-Feb. 24, 2006- All chapters have now been edited

Hey all did you miss me?… No? Well fine then. (pouts) (Perks up) I went to see LOTR: ROTK and guess what? I want to write a fanfic about it! (holds arms out and waits for applause) (crickets chirp) (lowers hands in defeat) I know I know there are already a lot of these out there, but you know what? I don't care; I want to write my own. So here it goes! It may start out a little stupid, but bear with me; I promise it will get better!

Disclaimer: I do not own anything from the Lord of the Rings books or movies. I am making no bloody money off of this. None. At all. Zippo… Quit rubbing it in! Oh yeah, and I own nothing pertaining to the Harry Potter franchise either. (Which won't be used too much in this story, so don't worry.)

Warning: This follows more along with the movies than the book. So be forewarned. The character may sound a little Mary-Sue-ish in the beginning, but trust me, she's not. And if you don't like it then… nerh!

Summary: A part Elf part Witch living in modern day times has a sworn duty. To protect all realms from evil. Her life revolves around saving others. Doomed never to get close to those she works with, and never to fall in love. But her greatest challenge to come… may be the undoing of her.

And now I present to you:

Beyond the Horizon

Chapter 1

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Mira sat alone, watching the stars rise above the great castle in which she dwelled. She liked the peacefulness of being alone. It was something she had gotten used to. In her line of work, you had to get used it. To be what she is, is to be alone. She had known that when she had taken the Oath. An oath that she was to uphold for her entire life, and being a half Elf, that could be a very long time.

You see, Mira, had sworn to protect all realms, and their people, from whatever evils that shall fall upon them. And due to this, she is doomed to never get close to anyone, and more importantly, never to fall in love. Love is a weakness. Weakness can lead to death. Though she didn't not fear death, she did not wish for it either.

The sky grew darker, and the stars, clearer. The starlight washed over here, giving her the glow that once befell her Elvin ancestors. The light shone the brightest on the necklace that cascaded down her chest, and ended just between her breasts. For it was the star she was the keeper of. The brightest and most treasured star of her people, the one she was named after, Mira.

Mira was graced with the beauty and senses that were natural to her kin. Her hair, though not as long as the Elves, cut just below her shoulder, was beautiful, black as the night, but a golden red tint fell upon it in the right light. Her eyes, a dark brown, and her ears were that of any normal person, but her hearing was still sensitive as any elves'. Her body was long and slender, her height, just above 5'9. She was muscular, in her line of business; you need as much muscle as you can have, though not so much as to slow you down by the sheer weight of them. Her lips were full and tinged pink. Her high cheekbones gave her a regal look. Her hands held fingers that were long and slender, and if it weren't for the slight calluses that befell them, they would look just as regal as her face. Her feet were long and slender, as her hands, good for jumping, climbing, and speed.

"Hello Professor." Mira said into the dark of the tower.

"Mira, my dear, why is it you seek solitude?" asked the wizened old wizard.

"I find a strange comfort in it."

"You know," he said taking a seat next to her, on the sill of the window. "Being alone can be a burden as well."

"Do not start this up again, Dumbledore. You know better than I that. I cannot get to close to anyone. You were the one who gave me this duty; you were the one who swore me in. And now, you try to get me to open up to people, when you know that I cannot."

"Yes, but I did not think it would lead to you not befriending anyone in this realm. The one you call home."

"But I have befriended some here. I have you and most of the other professors."

"That is not what I mean, and you know this. You need to open up your heart, Mira."

"Why? So I can get attached to someone, only to have them die, or for me to abandon them to go to another place were I am needed, leaving me to pine away for them for the rest of my life?" Mira said firmly, and with a tinge of anger to her words. She leaned forward so she could meet his eyes, "No, I will not. It will weaken me, and give my opponents an advantage over me."

"Dear girl, it doesn't do good to go through your entire life and not once love another."

"I swore an oath on it. I cannot break it."

"It was my mistake." The old man whispered to himself, looking older then ever.

"What was your mistake?" Mira asked. Her elf ears allowing her to hear what he said.

"My mistake to have you swears to something that, in the long run, will destroy you."

"It will not destroy me. I will not let it." She said, voice softening as she looked upon the weary face of her companion.

The old man smiled, it was a smile that, anyone without elf eyes, could see did not reach his heart. "I do hope you are right."

"Come old man, it's late, and bugger me if I haven't eaten anything since breakfast." She said smiling.

The two companions got up and walked out of the tower, heading to the kitchens. An odd couple if anyone ever saw. A young girl looking no older than twenty, and an old man looking near ninety, both talking to each other as if the one were the same age as the other. 'The most unlikely of friends' the girl thought… but how wrong fate would prove her.

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Well chapter one. Done. So tell me what you think. You want to know how? I'll tell you. That little button at the bottom… yeah that one… click it! Please no flames. Only constructive criticism. Thank you, oh and HAPPY NEW YEAR!

Sorry to those who are reading my other stories. I have major, big time writers block. So, I'm hoping that writing this will alleviate it. But not to fear, they will be done. Let's just say they are on temporary hiatus.

2/28/06- I have received criticism (unconstructive) for this story being a Mary-sue. Never have I claimed this was anything but. I admit freely that this is a Mary-sue, but I do not see what is the matter with that if it is a well written story. You can present Mary-sue story in a way that makes it less irritating. Please, if you find my story to be too horrible of a Mary-sue then please tell me and I shall stop writing it. I find no pleasure in writing a story that people despise so.