###Disclaimer: I don't own any of Tolkiens characters or ideas or places. So don't sue I is a poor college student.
Life was perfect
Chapter 1:
So okay I'll admit it I hate flying but I do it all the time and like usual I had taken a Xanic on the way to the airport so that I would be okay after all it was only a five hour flight from San Francisco to Detroit. I changed on the plane I had come late from work so I grabbed my favorite pink juicy sweat suit and my good ol' reliable vans so I could change on the plane. I got through all the lovely security checks quickly for once, and actually got an entire first class seat to myself. I settled back into my comfortable seat and pulled out the book I had brought to read on the plane, I opened the "Divine Secrets of the Yo-Yo Sisterhood to read it for like the hundredth time.
I was giggling to myself and think about how excited I was to see my mom, nana and sister again. When the plane hit some turbulence, I grabbed on to the arms of the chair in a white knuckle grip. The fasten your seat belt sign came on and I managed to prier my hands off the arm rests long enough to fasten my seatbelt and to grab my small carryon bag from the empty seat next to, me. I was contemplating popping another pill if the turbulence didn't start. Then the oxygen masks came out and I freaked out. I fainted and the next thing I knew I felt myself slam into the ground. Which in my semi-conscience state I was able to think that if I still had my seatbelt on I shouldn't be slamming into the ground. I laid there for awhile contemplating what to do I felt the grass beneath me and I didn't feel any pain so hopefully I wasn't hurt, but I figured the plane had crashed.
I sat up slowly and felt my limbs for any broken bones, nothing felt broken but I couldn't be sure. I had read articles in the doctor's waiting room about people that were really hurt and didn't know it. I stood up and realized that my book and my carryon bag were laying a few feet from me. I walked over and picked them up. I felt wetness on my face and put my fingers to my forehead and looked at my fingers there was blood on them. I sighed and reached into my bag and pulled out some Kleenex and dabbed at my forehead. I looked around at my surrounding, I was in a forest of some kind but the plane hadn't been flying long enough to be in a forest, we should have been somewhere in Nevada or Utah, and last time I checked there weren't any forests like this one. The trees were huge and green. There was a large canopy of trees that blocked most of the sunlight out of the forest. I glanced around and realized that the forest was actually kind of creepy.
Deciding that I couldn't just sit there and wait for someone to come and find me, so being the modern proactive woman that I am I grabbed my bag and started walking. I had been walking for about an hour and when I realized that its was quickly becoming night. I stopped to pull out, my water bottle. I always carried a huge bottle of water with me when I flew, I had read in some fashion magazine that you should drink sixteen ounces of water for every four hours you fly. My fingers brushed my cell phone. "I'm such a blond," I muttered pulling it out and flipping it open. I looked up and right into the point of a sword.
"What the hell?" I said trying not to drop my cell phone.
"Do not move," the voice behind the sword said to me.
"I wasn't planning and if someone could point me in the direction of the nearest cell phone reception area or the highway, you guys can go back to whatever it is that a group of guys with swords does in the woods," I said lowering my cell phone, because the no service beep was getting a little annoying.
" I why are you following us," the voice demanded.
"I was so not following you, I was in a plane crash I think, and I was trying to find my way back to civilization," I said more then a little annoyed.
"I assure you milady I do not know of this plane thing that you speak of, but I can see by the dried blood on your forehead that you have been injured, if you follow me I will take you back to our camp," he said lowering his sword, "I am Strider,"
Life was perfect
Chapter 1:
So okay I'll admit it I hate flying but I do it all the time and like usual I had taken a Xanic on the way to the airport so that I would be okay after all it was only a five hour flight from San Francisco to Detroit. I changed on the plane I had come late from work so I grabbed my favorite pink juicy sweat suit and my good ol' reliable vans so I could change on the plane. I got through all the lovely security checks quickly for once, and actually got an entire first class seat to myself. I settled back into my comfortable seat and pulled out the book I had brought to read on the plane, I opened the "Divine Secrets of the Yo-Yo Sisterhood to read it for like the hundredth time.
I was giggling to myself and think about how excited I was to see my mom, nana and sister again. When the plane hit some turbulence, I grabbed on to the arms of the chair in a white knuckle grip. The fasten your seat belt sign came on and I managed to prier my hands off the arm rests long enough to fasten my seatbelt and to grab my small carryon bag from the empty seat next to, me. I was contemplating popping another pill if the turbulence didn't start. Then the oxygen masks came out and I freaked out. I fainted and the next thing I knew I felt myself slam into the ground. Which in my semi-conscience state I was able to think that if I still had my seatbelt on I shouldn't be slamming into the ground. I laid there for awhile contemplating what to do I felt the grass beneath me and I didn't feel any pain so hopefully I wasn't hurt, but I figured the plane had crashed.
I sat up slowly and felt my limbs for any broken bones, nothing felt broken but I couldn't be sure. I had read articles in the doctor's waiting room about people that were really hurt and didn't know it. I stood up and realized that my book and my carryon bag were laying a few feet from me. I walked over and picked them up. I felt wetness on my face and put my fingers to my forehead and looked at my fingers there was blood on them. I sighed and reached into my bag and pulled out some Kleenex and dabbed at my forehead. I looked around at my surrounding, I was in a forest of some kind but the plane hadn't been flying long enough to be in a forest, we should have been somewhere in Nevada or Utah, and last time I checked there weren't any forests like this one. The trees were huge and green. There was a large canopy of trees that blocked most of the sunlight out of the forest. I glanced around and realized that the forest was actually kind of creepy.
Deciding that I couldn't just sit there and wait for someone to come and find me, so being the modern proactive woman that I am I grabbed my bag and started walking. I had been walking for about an hour and when I realized that its was quickly becoming night. I stopped to pull out, my water bottle. I always carried a huge bottle of water with me when I flew, I had read in some fashion magazine that you should drink sixteen ounces of water for every four hours you fly. My fingers brushed my cell phone. "I'm such a blond," I muttered pulling it out and flipping it open. I looked up and right into the point of a sword.
"What the hell?" I said trying not to drop my cell phone.
"Do not move," the voice behind the sword said to me.
"I wasn't planning and if someone could point me in the direction of the nearest cell phone reception area or the highway, you guys can go back to whatever it is that a group of guys with swords does in the woods," I said lowering my cell phone, because the no service beep was getting a little annoying.
" I why are you following us," the voice demanded.
"I was so not following you, I was in a plane crash I think, and I was trying to find my way back to civilization," I said more then a little annoyed.
"I assure you milady I do not know of this plane thing that you speak of, but I can see by the dried blood on your forehead that you have been injured, if you follow me I will take you back to our camp," he said lowering his sword, "I am Strider,"