...Yeah I'm going to continue with this for a while at least. Thanks for the encouragement, Delgodess. Unfortunately though, it looks like I'm going to be updating spontaneously, because I'm lacking motivation this summer. I think that any motivation I have to type my stories comes from Audiomachine. I also named this chapter after a song that was oddly fitting for the occasion. I don't own it, but it sounds really cool.

Chapter 2: Reaching

What is the first thing you do when you see eight neither living nor dead servants of the Enemy of the free peoples of a world that shouldn't -doesn't- exist flying towards you on giant, ferocious, ugly, feral, scary, dragonlike things? I don't know about you, but I run and hide in the basement.

Our basement was unfinished; the floor was bare, cold, concrete and the walls were little more than insulated. That didn't matter to me. I was trying to answer the questions running through my head. How can this be real? Why are they looking for me? Since when did Sauron have internet access? What's with these visions that seem to appear only to me? What does Sauron have against potential fangirls? Am I crazy?

It can't be real... Maybe Sauron doesn't like fans hugging him... -I left the next one unanswered- It's like I'm drifting over the line... Maybe they ruin his pride... But how am I supposed to know if I'm crazy? I counted to ten in English, Spanish, and Sindarin. That didn't help. I considered it for a minute, then decided that only someone else could tell me if I was crazy. I'll ask Mom later.

If I live that long. I squeezed my eyes shut.

The coldness under me faded into the prickle of grass. The light was warm, and came from only one source, instead of the scattered light bulbs that lit the basement. Oh dangit, it's happening again...! Make it stop! They'll find me! I concentrated on where I had been in the corner of the basement. Come on, now, cross back over. I'm not on Middle-Earth, I'm cowering in the basement. On the cold, hard, concrete. Safe. Uncomfortable, but safe. The grass under me solidified back into the basement floor and sent chills up my feet. I dared to open my eyes. I was back in my house.

Shaking, I climbed back into the living room and flopped onto the recliner. I had left the Pandora on. It was playing another song I hated. Dislike. Then another. Dislike. I mulled over my predicament. So I'm probably crossing the border between worlds, and if I tried I could probably do it at will. (A peppy song with lots of energy. Skip.) The Nazgûl are probably after me. I'm probably crazy. Hmm. There seem to be a lot of 'probably's' in my story. (A song I enjoy. Like.)

I looked out the window again. The view flickered and I caught a glimpse of some extra trees in the backyard.

Light-

bulb.

I stood and pulled open the sliding door. It was chilly out there. I went out anyways. If I can pull myself back to Earth by focusing on what I knew was there, then maybe I could pull myself to Middle-Earth via the same concept.

Would that prove my sanity?

One way to find out. I stretched out my hand and envisioned one of the trees that I had glimpsed before. Deep breath. The tree trunk solidified under my hand. I blinked, then looked around without moving my hand. Some part of me thought that if I moved my hand all of this would vanish.

I was in a forest. Sunlight filtered between the trees. I stared in awe at the spot where my house used to be. It was all real. I stepped back from the tree.

I was being watched. I couldn't shake the prickle on the back of my neck that told me without a doubt someone was watching me presently. I searched for them, but I appeared to be alone.

Then a noise echoed in my mind. The rough sound captured my attention. It was the garage door opening. Mom and May were home.

Home.

Another sound rang through my mind, a song this time. Oh, that was right, I had left the Pandora on, and now it was playing one of my favorite songs. I the trees around me wavered for a moment.

I blinked, and then announced to whoever was watching me, "I will come back." And I crossed back to my home and went back inside to resume doing my homework.

Spoiler: Mira is not crazy. And she will go back to ME and the story will continue to continue continuing continuously. Tongue tied yet? ;P

Mmph. This chapter was short. Hopefully there will be longer chapters in the future.

Anyways, review please.