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Chapter 2
How odd, Lindsay began thinking. Since when has my bed been this hard?
She opened a bleary eye, only to yelp as a blinding light shone into it. She shot up, hand sheltering her eyes. Everything came back at once. Her room, the field, the hike. Lindsay wondered if she should just scream. It was quite a temptation, but if someone were to hear her, she wouldn't want them to think her crazy. So she heaved herself up, examining her surroundings.
She let out a cry of relief when she saw a small forest, maybe five miles away. It was somewhere, at least, that wasn't field. So she started padding across the grass, soft soles making not a sound. It was a beautiful day compared to the horrific one yesterday. Ever so often, the odd bird would swoop by, twittering and chirping all the way. Lindsay's hair was an awful mess, with tangles no brush would be able to remove.
As she got near the forest, the grass gradually turned a pure green, a few daisys dotting it here and there. The ache for hunger and longing for water had greatly increased overnight, so there had to be people somewhere.
She bit her lip lightly, deciding to stay in the shade of the trees, not wanting to be caught by someone suspicious. She wandered through the rustling place, letting herself enjoy the scenery, no matter how dire the situation was.
Lindsay had slightly better hearing than eyesight, and froze when she heard a ... familiar noise. She would know it anywhere. It was the quiet sound of a page turning, something flicking to the next part of a book. She darted behind a thick tree, and peered around it.
Her shock was unfathomable. Her incredulity limitless. But her growing excitement, unrelenting.
She would know that face anywhere.
She ducked behind a tree farther away, and tried to control her breathing. She felt as though she was having a panic attack. It was simply ridiculous. Apparently not.
She couldn't think straight. She felt the familiar feeling growing, building higher, and higher. Oh, no... not now..
It built all the way to her throat. She shook her head violently, mouth firmly closed.
Too late.
She let it go. She squealed at the top of her lungs. She couldn't control it. No Fangirl could. She hopped on the spot, fastening the clip on her One Ring necklace, a big mistake, and pushing her earrings in. In her excitement, she jumped extra high, causing the Ring on the chain to flop beneath her shirt.
It stopped. She stood, breathing heavily, and everything came crashing down. What had she done? That... Gods no. She clapped a hand over her mouth. Frodo. Frodo Frodo Frodo. She couldn't believe she was actually in... Middle Earth. She groaned silently when she realized that there was no way that Frodo hadn't heard her.
And to think she had control of 'The Squeal'.
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