DISCLAIMER: I do not own 'The Hobbit' 'The Lord of the Rings' or any of Tolkiens characters…..I just love to play in his world.
No money was made off of this fic.
Also, for my readers; I HAVE HAD NO INTERNET FOR MONTHS:…I am posting this at my Mums house.
PROLOGUE:
Lost
Wet.
Cold.
Hungry.
She was wet and cold and hungry, not to mention lost. Her Transformers baseball cap did little to keep the rain off of her face, what with the way the wind was blowing and, as such, her glasses were so wet she could barely see!
`I should have come across SOME kind of road or house by now!` The twenty-year old thought to herself, both in surprise and a very large dose of panic. `I've ALWAYS hit a road by now. How on EARTH did I get this lost!`
The day had started out wonderfully enough. It was one of her days off, after all, so she had packed up her books and journals and pens (as well as a first-aide kit, emergency snacks, and her camel water-pouch) and headed to her sanctuary; the woods.
It was just a little patch of forest surrounded by civilization that had yet to be built on and, in it, she found a measure of peace. There were no loud noises to hurt her ears and startle her and no people to stare at her strangely and make her wonder just what social rule she had managed to break; just bird-song, and wind-in-the-leaves, and rest.
As always, she had kept a list of the animals she found (one buck, four does, three chipmunks, one woodpecker and a very disgruntled looking raccoon) as well as the flowers she found (Oxe-Eye Daisy, Smooth Solomons Seal, Queen Annes Lace, red and white clover) and had settled down under one of her favorite trees to read some of her beloved books. Then it had started to rain.
At first, she hadn't panicked; she'd simply gathered her things and headed for home; the problem was she STILL wasn't home and that just wasn't RIGHT!
When she had reached the clearing that was when she had REALLY panicked. That clearing was NOT supposed to BE THERE.
She had considered turning around and attempting to backtrack, but decided against it, pushing on.
And now she, Cassie Marie Andrews, was wet and cold and hungry…..and lost.