotic Legend of Zelda fan?" The look on his face hastily made her add, "No. No I do not."

"I am Haldir, Marchwarden of Lothlorien. I protect these borders. So, mortal, I demand for you to tell me who you are and how you have come to be here."

"Christ almighty! Calm it down a bit, eh? These woods are for the public to use whenever they please." The young woman snapped. Haldir could tell that this strange woman was becoming just as impatient as he. "I'm Kyra Matheson, and honestly? I have no idea how I got into the wooded area in Toronto. Actually, I didn't know they named it. In any case, I probably sleepwalked my way over here. So...can you just tell me the exit to get out of here so I can go home, it'd be very much appreciated."

"A strange name." He uttered, a confused look darkening the man's features, his brows furrowing together. "I have not heard of this Toronto place. Is it near the Shire?"

"The what? No. Mate. Toronto is in Ontario, Canada."

"It is not a country I am familiar with."

"Are you tripping on acid? You should know what country you're in." She said slowly, studying the man and realizing, as her heart dropped, that he was not lying. She could not see any trace of a lie or a joke. It was either that, or he was a very good actor. Something told her, that this was anything but.

Kyra took a startled step back, eyes widening as he moved closer towards her, his eyes studying her. She felt like an animal in a cage, watching and waiting to see if he was going to try and attempt to attack her again. She held her breath, tensing as he backed her into a tree, mere inches away from her.

The next words that came out of her mouth made her wonder about this man's mental stability. "Such strange attire for a human female."

"No shit, mate. What the hell did you think I was?" She asked before she could put up the mental and verbal barrier between her mouth and brain. She mentally cringed at the look he gave her but she put up her brave front and continued, "Besides, I'm not the one who looks like I have just come out of a Comic-Con convention."

"You speak strangely, as well. Your phrases are something I have heard naught before now." He gave her a slight smirk, "Also, you could be an elf...or even an orc-"

"Orc?" She questioned. "The hell is a bloody orc?"

"You shall find out soon enough. As for my attire, it shows my stature as marchwarden."

"A what?"

A slight growl emanated from him. His patience was wearing thin. "A border guard."

"Okay."

He leaned in, his eyes scanning her, "You haven't a first on where you are, do you?"

"No! No I do not." She snapped, deciding to play this man's little game. "The last thing I remember was being in bed. In my apartment and then I find myself here. In the middle of the fucking forest being attacked by-Oh Christ. You...you kidnapped me, didn't you?"

The panicked look on the woman's eyes prompted Haldir to hold up his hands. "Calm down, mortal. I did not kidnap you."

"That's what they all say!" She shrieked, managing to shimmy between the oversized tree and the man, looking frantically around for something to defend herself with. Quickly, she reached down and grabbed a few nice sized rocks as she began throwing them at him. "Get the bloody hell away from me!"

Haldir easily dodged the rocks, slightly surprised at the mortal female's strength in which she threw them. When she paused for a moment, her hands shaky, he took this opportunity to try and calm her down again. "You must calm yourself. This childish behaviour is not necessa-"

Somehow, a rock made its way past his defences as it hit him square in the left temple. The pain from the hit, ricocheted before darkness began consuming his vision and he fell to his knees for a few moments, then finally falling forward onto the ground with a thud. Out completely cold.

Kyra gasped, losing grip on the rocks she had. Cursing she ran over to the man's side, plopping down on her knees. "No. No. No. Oh God, what did I do?"

With shaky hands she reached one of her hands out, checking his pulse, breathing in relief when she felt the strong beat beneath her fingertips. Guilt overcame her anger and frustration. She was only venting! She wasn't at all trying to hurt the poor guy. Taking a deep breath she turned him over and winced.

A long jagged gash ran across his head and temple, travelling down his face as blood trickled out of the wound. Hastily, she patted him down, looking for anything that could be used to cover his wound. Eventually, she found a white silk cloth in one of his tunic pockets. She could tell that it was expensive as it had butterflies embroidered into the fabric. She groaned, considering putting it back, though upon looking at his wound once more the thought had quickly vanished as she folded the cloth and placed it on the wound, putting slight pressure on it with one hand while the other one looked for something that could be used to secure it.

When she couldn't find anything, she felt her heart break as she realized what she would have to use. Looking down at her cotton tank top, she sighed as she began ripping a strip from the bottom of the shirt. Once finished, she placed one hand on the cloth and began wrapping it snugly around the man's head a couple of times then tucking it in.

Sitting back, she wondered on what she should do next. Nodding, she knew that she couldn't leave him alone in the woods. Unconscious no less. She stood up onto shaky legs, and wandered around the area, making sure she was within eyesight of him as she gathered wood to build a fire.

Just as she put the wood into a pile an inhuman growl pierced the air. Kyra stiffened, eyes darting from one place to the next around her. The growl sounded again, this time it was even closer and her heart dropped, blood running cold and her breath catching at what she saw.

Amber eyes seemed to glow eerily at her hungrily at her from a few metres away. It was some sort of animal, but one that she had never seen before. She had absolutely no idea what the hell it was and to be frank, she didn't want to know, either.

Ever so slightly, she tilted her head to the side, her eyes silently urging the man to wake up. Come on, mate. Any time is no better of one to wake up than right this very moment. Don't leave me hanging here.

The adrenaline that she was running on for the past little while was beginning to wane to the effects of fear. Her breathing was coming out in short, snagged breaths when she took a step, snapping a twig. She winced, berating herself for even moving. The animal growled, lunging at her.

Kyra barely managed to dodge it as she took a few quick steps to the side as she tripped over something. She hissed as pain exploded through her right knee when she landed on something fairly jagged. Tears blurred her vision as she gritted her teeth, trying to not voice her discomfort as she waited for the inevitable pain that would come from the animal's bite.

A bite, she realized that would never come.

One eye slowly opened to see where the animal was and when she saw that it was down she opened her other eye, raising her head. It was then that she saw an arrow protruding out of the animal's eye.

She gaped at it for a moment, wondering where the hell the arrow came from, noticing that the man was still out.

Her answer soon came in the form of a man. His hair was equally as long as the man she encountered before, as well as the same style. His attire made her think of the one Peter Pan wore in the Disney classic.

He spoke then, in a strange, yet beautiful language that made her want to listen to it all day. If she didn't think her mood could drop any lower, it surprised her when it dropped into the deepest, darkest depths of hell when she caught sight of his ears.

"Are you kidding me?" She growled. "Another cosplayer? What is with you people and dressing up like elves for? Is this where you lot hang out?"