So I hope everyone enjoys this story, seeing as it's going to be the few 'girl-finds-herself-in-middle-earth' stories that actually make sense and don't scare you away with bad spelling or horrible OOCness.
How great.
I probably spent a few hours today looking for a good lord of the rings fiction that went by these guidelines that I haven't already read aaaaaand surprise surprise I couldn't find any
"So did you want to do anything today?"
"Hang on…. (A whining voice is heard in the background.) That's a no. My parents are being stubborn."
"Awww. Ok, well I hope you feel better."
"I'll try. Thanks so much for being my social interaction for the day."
"Haha. Anytime lovely."
"Byeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee."
"Don't diiiiiiiiiiiiiiiie."
"VERY fu- ah, jerk! She hung up already."
Lindsay let out a deep cough as she hung up the phone and began to slowly make her way back up the stairs to her nice warm, and probably ridden with the plague, bed. Finding out the week before that Ford Modeling of New York, NY had finally decided to consider your 5'11'' 147lb body is most definitely a godsend, but it sadly can't make being sick any more exciting of an experience. Her mom had taken her to the doctors earlier in the day in hopes of getting some antibiotics that would do the job of recovery better than dozens of Ibuprofens. Instead she received the wonderful news of actually having bronchitis of all things.
So much for the common cold.
Realizing that your entire thanksgiving vacation would be wasted in bed playing PS2 and listening to itunes can be a heart breaker to say in the least, but Lindsay was determined to make it something she wasn't going to cry over later and then blame her parents a million times over for.
"Ok. Let's try aim."
Her computer booted. Something fizzed… and died quite blatantly.
"Piece of crap! Fine, let's see what's on TV."
'Do you feel yourself lacking in your performance come bedtime?'
"GAH."
CLICK
'… Does the thought of your wife leaving you for a 'well endowed' man scare you?'
"What the hell. Way to be a failure in life Mr. Remote."
Lugging herself out of bed, the blonde grudgingly made her way over to the TV that was successfully beginning to melt her brain with promises of 'happy sex'. Since she was sick, dazed, and had a pounding headache, Lindsay failed to notice the lone sneaker in the middle of her floor.
"Oh. So that's where my other running shoe went."
… or she did?
'Has your little buddy lately been looking less like a banana and more like a squash?'
"BAD IMAGES! Stupid- GAH my head. Oh crap, those black dots are back. Mom did tell me not too exert myself too mu-"
CRASH
And that works just as well. As she laid on her carpeted floor, unconsciously mind you, her mind began to slowly bend and break from the terrible pain, somehow causing her entire body to slowly…
Disappear.
Where she was headed was definitely unknown, however at least one thing was certain. That was-
'In just THREE DAYS you'll have that special 'spring' back in your step if you know what we mean!'
-Wherever it was it would be a MUCH better place.
Once awake, Lindsay started to feel that horrible pressure you get inside your ears whenever you take off in a plane, have a cold, and no gum or Mentos nearby.
BUMMER.
She needed to assess where on her floor she was actually laying so the 'getting cozy in bed' part could come a little bit faster. However, when her senses finally decided to kick in she began to realize that instead of the mixture of warmth and softness she expected to feel from her carpet, she was experiencing the wonderful sensation of cold dirt between her nails and fingers.
"No way is my room that mess- WOAH that's bright." She exclaimed cringing.
Upon looking up and opening her already lazy and irritated eyes, she was blasted with an extremely bright sunshine dissolved only a fraction by the surrounding tree branches. There were few clouds in the sky and the temperature felt like a comfortable 75 degrees. Lindsay wasn't even going to begin questioning how it could be such a wonderful day in the middle of December. Finding her bed came first and foremost and then maybe some aspirin after that. Ideas whirled in her head of what she'd be able to accomplish by just lying there. Well, shockingly nothing came to mind except a nice long nap in a strange place, so her next vote was to get up.
"Ok. I'm definitely in a forest. I still don't know why it feels like summer in god damn December, and why do I suddenly have a strong urge to grow prance with some deer? This place… is kind of scaring me… and I'm TALKING TO MYSELF. I really need to get out of here."
Nature had never before given her such an unease to be in her own skin before. That feeling was usually reserved for scary movies and creepy pervs, so how could lush and beautiful landscape be doing this to her? Before she could ponder the mysteries of life any further, a very short and gruff clearing of the throat was heard from behind her. Lindsay turned, saw four very tall men (even for her standards) staring straight at her.
They didn't look too happy.
WELL! I know that this is a VERY short chapter, but hey, I'm sick, and need some sleep. I mean jeeze. What is it? 2:30am?
Thanks for reading, please R&R and goodnight!