A/N: Kinda stupid. I know it lacks a story line
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I pushed my hat higher off my head, so as to improve my vision. Twenty acres of green green grass spread out before me. Mom has always had feeling for this place. It reminded her of Scotland, she said. Hmph! Mom came to Greenwood when she was five. How was she to remember Scotland?
My brother Eric was behind me. He was on his thoroughbred Dappledots. I was on my horse Betty, Dappledot's sister. "C'mon, Carrie," Eric said. "Let's race."
I pretended to think about it.
Although Eric and I had a two year difference between us, I always won. Eric said it was something about being fourteen.
"Okay," I said suddenly and kicked Betty into a fast run. My hat whipped off my head and made a stray wisp of brown hair sting my eyes.
"No fair!" Eric was screaming. I laughed, my laughter lost in the wild wind. Dottie-dapples ran faster and faster until it seemed like she wasn't running at all. I couldn't feel the jolts and jerks as her hooves kissed the ground. I felt like we were running on water, smooth and flawless.
I slowed my horse and looked around me. I turned to look for Eric. That's funny. He had disappeared. Maybe he was chickening out. "Eeeerrriiiiiiiiiiccccc-ka!" I called, putting an emphasis on the 'c'. "Eeeerrrrriiiiiccccc-ka!" I called again. No one answered me. Oh well, no problem. Might as well keep riding. I wanted to explore the land.
When I turned back, I gasped. I was definetly not in Greenwood anymore. Why? Because the ground was orange dust and the trees were little skeletons sticking out of the ground. Why did this place look so familiar?
And then something hit me. It grabbed the reins, knocked me off the saddle, and pow! Some guy with auburn hair had a sword at my throat. He had a huge nose and a goatee. "What business do you have in here?" he demanded.
Wow. Ha ha. This was nuts.
"I was riding, you goofball," I snapped. I brushed the sword away and sliced my hand on the blade. "Ow!" I cried and inspected my hand. Blood ran in a thin trickle.
"Bind her and take her to the cave," said the man. Several other guys yanked me up and tied my hands behind my back. Okay. This was weird. Had I just stumbled upon a cult who make guys grow their hair to their shoulders? That's like, the 70s. They bound a cloth around my eyes. Gee, where have I seen this scene before? Someone picked me up and carried me over his shoulder. I tried to struggle. The man grunted and tightened his grip. Oh well, if I was to escape, I had best save my energy.
After about, fifteen minutes, the man set me down and ripped by blindfold off. His finger got caught in my pony-tail. "Hey!" I protested and brushed his hand away. My hand stung. The man whothreatened and interrogated me(I decided to call him Thoreau) came up to me.
"What business do you have in Ithilien? Are you an orcish spy?" Thoreau demanded.
"Orcish spy!" I said. Something began to form in my mind. Oh no... oh no... it can't be. "Heck no!"
"What is your name?"
"Carrie Mendenberg," I replied. I felt sick. I can't be here. I mean, this is a make-believe world. And besides, someone is going to pinch me soon. I'm going to wake up and have breakfast.
"I'm Boromir, captain-general of Gondor," he said, almost looking amused. Was this some kind of extremist fan club? It wasn't funny anyway.
I pretended to glance at my watch. "Look. It's gettin' late. Could I have my horse back and could I go home? Dad goes bonkers if I'm not home in time for dinner."
"Where do you hail from?"
"Koopman Farm, Greenwood," I said, puzzled by his choice of words.
"Greenwood?" Boromir said. He looked confused.
"Yeah," I said. I was beginning to get frightened.
"There is no Greenwood in Ithilien. Nor in Gondor or the Black Land or anywhere I know," Boromir said softly. I stood up and toppled over because of my bound legs.
"This can't be happening!" I screamed, causing everyone--every Ranger in the cave to turn and look at me. "You wanna know why? Because I read the book and it's my favorite of all time. And guess what? I've seen you all in a freakin' movie!"