Note to Self, Stop Taking Notes

Disclaimer: I do not own anything relating to LotR. Not yet that is. Bwah ha ha ha ha ha ha ha

Summary/ Author's Notes: Yes, it has been done; a girl goes to Middle Earth. It is something about the ' Stranger in the Village' stories that we just cannot tear from. Any who…in this story in our world LotR does not exist in book or movie. I am not sure what will happen in the story, that is all up to you beautiful reviewers. I have two other stories I am writing and based on reviews will determine which ones I will devote more time to. So, let the story begin…

' Note to self… stop exploring abandon Borax mines. It only leads to trouble.'

She had been walking in the pitch-dark corridor of the mine for nearly twenty minutes now. With her right hand glued to the wall, she inched along, hoping not to fall or hit her head. It had all started with a simply geology trip from her college. This semester they went to Death Valley and started with a hike in a small badland called Gower's Gulch. Along the gulch were small abandon mines but one of them she had reached first.

The opening was about six feet off the ground with a steep slop leading up to it. She climbed it and went inside. It was only 30 feet deep but as she walked back, she saw a dark corridor off to her left. She peered into the darkness and contemplated on whether she should wait for someone with a flashlight to show up; she had forgotten hers on the seat in the van. In the end, her curiosity and impatience won and she started down the way, with her right hand sliding along the wall. After a few feet, she heard her friend call out to her. She turned right and started heading back but hit a wall. Her hands searched the wall before her to the left and right; the wall had formed blocking her exit. She slammed her hands against into it calling out for her friend but there was nothing but the deafening silence and darkness. She slid down the wall shaking and after minutes or hours; she deiced to delve further into the darkness.

For twenty minutes she walked, in a straight path with no slopes until finally it seemed that the corridor began crawling upward. Her breath quicken as the path made a sharp turn left. Ahead of her, the air became lighter as a soft breeze blew in her hair. It took her entire will not to run to the light.

" It wouldn't be good to run and fall to my death yet," she spoke aloud.

The light grew brighter and lit the corridor. Since there were no great chasms or jagged overhanging rocks in her way, she sprinted to it. She looked up and saw that the light was coming from a hole a few feet above her head. She took her pack and threw it up through the hole then reached up and pulled herself out. She sat at the edge of the hole with her legs dangling in it still as she looked around. Tall lush green trees stood around the clearing she entered, a bit of mist clung to the trunks and wisped around the light breeze. The air smelt wet and green; she shook her head.

" There is no way in hell that I could've gone from the badlands to a… taiga through one mine," she muttered and sighed. She stood turning around and froze in her place. A small boy with reddish hair, sharp features, and a scarf around his neck started motionless at her. She looked at his large hairy feet and slightly pointed ears under the mop of hair. They both screamed.