All Mythical Things

Who Needs Reality?

Languages :

'Valari words/ or Erika's mother tongue'

"Quenya/Sindarin"

"Westron/Common tongue"

"Others"

Disclaimer : LOTR and Silmarillion are properties of J.R.R. Tolkien and Tolkien Estates. None of the songs used in the story are mine too and only borrowed for entertainment purposes.

Author's notes:
I am not shy to admit that I am not a native English speaker. So if u see any wrong grammar that annoys you, feel free to tell me :) this will be my first fanfic posted online so i am quite happy to receive views even if the first chapter that I posted was just a plot. thanks a lot in advance!

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Chapter 1

'What makes reality so unwanted?'

"You're asking?" I can't help but to say the words out loud. I'm currently browsing my facebook news feed out of boredom and found this particular status. Some of the post are random sharing, some of it are truly nonsense, and some are nuts but I can't help but to do it since it's the only thing that I can do right now. I am sitting inside of an old jeepney vehicle and on my way to an inn here in Batanes Islands in northern Philippines. You can call me a traveller, -my parents call me a wanderer since I am going alone- but I love the idea of being called a traveller. It sounds so cool. And I've never been cool all my life.

I am this plain girl who have a plain, normal cashiering work for 10 years now. Never been promoted and never been transfered more than twice. I like it when I am comfortable so going alone in a vacation is a big leap.

This is the first ever vacation I had in 10 years, by the way. The last vacation I had can't even be called a 'vacation' since I encountered so many shits that made a soup out of my brain. I decided to take a break and do this alone despite the fact that my friends and ever persistent relatives has listed themselves as a part of my travel plans. But of course the sneaky little me had packed my bags secretly and disappeared. I informed the important people of my life with "On my way to an Island. I promise to take care of myself and brush my teeth every night." after 5 hours of my disappearance.

My best friend replied me a flip GIF.

So here I am, tired, hungry and bruised with the continues turbulence of my transportation vehicle but I am happy. This freedom from my reality is what I need.

But what makes reality so unwanted? I don't even remember the name of the person who posted this question but the weight of its meaning lingered in my mind. Not because I don't know the answer, in fact, I believe that lots of people knows it. We only have different opinions and explanations but it will all comes down in one plain answer.

Reality sucks.

In my case, I am - temporarily - running away from it because its choking the life out of me. Not literally of course. It was the pressure. The heavy expectations. And the never ending failures. When problems become so unlimited, you as a person would want to take a break for a while. It is all inside my reality. It's been my reality for such a long time.