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Cara sat in the cinema, in her usual seat near the side. As always, she had arrived early for the film. She settled herself down, legs stretching out as she made herself comfortable. She knew from experience that after the first couple of hours she would start to ache from sitting still for to long. She shrugged her coat off her shoulders and wiggled deeper into her seat. Settled now properly, she tilted her head back and looked at the screen. Her mind wandered. She had seen this film two times already and she was still anticipating the moment when the lights would dim and the characters would appear on the screen.
Her housemates thought that she was crazy to see a film more than once, but Cara didn't really care what they thought. She enjoyed herself, nothing else mattered. She took a brief glance around at the rest of the cinema. It was empty apart from her. Well, it was a Sunday, and this was the earliest showing of the film.
She wiggled in her seat again, as the lights began to dim and the tinny music that was meant to keep people amused faded away as the screen flickered into life. Cara settled back as "The Fellowship of the Ring." started.
She was swept up on the wings of her imagination as the film started, carried along by the story. As she watched, the story of the Ring was told, from its forging, to the great battle where Isildur took up the ring and claimed it for his own. She watched as Frodo was introduced, humming along with the music (sad thing that she was, she had bought the CD of the soundtrack.) She was mesmerised by the film as it unfolded before her.
As Strider led them to Weathertop, or Amon Sul as it was called in the film, Cara fidgeted in her seat. She felt warm, and for some reason, prickly. Her attention was diverted from the film, and she looked downwards, shuffling around. She hoped that she wasn't coming down with the flu bug that many of her fellow trainee teachers had come down with. She raised her eyes to the screen and tried to immerse herself in the plot to forget her physical feeling. But she couldn't. She felt her mind wandering off track, and a headache starting behind her temples. Lights danced before her eyes, and nausea swelled in her. The screen seemed to expand and shrink before her eyes as she looked and the voices of the characters rose and well. She swallowed hard, before darkness overcame her.
She stirred slowly. She heard voices above her, but couldn't make out the words, just the burbling of sound in a rhythmical pattern. Her whole body ached like it was one large bruise, but something felt different about her. She took a deep breath, and air rushed into her lungs. Air that was rich with the scent of night. She was no longer in the cinema. She wiggled gently on the surface that she lay on. Rock. Where was she? But before she opened her eyes, she tried to discover what felt different about her. Then she realised. She had written about this sensation often enough to recognise it when it had happened to her. In her writing, every human had a space inside him or her, where magic would normally be. But since time immemorial, the vital spark had been missing, except for a few cases where people had developed it. Cautiously, she tried something that she could only have dreamed about before. She kept her eyes closed, but opened her mind to the world outside.
Above her were standing two figures. One was tall, clad in green and black, with shoulder length black hair and rugged features. She recognised him instantly. How could she not, after just watching him on the screen? Beside him was standing a smaller figure, with black hair waving back form his forehead, and blue eyes. His face had a haunted look about it. Cara recognised him as well.
The sounds that could have been words slowly formed into recognisable shapes.
"You stay here and watch over our mystery woman. I'm going to have a look around."
As Cara watched through the closed skin of her eyelids, she saw the taller figure leave, and the smaller figure move away from above her.
Once she was satisfied that they couldn't se her, she cracked one eye open slightly. It was dark, and slightly cold. She shivered. Everything was strange. Nothing seemed to be right with the world. Somehow, she had been carried here, into the film by the looks of things. How would she manage?
Then an idea slowly dawned on her. Here, they didn't know anything about her, they didn't know who she was, where she came from, what she could do. She could be anyone she wanted to be. And out of the myriad denizens of her mind, one surfaced who would be ale to cope. The one that was based on herself, but was everything that Cara was not. Outgoing, highly intelligent, and powerful. Cariana. She concentrated on her character, and felt the warmth of her new magic spread through her body, altering things so that she resembled her character more. Nothing that anyone would immediately notice though.
She opened her eyes fully now, unafraid of being discovered. No one seemed to take any notice of her, so she sat up. Immediately, four sets of eyes turned to look at her.
"So, our mystery woman is awake now?" one of those around the fire asked. Cariana watched, and identified those before her. There was Meriadoc, Perigrin, Frodo and Samwise, also known as Merry, Pippin, Frodo and Sam. She /was/ in the film.
"Yes, I'm awake now. What happened to me?" she didn't think they'd know, but it was worth asking.
"We just found you here, unconscious." Frodo told her. "Don't you remember what happened?"
"Not really." She replied. They wouldn't believe the truth anyway.
The hobbits then left her alone, and she lay back down to doze slightly. She was remembering the plot of the film as to what was going to happen next. She inched one eye open again. Frodo was lying down, sleeping, and the other three were starting a fire. She shuddered in realisation. Nazgul! A swift thought, and a sword materialised beside her, and the hilt in her hand gave her some comfort. She hadn't a clue whether she could use it or not, but… Then she realised. She carefully cast her mind out to Aragorns, and gently lifted a copy of all his sword fighting knowledge out of his mind and deposited it in hers. Now she had more chance of defending herself.
Cara sat in the cinema, in her usual seat near the side. As always, she had arrived early for the film. She settled herself down, legs stretching out as she made herself comfortable. She knew from experience that after the first couple of hours she would start to ache from sitting still for to long. She shrugged her coat off her shoulders and wiggled deeper into her seat. Settled now properly, she tilted her head back and looked at the screen. Her mind wandered. She had seen this film two times already and she was still anticipating the moment when the lights would dim and the characters would appear on the screen.
Her housemates thought that she was crazy to see a film more than once, but Cara didn't really care what they thought. She enjoyed herself, nothing else mattered. She took a brief glance around at the rest of the cinema. It was empty apart from her. Well, it was a Sunday, and this was the earliest showing of the film.
She wiggled in her seat again, as the lights began to dim and the tinny music that was meant to keep people amused faded away as the screen flickered into life. Cara settled back as "The Fellowship of the Ring." started.
She was swept up on the wings of her imagination as the film started, carried along by the story. As she watched, the story of the Ring was told, from its forging, to the great battle where Isildur took up the ring and claimed it for his own. She watched as Frodo was introduced, humming along with the music (sad thing that she was, she had bought the CD of the soundtrack.) She was mesmerised by the film as it unfolded before her.
As Strider led them to Weathertop, or Amon Sul as it was called in the film, Cara fidgeted in her seat. She felt warm, and for some reason, prickly. Her attention was diverted from the film, and she looked downwards, shuffling around. She hoped that she wasn't coming down with the flu bug that many of her fellow trainee teachers had come down with. She raised her eyes to the screen and tried to immerse herself in the plot to forget her physical feeling. But she couldn't. She felt her mind wandering off track, and a headache starting behind her temples. Lights danced before her eyes, and nausea swelled in her. The screen seemed to expand and shrink before her eyes as she looked and the voices of the characters rose and well. She swallowed hard, before darkness overcame her.
She stirred slowly. She heard voices above her, but couldn't make out the words, just the burbling of sound in a rhythmical pattern. Her whole body ached like it was one large bruise, but something felt different about her. She took a deep breath, and air rushed into her lungs. Air that was rich with the scent of night. She was no longer in the cinema. She wiggled gently on the surface that she lay on. Rock. Where was she? But before she opened her eyes, she tried to discover what felt different about her. Then she realised. She had written about this sensation often enough to recognise it when it had happened to her. In her writing, every human had a space inside him or her, where magic would normally be. But since time immemorial, the vital spark had been missing, except for a few cases where people had developed it. Cautiously, she tried something that she could only have dreamed about before. She kept her eyes closed, but opened her mind to the world outside.
Above her were standing two figures. One was tall, clad in green and black, with shoulder length black hair and rugged features. She recognised him instantly. How could she not, after just watching him on the screen? Beside him was standing a smaller figure, with black hair waving back form his forehead, and blue eyes. His face had a haunted look about it. Cara recognised him as well.
The sounds that could have been words slowly formed into recognisable shapes.
"You stay here and watch over our mystery woman. I'm going to have a look around."
As Cara watched through the closed skin of her eyelids, she saw the taller figure leave, and the smaller figure move away from above her.
Once she was satisfied that they couldn't se her, she cracked one eye open slightly. It was dark, and slightly cold. She shivered. Everything was strange. Nothing seemed to be right with the world. Somehow, she had been carried here, into the film by the looks of things. How would she manage?
Then an idea slowly dawned on her. Here, they didn't know anything about her, they didn't know who she was, where she came from, what she could do. She could be anyone she wanted to be. And out of the myriad denizens of her mind, one surfaced who would be ale to cope. The one that was based on herself, but was everything that Cara was not. Outgoing, highly intelligent, and powerful. Cariana. She concentrated on her character, and felt the warmth of her new magic spread through her body, altering things so that she resembled her character more. Nothing that anyone would immediately notice though.
She opened her eyes fully now, unafraid of being discovered. No one seemed to take any notice of her, so she sat up. Immediately, four sets of eyes turned to look at her.
"So, our mystery woman is awake now?" one of those around the fire asked. Cariana watched, and identified those before her. There was Meriadoc, Perigrin, Frodo and Samwise, also known as Merry, Pippin, Frodo and Sam. She /was/ in the film.
"Yes, I'm awake now. What happened to me?" she didn't think they'd know, but it was worth asking.
"We just found you here, unconscious." Frodo told her. "Don't you remember what happened?"
"Not really." She replied. They wouldn't believe the truth anyway.
The hobbits then left her alone, and she lay back down to doze slightly. She was remembering the plot of the film as to what was going to happen next. She inched one eye open again. Frodo was lying down, sleeping, and the other three were starting a fire. She shuddered in realisation. Nazgul! A swift thought, and a sword materialised beside her, and the hilt in her hand gave her some comfort. She hadn't a clue whether she could use it or not, but… Then she realised. She carefully cast her mind out to Aragorns, and gently lifted a copy of all his sword fighting knowledge out of his mind and deposited it in hers. Now she had more chance of defending herself.