Disclaimer: I do not own any of J. R. R. Tolkiens characters, or the quote at the beginning, but I do own my OC (Emma).
Chapter 1
He drew a deep breath. 'Well, I'm back,' he said.
Emma closed the book slowly, dramatically.
It was the third time she'd read J. R. R. Tolkien's 'Lord of the Rings' trilogy and yet it didn't bore her. She could have read it a thousand times and still found it exiting. She would even still have been faintly surprised when Gandalf returns.
She placed the book to one side and sighed.
I hate it when a good saga ends.
She thought.
Emma checked the clock. It read 11:00.
"Well, I'd better get to bed," She said to herself, "I can't be late, I've got my harp exam tomorrow and I can't screw that up! I won't get that diploma if I do!"
With that, she went off to her room.
After removing her make-up, brushing her teeth and changing into her nightdress, Emma slipped into bed and slid under her duvet.
She closed her eyes, but no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't sleep.
Better go get a drink, that might help. She thought as she got out of bed.
As she passed the living room to go to the kitchen, she stopped.
She had a nagging sensation to go into the darkened room; however, she flicked the light on before doing so. The first thing she saw was her book, 'The Return of the King' placed on the arm of the sofa, even though it was the furthest thing away from her. She felt a sudden urge to pick it up and did so almost without realising.
Almost.
Then, she left the room (Flicking the light off as she went) and started to climb the stairs, gazing intently at the cover of the book.
She then clambered back into bed, placing the book on her bedside table and flicking off her lamp.
She drifted off to sleep instantly.