I do not own Lord Of The Rings, not the books or the movies. They completely belong to the original creators. Thank you.

Basically, this is the story of a girl who loses her parents. After the funeral for her parents, the girl gets transported to middle earth. I'm not great at summaries, so sorry for that, but please enjoy this book!

Chapter 1

On the day of my parents funeral, the sun shone brightly, as if unaware of the grief that threatened to tear my very being apart. I glared up at the fiery light in the sky, wishing that I could shake my fist at it and make it go away, leave in its wake some stormy clouds in its place.

But instead, I smiled politely at friends and distant relatives alike as they offered words that were meant to comfort, but instead fell on deaf ears. I had withdrawn into myself at the news of my parents death, trying to hide from the pain that would not cease. My chest ached as if my heart were physically breaking, not that anyone would know. I was a very good actress. Had been since a small child, I could pretend to have any emotion or feeling I wanted, and no one could tell what was truly going on beneath the facade that I had built around myself.

Once the service started, I sat quietly in my seat on the front pew of the church, with my hands primly folded in my lap, my face serene despite the storm breaking inside me. I'm sure that all the kind words about my parents were quiet lovely, but I could not force myself to tune in, instead I sunk even deeper into the recesses of my mind, trying to find something, anything to hold onto.

Hours later, I found myself sitting in the living room of my parents house, the grandfather clock loudly counting the seconds and minutes away over in the corner, seeming absurdly loud in the deafening quiet of the room. I'm not quite sure how I had arrived here, or at what point I had changed out of the outfit I had worn at the funeral, but here I sat, in the white silk pajama set that my mother had bought for me last Christmas, a cup of some sort of tea at my elbow.

I wanted desperately to cry, but my eyes remained dry, refusing to give in, to admit defeat in the face of reality. I knew I was fading, that my mind was returning to the depths of depression as it had years ago when grandpa had died. Somewhere deep inside, I recognized what was happening, and feared for myself, but the greater part of me welcomed the distance. The silence and peace that that part of my mind brought with it.

In the face of all this, I yearned for the years gone by, for happier times when life seemed so simple, and everything was good. Perhaps not perfect, but good.

At that, I abruptly stood from where I had been sitting on the couch and wearily climbed the stairs up to my room, grabbed my collection of Lord of The Rings movies and turned on my tv. I knew that this wasn't going to fix anything, and that I was wasting time that could be spent going through my parents belongings… but just for a moment, I needed to pretend like I was no longer of this world, with its pains and woes. I needed to be someplace where even though bad things happened, the good guys still won in the end.

I hadn't realized how tired I was until I had sat down in front of the tv, and as the opening credits shined upon the screen, I allowed my eyes to close, and felt the warm embrace of sleep wrap around me, and willingly gave in to its call.

Just a heads up, I have absolutely no idea how often I will be updating this book, I am in the middle of some intense college stuff, and it's also the holidays, so I will just write when I can.

Your patience is much appreciated!!!