Disclaimer: I do not own any of the lotr characters, places, etc. Please don't sue me, all I have are bubblegum star wars cards.

Chapter One

From normal to paranormal

Jessica dozed in front of her computer, the screen playing an odd white light across the features of her face. The girl's eyes skipped over the words in front of her, the tedious work she was forced to write for her English class.

As the girl sat there with an arm propping up her chin, she began to daydream. Unbeknownst to her, the girl's mother entered at that moment.

"Hi, honey!" she piped as she walked into the room. She shot a glance towards her incapacitated daughter.

"Jess?" She spoke carefully, setting a tentative hand on her daughter's shoulder. The feel of her mother's hand was enough to snap Jessica out of her reverie.

"Huh? oh, hi Mom,"

She tried to ignore the look her mother was giving her.

"Did you spend all day on the computer again?"

Jess's pale face tried not to flush.

"Well, it wasn't really all da-"

"How long?"

The girl squirmed in her seat, "Four hours?"

"Four HOURS! You stayed on the computer for four hours! What if someone was trying to call us?"

The girl sighed. She had been expecting something to this extent.

"I'm sorry, Mom. I won't do it again,"

Jessica hated that. She was always having to say she was sorry.

Her mother heaved a sigh of her own.

"Look, just go wash your hands for dinner, ok?"

"Yes, Mom,"
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That night, Jessica dreamed of someone... someone who looked so familiar and yet, she knew that they had never met before... his long blonde hair blew in the wind as his crystal eyes gazed deeply into hers...
When she woke up the next morning, the face was blurred; she had no recollection of to whom it belonged to. She'd been having the dream for over a month, and had yet to remember more then a faded memory. Sighing deeply, she got out of bed and dressed. Grabbing her copy of The Silmarillion, she headed down the stairs. As she turned into the kitchen, she heard the sudden screech of tires.

Huh, that's funny, it almost sounds like...

"The BUS!" Jess cried, grabbing her book bag and racing for the door. By the time she had reached the curb, the large lumbering beast was already pulling away, splattering mud all over Jessie and her new book bag. Frustration welled up inside her as she realized, once again, that she had missed her bus.

"AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" she screamed in anger, stomping back inside to change. Her Mom was definitely not going to like this...

After fifteen minutes of arguing, her mother finally agreed to take her to school. Jessie stared angrily out of the window the entire way there and angrily forgot to tell her mother goodbye.

Luckily, she made it to her class just before the bell. Next to her sat one of her friends: Lily Stevens, a small girl with fiery green eyes and a horrendous disposition. Lily was painfully sarcastic, but deep down Jessie knew there was more to her friend then she normally let on. The girl smirked as she caught sight of Jessie, knowing why her friend was scowling so.

"Miss it again?" she asked, smiling. Jessie glared. Lily shrugged, "Hey, I was only asking..."
"Yeah, sure you were..."
Jessica's friend feigned shock.
"Are you saying you don't believe me?"
Jessie rolled her eyes.

The day passed by as uneventfully as possible, much like most of the days at the girls' suburban high school. Soon Jessie found herself in seventh period, leaning back in her chair with a bored expression on her face and with her book held a few inches away from her nose. Lily was nearby pretending to flip through her writing folder; in reality she was listening in on the conversation the preppie girls were having concerning a certain actor.

"Ohmigawd he is SO hot!" one of the girls whispered, barely breathing, she was so excited.

Lily giggled.

Trying to ignore her friend's antics, Jessie went back to her book.

"He looks so much better with blonde hair, though," another preppie commented.

Lily giggled again.

Jessie had just read the same paragraph twice.

"His eyes freak me out!" One cried, "They're like, baby blue, or something,"

Jessica practically threw her book at Lily when she laughed again.

Ripping her friend's folder away from her, Jess realized why. Lily had stuffed it full of Legolas photos. Between the preppies conversation and this portable Orli-shrine, Jessie was absolutely sure her friend was somewhere in dreamland. The popular girls continued their conversation.

"And what's the movie he was in?"

"Oh, you mean that weird one with the guy from Flipper?"

"Yeah, what's it called-"

"Like, Lords of the something or other."

"Lord of the Flies? I had to read that book; it was, like, so stupid -"

"It's Lord of the RINGS!" Jessie cried finally, ripping her attention away from Lily. The blondes' took one glance at Jessica's torn bellbottoms, loop earrings and faded Goonies t-shirt and looked as though they have been majorly violated.

"Why don't you mind your own business, geek?" one snarled, smiling sweetly. Jessie scowled and leaned back in her chair; Lily just rolled her eyes.

"It's quite pathetic when they can't even name the movie He's in."

Her friend was silent.
"What?"
Glancing up, Jess saw the other girl really was quite clueless.
"The way you fawn over that guy is what's pathetic!"
Now Lily looked offended.
"I don't fawn over him-"
Jessie ripped out a picture from her friend's folder of a lipstick-smeared Legolas.
Lily just smiled sheepishly;and Jessie sighed.

Almost everyone Jessie knew had a crush on that actor; some, in Lily's extreme case, even had a crush on the character, himself. It made her sick to her stomach. That pompous elf was a completed waste of time; he was only immortalized in the movie! For a moment Jessie was lost in her own thoughts and didn't realized Lily was still talking until--
"- what, is it cause he doesn't have a beard or greasy hair? He's not manly enough for you since he actually uses shampoo, right?"

Jessie frowned. For some reason she liked guys with beards… and it was just a coincidence that most of the characters she liked in movies and books ended up dying some tragic end… wasn't it? What else could she say? The situation definitely didn't say much for her love life...

Hearing the bell, Jessica gripped her book tightly, grabbed her backpack and walked to her locker while carefully avoiding her friend.

That night, Jessie dreamed of the same golden-haired angel... only this time the end was far from what she remembered. This was all too clear, a true nightmare. The angel spoke softly, kissing her, caressing her cheek gently with its hand as it did every night but as the vision neared its end, the angel cried out in pain. Jessica watched helplessly as he slowly disappeared, black tangible night encroaching upon the dreamscape. She cried out in the dark but she made no sound. Menacing silence surrounded her as unseen foes approached. A great eye, wreathed in flame, burned her; scorched her until she could hardly stand.

When she awoke, she found that the darkness had followed her into reality. She was sweating; burning up. Feverishly reaching out onto her familiar wall, she searched for the light switch. It didn't work. Jessie blindly felt her way to the bathroom and tried that light; broken. Stumbling back to her own doorway, she collapsed in exhaustion; succumbing to the darkness at last.