Hey everyone! If you like this, I have about 7 more chapters in storage. I don't own Lord of the Rings, you all know who does. Only Jacqueline and Evelyn are my creations. Also, THIS IS NOT A MARY-SUE. Enjoy!
Halfblood
Chapter One Meeting
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"Evelyn! If you don't get your butt down here soon, we'll be late," yelled a slender, black-haired, sixteen-year-old. The girl finished loading the last of the suitcases onto the back of the car and started close the door when a buxom blonde hurled through the front door of the house, yelling for her to wait. The black-haired girl let out an exasperated sigh; "This had better be the last 'hold on a second'."
The shorter girl pouted, "Jacqueline . . ." Her lower lip started to quiver.
Jacqueline hastily backpedaled, "Okay, Evelyn. It's all right." Her back still ached remembering what her aunt had done to her when Evelyn had cried. Evelyn smiled maliciously, she knew that she'd have her way.
An hour later, the two girls were on the road listening to some filthy-mouthed rapper. Or rather, Evelyn was listening. Jacqueline was concentrating on the road. Even in broad daylight, this freeway was notorious for its drunk drivers. There always was an accident. Evelyn's window was cranked down all the way and Snoop Dogg blared through the speakers. With her long, wavy golden hair blowing behind her, Evelyn looked like Aphrodite reincarnate.
A very badly singing Aphrodite and none of this was helping Jacqueline's nerves. She dodged the third drunk driver that day and she did not feel too good from all the junk food Evelyn had forced down her throat. Resisting the urge to scream at Evelyn to shut up, she stared doggedly at the yellow divide line. She felt so nauseous, she never noticed the drunken trucker coming toward her. Then everything vanished in a brilliant white light swirling with Evelyn's terrified screams and the furious honking of other cars. She never heard the wail of the arriving ambulance.
* - * - *
Jacqueline woke up. Opening her eyes, she was startled. Where had this forest come from? Freeway 101 was hilly grassland. Besides, trees of this size simply did not exist anywhere in the Bay area. Even the few redwood trees she'd seen hadn't been this large! Everything around here seemed more . . . alive . . . somehow. With all the pollution hanging around San Jose, seeing this forest felt as if she had just regained her sense of sight. The flowers clustered around the base of one of the amazing trees weren't just red, they were a ruby so deep, they positively glowed with their own light. The suitcases containing Evelyn's and her clothes looked like rags against the dramatic background. Jacqueline stared at a passing butterfly twice the size of any she'd seen. It was even larger than the extinct ones in her science books. Wait . . . Evelyn? Jacqueline carefully rose and stepped lightly to her unconscious cousin's side.
Suddenly, her finely tuned ears heard the hoof beats of several horses. Without thinking, she swiftly climbed up one of the beautiful trees and pressed herself against it so that her black clothes blended with the dark shadows. Her white shirt would be a little easier to spot, but there wasn't any other hiding place among the jewel-bright carpet of grass and moss. Hearing the horses and the voices of the men who rode them approaching, she waited, trying to breathe as quietly as she could as to avoid notice.
* - * - *
Legolas strode through the high arches of Mirkwood's castle, heading toward Gandalf's private rooms. He wondered what Gandalf had been so urgent about, but if Gandalf said it was important, it was important. Gandalf was never one to exaggerate or understate. Finally, three gilded hallways full of swooning elven maidens later, he stood in front of the modest rosewood door. After a polite knock, he entered. Seeing the hobbits and Aragon, he greeted them before turning toward Gandalf to apologize for his tardiness.
Gandalf's gray eyes twinkled as he said, "Sit, Prince of Mirkwood. There is no disaster, just a curiosity of mine that I would like to investigate." Legolas pulled out a chair and sat down, a questioning look on his face.
Gandalf swept the occupants of his room with his piercing gaze before, "I suspect you'd all like to know what my 'curiosity' is?"
At this Pippin jumped up and cried, "Gandalf!!! Stop stating the obvious and tell us!"
Gandalf laughed. "Always a hobbit, eh, Pippin? So impatient, so reckless, so curious!" Here he sobered a little. "It seems that someone or something was practicing magic a little distance from here in the forest. It was different from what magic I've seen. Naturally, since I am a wizard, I was curious. I thought all of you would like to know, so . . ."
Everyone was silent for a while, before Aragon spoke up. "I'm with Gandalf. We should check the source of this new magic."
The two hobbits jumped up again, "We're comin', too! You can't stop us!"
Legolas stood up, "Well, what are all of you waiting for? I'll saddle the horses while you get the survival packs." When Gandalf's eyebrows rose in question, he added, "Just in case. After all, isn't there a saying, 'better safe than sorry?'"
So now they were on their way to the far reaches of Mirkwood searching for who knows what. Legolas leaned back in the comfortable cloth and soft leather saddle. It had been a long time since he'd actually gone to the true Mirkwood. The vividness he'd almost forgotten came rushing back to him in a startling whirl of colors, sounds, and smells. He smiled as he saw the others take deep breath of the fresh, clean-smelling air. Then, just for the fun of it, they had a race. Merry turned out to be the winner, he was so low on his horse, he seemed to be lying down in the saddle. How he'd done that without falling off, Legolas had no idea.
Some minutes after the race, Gandalf raised a hand, cutting off the conversation Pippin was having with Aragon. Indignant, Pippin said, "Gandalf, why-" here he was cut off as Gandalf held a finger to his lips.
"If the source of the magic were an enemy, would you like him to know where we are and that we are coming?"
The party of five dismounted and continued the rest of the way on foot, taking care not to make any noise as they crept toward the landing site of Jacqueline and Evelyn.
* - * - *
Jacqueline watched from her perch in the tree as five strange men walked into the glade. They were wearing clothes not like hers, yet they somehow seemed familiar. Then, as the man with white-blonde hair shoved his hair behind his ears, she almost gave herself away with a loud gasp. He was an elf! Add the old man with the long white beard all dressed in gray and the setting of this vibrant forest, Jacqueline understood where she was. Middle-earth? But . . . it's only a novel. It can't be real.
Her mind struggled to believe in the near impossible. But when two of the men she'd thought were children absently scratched their hairy feet, she was sure of where she was. They must be hobbits. If this is Mirkwood and with two hobbits, the blonde must be Legolas, the man in gray, Gandalf, and the one with brown hair- Aragon? Even though the books proclaimed them as on the side of the light and good, Jacqueline decided to play it safe and follow them to see what they would do about her cousin.
* - * - *
Gandalf stopped short in surprise when he saw the unconscious body. Aragon had no such inhibitions, hurried to roll it over. The well-endowed body was clearly female. She was even pretty enough to pass for an elf and dressed in clothes not familiar to any of them. It was an indecently short, red skirt made of what seemed to be extremely smooth animal hides. Instead of a warm and practical tunic and shirt, she had on a tight, sleeveless blouse with a scandalously low neckline.
What made it even worse was that it was an eye-blinding shade of shocking pink. When Pippin saw her, all he could do was gape in surprise at the awful color. Merry threw his arm over his face, crying, "Ohmigosh! I'm blinded! What happened?! Did I die and go to hell?!" Legolas' extremely sensitive eyes were tearing, just looking at the shirt.
Finally, Gandalf took a spare cloak from the saddle pack of the nearest horse and threw it over her shoulders.
* - * - *
Jacqueline's ribs were aching with the strain of holding in her laughter at the reaction of the men at her cousin's tank top.
* - * - *
The hobbits finally calmed down long enough to point at the suitcases and wonder aloud how one woman can have enough luggage for three people. Legolas glanced at them, "The woman might be unconscious, but she is still a woman and deserves respect."
Merry elbowed Pippin in the ribs, "Ever the gallant, eh, Legolas?"
Pippin's face brightened, "Hey, maybe she has mushrooms hidden in her bags!"
Gandalf finished his examination of the suitcases and said, "No, Pippin. You will not look through a female's belongings. We will take her and her boxes back with us to the palace."
The rest of the time was spent loading the cases onto the horses and deciding who'd have to carry the woman, who was still unconscious. Poor Legolas was stuck with her and her improper pink top.
So that was the result of their search for the source of the magic.
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So how was it? Too long, too short? Review please. If anything is particularly horrible-tell me. I've read a LOT of extremely badly written fanfics, and believe me, the experience isn't enjoyable.
Halfblood
Chapter One Meeting
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~+
"Evelyn! If you don't get your butt down here soon, we'll be late," yelled a slender, black-haired, sixteen-year-old. The girl finished loading the last of the suitcases onto the back of the car and started close the door when a buxom blonde hurled through the front door of the house, yelling for her to wait. The black-haired girl let out an exasperated sigh; "This had better be the last 'hold on a second'."
The shorter girl pouted, "Jacqueline . . ." Her lower lip started to quiver.
Jacqueline hastily backpedaled, "Okay, Evelyn. It's all right." Her back still ached remembering what her aunt had done to her when Evelyn had cried. Evelyn smiled maliciously, she knew that she'd have her way.
An hour later, the two girls were on the road listening to some filthy-mouthed rapper. Or rather, Evelyn was listening. Jacqueline was concentrating on the road. Even in broad daylight, this freeway was notorious for its drunk drivers. There always was an accident. Evelyn's window was cranked down all the way and Snoop Dogg blared through the speakers. With her long, wavy golden hair blowing behind her, Evelyn looked like Aphrodite reincarnate.
A very badly singing Aphrodite and none of this was helping Jacqueline's nerves. She dodged the third drunk driver that day and she did not feel too good from all the junk food Evelyn had forced down her throat. Resisting the urge to scream at Evelyn to shut up, she stared doggedly at the yellow divide line. She felt so nauseous, she never noticed the drunken trucker coming toward her. Then everything vanished in a brilliant white light swirling with Evelyn's terrified screams and the furious honking of other cars. She never heard the wail of the arriving ambulance.
* - * - *
Jacqueline woke up. Opening her eyes, she was startled. Where had this forest come from? Freeway 101 was hilly grassland. Besides, trees of this size simply did not exist anywhere in the Bay area. Even the few redwood trees she'd seen hadn't been this large! Everything around here seemed more . . . alive . . . somehow. With all the pollution hanging around San Jose, seeing this forest felt as if she had just regained her sense of sight. The flowers clustered around the base of one of the amazing trees weren't just red, they were a ruby so deep, they positively glowed with their own light. The suitcases containing Evelyn's and her clothes looked like rags against the dramatic background. Jacqueline stared at a passing butterfly twice the size of any she'd seen. It was even larger than the extinct ones in her science books. Wait . . . Evelyn? Jacqueline carefully rose and stepped lightly to her unconscious cousin's side.
Suddenly, her finely tuned ears heard the hoof beats of several horses. Without thinking, she swiftly climbed up one of the beautiful trees and pressed herself against it so that her black clothes blended with the dark shadows. Her white shirt would be a little easier to spot, but there wasn't any other hiding place among the jewel-bright carpet of grass and moss. Hearing the horses and the voices of the men who rode them approaching, she waited, trying to breathe as quietly as she could as to avoid notice.
* - * - *
Legolas strode through the high arches of Mirkwood's castle, heading toward Gandalf's private rooms. He wondered what Gandalf had been so urgent about, but if Gandalf said it was important, it was important. Gandalf was never one to exaggerate or understate. Finally, three gilded hallways full of swooning elven maidens later, he stood in front of the modest rosewood door. After a polite knock, he entered. Seeing the hobbits and Aragon, he greeted them before turning toward Gandalf to apologize for his tardiness.
Gandalf's gray eyes twinkled as he said, "Sit, Prince of Mirkwood. There is no disaster, just a curiosity of mine that I would like to investigate." Legolas pulled out a chair and sat down, a questioning look on his face.
Gandalf swept the occupants of his room with his piercing gaze before, "I suspect you'd all like to know what my 'curiosity' is?"
At this Pippin jumped up and cried, "Gandalf!!! Stop stating the obvious and tell us!"
Gandalf laughed. "Always a hobbit, eh, Pippin? So impatient, so reckless, so curious!" Here he sobered a little. "It seems that someone or something was practicing magic a little distance from here in the forest. It was different from what magic I've seen. Naturally, since I am a wizard, I was curious. I thought all of you would like to know, so . . ."
Everyone was silent for a while, before Aragon spoke up. "I'm with Gandalf. We should check the source of this new magic."
The two hobbits jumped up again, "We're comin', too! You can't stop us!"
Legolas stood up, "Well, what are all of you waiting for? I'll saddle the horses while you get the survival packs." When Gandalf's eyebrows rose in question, he added, "Just in case. After all, isn't there a saying, 'better safe than sorry?'"
So now they were on their way to the far reaches of Mirkwood searching for who knows what. Legolas leaned back in the comfortable cloth and soft leather saddle. It had been a long time since he'd actually gone to the true Mirkwood. The vividness he'd almost forgotten came rushing back to him in a startling whirl of colors, sounds, and smells. He smiled as he saw the others take deep breath of the fresh, clean-smelling air. Then, just for the fun of it, they had a race. Merry turned out to be the winner, he was so low on his horse, he seemed to be lying down in the saddle. How he'd done that without falling off, Legolas had no idea.
Some minutes after the race, Gandalf raised a hand, cutting off the conversation Pippin was having with Aragon. Indignant, Pippin said, "Gandalf, why-" here he was cut off as Gandalf held a finger to his lips.
"If the source of the magic were an enemy, would you like him to know where we are and that we are coming?"
The party of five dismounted and continued the rest of the way on foot, taking care not to make any noise as they crept toward the landing site of Jacqueline and Evelyn.
* - * - *
Jacqueline watched from her perch in the tree as five strange men walked into the glade. They were wearing clothes not like hers, yet they somehow seemed familiar. Then, as the man with white-blonde hair shoved his hair behind his ears, she almost gave herself away with a loud gasp. He was an elf! Add the old man with the long white beard all dressed in gray and the setting of this vibrant forest, Jacqueline understood where she was. Middle-earth? But . . . it's only a novel. It can't be real.
Her mind struggled to believe in the near impossible. But when two of the men she'd thought were children absently scratched their hairy feet, she was sure of where she was. They must be hobbits. If this is Mirkwood and with two hobbits, the blonde must be Legolas, the man in gray, Gandalf, and the one with brown hair- Aragon? Even though the books proclaimed them as on the side of the light and good, Jacqueline decided to play it safe and follow them to see what they would do about her cousin.
* - * - *
Gandalf stopped short in surprise when he saw the unconscious body. Aragon had no such inhibitions, hurried to roll it over. The well-endowed body was clearly female. She was even pretty enough to pass for an elf and dressed in clothes not familiar to any of them. It was an indecently short, red skirt made of what seemed to be extremely smooth animal hides. Instead of a warm and practical tunic and shirt, she had on a tight, sleeveless blouse with a scandalously low neckline.
What made it even worse was that it was an eye-blinding shade of shocking pink. When Pippin saw her, all he could do was gape in surprise at the awful color. Merry threw his arm over his face, crying, "Ohmigosh! I'm blinded! What happened?! Did I die and go to hell?!" Legolas' extremely sensitive eyes were tearing, just looking at the shirt.
Finally, Gandalf took a spare cloak from the saddle pack of the nearest horse and threw it over her shoulders.
* - * - *
Jacqueline's ribs were aching with the strain of holding in her laughter at the reaction of the men at her cousin's tank top.
* - * - *
The hobbits finally calmed down long enough to point at the suitcases and wonder aloud how one woman can have enough luggage for three people. Legolas glanced at them, "The woman might be unconscious, but she is still a woman and deserves respect."
Merry elbowed Pippin in the ribs, "Ever the gallant, eh, Legolas?"
Pippin's face brightened, "Hey, maybe she has mushrooms hidden in her bags!"
Gandalf finished his examination of the suitcases and said, "No, Pippin. You will not look through a female's belongings. We will take her and her boxes back with us to the palace."
The rest of the time was spent loading the cases onto the horses and deciding who'd have to carry the woman, who was still unconscious. Poor Legolas was stuck with her and her improper pink top.
So that was the result of their search for the source of the magic.
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So how was it? Too long, too short? Review please. If anything is particularly horrible-tell me. I've read a LOT of extremely badly written fanfics, and believe me, the experience isn't enjoyable.