Chapter one-The beginning to everything
Laura was only seventeen. She had dark blonde hair and dull green eyes, yet was quite tall for her age. Her last year in school and a friend to all. She was a kind soul, but deep down she was alone. She tried her best in everything, even with her relationship with the boy who loved her, Richard. Yet it was true…she did not love him. For she was once in love but it ended quite unexpected for her. Richard was a safety blanket to Laura, and it seemed to be only that to her. Laura did feel selfish at times, only praying that she would find love again.
Putting her book down, Laura turned her lamp off and laid her head on the soft pillow. Sleep soon took her…
"Gwen! Get up you lazy girl! If the master finds out, he'll let the dogs on you!" Laura heard someone shout, dogs? That was not her mothers' voice. She slowly opened her eyes. Her pillow was suddenly uncomfortable and hard, odd, she thought. Getting up, she froze…she was not in her bedroom. Fear coursed through her body as her eyes frantically searched the room; it was small and all made from wood. A candle, dying from wax lay on a table. She slowly stood up, was she kidnapped? Then why was she not tied up? The door opened and Laura froze again, thinking it was the kidnappers. Instead an old, tired looking woman wearing a dirty apron stood there. She angrily spoke to Laura,
"You're not even dressed child! Hurry, we've got customers already". Very confused, and still frightened, Laura dared ask where she was. The woman gave a weary laugh, "The Prancing Pony o course. Stop playing games like when you were a young lass and come downstairs!" she replied and left the room. Laura's heart started to race…the Prancing Pony was in Bree…Middle Earth in a book! She was in fiction, or a film. "The Lord of the Rings" was all fiction, how could she wake up in a book? Laura almost stopped breathing, this was impossible. Daring to believe it, she slowly walked over to a grubby-looking mirror and gasped. She looked around twenty, long golden blonde hair, much curlier than her own. Yet her eyes did not possess their ordinary dullness. She had a better posture and seemed to move with some…grace. Laura focused on her thoughts…the woman had called her Gwen. She was someone else to boot. Flashes came to her, like on a screen. A galloping horse, a baby on a doorstep, a woman feeding a young child. It was her, this Gwen. She was abandoned, but why? And who were her parents? Still frightened that she was even thinking about a fictional character unknown to her, she got dressed into a simple blue woollen dress and headed for the door. Perhaps the woman could tell her why. Before she left the room, she took one last look at her. She then noticed something, walking closer to the mirror, frowning slightly, she pushed her hair back. She almost fainted at the sight, she had pointed ears. She was too tall to be a hobbit…she was an Elf!