Disclaimer- as we all know I own nothing, zero, nada, zilch,. Everything except my character was created by Tolkein. And is owned by someone who is not me. Much to my dismay.
Summery- A book, a simple mistake, a girl, and Middle earth. Not everyone is perfect people make mistakes, and so do wizards a great lord and elves. Follow me on a journey to find myself, help Middle Earth, of love, and tears, and a few stumbles on the way as I fall in love with an elf that's far beyond my league. And proves to be so.
Ok my great readers this is my first fanfic. So it is Probably a Mary-Sue as much as I tried not to make it one it came out like one. A girl-falls-to-middle earth seems to be the easiest stories to write and considering this is my first and I am not a great writer I will work my way up the ladder of writing success, but until then I am stuck in Mary-Sueville. would you guide me on the way by reviewing Please. I really need to know what other people think of it so I can improve it. The story will be in my characters point of view. I think it gives it some reality not knowing what the other person is thinking also some mysteries and a few puzzles to solve along the way. This takes place about 700 years before the ring.
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CH. 1 Do Not Judge A Book By Its Cover
Books. They were my life. They were my safe haven when things went wrong, which seems to be a normal occurrence in my life. In my life most everything went wrong therefor I was always reading books. My favorites seemed to be fantasy novels. Every chance I had I was in the library searching through rows upon rows of old dusted books long since forgotten and thrown aside. Which is where our story begins.
It was a normal day and as usual I was in my town library searching through miles of books. The books seemed to take the appearance of an endless sea. Calling out to you to explore its infinite vastness, discover the untimely secrets bound in its immortal words forever to be but a letter on a page. The product of a dedicated author who saw past reality and into their dreams where anything is possible. Where dragons live, where knights in shining armor ride their strong steads, where hobbits, wizards, and elves live. Where the sky is forever blue, and evil is always defeated. Where there's always a happy ending. Oh how I wish I had a happy ending like that. How I wished I was in Middle Earth, where there is so much beauty and good. Where an adventure is never far behind. I didn't know then I would regret those words.
As I was searching through the bounded leather sea I caught sight of a book. A very old book. A book that seemed to be as old as the world. A book that seemed to have so much history within its pages and within its existence. To me it looked other worldly. Almost.... elegant..yes it was elegant and it seemed to glow and murmur things so low that it was barely audible to the human ear. Almost like it was in your mind telling you all of its secrets, calling you to come hold it in your hand and read it. So I obliged. As I picked up the old book a small breeze swept through the room, and as I held it in my hand it seemed to shine all the more within my firm grip. The cover was filled with intricate designs that looked like it took years to make. As I opened the book all the dust of its cover fell to the floor. It seemed to be hand written and there had to be at least one thousand pages.
I looked at the first few pages but I couldn't read it. The page was set up like the way you set up a diary and the odd thing was that it looked like my pathetic attempts at penmanship. But before I could flip to the next page a strong wind blew out of nowhere seeing as there weren't any windows around, and flipped the leafs of the ancient book until it stopped on a certain page and the wind slowly died down. On the page were characters like on all the other pages that I have never seen before. They flowed so beautifully together and seemed to be the work of a very accomplished artist. I must be a poem or song because of the way the sentences were put together. But on the next page someone seemed to have translated this poem into our modern alphabet. So I did what came natural I read it, no harm can come out of reading a book.
My mistake was not in reading it, but reading it out loud as I soon found out.(A/N sorry but my Quenya is horrible and my computer wouldn't let me put the correct accents on so bear with me)
"Auta I lome."
Utulie'n aure."
"Uye sere indo-ninya simen."
"Endor nai elye hiruva."
"Endor maruvan."
"Tenn' Ambar-metta."
"Endorenna Utulien."
With no further warning the room began the spin and everything became a blur of books and light. I held on to the book like my life depended on it then everything went black and I was falling. I was so scared I couldn't even scream. But I felt the hot tears streaming down my face. And still the book I held. Slowly but surly color began to spring up out of the darkness beautiful color, such as greens, browns, and other neutral colors and I was falling straight towards it. Now was when I finally let out an ear splitting scream that cut through the air. And still the book I held. Then came the ground hard yet soft at the same time.
I lay there not daring to look up, but as I did I caught sight of the most enchanting forest I have ever seen so I got up and dusted my self of and just stared and my surroundings. Everything looked so luminous. And beautiful in the evening sun.
"What just happened?" I questioned to no one In particular. "Where am I?". Now I was panicking. But I managed to clam myself down, but it took the better part of an hour. That's when I remember the book that was lying next to me. I picked up the book and flipped through the pages. Thats when I notice they were blank.
"How can they be blank there was stuff written in it. Its impossible. How in the world?". I quickly went to the page I saw last, the page I read from. Everything else was blank except that. Then it dawned on me.
"How could I have been so stupid so blind? I should have recognized it when I first read it. It's Quenya. But who would write a book in a fictional language?" There were so many questions and answers to none.
"Now I know what is says" so I translated it as best I could seeing as I hardly knew the language.
It read:
"Night is passing."
"Day has come."
"My heart resteth not here."
"Maybe in Middle Earth I shall find it."
"In Middle Earth I will abide."
"Until the end of the world."
"To Middle Earth I am come."
"It's a spell. In Quenya. It's a spell. OMG. But if this thing really worked then I should be in middle earth. No, no, no, no, NO, this is impossible. Middle Earth does not exist. No it doesn't. This is just some sick joke someone is playing."
I guess I was screaming all of this.
Because behind me I heard a strong male voice yelling to me in some language I could not understand. I was frozen in place not daring to turn around and face him. My heart was pounding so fast that I could be heard a mile away. I have never been so scared in my life. But he yelled at me again in the unknown tongue. I turned around slowly. What I saw I would never forget.
The damn bastard wouldn't let me forget!
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ok my little grasshoppers that was my attempt at a first chapter. I started writing this late last night but I thought I should give it a chance. So please review. I'll take even flamers if they tell me how to improve the story. So please, please review. For my sake. And I'm sorry about my Quenya, I'm not good with computers at all and I can't seem to figure out how to put the accent marks where they belong, I know there's a lot of mistakes. And I don't have a lord of the rings copy with me so the dates are pretty screw up, just like me. Lol. See you next chapter.
Until then, keep you head in the clouds and your feet on the ground. Ciao ;)