~*~*~ A/N: I just got back from Boston. I've been writing this for the past few days, sometimes on the bus. lol. ^.^ Enjoy my latest. *~*~*~
Samantha Henderson, frequently called Sam, was your typical, every day, teenage girl. She had short brown hair, brown eyes, and was normal in almost every way - normal looks, normal grades, normal social status. The only truly unique thing about her was her love for Middle-Earth, the world created by J.R.R Tolkien. She read "The Hobbit' when she was a girl, and later became enthralled with "The Lord of the Rings" and "The Silmarillion", along with Tolkien's other tales.
Nothing interesting really ever happened to Sam: since she was from a small town in Vermont, she rarely did anything adventurous, like she longed to do. Until, on her 18th birthday, she made a wishe, while blowing out the candles on her birthday cake.
Here follows the tale.
~*~*~* A/N: Short, I know. It's a prologue. You've been prologued. lol. *~*~*~*~
Samantha Henderson, frequently called Sam, was your typical, every day, teenage girl. She had short brown hair, brown eyes, and was normal in almost every way - normal looks, normal grades, normal social status. The only truly unique thing about her was her love for Middle-Earth, the world created by J.R.R Tolkien. She read "The Hobbit' when she was a girl, and later became enthralled with "The Lord of the Rings" and "The Silmarillion", along with Tolkien's other tales.
Nothing interesting really ever happened to Sam: since she was from a small town in Vermont, she rarely did anything adventurous, like she longed to do. Until, on her 18th birthday, she made a wishe, while blowing out the candles on her birthday cake.
Here follows the tale.
~*~*~* A/N: Short, I know. It's a prologue. You've been prologued. lol. *~*~*~*~