Phey turns away from the computer screen and gives herself a wide grin. Yaoi. She loves it. And it turn out that she has just finished a particularly good fanfic involving her latest obsession, Lord Of The Rings. The phone rings and she raises it enthusiasticly to her ear.
"HEY!" Phey cries loudly.
"Hey," a more relaxed and calm voice answers.
"Don't be that way Rachel! I am wicked hyper!"
"Your always hyper... anyway Phey listen for a minute. I found something really weird yesterday in my woods... it's like... I dunno... a charm or something. Look can you spend the night tonight?"
"Sure thing!" Phey yelps into the receiver. "HEY DAD!" she calls downstairs. "Can I spend the night at Rachey's house?"
"Yep!" her dad calls back upstairs.
"Yeah, I can come... when do you want me to come over?" Phey says back into the phone.
"Uh... as soon as you can get over here I guess."
"Sure, I'll be there soon." Phey hangs up, only a little apprehensiveabout what's got her friend so spooked. She immediatly begins throwing sleepover supplies into a bag. Among which are, a sleeping bag, a jacket, a few hundred boxes of pocky, a plushie, and a bow with three arrows. Her friend and herself often enjoyed practicing with swords and bows. They had both developed a loving for Lord of the Rings and enjoyed copying moves from the movies.
"Phey, I gotta run, let me drop you off at Rachel's house on my way alright?" her dad asks.
"Sure thing dad." Rachel lives in a quiet part of town, woodsey and away from the main roads. It's a nice neighborhood with plenty of places to explore. Phey gets out of the car and is immediately sprung upon by a very nervous looking Rachel. "Hey Rachey, whats the matter?" she asks seeing her friends frightened face.
"Gotta run," Phey's dad says. "Have fun girls." He smiles at them and then drives off.
"You have to come see this." Rachel doesn't even stop to explain. She merely starts off toward the thicket that the girls had built a small sheltered lean-to under when they had been little. "I found this yesterday. It's so weird... the writing is strange and I don't know what it is!" Phey is not at all alarmed by the fright in Rachel's voice. Rachel had been known to overreact before and so it isn't until she is shown the small jewel that she is given any idea for what they might hold in their hands. Rachel holds out her palm to show Phey. It's a flat round blue colored stone. Indeed a strange flowing script sweeps across it, forming letters that Phey somehow finds she can read.
"I can read the words," she says, her eyes wide and frightened now too.
"What does it say?" Phey takes the stone from Rachel's hands.
"It says... thee who does hold the stone in his hand and turn it three times." Phey looks up, slowly she begins turning it.
"Don't!" Rachel says sharpley.
"And then," Phey continues, not bothering to acknowledge her friends warning. "And then... says the words... uh... An si...tintalle varda osso... all who are..." But Rachel never gets to find out the rest. For at that very moment a bright light begins to shine from the stone and a fierce wind is whipped up. Phey clutches the rock, unable to move. Rachel gives a shout which Phey will never hear. As the wind picks up she finds her body torn from the ground. She spins widely for a short while until at last she lands with a hard thump. She blinks and sits up, gazing around at the unfamiliar landscape. Where the hell was she? And why was there a very familiar face that she has only ever seen on TV and computer screen staring at her?
"Are you... are you who I think you are?" she gasps.
"I don't know who you think I am. My name is Aragorn, this I know." Phey takes one more shuttering breath before dropping out cold on the floor.