AN: If you think this is another girl gets dropped in middle earth fic, then you think absolutely write. If you think it is a Legomance, then you are once again right. They are just so much fun to write.

However in this story, there is no such thing as Lord of the rings books or movies exist in the real world. Rest of things will be explained throughout the story. I don't know if anyone will read it but if you do and if you like it, then please let me know. It's always nice to have feedback.

Chapter 1: A Kind Gesture

In a small cafe on a busy street of New York, a woman in her early thirties was making a cup of cappuccino for a customer. Her name was Stacey. She was actually the wife of the owner of the cafe. After Stacey served the customer, she looked towards the table in the furthest corner of the cafe. The table wasn't vacant but occupied by a young girl. She didn't look older than eighteen. The girl was a frequent visitor of that cafe. However that's not why the girl gained Stacey's attention.

"Why is she smiling?" The customer Stacey just served cappuccino asked her. He had glanced at the girl when he looked Stacey staring at her. The girl was sitting all alone and smiling to herself for no reason at all. Stacey sighed out loudly before speaking up again.

"I had asked her once, why she's always smiling. She told me, it's because she's always happy."

"That's, I guess a good thing" said the customer hesitatingly because, seriously how come a person is happy all the time.

"She really must have a good life then." The customer assumed. However Stacey disagreed.

"I don't think so. I don't know much about her but her behavior seems odd to me." The customer glanced at the girl once again and couldn't help but agree with Stacey.

"What's her name, do you know?" The unnamed customer asked casually.

"Yeah, her name's Quinn."

Quinn on the other hand was completely unaware of the conversation happening between Stacey and the customer regarding her. Her mind wasn't even present in the cafe that moment. It was having a really great time in Hogwarts. Quinn was thinking of being in the Harry Potter world, where she's quite a powerful witch. Not to mention she was close friends with Harry, Hermione and Ron. It was a Christmas morning and they were all opening up their presents. Quinn couldn't help but laugh quietly as Ron looked thoroughly embarrassed when he opened his mom's gift.

Quinn snapped out of her imaginary world to check whether someone noticed her laughing to herself. It would look absolutely weird to them because obviously no one else would know what was actually happening in her mind. After Quinn looked around and assured herself that no one noticed, she slipped into her fantasy world once again. This time she decided to spend sometime with Sam and Dean Winchester. She started imagining going on a hunting trip with them. She doesn't like spending too much time in one universe and crossovers are her favorites. Quinn hardly spends any time acknowledging the reality. Or the real events happening in her life for that matter. A psychologist would think that she's slowly developing schizophrenia and soon she would forget the differences between her fantasy world and the real world. Not to mention, she could talk to herself for hours. Which is considered the first sign of insanity.

Yes, Quinn may appear mental to other people but she really wasn't. They were just her surviving tactics. Methods to keep herself happy and moderately sane. But why does Quinn need to go to a fantasy world in order to find happiness? Because in real world no one really gives a damn about her. There isn't one person out there who cares about her existence. Not that Quinn doesn't have anyone. Even though her mother is no more but she has her father, her step mother, step brother, plenty of uncles and aunts, cousins, hell even her grandparents are still alive. Still unfortunately she was of no importance to anyone. No one was her source of love and affection or even attention. Given that no one was ever cruel to her or mean to her, except for maybe two of her aunts, who think that Quinn wasn't quite blessed with looks and reminds her of that time to time but other than that, it wouldn't make a difference to anyone if she suddenly disappears one day. Quinn was in all honesty truly alone.

So who else would she talk to if not herself? Friends? Unlike many girls Quinn, didn't have any best friend or even a real friend who she could share her feelings with. She does have quite a few formal friends though. Because despite being a loner and a bit crazy, she wasn't socially awkward. She could converse with people just fine. It's just that they don't mean anything to her. Ever since Quinn has accepted the fact that she'll never have any importance in anyone's life, she has stopped giving importance to people as well.

That's why her fantasy world is so much better. Because there, despite the universe, may it be a Harry Potter world, or the vampire diaries, or Twilight, everyone loves her, cares for her. She is adored by everyone and of course the center of everyone's attention. That world only revolves around her. Which is kind of obvious because that world exists only in her mind after all. In her fantasy world, everyone is her friend, some even try to pursue her for romantic interest. Because obviously she's a very beautiful girl when she's living in her imaginary life. Everything is just perfect over there. That's why Quinn is always happy, that's why the lack of love and affection in her life doesn't get to her. She is never depressed over the thought that no one really cares about her. She doesn't feel sad that the boys don't notice her because she wasn't beautiful enough. Thanks to her over active imagination, Quinn is never lonely. Only if Quinn could really get lost in her fantasy world. She wishes for it a lot even though knowing nothing like that is ever going to happen.

The girl also owned an open mind. If someone comes to Quinn and tells her that he or she is a vampire or a werewolf or something supernatural, she would most likely believe the person if he or she looked convincing enough. Not that Quinn really believed that they exist or anything but as said before, she has an open mind.

"Quinn, honey?" Quinn snapped out of her fantasy world as Stacey spoke to her. She looked up at her with wonderment.

"Sorry Stacey, I was just thinking of something, What were you saying?" Quinn asked politely. Stacey smiled at her and said-

"I was just saying that it's kind of dead here, so I'm gonna close in now."

"Oh, okay, sure... I-" Quinn looked down and realized that her sandwich was only half eaten. Apparently Stacey noticed that too.

"Do you want me to pack that for you?" Quinn nodded as Stacey asked that. Once Stacey handed her the sandwich, Quinn paid for it and the coffee she had ordered.

"Thank you Stacey, enjoy the rest of the evening" said Quinn with a sweet smile. Stacey smiled back at her because it was simply contagious.

"You too. See you tomorrow."

Quinn walked out of the cafe and started going towards home where no one would ask her how was her school? What happened at her work? Or the fact that tomorrow is her birthday and she'll finally be eighteen. Quinn's mother used to celebrate her birthdays but within three years after her death, people didn't even bother to wish her anymore, not even her own father. Sometimes Quinn couldn't help but think that perhaps it is her fault that people don't care about her. Perhaps if she was different then the people around her would've behaved differently with her. Usually teenagers become rebellious when they seek attention from friends or family, but Quinn instead of doing reckless things, pulled herself away from everyone. When she started noticing that people don't want to bother with her, instead of reaching out to them herself, she closed the doors and locked it as well.

Not to mention Quinn always fears opening up to someone. Specially when it concerns her feelings. What if that person uses her weaknesses against her? Or worse, what if she begins trusting someone and he decides to abandon her like the rest of her family and relatives? It would literary break her and who in their right mind wants to be broken. In reality Quinn is an introvert person by nature however she's quite the opposite in her imaginary life. There she's very extrovert. Because she's very sure that no one in her fantasy world would ever abandon her. Or break her heart for that matter. Actually they are even willing to die for her. Very dramatic yes, but that's Quinn's world.

Even while walking Quinn was lost in her own thoughts. Whenever she isn't? However something caught her eyes that made her stop walking. A little boy, no more than seven years old was looking for something in a dumpster. He wore old, dirty clothes, with holes here and there. The boy appeared to be homeless. And he was actually looking for food in the dumpster. Quinn sighed out heavily to herself. Also she thanked god that her life was much better than the boy's. So what she doesn't have any love in her life, or there is a huge possibility that she'll never be loved for the rest of her life, but at least she never starved. Quinn looked sorrowfully at the little boy. She walked up to him. Carefully not to scare him off.

"Hey there-" The boy immediately looked at her. "Are you hungry?" He didn't nod or say anything. But Quinn could tell he was starving. She handed him her sandwich.

"It's not much but-" The boy hesitantly took the sandwich from her. She gave him a smile and started walking away. Feeling a little better that the boy wouldn't be starving the entire night. However Quinn didn't get to go too far because the little boy came running to her. She frowned in confusion but before she could ask anything, the little boy shoved something in her hand and then ran away again.

"Hey-!" Before Quinn could chase the boy, he was gone. She looked down and found a necklace in her hand. And surprisingly the necklace was beautiful, not to mention looked very expensive. How come that boy had a necklace like that? A teardrop shaped sapphire stone pendant was hanging from a silver chain. Quinn felt very confused. For a moment, she felt like she shouldn't keep it. But she couldn't just throw it away. With intention of finding that little boy the following day and returning him the necklace, Quinn put it on around her neck.

"What an unexpected incident! I gotta write it in my diary." Quinn said to herself. After observing the necklace one more time, she started walking again.

When Quinn reached home, she rang the door bell. A moment later, her fourteen year old step brother opened the door. Seeing it was her, he simply walked away to mind his own business. Quinn let herself in and closed the door behind her. As she walked inside, she glanced at her father in the living room. He was watching the news while reading the newspaper. He glanced at Quinn once then without saying anything, went back to his newspaper. Nothing surprising there. A stranger would think that everyone was mad at Quinn and giving her a silent treatment but it really was how things were in that household for Quinn. She started walking towards the basement which is her bedroom. On her way she stopped again. This time she looked inside the kitchen where her step mother was cooking. Like her father, her step mother glanced at her too. But unlike her father, her step mother didn't simply looked away from her.

"What?" She snapped at Quinn with stern tone of voice.

"Nothing" said Quinn quickly and started walking hurriedly this time. But still she didn't miss to hear her step mother calling her-

"Freak!" Quinn shrugged her shoulders nonchalantly to herself, not letting that hurt her.

Whereas no one cares about Quinn's existence, her step mother would've been more than happy if she didn't exist at all. Not that she ever says that out loud. And unlike Cinderella's step mother, who wanted Cinderella to work all the time, Quinn's step mother doesn't want Quinn to get involved in the house at all. She's happy if Quinn stays in her room all the time, which Quinn does anyway whenever she's in the house. Not to mention, Quinn spends most of her time outside. Therefore coexisting with her step mother wasn't a big issue for Quinn. It was a strange relation between them because Quinn was never able to accept her as her mother and her step mother never even tried to accept her as a daughter. However they maintain a cold yet, a very formal relation with each other.

Quinn closed the door behind her once she entered the basement. It was kind of her sanctuary. She could freely talk to herself, laugh, sing and dance without worrying about anyone noticing her craziness. Quinn walked over to her bed and dropped herself on it. Then she laid back so half of her body was on the bed and her legs were hanging off the edge. Quinn held up the necklace and gazed at it carefully this time. Why did the boy give it to her? Only because she gave him her half eaten sandwich? He could've just said thank you.

Quinn was determined to find the boy. And it was no bother to her at all. If anything it was exciting because Quinn felt like she would be solving a mystery. But Quinn also worried that she won't find him again. After all she didn't even know his name. While thinking of all the possible ways, Quinn could find the boy, she got ready for bed. She was lost deeply in her thoughts but a beeping sound pulled her out to the reality. Quinn glanced at the table clock and saw that it was already twelve in the morning, which meant-

"Happy Birthday Quinn Turner."