You know what is better than reading a book by a fireplace with a hot liquid? When a far and distant relative drags you down into an adventure for which you didn't sign up for. Or is it?
[Y/n] was roughly pulled from her world and into Middle Earth...
[Y/n] had been feeling terrible the entire day, doing nothing but lay down in her bed in misery. She had no clue as to why she felt the way she did, but it did make her worried. She hadn't felt this kind of despair and dread before. She had guessed that it had something to do with her friends, because she somehow could feel her friends' emotions even from miles apart. But she already had texted her friends, nobody seemed to have something wrong with them.
She was currently laying on her side in her bed. Her body, made as small as she could tightly holding a pillow, covered by her duvet. Adjusting her position slightly the muscles in her face forming a determined look. Taking a deep breath she struggled to quickly rip the duvet off her, when it was finally was of her she pushed herself in a sitting position at the side of the bed.
Sitting there in silence for a moment, slightly doubting her own actions she shakes her head. Stubborn to get rid of the pathetic feeling she stands up, throwing the pillow she was holding back unto the bed. Quickly grabbing her phone and disconnecting the charger she storms out of her bedroom.
It was about one in the afternoon and her body was still covered up by her pajamas, as she had previously not seen any purpose in getting dressed. The windows that she passes in the hallway still shielded by their curtains as she storms past. ''This is absolute nonsense,'' [y/n] starts muttering to herself. ''I refuse to lay in bed all day long because of this gut feeling,'' the words filled with irritation leave her lips as she angrily goes down the stairs.
In her anger, she falls down the last few steps. Dropping her phone she quickly grabs hold of the railing. Or that is what she tried. As her hand reaches for the railing her body is already making its way down the stairs, making her hand just out of reach from safety. Laying down with her head facing the ceiling she lets out a frustrated groan, laying still for a couple of more seconds while getting used to the newfound pain in her back.
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Picking herself off the floor and retrieving her phone she sighs once more, her shoulders hanging lower and a defeated expression on her face ''Today is not my day''. Shaking her head lightly she tries to get those thoughts out of her head. ''No. Enough with the self-loathing. You are going to make yourself a cup of [preferred hot beverage] and do something productive for once'' she gives herself a quick pep talk as the determined look comes back to her features.
Opening the kitchen door a bit too harshly the door makes its way back into her face. This time luck was a bit more at her side, as she was able to grab the door firmly before it could make contact with her skin. Pushing the door away from her [a bit more controlled this time] she walks into her kitchen. Letting her small device glide from her hand unto the kitchen counter she makes her way to the [machinery that you need to make your preferred hot beverage]
[Think of like the kettle for tea, coffee machine for coffee, the fridge to grab some milk and back to the microwave if you are making hot chocolate. Or maybe something else. Just assume that you have it in your kitchen, for whatever beverage you are making.]
