Hey, this is my first chapter of my fist fanfiction that I ever wrote and I'm sooooooo excited about it. I hope youre all gonna love it as much as I do. Or at least a little bit...;) I am not the best writer but i put a lot of soul into what i write. Plus i am also a scientist and thats what I wanted to show in this fic that is kind of meant to describe my problems a little bit.
Disclaimer: I do not own the Lord of The Ringsor any part of it, but I do own my original character Arianwen.
The nights were getting warmer but it was not the first time everything was obscured by layers of water pouring from the sky. It also wasn't the last one. Autumn in Wales could get rainy enough for most tastes. In a small house in the outskirts of Cardiff Arianwen shifted restlessly and stared blunty at the ceiling. The house was completely empty as her family left for holidays leaving her to enjoy the last summer she could spend as what they defined as a child. She turned eighteen three months ago and a month later she was accepted to study Physics at the University of Cambridge. That had been her dream since she turned ten and decided she want to spend her life working as a scientist and devoted herself completely to achieving that goal.
Her family came from rural Wales and she was raised in the traditional Welsh cultural environment but ambition always required her to do more with life. When she was twelve her parents decided to move to Cardiff to provide her with appropriate education that was so lacking in the country. Her life has been a chase towards more and more difficult goals since then and university was not the end of them.
Ari sighed deeply and sat on her bed that creaked silently under her. She has never been the fittest one but two difficult years of studying to get into university did not leave any time for physical activity. She still wasn't obese but gained significantly more weight for past months and started to feel somewhat insecure about herself.
"Please don't do this" she murmured to herself quietly, looking down at her stomach and trying to make it seem flatter than it really was "Don't go there, this is not going to fix anything". She stood up and made her way towards the stairs leading down from her room down to the living room. The dull sound of rain on the roof and lights from the lanterns shining through the curtains of water made the house look haunted with its wooden walls and floors.
Her bare feet started to get cold when she walked down the stairs in silence. She entered the kitchen and looked out the window at the abandoned world bathing in orange street lights. Ari turned on the kettle and waited for the water to boil with her hand on the table staring at the horizon thinking about how her life has turned out. In a month she's going to leave the place where she grew up and start her "new" life as an adult. But is this really where she wants to end up? The past year has been bearable but she was so tired trying to do the best in any circumstances. She has always been a loner, she did have friends even a few close ones but socialising has always been tough for her. She loved talking to people but rarely found anybody that was worth her attention or thought that she was worth his.
"You always want too much" a voice in her head sighed "Too much to be happy, just try for once and enjoy the moment".
"Its not that easy" she murmured simply but knowing the voice was right. She expected too much from herself but changing that was difficult and would require even more effort from her than just going along with the habits.
The kettle whistled quietly and Ari poured water slowly into the mug, her mind busying herself with using different formulas to calculate heat dissipated during this process. She sat on the table and holding the cup with left hand sipped a little bit of hot tea making the steam cover her thick edged glasses in white mist. She used her other hand to wipe them and run her hand through really short brown hair straightening the fringe and tugging the rest behind her ears. She was never beautiful or even pretty but she has learned to ignore that fact and tell herself that her intelligence made up for all of that. Even though she really believed it she couldn't help being self conscious about her body. Her four year old sister has already outgrown her by twenty centimeters and despite her young age she looked much older than Ari with long slim legs and pretty face surrounded by shiny blonde hair.
Her family was always supportive of her but they never understood, not completely. They tried but Ari's drive for knowledge and success was totally foreign to them. She hated all the rural tradition she grew up with and even when trying to understand and treat it with respect she never could make it truly a piece of her life.
A loud thunder pulled her out of those thoughts. She looked outside again and noticed that the sky was lighting up with white spears of light every few seconds. her mind unconsciously calculated the location of the centre of the storm.
"One kilometer, north. It's surely gonna be a peaceful night" she said smiling to herself admiring the beautiful show outside. Time passed and the storm continued to shake the ground and made the wooden walls tremble slightly, lightnings getting brighter and thunders louder. Sitting on the wooden kitchen table wasn't as comfortable as she thought so she turned around and jumped off of it making her way up holding a cup in her hand.
A meter per second, than the stairs, but she was carrying tea and the door broke yesterday. She was going to be upstairs in thirteen seconds. She entered her room and sat on the floor next to the low window trailed with drops of rain placing her mug with almost cold tea on the floor. She reached behind the curtain and drew out a book. The cover was worn out wearing traces of repeated use so that golden letters on the from were barely visible. "The Lord of The Rings" was strangely her favorite book even if it did not explain any scientific theories and contained nothing but the imagination of the author. Or did it? She always felt as if there was something real, some invisible certainty in Tolkien's writing that made her believe he was describing the real world even when it seemed scientifically impossible.
Ari opened the book somewhere in the beginning and started reading word after word, sentence after sentence forgetting about the real world that diminished to some small memory from the past replaced by another world. The storm raged outside now centrally above her house. Suddenly a lightning shot out of the shy and struck the roof with great force sending vibrations along the walls and drowning the reality in white light. Ari let out a scream and felt herself flying towards the ceiling denying gravity then everything went white.