A/N: This is my first fan fiction and my I'm not a native English speaker. Please feel free to warn me when I make mistakes, hope you enjoy it.

Disclaimer: I only own my own character and nothing more.

"Shit.." she whispered sharply, as she checked the time from her laptop. The room was in darkness except for the the computers cold white light, and it was 4 AM. She had been doing this for weeks now, reading fan fictions till the first lights of the day, sleeping 3 hours at most, if only she was smart enough to turn off her damn computer and force herself to sleep.

She hadn't study for the crucial midterm of hers that'll kick her ass tomorrow, and she had promised herself 6 hours ago to stop reading and start studying after finishing that story. One story led to another and hours passed by, but she remained in her bed and away from the real world. What she was doing is no ordinary reading, she was living in that stories. Taking every single word and every single time imagining herself as one of the characters. She has been to numerous adventures to this day, conquered the Middle-Earth, destroyed the ring, took back the Lonely Mountain and fought too many fights. Also, she has been romantically involved with Kili, the dwarf, which she couldn't give an exact number of the stories she had read about him.

Although she made sure that she would totally screw up in her upcoming exam, at least thought she'd be luckier if she got some sleep, even if it's for 2 to 3 hours only. Unwillingly turning off her lap top and curled under her blanket, she made a fluffy ball out of herself. No need to say that she would try to have an amazing dream involving handsome dwarves and adventures that'd take anyone's breath away.

She half-woke up to the sound of roaring wind -wait, what? It was ridiculous to open her eyes for it, for it was spring and practically impossible for a storm at that time of the year. So in an attempt of sleeping again, she reached for her blanket which must have fallen on the ground. Without opening her eyes, her hands fathomed the wet soil.

Dude, that's it, she thought, finally gathering the will power to open her eyes in anger, only to find herself lying on the cold wet ground in the middle of a forest.

"Oh my, I'm finally having a lucid dream!" she sang in utter joy. She's been trying to have one for months, but did not succeed. Apparently, to this day. So much to do, so much to do! she screamed in her head. Am I in Middle-Earth, please be it so! Where to go? To Rivendell? To Shire, or Rohan? Oh, no freaking out, and more importantly, NO WAKING UP. I can't ruin this.

She stood up and tried to figure out where exactly that place was. Having read tons about Lucid Dreaming, she figured thinking of a place to go would kind of teleport her there. In excitement, she closed her eyes and started to visualize the green fields of Shire. Images of tiny, yet lovely homes with round doors passed her head by. Little hobbits with huge wooden pitchers filled with beer in their hands, dancing, celebrating..

Opened her eyes in anticipation and saw she's still standing on the same spot without being moved an inch. It frustrated her, hadn't she imagined the place well enough? Closed her eyes and tried with a more detailed portrayal this time, yet, nothing has changed. She was shivering in her Lord of the Rings t-shirt and not so preventive of the wind leggings. The worst part was the shoes. Or, not having one. Tried to get herself an imaginary, furry and warming coat but again, it didn't work.

"What does it any good to know I'm dreaming, if I can't do anything with it?" she grouched furiously to herself, as she started walking without really knowing which direction to go. "Maybe I'm not even in Middle-Earth." she thought, "And at least I couldn't be hurt in a dream. I'll wake up if I get killed anyways." By the moment she said those words out loud, she thought that maybe it would be better to wake up.

She kept wandering absent-mindedly, until hearing the noises of a rider approaching from not so far away, and definitely not in a slow pace by the rattlings getting rapidly louder. Not knowing if she must stay still and try to talk to the rider - it's only a dream after all, she may even created that rider in her head to get some help - or climb onto the closest tree, in order to avoid another nightmare. She definitely had enough of 'em.

The fear of turning that dream into a nightmare was enough for her to run to the closest tree and pull herself up there in the fastest way possible. She was hearing the rider getting closer and closer each second. He was a few meters behind from where she nested. At the worst time anyone could pick, she put her weight into a weak branch and started floating in the air on the ground with a high pitched scream. At the same time she was feeling a little bit relieved that this stupid dream would be over in seconds. Falling is another way to end a dream, she recalled.

The rider would run her over if he hadn't yanked on his horse's mane just in time. She hit the ground hard, and saw the silhouette of the rider who was holding on to his reared up horse. Was he wearing a pointy hat or something? Then she heard the horse neighing, and nearly passed out when her eyes pierced by an intense, white light coming from the stick in riders hand. -guess I'm finally waking up, she thought

But she wasn't waking up.

He quickly got down on the ground and moved away the gleaming stick away from her face. Even though she was blinded by the bright spots floating before her eyes, she still could tell that the rider was looking ridiculously tall.

She felt a sharp pain from hitting the ground so hard.

As the rider lowered himself anxiously, her vision was coming back.

She wasn't supposed to feel any pain, and should have woken up already.

She finally could see the figure in front of her. He was definitely no ordinary rider.

He was-

Gandalf.

And she passed out.

End Note: Please review and tell me what do you think :)