Disclaimer: I don't own LotRs, it's characters, plot, etc. My friend owns his OC Melinda but I own my OC Clara. I also own anything added that you don't recognize.

NOTE: This was originally a co-written work with my friend but he didn't want to work on it anymore and I can't write his OC that well so I changed it to just being about Clara getting sent to Middle Earth since I had pretty much the entire first movie written out for her.

Summary: Clara Kingsley and her adoptive sister, Melinda, get a call from a man telling them that Clara's grandmother, whom they'd never met, mysteriously died and had left Clara her entire estate in Holmes Chapel, England. One night, the locket Clara's had since she was a baby starts to glow and a strange voice lures her into the woods away from her world and down a lonely road.

Clara's the adopted one just fyi. That's why I wrote "adoptive sister, Melinda" and not "adopted sister, Melinda". The parts with Melinda were already written by my friend.

Side note: I imagine Clara looking and sounding like Clara from Doctor Who, Jenna Coleman but with green eyes.

"Seriously, I hate planes," Melinda complained as she moved a lock of golden hair from her face.

"Well, it's not like we can drive there." Clara said matter-of-factly as they walked through the terminal. "You didn't have to come with me." she added.

"Are you kidding? Your long lost grandmother dies and leaves you everything and you think I'm not going to come with you?"

"You do realize how greedy that sounds, right?" Clara asked. "And she didn't leave me everything, we don't even know what she left me. That's why we're going to a will reading."

"Oh hush." Melinda said waving a hand. "I'm just saying that after abandoning you at a hospital by this family, they owe you and I'm just coming to make sure you get what you're owed."

"It's not like she abandoned me." Clara said with a frown as they got in line to board the plane.

"Who do you think told your birth mom to get rid of you?" Melinda asked as she put her four bags down. She took her little silver clutch from under her arm before putting her hands on her hips.

"We don't know the whole story." Clara said as she stopped, set her roller bag upright and turned to the older girl.

"My feet are killing me." Melinda said, ignoring Clara's statement.

"I wonder why." Clara muttered looking down at the metallic silver heels before looking down at her own black converse. Clara was used to her sister's whining by now but it didn't annoy her any less. "Shut up and deal with it, Mel."

"Bitch." Melinda huffed under her breath.

"Jerk." Clara said, having heard her anyways. "Again, you didn't have to come." Clara said as she crossed her arms.

"Again, I have to make sure-"

"You just want to come because one: it's England and two: you think my grandma was rich because her butler called us." Clara said. "I know you by now, Mel, I've lived with you for 22 years." She said. Melinda huffed.

"If your family wasn't rich why were you left with that?" Melinda asked as she pointed to Clara's locket. Clara reached up to touch it. "I mean my parents could've sold that to pay for college for both of us." Melinda said. "Sorry, our parents." She corrected quickly.

"It doesn't cost that much." Clara said as she held it.

"There's a huge fucking diamond in it." Melinda hissed as she pointed at it again. Clara looked down at it with a frown. It was a heart shaped locket with a close to heart shaped white gem on the front. On the back, her name was engraved and she'd never been able to open it. Clara put it in her shirt as Melinda sighed. "Look, you don't even know if this woman really was your grandmother. This could just be some guy trying to rob you."

"I highly doubt some guy would call us and pretend to be my grandma's butler, tell us she died and left me something just so we would fly across the world to meet with him so he could take my locket." Clara said as the line began to move.

"Let's just get on the stupid plane." Melinda said with another huff before picking up her bags again and walking ahead. As she walked her hips swayed elegantly in her black, form fitting pencil skirt. She had on a white flowing top that was tucked into the skirt, held together by a black and gold belt. Her golden hair was down and came to about the top of her buttocks and flowed behind her. Clara shook her head and walked after her.

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The two got settled in their seats on the plane, Clara by the window and Melinda in the middle seat. Melinda sighed over-dramatically and sat back in her seat as she smoothed out her skirt. Clara pulled her IPod out of her jeans and put in her ear buds before pulling her green hood up and crossing her arms. A woman sat in the seat next to Melinda, who gave the woman a once over before making a face and moving closer to Clara.

They had gotten a call about a week earlier from an unknown number. Usually they wouldn't have answered but something drew Clara to the phone. The call was from Clara's Grandmother's butler, Ramsey, in England. He told them that the woman had unfortunately fallen down a flight of stairs and had sadly died. Clara had never received contact from anyone from her blood-family. When she was left at a hospital as a baby she had no identification besides her name on her locket.

As she listened to her music and stared out at the clouds Clara began to wonder. Maybe her birth mother had been the one to want to get rid of her but her grandmother had kept an eye on her. But if her grandmother was keeping tabs on her and knew where she was, why didn't she contact her sooner and why have her in the will if she hadn't even met her?

Short, I know, next chapter is longer.