Disclaimer: This is my first fan fiction so forgive me if it sucks.
Disclaimer (the sequel): I do not own any of the characters or situations of Lord of the Rings though I constantly delude myself of that fact.
The Disclaimer Strikes Back: Any similarity to actual characters or situations that are had by anybody reading should be sought out at the council of a psychologist immediately.
The Disclaimer Returns (last one, promise): It will take a while to get to action...to actually get to Middle Earth itself. Please be patient.
This is not a Marry Sue; if anything it might be a Harry Stu though.
And Now, Your Feature Presentation:
Prologue
Emmanuel Parlor sat looking sternly at the map in front of him. His eyes scrutinized the names of places and blobs of color. He traced one slender finger along the letter R. The red ink, sturdy beneath the natural oils of his fingertip, went straight up and curved slowly down back towards itself and marched straightly down again forming the letter gracefully.
He sighed. Though he admired the artwork that had been put into the map he knew it was nothing more than that, a map. It was a mirror, a reflection of a place, and a representation of a journey, but not the real thing. Emmanuel rolled the parchment up momentarily spying the writing on the back, "Representation of Middle Earth; by Jane Suntry; Happy Birthday Emmanuel!"
Emmanuel smiled faintly at the slowly fading script on the back. Jane was the only one who truly knew of his love of Lord of the Rings...and she was the only one who seemed to understand.
Struggling his tired body up he ran a hand through a tussle of red hair and over just as red rimmed eyes.
-A scientist's work is never done. - He thought wearily. Slowly he inserted his arms, one at a time, in an overly used lab coat. He paused to push a bit of loose thread under the cuff of his sleeve, too tired to cut or pull the thread out.
He took a last look at the map, rolled up on his kitchen table, "If only I were there," he whispered to himself.
Disclaimer (the sequel): I do not own any of the characters or situations of Lord of the Rings though I constantly delude myself of that fact.
The Disclaimer Strikes Back: Any similarity to actual characters or situations that are had by anybody reading should be sought out at the council of a psychologist immediately.
The Disclaimer Returns (last one, promise): It will take a while to get to action...to actually get to Middle Earth itself. Please be patient.
This is not a Marry Sue; if anything it might be a Harry Stu though.
And Now, Your Feature Presentation:
Prologue
Emmanuel Parlor sat looking sternly at the map in front of him. His eyes scrutinized the names of places and blobs of color. He traced one slender finger along the letter R. The red ink, sturdy beneath the natural oils of his fingertip, went straight up and curved slowly down back towards itself and marched straightly down again forming the letter gracefully.
He sighed. Though he admired the artwork that had been put into the map he knew it was nothing more than that, a map. It was a mirror, a reflection of a place, and a representation of a journey, but not the real thing. Emmanuel rolled the parchment up momentarily spying the writing on the back, "Representation of Middle Earth; by Jane Suntry; Happy Birthday Emmanuel!"
Emmanuel smiled faintly at the slowly fading script on the back. Jane was the only one who truly knew of his love of Lord of the Rings...and she was the only one who seemed to understand.
Struggling his tired body up he ran a hand through a tussle of red hair and over just as red rimmed eyes.
-A scientist's work is never done. - He thought wearily. Slowly he inserted his arms, one at a time, in an overly used lab coat. He paused to push a bit of loose thread under the cuff of his sleeve, too tired to cut or pull the thread out.
He took a last look at the map, rolled up on his kitchen table, "If only I were there," he whispered to himself.