A/N: OK, so...uhh...this story came out of nowhere. I just started typing. It wasn't actually going to end up being connected with Lord of the Rings, I was just randomly typing to pass time, and this is what came out. So...read it!

Disclaimer: Here we go again...Tolkien is the King of Fiction and the Official Author of the Lord of the Rings. And the Hobbit too. And since he has, unfortunately for us but fortunately for him, died and gone to heaven(literally!) I somehow don't think that I'm him. Which means that I do NOT own LOTR.

Chapter 1

My name is Anna Bates. This is my story.

I'm a pretty unimportant person. I have never done anything of consequence, nor am I likely to do so in the future. At school I'm known as a bookworm and nerd. That's fine with me. I fit the description anyway. Short, chubby, big glasses, nondescript features, thin brown hair, and unremarkable eyes. Not exactly your 'Prom Queen' candidate. So, other than being teased by the popular people, I'm pretty low-key and mainly just blend in with my surroundings. I have the great talent of practically disappearing.

My mother wanted me to be in the band, but apparently they had enough pianists. I am not even very good at playing the piano, so I wasn't exactly crushed. I don't even like playing an instrument. That would have been my only school involvement other than the normal classes. The main thing to know about me is that I'm a big reader, my favorite books being The Lord of the Rings, by J.R.R. Tolkien. And believe me, there have been many days that I have wanted to go to Middle-earth.

Monday was one of those days. Now, it's not as if Mondays aren't bad enough as it is, coming back to school after a weekend of peace and relaxation, but that particular Monday, the popular girls seemed to want to tease me more than normal. Now, I don't hate anyone. But if I had ever come close to hating anyone, I was closest to hating the popular girls. The main group of them consisted of five blond, tall, thin, and pretty girls. Two of them were fake blonds, and no matter how badly they knew their dark roots were showing, they insisted it was natural. Carrie, Lauren, Elizabeth, Nicole and Kathryn. The banes of my existence.

At that moment they were mimicking the way that I walk. Now, it's not as if I walk strangely or in any particularly weird way, they only wanted to tease me. Obviously they had no idea how stupid they looked, waddling along in the hallways and and giggling in that really fake, ditzy way as if they were actually witty, or something.

I had my nose stuck in my dogeared copy of The Return of the King, and really wasn't paying attention to them as I was completely lost in the book. But all of a sudden, they stopped, which was very unusual. Suspecting that a teacher or the principal had come into the hallway, I tore myself away from the story and looked up, then gasped.

I was not in my school hallway one the way to Biology. I was not even in Kansas anymore. Not that I ever was in the first place, but...anyway.

I was in a field. Well, it was the Pelennor, to be specific, but in reality, the Pelennor is just a field. And the only reason I knew it to be the Pelennor was because I could see the White City in the distance. And believe me, I was pinching myself, big time, looking down at my copy of The Return of the King and wondering what had happened. Most likely, I had tripped on the stairs at school and fallen, giving myself a concussion. But the last thing I remembered was being in the middle of the hallway, about to turn into the science room, so that was impossible.

Alright, so I was in Middle-earth. In Gondor. Near the King's residence. So what do I do?

Well, like any true Tolkien fanatic who just found out Middle-earth was a real place, I dropped my book and backpack, fell to my knees and kissed the ground. And I'm not being dramatic, I literally kissed the ground. And maybe it was a little crazy of me, but for anyone who knows me well(which really is only my friend Emily who moved to another state and was just as much of a Lord of the Rings freak as me) that's not the weirdest thing I've done. And besides, there was no one there to see me.

I rose, stuffed my book in my backpack, and looked at the White City. So. This is what it was like. Of course, I was far away from it, so it was more of a big white blob in the distance. I started walking toward it, but after about ten minutes, I was on the ground, breathing heavily. Being overweight and never exercising did not make it easy to walk across a huge field.

The sun was almost completely gone so the light was fading and fading fast. I realized with horror that I would have to sleep in a field. Since I'm not a camper, I was less than excited about the prospect, but instead of sitting and weeping, I pulled a spiral out of my backpack, dug around for a pen, and started scribbling furiously, writing as much as I could with what little light there was.

Middle-earth, Day 1

Well, I am stuck in the Pelennor for the night. My first camping experience. Not even a tent, and it looks like rain. OK, maybe it doesn't really look like rain, but in reality, it could rain. I just knew I should've started going to the gym when Mom started. Maybe then I would be thin and in shape and it would be easy to trek across the field to get to Minas Tirith. Unfortunately, it will probably take a long time tomorrow to get there, and other than those Starbursts in my backpack, I have no food. We'll just have to see how tomorrow goes...

A/N: Like I said, this story basically came out of thin air, so tell me what you think! Flames will be ignored, by the way.