Author's note: Hey everyone! OK, this is the second time I'm posting this story, because I got a new username. Please R&R!
Disclaimer: I do not own the Lord of the Rings. If you thought I did, well then that's pretty wacky.
Chapter 1
Aster Turner rode on her bike to her home. She felt tired and each pedal stroke seemed to take every bit of her strength. She had just finished a Karate team practice. She had been on the team for several years, but had never had such a difficult team practice. She usually at least had energy to get back home.
Aster had started Karate when she was ten, she was now 16. She was a black belt and did very well in competition, and had won 3 world titles (all in sparring). She was also very good with the sword and had taken lessons in archery.
Dangit! she thought. Why didn't I drive to Karate?
She got home after the tiring hour and a half bike ride and went straight to bed.
The next day it was raining furiously. Aster stared glumly out the window. She was a kind of outdoorsy person, or at least she didn't mind spending time outside with her German Shepard, Sammi. She spent most of the day inside, reading the Lord of the Rings. She loved the books and considered Tolkien to be a genius.
When it had stopped raining she went out and discovered that Sammi had run away again. Will she ever stop doing that? half of her mind asked. The other half replied firmly, No!
She walked down the street calling for her dog. She came across a muddy puddle. Thinking nothing of it, she began to walk across. When she was in the middle her foot caught on something that felt like a tree root. She fell forward and hit her head hard on a rock, knocking her unconscious.
When she came back to herself, her head felt as though someone had dropped an anvil on it. She felt the side of her head with her eyes still closed to see if there was any blood. As she did her hand brushed on the ground. It was grass. It was odd because where she had fallen the ground had been dirt.
She opened her eyes and looked at the ground. There was no smell from the rain. This is getting a bit freaky, she thought. Then she heard a snort that sounded like a horse. She looked up and felt her heart stop. A white horse was standing almost on top of her.
She got up slowly, so as not to scare the animal. Her head throbbed as she did so. When she was finally standing she looked to see if there was anyone on the horse and found that the keen gaze of a man dressed in medieval armor with a helmet with horse hair on the top was on her. If I didn't know better I would think that that guy was Eomer...
The man spoke, "Who are you, elf, and what business do you have in the Riddermark?"
"What?!" she said in shock. Was this some kind of practical joke? She looked down at herself and gave a start. She had been wearing sweat pants and a baggy t-shirt, but now she was dressed in a green tunic and tight green pants, the unmistakable clothing of an elf.
To be continued...
