Of annoying friends, and shattered lights

by LoneErebor

Savarra, an Elf brought into reality by an unknown force at the age of six, has to use her Lord Of The Rings books to check on the Fellowship, since she likes to keep contact with her kind, even though they do not know of her existence. She knows they are real, as she is real, since she came from Middle Earth herself. But she's in for a big surprise. I don't own LOTR!

1. Shattered Lights

The world around me was moving in a blur from the horse my father and I were riding on. We were in the midst of a ferocious battle. I could see Orcs, Elves, and many others alike fighting in a battle rage. I was only six then, but I knew what they were fighting for. They were fighting for The Ring. All too suddenly, however, The horse my father and I was riding on reared up on it's hind legs. I let out a scream, "Adda!", but too late, for I was falling before my father could catch me. Just as I was about to hit the bloody ground beneath me, I woke up.

I awoke with sweat on my brow. I took a peek outside my window to see what time it was. I had risen at dawn."It was just a dream." I told myself, as the sun rose over the quiet suburbs of Chicago. I had been having nightmares since I fell off that dreaded horse. Because when I fell off, I had been transported out of Middle-Earth, and into reality. A tear slipped down my cheek. I missed my father terribly. I, an Elf, brought down to such low standards, as if crying was unnatural. I longed for my kind again. I hadn't seen them in 11 years. Way too long, if you ask me. Just then, my phone rang. "I'm a monsta, I'm a m-monsta! I'm a monsta, I'm a m-" I picked up my cell, and heard the way-too-energized voice of my BFF, Emily.

"Hey, girl! Are you up yet?!" Came her voice loudly through the phone. I was sure glad I didn't put it on Speaker Phone.

"Now I am." I tiredly replied.

"Don't be! It's time to get up and moving!" Said her too-cheery voice.

"Dude, it's like, 4:00 in the morning." I said back.

"Oops! my alarm clock's wrong again! Here, I'll just hang up, and let you get a few hours more rest, before I call you again! Nite, Girl!" The phone finally clicked off.

This is the type of friend I get. Me, an Elf, stuck with some annoying human... how have I survived these last 11 years?! Gosh.

It was time to see how my friends were doing. So I turned on an overhead light, pulled out my copies of The Lord Of The Rings books, and sat down on the couch. I had developed a method over time to figure out where my friends were, and how they were doing. Even though I had not met any of The Fellowship, I had been keeping close eyes on the books, so I basically knew them already. They were doing fine on their quest to destroy The Ring. They had just entered the dark mines of Moria, and Pippin was sitting at the edge of the well-thingy. I never found out what to call it. Pippin knocked over the body and chains, and they clattered down into the pits of Moria. But, instead of Gandalf yelling at him, though, Merry and Frodo rushed over. All of the sudden, the 3 Hobbits were pulled over the side. I gasped out loud.

"Wait a second! That never happens!" I said to myself. There was a sudden boom, and my lights shattered. I picked up my bow, and saw a shape moving in the darkness.