Destiny Has Spoken {Hobbit Fanfic}

"Normal." Does that term even exist? If so, what exactly is it? For I would very much like to know.

I have never really fit in anywhere. Always standing out. No matter how hard I try to stick to the shadows, to blend in. And perhaps I stood out for a reason.

My "story" started at a very young age. Around the age of seven if I remember correctly. I started having visions, memories, of another life. My young self wasn't sure what they were until I grew older. Then I realized... They weren't just dreams. Dreams didn't make one feel pain when they awoke. Dreams didn't feel as if one could reach out and touch the people. They were so realistic it was unbelievable.

Several questions remained throughout several years,

- 'Who were they?'

- 'What does "Kurdu." Mean?'

- 'Why are they calling me Laela? (Lay-la) and Traveller?'

- 'Why do I look different?'

- 'Who is the strange man with a blue hat and yellow shoes?'

- 'And what about the River Woman's Daughter?'

Eventually, little did I know... I would find out.

DISCLAIMER: I do NOT own anything related to The Hobbit. All rights goto J.R.R Tolkien and Peter Jackson.
I also do NOT own any pictures, songs, quotes, poems that you may see and/or hear. Those also belong to their rightful owners.

IMPORTANT INFO: I have a severe health issue named Epilepsy (seizures) it is drug resistant and uncontrolled. Meaning, I have them every day and often end up in the ER. Each seizure has me recovering for 1-3 hours. I hope you can understand. This health issue alone will leave me unable to update for days, weeks, sometimes months. I apologize in advance.