Disclaimer: I wish I owned Lord of the Rings, but sadly I don't. I own only a couple of minor characters (Thalion, Carrie, Melda, etc.). Maya Welsh, Aphrodite, Ellie, and the Creators are my OCs so no stealing ^.^ Everything else you should recognize as Tolkien's work or Peter Jackson's add-ons…thus they are not mine. This will be my one and only disclaimer.

Prologue

When I was a little girl one of my favorite things to do was read fairytales. I'm talking about the real fairytales, the ones that didn't always have the typical 'happy ever after', but when they did, oh when they did they were a beautiful thing. No matter the tale, no matter who the characters were, and no matter the creature I would read them for hours.

Each story had me thirsting for more and I found I needed to read—experience these tales—as much as I needed to eat or breathe or drink.

It had my mother worried of course, I would cry if she even mentioned taking away one of my books. She thought it was unhealthy, my fascination with fairytales, but I loved it.

` How could I not?

In a book of fairytales, magic is real; magic was normal.

I was normal.