As always, I own nothing! Nothing. Nothing. Except the characters you don't know and some of my main girls experiences. Some of them are mine, though to be nasty and keep you guessing I'm not telling which ones. Hehe!

Summary as promised.

Annwn wakes up in ME and tries to tell her self that it's all a hallucination. She deals with learning to fight, cranky Aragorn, and her own fears. All while having no idea what her appearance means to ME and her own future.

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Chapter One The Greatest Discovery

Bells chimed above the door as a young woman entered a tiny cramped used book shop in the city of London England. She looked mostly like her father, she was tall like him (well, she was taller than her mother she beat her mother by three inches) at 5"6". Her father was almost six feet tall. She had a pretty, yet uncompelling face with wavy unruly brown almost, black locks, also like her fathers, which fell past her shoulder blades. That is where her similarities to her father ended. It was her eyes that caught people's attention, they were clearly from her mother, blue, clear as crystal and sharp as a diamond edged blade when she wanted them to be.

There was a time that, if she had wanted, she could be a model for shampoo or something even though she wasn't sinewy like they wanted; she was stronger, more athletic. This changed after the accident though. She was no longer nearly perfect like they wanted models. She was scared, in more than one way. She had been offered deals modeling for companies but she always said no before they could see her and say no to her face. She didn't want that hurt in her life. Being shunned for something she had no control over. It hurt too much.

She was wandering around the used bookstore looking for nothing in particular when she found it. There it was stacked near the bottom of a tall pile of books on the floor. It was a very old publication of The Fellowship of The Ring, by JRR Tolkien. She never thought that she would see something like this, unless it was in a museum and she wasn't entirely sure that there was a museum for books. If there was she hadn't heard of it.

She wanted the book badly, and started slowly taking books off the pile and setting them aside. Finally she got to the one she wanted. And it wasn't what she thought it was, it was much older. She opened the cover and found the publication date. All her breath left her when she saw it. The date said that it was one of the first ever printed, maybe even the very first with all of its mistakes. She took it to the till and asked the elderly man.

"How much for this book?"

"What does the sign say?" he pointed to the sign above the stack of books it had come from. It read 5£. That was it? Her day was getting better and better. She pulled out a five pound bill and gave to the man.

"That book always comes back it does." He said as she was about to leave the store

"Pardon me?"

"It always comes back, in the years that it's been here I've made hundreds of pounds off it. It first came here years ago, an old geezer came in with it. (the young woman thought this was a rather rich comment coming from the man many would now call an old geezer.) "Came in with it he did, he told me that I would know when the right person bought it. And you know what?" he asked in a hushed voice as he leaned in so he was closer to her

"What?" she asked

"You're not the right one!" he shouted at her at the top of his voice. She just looked at him as give him a withering look.

"I bought it and I'm keeping it." With that she left the shop and went out into the busy London streets.

Inside the shop the man was muttering to himself with a smile on his face.

"Yes, yes she's the one, she'll do nicely. Nicely indeed. She's defiantly the one." And with a pop he was gone and there was a woman in his place, about in her fifties. She was the real store owner.