I'm new to writing fan fictions so have patience with me please. Creative criticism is appreciated, flames will be used to roast marshmallows. Thank you.
I do not nor have I ever owned Lord of the Rings. If I did Boromir and Haldir would not have died. All familiar content is owned by JRR Tolkien any thing else is of my own mind.
I was lying in bed wishing I could be anywhere but here, when I heard this strange voice. Now see, I may be 21 but being afraid of the dark is a reasonable fear, especially when your home alone. At first I could not tell what the voice was saying (maybe it was in my head because I know I locked all the doors) then it got louder. I could hear what the words were though I could not understand them.
"Ash nazg durbatulûk, ash nazg gimbatul,
ash nazg thrakatulûk agh burzum-ishi krimpatul."
The words seem to get louder and louder. Then I feel as if I'm falling. Somehow I had my blanket with me and was trying to unwrap myself out of it to see what was happening. The feeling of falling came to a sudden stop when I hit the ground hard.
"Oomf….. ow" I said. It took me a while but I finally got the blanket off to see a courtyard full of people. The room seemed familiar though I could not remember where from. I looked at the many men, for that's all there was in the room.
'Well, I thought to myself, best figure out where I am.'
"Hello, my name is Seraphina; can you tell me where I am?"
