Disclaimer: I do not own any of the names from Lord of The Rings, that have been imagined by the brilliant J.R.R Tolkien. Although, I do hope you all have a sublime time reading chapter one of Amelia. I should be posting regularly on Sundays from now on. :) Enjoy!

Introduction

Let me tell you a story, a wonderful story at that. It's about the girl who seemed perfectly normal. She was a simple girl who looked as though she was average, except for the fact that her grades were better than anyone else, but that's beside the point. She was a tomboy. Her hair was less than manageable and yet she didn't seem to care. You see while most girls at the school were starting to wear makeup she'd really rather spend those precious hours reading. Her teachers didn't expect much from her, besides the grades. Her parents always thought she would make a good housewife, she was responsible, relatively thin, and kept her opinions to herself. This girl's name was Amelia. Amelia loved books, her nose was always sucked in one. Her mother was proud that she was forming her own ideas, and yet in this day and age, she must keep her opinions to herself.

This girl's name was Amelia. Amelia loved books, her nose was always sucked in one. Her mother was proud that she was forming her own ideas, and yet in this day and age, she must keep her opinions to herself.

"Don't speak to loud, don't raise your hand when you know the answer, don't stand out, make sure to never want to do a dishonorable job. That includes art, writing, singing, and acting." Those were the rules, her mother encouraged them, but her father, on the other hand, enforced them. When she spoke when she wasn't spoken to, he reprimanded her. When she was out watching the clouds in the garden for too long he would drag Amelia back in the house. When she was out playing in the forest behind her house her father would worry and call out here name. Sometimes for hours at a time. But there was one place nobody could ever disturb her. That was when she was reading. It was like her surroundings started to shift, time would fly so quickly it was like she was on a rocket going to another land, a magical land. She would stay up reading until the sun was up. Reading about magical rings, boarding schools, and 19th century love stories.

After being reminded that she was nothing special over, and over, and over again she started to believe it. Amelia was in school just because she had to get a piece of paper that proved she could take orders. She had a long way to go, though. Three more years of hell, getting worse every year too. There was a little sunshine, though, even on the cloudiest of days. She worked at a little bookshop called "The Magician's Bookshop". The woman who owned the shop was named Idril; she was the one who had thought Amelia should work at the bookshop since she was so passionate about the thing the shop was centered around. It was indeed 2015, therefore, she could work a job, yes it was illegal, but every time and inspector came Idril would say that Amelia was working there for a class. Idril would talk about her homeland, and teach her the rules even though Idril never expected her to apply them. Amelia was pretty sure Idril came from Australia, but the woman was never precise about her birthplace… … "TIME FOR SCHOOL!" mom shouted.

… "TIME FOR SCHOOL!" mom shouted.

I sprung out of bed and, of course, stub my toe on the edge of my childhood bed. I grabbed my uniform out of the closet, it was a dull outfit complete with a burgundy coat dress that looked like it was from the 40s, and underneath was a white blouse with a beige natural waist skirt that is exactly 3 inches under the knee. My shoes have always been too small, but father doesn't want to spend money unnecessarily. "Amelia now!" mom called again. I grab my leather satchel run downstairs to the kitchen and chug my orange juice grab a scone and run out the door. The school is close by, I tell myself, I probably don't have to run. When I arrive at school I am late, as usual. I walk into class, no time to get to my locker. As I walk in, the teacher finishes attendance with my name. "Here I am," I say in a low voice. "As per usual Amelia, why are you late?" asked, " Because I don't care about this class" I inaudibly whispered. "Pardon me I think I misheard you Ms. Bandcroft" he replied, " I am late because I was finishing the homework you gave us." Mr. Monroe raised both his eyebrows in surprise "Well ms. Bandcroft we're feeling a little bit bold today aren't we? Since you're late why don't you tell us about the French Revolution" he added, "The French revolution is the revolt of the poorest French citizen, called the third estate, against the Monarchy in 1789." I said looking directly at him, "come see me after class" Monroe decided. I sat down opened my notebook at started to draw. "Look, brace face decided to grace us with her presence," Jacob said. I just continued looking at my paper and doodling. "Good she's respecting her male counterpart, just like daddy asked," he said laughing and give a high five to his friends. "How can your dad even afford this school, aren't you like poor?" He said it loud enough so that the whole class could hear. "Well, at least, my dad won't have to pay twice so that you can redo your school year; and aren't you like 20 or something?" I said with a fake smile. "I'm only 19 ok?" he blushed and then left me alone. What seemed like forever ended, "class dismissed" called . "Ms. Bandcroft, I called on you not because you didn't know the answer but because I know that you are bored in this class, am I right?" he sat on the corner of his desk and looked at me "there must be something you really like to do, you don't have to tell me but, once you find that thing you must do it-

...you are dismissed," He said and wavered at the door. - By the time school ended I was incredibly tired, I had been wearing my coat the whole day, therefore, making excuses as to why my classmates could make fun of me. I have to hold myself back from running out of school, I was so excited to see

By the time school ended I was incredibly tired, I had been wearing my coat the whole day, therefore, making excuses as to why my classmates could make fun of me. I have to hold myself back from running out of school, I was so excited to see Idril because she is the only person I can relate to. There it was the beautiful book shop, it's sign was big a bit old but still as majestic. The letters on it were written in script and painted gold with a reddish background with other gold decals. Idril Gold is seen thru the little window that sat harmoniously on the door. She was a tall mixed raced woman, she looked like a mix of

There it was. The beautiful book shop, its' sign was big a bit old but still as majestic. The letters on it were written in script and painted gold with a reddish background with other gold decals. Idril Gold is seen thru the little window that sat harmoniously on the door. She was a tall mixed raced woman, she looked like a mix of Chanele Iman and Halle Berry. I walked into the bookstore and Idril greeted me with a hug "Well hello Lia!" she said, "how was school?" she continued. "It's crazy how those idiots drain your energy so fast," I replied less than enthusiastically. Then I grabbed a pile of books and started organizing them, "Lia what I told about where I'm from...?" the woman asked her, " Yes, terrifying creatures at every corner, people trying to fight them ...and dying: heroes, etc. It's a land that needed no technology -for some reason, and where people are happy living in trees on the ground and under the sea. why?" I wondered, " Would you like to visit it? The place of my kinsmen, would you like to visit it." She asked impatiently. "Yes, but my parents would never let-" she didn't let me finish "What if they didn't know, I know this probably sounds super shady, but I have reason to believe you are needed in my homeland," Idris said as she continued rearranging the books, "I'll go. there is nothing for me here" I replied unsurely.I recognized the fact that my life had been miserable since my birth made me want to leave even more.

" I'll send a letter to your parents", she logged on her computer and typed incredibly quickly, she logged off and then walked over to the backroom. "Come here Lia, we're going," she said as she open the door and I followed her into the room. She opened the locked vintage closet and got out a paintbrush and some white paint. I stayed quiet and watched as she traced a circle and wrote Imladris. My eyes opened wider as the circle started to glow brighter and brighter almost blinding me, then it stopped and there was a dirt trail surrounded by a very green forest where she had just drawn the circle. "I probably should have drawn this on the wall…" she said, I didn't have the time to respond because she pushed me in...