Disclaimer: I do not own Lord of the Rings. All I own is Tammy and her friends.
A/N: This story is actually a sequel to another story that I am writing. It isn't on this website, only on my computer. Therefore, this prologue will explain what you may need to know. Most things will be easy to understand without reading "Dreamer." Anything that is more confusing, I will explain throughout the story. Also, this takes place during the war of the ring. I will be going by the movie version, possibly adding some things from the books. Also, the prologue is in first person point of view, but the rest of the story will be in third.
Prologue
I may seem like an average college girl, but I am far from it. I used to have a normal life. I used to be normal.
That changed when I found a strange artifact in the sand at Ocean City, Maryland. My three best friends – Kristy, Cal, and Jim – and I went there for our senior trip.
At first I thought the artifact was nothing but a rock. That was until I picked it up for closer inspection. I could tell that it was old. It had been weathered severely, though I could still make out some unique symbols and carvings. It had an intricate design. The symbols were weaved throughout the design. The symbols as well as the design shared a theme...things that once were lost and now were found.
After finding this, I started having weird dreams. I know most dreams are weird, but then again, most dreams don't actually happen. Any dream I had, if it had this sort of urgency, always came true. The problem was...these dreams were nightmares.
One of the first dreams I had was of my friends and I. We were on our way home from Ocean City when we were in a fatal car crash. A truck careened out of control. We didn't see it in time and were hit. Of course, once I noticed that the events of my dream were starting to come true, I warned my friends that we had to pull off the road. After some pleading, Kristy, who had been driving, did so just in time.
It was after this that I began to run from my 'gift.' When I began to refer to my dreams as a 'gift,' I did so loosely and sarcastically. I didn't understand why this had to happen to me. I resented it. I was afraid of it...so afraid that I refused to sleep.
Of course, eventually I had no choice but to get some sleep. My friends decided to intervene. They made sure that I got some sleep. That night, I had another one of those dreams.
It was then that I realized that I couldn't keep running from my 'gift.' I had no choice but to accept it. It didn't take me long to get used to my new routine. This routine mainly consisted of staying alert at all times, stopping dreams from coming true – the dreams that had to be stopped that is – and making excuses whenever necessary.
You see, not all of my dreams could be prevented. Well, they could be changed, but they weren't meant to be. Some were merely warnings of things that were to come...things that if I had changed the outcome of, would in turn cause some catastrophe. In time, I was able to easily tell which dreams had to be stopped, and which needed to remain unchanged.
At one point, I started having a reoccurring dream. Each time I had this dream, it became more and more detailed as things began to be set. This was something that had to be stopped. If it wasn't stopped, it could set in motion a chain of events that would be horrific.
It was at this time that I went searching for answers. After I had done a lot of thinking, I realized that my dreams started after I found the artifact. It wasn't much to go on, but it was a start.
I went back to Ocean City to do research. I found that the artifact had a myth behind it. According to this myth, anyone that came across it would regain a gift that they lost. It went even further saying that it would find anyone destined to regain what they lost.
I was confused at first. Then, it dawned on me. The usage of 'gift' was symbolic. The 'gift' that I lost and regained was my dreams.
When I was little, I had dreams like the ones I now have. I claimed to have seen some bad things before they happened. I claimed that I had dreams about them. Of course, no one had believed me...not even my parents. They took me to a psychiatrist. After many sessions, the psychiatrist convinced me that the dreams that I claimed to have had were merely figments of my imagination. Shortly after this, my dreams stopped.
Obviously my friends noticed that I had changed and questioned me about it. I always tried to change the subject or dance around the truth. I had tried telling them once, and they thought I was crazy. They didn't say that, but I could tell. When they tried talking to me afterwards, their voices betrayed them. Then, after the incident on the way home from Ocean City, they considered the possibility for a total of one day. Of course, after that, logic set in. They assumed that it was just a coincidence...nothing more.
When I realized the full extent of what I would be dealing with – due to the reoccurring dream, that is – I knew I couldn't face it alone. I needed help. I went to them at the last minute, telling them that they just had to trust me.
Through all of this, I slowly began to realize that my 'gift' truly was a gift. Because of the dreams I was having, I was capable of doing a lot of good. I was doing something important and worthwhile.
My three best friends now know my secret. I am a dreamer.
A/N: I hope that this will clear up any possible questions later on. If anyone is confused about anything, let me know and I will make sure to explain it.
A/N: This story is actually a sequel to another story that I am writing. It isn't on this website, only on my computer. Therefore, this prologue will explain what you may need to know. Most things will be easy to understand without reading "Dreamer." Anything that is more confusing, I will explain throughout the story. Also, this takes place during the war of the ring. I will be going by the movie version, possibly adding some things from the books. Also, the prologue is in first person point of view, but the rest of the story will be in third.
Prologue
I may seem like an average college girl, but I am far from it. I used to have a normal life. I used to be normal.
That changed when I found a strange artifact in the sand at Ocean City, Maryland. My three best friends – Kristy, Cal, and Jim – and I went there for our senior trip.
At first I thought the artifact was nothing but a rock. That was until I picked it up for closer inspection. I could tell that it was old. It had been weathered severely, though I could still make out some unique symbols and carvings. It had an intricate design. The symbols were weaved throughout the design. The symbols as well as the design shared a theme...things that once were lost and now were found.
After finding this, I started having weird dreams. I know most dreams are weird, but then again, most dreams don't actually happen. Any dream I had, if it had this sort of urgency, always came true. The problem was...these dreams were nightmares.
One of the first dreams I had was of my friends and I. We were on our way home from Ocean City when we were in a fatal car crash. A truck careened out of control. We didn't see it in time and were hit. Of course, once I noticed that the events of my dream were starting to come true, I warned my friends that we had to pull off the road. After some pleading, Kristy, who had been driving, did so just in time.
It was after this that I began to run from my 'gift.' When I began to refer to my dreams as a 'gift,' I did so loosely and sarcastically. I didn't understand why this had to happen to me. I resented it. I was afraid of it...so afraid that I refused to sleep.
Of course, eventually I had no choice but to get some sleep. My friends decided to intervene. They made sure that I got some sleep. That night, I had another one of those dreams.
It was then that I realized that I couldn't keep running from my 'gift.' I had no choice but to accept it. It didn't take me long to get used to my new routine. This routine mainly consisted of staying alert at all times, stopping dreams from coming true – the dreams that had to be stopped that is – and making excuses whenever necessary.
You see, not all of my dreams could be prevented. Well, they could be changed, but they weren't meant to be. Some were merely warnings of things that were to come...things that if I had changed the outcome of, would in turn cause some catastrophe. In time, I was able to easily tell which dreams had to be stopped, and which needed to remain unchanged.
At one point, I started having a reoccurring dream. Each time I had this dream, it became more and more detailed as things began to be set. This was something that had to be stopped. If it wasn't stopped, it could set in motion a chain of events that would be horrific.
It was at this time that I went searching for answers. After I had done a lot of thinking, I realized that my dreams started after I found the artifact. It wasn't much to go on, but it was a start.
I went back to Ocean City to do research. I found that the artifact had a myth behind it. According to this myth, anyone that came across it would regain a gift that they lost. It went even further saying that it would find anyone destined to regain what they lost.
I was confused at first. Then, it dawned on me. The usage of 'gift' was symbolic. The 'gift' that I lost and regained was my dreams.
When I was little, I had dreams like the ones I now have. I claimed to have seen some bad things before they happened. I claimed that I had dreams about them. Of course, no one had believed me...not even my parents. They took me to a psychiatrist. After many sessions, the psychiatrist convinced me that the dreams that I claimed to have had were merely figments of my imagination. Shortly after this, my dreams stopped.
Obviously my friends noticed that I had changed and questioned me about it. I always tried to change the subject or dance around the truth. I had tried telling them once, and they thought I was crazy. They didn't say that, but I could tell. When they tried talking to me afterwards, their voices betrayed them. Then, after the incident on the way home from Ocean City, they considered the possibility for a total of one day. Of course, after that, logic set in. They assumed that it was just a coincidence...nothing more.
When I realized the full extent of what I would be dealing with – due to the reoccurring dream, that is – I knew I couldn't face it alone. I needed help. I went to them at the last minute, telling them that they just had to trust me.
Through all of this, I slowly began to realize that my 'gift' truly was a gift. Because of the dreams I was having, I was capable of doing a lot of good. I was doing something important and worthwhile.
My three best friends now know my secret. I am a dreamer.
A/N: I hope that this will clear up any possible questions later on. If anyone is confused about anything, let me know and I will make sure to explain it.