Not a Girl's Dream.

Disclaimer: I am not making any profit from this story and do not own tolkien's creations.

Chapter 1

She awoke with the morning's air upon her face. Thinking it was but a simple day back at school she arose and wiped her eyes waiting for the chill of London air to hit her. It did not. The feeling was warm and soft, the smell of leaves and trees filled her nostrils and calmed her.
Around her was a different setting, not the one she had know before. This place was grand, it was filled with candles and flowers, the open windows let the light shine through. Outside she could see a forest and many men riding towards her in strange dress. She thought she was dreaming, It had been common to her to flutter off into a different world when asleep.

"My Lady, you are awake, finally"

Gemma turned around and saw many women standing at her door carrying many items that she did not recognise. People usually did not talk to her in her dreams. This was starting to scare her, She looked around and bit her lip hard so that it was close to bleeding.

'Yes, I am awake. Were you waiting for me?" Gemma Looked at them "If you were I am sorry"
The ladies did not stand around listening to her but started complaining about the sunrise. They were pushing her around for many hours, cleaning her and washing her hair, they talked of something special but did not care to talk to her directly. Gemma was starting to realise that this wasn't a dream and it scared her.

The women were lead by one, She looked young but had an air of wisdom about her, She could tell that she disliked her, they way that she roughly treated her and abused her. Gemma thought suddenly that she had been kidnapped.

"Who are you, Please tell me, I am quite scared" She asked looking deep into their eyes trying to find some kind of answer.

The women tutted and carried on with what they were doing. THey treat her like she wasn't there, like and ornament that they were required to clean. Gemma disliked this and tried to stop it.

"Im serious, tell me who you are, tell me where I, I want to go home" Gemma began to cry but they ignored her still. One of the women slapped her.

"Just be quiet, all because you were chosen does not mean that we have to do what you say. we have orders from the king, we will not start taking them from you aswell" The Woman carried on and started trying to undress her. Gemma Tried to push against it but they were being brutal with her. Gemma began to cry and wail. They were abusing her and to her knowledge she had done nothing wrong. They stripped her naked and flung a dress at her.

"Get dressed quickly, you are needed downstairs soon, do not delay for nobody will come and help you". With that they slammed the glass door on her and walked off in a hurry.

Nothing seemed to be going right for her. The dress they flung seemed to be that of purest white, it had flowers and lacing. This had to be a wedding dress.

"Am I now going to be forced to marry, chosen, that is was they said, oh God, wake me up from this, take me home. Gemma began to think that she was on one of those hidden camera shows.

"Ok, ha ha, very funny. Now let me go home. look, do you want me to just carry on with it, fine, but ill make it very boring. "She was shouting now, trying to find the little hidden camera's. but she just could not see any. Gemma Tried desperately to get into this dress but it was just too long, obviously this was made for someone else. The laces at the back could be done tighter, she would be able to wear it, But she would just trip. Trip and fall wherever she was going.

She was now just laying on the bed crying, the tears falling down her face staining her cheeks and causing her eyes to go patchy and red.

"I knew you would do this!"

The woman who slapped her had walked back into the room, she was carrying a pair of scissors and a brush. Gemma looked at her.

"are you going to hurt me?" she said trying to get as far away as possible. The woman just walked further towards her. She was wearing simple dress and was quite pretty but the look that masked her face took all of it away.

The woman grasped her by the hair and pushed her to the floor.

"Please tell me who I am to be married to?" Gemma asked trying to get the information.

Gemma looked up and could see the lady holding out the scissors.

" Do not boast, you are neither the fairest nor the smartest, I have no idea why he picked you. The Prince will take one look at you and flee if I have any say in it, and yes I do, after a quick hair cut you will be lower than the simplest maids. "

" The Prince, what Prince, This is a windup isnt it" Gemma laughed but the woman above her looked deadly serious. She becan by taking small snipets of Gemma's hair and flinging them in her lap but quickly it turned to uneven chunks and giant peices. Gemma would not be the first to say that her hair was not beautiful or long and flowing like golden rays but this was unfair. Her hair was being turned into a mess, she was practically bald at the front now.

" Stop now, just stop it" Gemma could not cry and more so she just screamed and screamed. Her eyes welling with tears.
Gemma could hear partying downstairs and see wedding processions going ahead.

" Just leave me alone, leave me alone" Every tear Gemma shed her laughter got louder. She had cutting harshly and making her head bleed, they droplets of blood trailed down her face and left her looking like a murder victim.
The woman shoved a crown of flowers of her head and pushed her out the door. Gemma was tripping on her dress and the closer she got to the music the more splendid and beautiful the setting became. A handfull of weeds were chucked into her hands and dirty food by people walking by. Gemma tried running away from the shouts of torment but she was held in place tightly by the woman.

" What a wonderfull 14th birthday present" She told herself, thoughts ran through her mind of a horrific scene that was about to commence as soon as these giant wooden doors were opened. She looked a state, covered in blood and food, her dress was in tatters and her face was red and blotchy, her hair was atrocious being all different lengths and she had scars all around her scalp that were open and flowing.

There was music playing and the doors opened. The flowers falling in front of her were fresh and fragrant. Infront she could see a lengthy isle surrounded by men and women of all ages.

It was outside and the sun was shining and there was a man at the front dressed in robes who looked around and saw her.

A/N please review or ill probably never finish this story without the willpower. please review.