Author's note: Wilwarin and Gwilwileth are my characters, although their names are apart of Tolkien's language. Italics are Wilwarin's thoughts. This is my first story so please R&R.
I was always a huge Lord of the Rings fan. I had probably read all three books about a million times. It was a big part of my life, Tolkien's world, I was always dreaming about waking up in Middle-Earth. Well, one of those nights when I woke up in Middle-Earth, it wasn't a dream.
I awoke under a tree, an oak tree. It was beside a beautiful, clear, river. The air was strange; it was perfect, as if pollution had never affected it. I was scared. I didn't know why, or how, I was in a place other then my blue walled bedroom. Had I slept waked here? Was I kidnapped? The sleep walk idea didn't make sense since my house was no where to be seen. I must have been kidnapped.
I walked over to the river. It was very deep, yet I could see the bottom perfectly. I looked at my reflection, and then jumped back in surprise. I hadn't seen me, with my complicated hair cut and brown hair. It was blonde now and reached half way down my back. How could hair grow three inches in one night?
I looked at my reflection again, my entire face was different. Instead of looking sixteen, I looked like I was in my early twenties. My eyes had gone from dark green to a beautiful light grey and my features were much fairer and more elegant then they had been.
I looked at the rest of my body. I was wearing a long, forest green dress, with long sleeves and I also had light green slip-ons. I also seemed skinnier, and I had a nicer form, I even felt stronger.
My eyesight; I could see perfectly and I didn't even have my glasses. How could all of this be possible? Was I actually dreaming all this? I pinched myself hard on the arm, I wasn't dreaming. It was all real. But how?