(A/N): This is my first crack at a story, so pleaseeee, be gentle. Let me know if I make any inconsistencies or errors regarding Tolkien's world. It's so complicated and massive, and I'm a simple writer. I'm making it slightly canon, but not too much. Anyways, hope you enjoy!

This is based off a strange dream I had once.

It all started with the stupid compulsion I have. I'm a person who goes through phases in life. I'd get interested in one thing and then I'd get so totally obsessed with it that I couldn't do anything for a while. I'm also a person who can remember random, stupid little facts…let's just say…I can kick your ass at trivial pursuit.

There was a time when I was into musicals…so of course I go out and buy all I can get my grubby paws on.

Then there was a time I discovered Mexican food…yea…better not go there…my family almost put me away and the spiciness was murder on the digestive tract.

There was Harry Potter phase. Oh yea…That emerged when OotP was about to come out. I definitely went to the midnight party at the bookstore to get my book the SECOND it went on sale. Me, stupid-little-fact-knower, won first place at HP trivia in a landslide. One question was, "what was Ron's new wand when his old wand snapped?" Yea, I knew it. Amazing huh? (It's fourteen inches, willow, with unicorn hair btw)

Then there was the…you guessed it…Lord of the Rings phase.

My parents almost lost it then. It began when The Fellowship of the Ring came out in 2001. I was 12 years old at the time. We went on the very rare family-outing-thing to go the Sorcerer's Stone that had just been released. I had to practically beg my parents to let me go.

Our cinema was located in the mall, right smack in the middle of the food court. When we got there, stupid us, we didn't realize that the just MIGHT be a huge line at the movie desk. My parents took pity on me and let me wander the 500 feet to the Waldenbooks around the corner while they bought the tickets. Silly me, so excited at the prospect of books, I didn't think something fishy may have been going on.

I was looking at an Artemis Fowl book when my parents finally found me. Only…something dangerous was about to unfold…

They didn't get tickets to see Harry Potter…no…

They bought ticket to see Lord of the Rings.

Suffice to say, I was not happy. They explained that it was sold out and that I'd just have to deal with it. So off they took me to go see hobbits and wizards.

I enjoyed it immensely. I definitely remember bawling when Gandalf "died". After that movie, at my little age of twelve, I became obsessed with Lord of the Rings. I devoured the books. They weren't picnic to read at that age but I managed it. I went to all the movies the second they came out and have all the posters and bookmarks ever made plastered around my room. If I hadn't been so knowledgeable, I might not be in this mess.

I remember my out of world adventure began when I was with my boyfriend, Cody. We were playing "make believe." (Childish – yes, but I have no better word for it) I was sixteen at the time. We were on our own LOTR quest and the valiant lady Eowyn (me) was battling the Witch King (Cody) – with "swords". (It just screams NERDS!!! Doesn't it?)

"I am no man!!" and the lady violently stabs the black menace. He fell to the ground writhing in agony, the Shieldmaiden of Rohan TRIUMPHS!!!….

"OW!! That HURT!!" Cody looked reproachfully at me from the ground and was rubbing his stomach. "Your sword is longer than mine, I can't ever reach you!" He threw his fat, lumpy stick on the ground. It broke in half. He grimaced at it. "And why do I have to die?"

"You're evil. You're supposed to die. And I have to kill you, because no MAN can kill you, get it?" He made a face at me.

"You're such a nerd." Cody had yet to bask in the LOTR knowledge bank. He knew the main plot from watching the extended versions of the movies with me once, but didn't know more than that. He grimaced and started rubbing his "wound".

"I told you to get one that wasn't that heavy, no wonder you couldn't lift it, let alone reach me. And my sword is NOT longer, it's just thinner, so I can move it faster. I do not pity you, instrument of evil." I smirked. I had a slight pity for him, but it was so funny to see a seventeen year old on the grass rubbing his belly and grimacing like a little two year old.

"Awww, you poor baby." I helped him up. "Does the big bad Nazgul want to go inside now? Does he want a cookie?" I laughed.

Cody was about five inches taller than my five feet six inches. He had short, violently curly black hair. His eyes were always a mystery. They were bright green around the edges, with brown around the pupils. He was a little pudgy, but it was only the beginning of summer, and with soccer coming up for both of us, he'll be in shape soon. He wore a bright yellow tee shirt with "Nike" on the front and Bermudas. We were both in bare feet.

I have short brown hair that was French braided on either side in the back. I'm of moderate size, I had lots of muscles because I played soccer and danced. I was wearing a blue tank top and Bermuda khaki's.

I missed the sparkle in those strange eyes. "Sure." And before I knew it we were tumbling in the grass with him mercilessly tickling me.

I shrieked and tried to throw him off me. I got free and began running away but only made it a few feet before I tripped on a gopher hole, with his hand around my ankle and feet flat on my face.

"Damn, effing, gopher holes." He laughed and we both rose to out feet. However, out surroundings were..quite different.

The hills were alive with the sound of music…but it was unearthly beautiful music and…the hills weren't from a little town in West Virginia.

I was awestruck, and felt for Cody's hand, and to my relief, I found it and clasped it tightly. We were standing in a forest. A magnificent forest. The trees were huge and covered in a sparkly, glowing moss. There was no grass under our feet, but brilliantly green moss as well. The trees had a slight blue tinge to their bark and were covered in tiny ivy-like flowers that gave off a glow. I looked at Cody, whose mouth was open and his eyes were wandering the profoundness of this, almost enchanted forest.

The music, I deterred, was a chorus, singing acapella. It sounded so…familiar. I couldn't place it though. I began walking towards the sound, entranced. I was jerked back.

"No." Cody's eyes were wide and fearful, so unlike my current composure. His deathly grip on my hand was starting to hurt. "Where…where are we?" I gave him a blank look. He stared fearfully at me for a moment. I was always the one out of the two of us that explanation for things and that's what he wanted then. Then my brain snapped into action.

"Well, it's not home." I stated stupidly and was immediately ashamed for my bland and inadequate response. He looked, if possible, more terrified. Truth be told, I wasn't that frightened. I've dreamed realistically where I could touch things and interact and feel, but this was nothing like that. This was REAL. My heart started pumping fast. How we got here and why were questions that I didn't really care about at the moment. The question that was in my head was: "What world are we in?"