Hello! I know this isn't very original, but I hope you give it a chance! It is still in its infancy and I'm hoping it will grow into something halfway decent!

General Disclaimer: I own nothing you recognize :)

1)

Charlotte woke up slowly, like one would after a full nights rest in a familiar place. Stretching without opening her eyes, she went to pull the covers over herself when her hand was met with grass. Wait grass? She shot up opening her eyes just to quickly close them again. It was bright, so very bright. Charlotte slowly opened her eyes again. The sun was glaring right in her face and she brought her hand up to block the sun. Looking around, Charlotte noticed she was in a meadow. The meadow seemed to be in the middle of a forest whose leaves were just starting to turn. Straining her ears, Charlotte listened for the tell tale signs of civilization. Cars. Normally, you could be in the middle of a forest, and still hear cars zipping around somewhere nearby. She sat and listened for a long time and not once did she hear a car. Perhaps this situation wasn't so normal.

The panic was starting to creep in. Charlotte seemed to be well and truly lost. She could always hear cars at some point whenever she was hiking or camping. How could she not? And how did she get out here? And where even was here. She could feel her heart rate spiking and breathing quicken. Oh no, not good. She could not go into a panic attack now. She needed her wits about her and Charlotte knew the number one rule for survival was to not panic. So she started taking deep even breaths. Charlotte focused on the sounds around her; the birds singing merrily in the background, the buzzing of insects as the flitted around, the light crisp wind blowing through her loose hair, and the feel of the soft, slightly damp grass under her hands. Centering herself, she was able to shove emotion away and think logically. Charlotte thought back to the last thing she had been doing. She had been running, that's right. It was had been a Saturday morning and she was going on her daily run. Her memory stopped abruptly right after she had turned the corner for her street. Thinking hard, Charlotte tried to place what had happened. One moment she was dreaming about starting over, the next was nothing. The young woman could remember the comforting blackness that had covered her mind, but not where it came from or what it had meant. Perhaps this was her "new" start? Charlotte did not mean it so literal! Somewhere in the back of her mind, she could hear her Gran telling her "Be careful what you wish for, pumpkin. It might just come true and not in the way you thought."

Huffing and rolling her eyes at her eyes fondly at the memory, Charlotte crossed her arms over chest and blew her light brown hair out of her face. Only to pause, something was off. She couldn't quite place what, but something was definitely different than what she had been subconsciously expecting. Looking down at her arms, she blanched. What in the world was she wearing!? Quickly standing up to get a better look at herself, Charlotte took note of her clothes. She was no longer wearing her running shorts and tank top. Instead it was as if she had stepped into the past. She was wearing a drab grey wool skirt with large black buttons that ran along the outside of each leg. Presumably to open or close the slit of the skirt depending on her needs. Her shirt was dark green with long sleeves that had silver embroidery along her collarbone and wrist. Holding the shirt down was a dark grey belt that was tied tightly around her waist. The shirt was loose and seemed rather thin. Peering under the shirt, Charlotte noticed two things. One, she seemed to be wearing a thin under armor base layer, and two, that it certainly contradicted with her current style of dress. Under her base layer, Charlotte noted a normal black sports bar with a sigh of relief. Pulling her skirt up from her ankles to her knees, she found she was wearing pair of black leggings with a pair of seemingly well-worn black leather boots that almost reached her knees.

Charlotte supposed that her current state of dress should had given her some sort of hint as to where or when she was. But her mind was a jumble of thoughts and she couldn't straighten them out. She was still trying to figure out why she would be dumped in the middle the forest for her "fresh start".

Sighing, Charlotte looked around the meadow again this time noticing a dark cloak and a leather bag sitting on the ground not too far from her. Taking a deep breath, and bracing herself, the woman made her way over and kneeled down next to the bag. It was about the size of an average backpack and it was filled to brim. Slowly opening the large flap Charlotte started to pull everything out. Eventually she had everything sitting in neat little piles around her. The woman was no stranger to survival and it seemed those skills her dad taught her long ago were about to come in handy.

Taking inventory, Charlotte found that she had one other outfit, similar to the one she had on, a thicker base layer set for when it got cold, three pairs of underwear, one sports bra, and two extra pairs of wool socks. She found a small bag that contained some medical supplies, linens to wrap wounds, a small stitching kit, several large tubes of Neosporin, a tub of Vaseline, a bottle of pain reliever, and one small bottle of amoxicillin. There was another small bag that was filled with fire starting material; dryer lint, cotton balls cover in Vaseline, one small lighter, a small box of matches, and a piece of flint. Charlotte found one other small bag with personal hygiene items, such a deodorant, shampoo, soap, and even a small hairbrush that folded in half and had a small mirror on the handle. There was an empty journal with several pens. One water sack, one small light weight pot for cooking, and about two weeks worth of food, maybe three if she rationed well. She also found her iPhone with her earbuds and her solar charger! She was so thankful that she would have her music with her. At the bottom of her pack, she had a sleeping pallet and a think wool blanket rolled up and strapped on. Overall, it was strange mix of modern and historic things, much like the clothes she was wearing.

Repacking it all back into the leather backpack, the young lady slung it onto her back. Reaching for the cloak, Charlotte was about the sling it onto her shoulders when she heard metal clinking together and the thud of something hitting the ground. Looking down she found, two long knives and two small daggers. They were beautifully crafted and the sight of them took Charlotte's breath away. Crouching down to examine them more closely, she found that the twin long knives had inscription engraved on them, but it wasn't in a language she could make out. With a wistful smile, the brunette thought back to the days when her father taught her how to handle knives. Being ex-military, her father knew how cruel the world could be and wanted to make sure his only daughter was able to defend herself. She wasn't by any means good at using knives, but she could hold her own in an emergency.

Charlotte slid the long knives into the sheathes that were already on her belt and a dagger into each boot. Taking a deep breath and rolling her shoulders, Charlotte set off from the meadow. She was determined to survive, and damn it survive she would!

Tossing his blanket off, Faramir sat up with a yawn. Again he had another dream that seemed almost too real. Rubbing his eyes Faramir compared his most recent dream with the dream he had a few nights ago. He was sure it was the same woman as the last dream, but she seemed different. For one her style of dress seemed much more appropriate. The green shirt did a wonderful job at bringing out her green eyes. Not that he was paying much attention to her looks, or so he told himself. She seemed lost and confused, instead of happy and wistful. In his most recent dream, she was trekking through the woods while following a creek. She looked tired, as though she had been walking for days and finding little sleep at night. He watched as she scouted out an area to sleep for the night. How she went about collecting firewood and used a small yellow device to start the fire. After assuring herself the fire would stay lit, he watched as she made her way back the creek to fill up her water sack and a small cooking pot. He noticed that she seem scared and unsure, but not unpracticed with surviving in the wilds. She moved with ease around the camp she had made for herself, cooking her meager meal with a practiced hand. It felt strange watching this woman set up camp and prepare herself for bed, almost as if he was trespassing but he was unable to look away.

Pacing around his small camp, Faramir decided that this woman had to be real and had to be important. Why else would she star in his dreams, not once but twice? Pondering once again this mysterious girl, Faramir started packing up camp. He had many more days out patrolling and wanted to get an early start. In the last few months, there had been an increase number of orcs roaming the area. Making the level of stress as Captain all the higher. Sending a small prayer that the girl make it safety, Faramir set off for another day protecting the forest of Ithilien.

AN: I know it isn't the best, but constructive criticism is always welcome! Hopefully I'll have another chapter out shortly, I am after all on spring break with nothing better to do