Hello! Plot may surly not be my expertise. But once again, I have the urge to write. To think up my own, unique, stories lines and play with it until my readers are engaged with amusement – maybe even emotion for the characters - and are tangled in a virtual reality. Okay maybe I'm won't be able to do that.......but nevertheless, it is entertaining – yet terribly difficult at times – to dive down into my thoughts and put them on screen. So here I am once again. Typing out a piece of fiction that hopefully – and I pray - will touch the emotions of the readers. Wish me well as I do you.......I will sure need it.

Disclaimer: I don't own Lord of the Rings or any of it's characters, places, objects...... You know what? Just to make this easier on everyone – including myself – I will just say this: I own nothing. There, I said it.......period.......end of discussion.

Rating: PG-13 (for language)

P.S. While writing this first chapter I did my best to keep Calin from being a Mary-Sue. And I think I did well at that. Yes, she is different and she is pretty much shunned for it. But she accepts things. She doesn't fight them, cry about them, and whine about them like a Mary-Sue would. But this WILL be a Legomance. So just to warn you if you don't like that.

Here we go. And the story begins.


'How the hell can this be happening to me?!' Calin thought to herself as she scurried through the bustling streets of Minas Tirith. She was definitely angry. No wait.......that would be an understatement. The girl was fuming! Pushing and pulling, she made her way through the terrible crowds that were so coincidentally placed right before where she needed to get. 'This city will cause the end of me! What is with all these people?' she screamed to herself mentally as she was beginning to be ever-so-rudely trampled over. Calin let out a groan as the people shrieked and yelled around her causing her ears to throb with pain. Reaching out her arms, she dug her nails into the arms of the people around her and pulled herself closer to her destination. "Excuse me!" someone yelled to her. Calin's eyes darted around, searching for the owner of the voice. She turned to find a raggedy man staring right back at her, his hands placed on his hips. He opened his toothless mouth to speak once again, but Calin cut him off.

"I don't want to hear it!" she yelled over the booming noises of the pack of wild animals, while waving her finger in the air. "Damn people!" Calin said to herself. The dirty man held up his hands in defense and turned from her, muttering something about people and how they could be so rude. Calin huffed with impatience and swung around on her heel, facing the shop once again. Clenching her hands into fists she became determined to reach the final stop. The boiling girl – with anger - inhaled a large breath and exhaled, stomping right straight to the shop in front of her.

When Calin finally arrived at the front the malicious crowd - after going through such torture - she threw up her arms and sighed. Scanning the building, she found it to be quite dead inside. There was no one inside and the room was dark. Slowly she walked up to the door and brought her arm up, snatching away the note that was on the door. After reading the note thoroughly - and many times again - Calin tightened her jaw with disgust. Crumbling the paper, she threw it to the hard and cold ground. 'That little warg!' Calin thought to herself as she turned and breathed her last before fighting the monster that was the crowd.

Soon after freeing herself from the vicious pack of people, she walked as far away as possible as she could. "Why had he not come?" she murmured to herself as she walked slowly down the quieter streets of Minas Tirith. Calin was not typically a paranoid worrier, but when it came to her best friend, she would get all tangled up with worry when something would go wrong. Giving into her temptations, she stopped and turned in the direction of her best friend's home. 'He better be there,' her thoughts snapped at her. "What was so important that he needed to tell me anyway?" she uttered as she lifted her arms in the air.

The sun shone down on Minas Tirith today, with sparkling warmth. To keep the heat from bothering her too much, she tied up her waist length, blonde locks into a bun. The birds were singing as she made her way down the stone road, causing her to grimace. 'They are so happy. Why?' she thought to herself as she kept walking. "Because they have a reason to be," she sneered quietly at herself. Calin wasn't – as some would call it – a very 'happy' person. She could be utterly cold.......and most of the time.......was. Many looked down upon her as if she was one without a heart. That she had an empty soul. That she was just a disturbed and annoyed person wandering the streets of a large city. And true. She was a disturbed and annoyed girl that wandered the city. But she did have heart. Well.......at least she could have heart when she wanted to.

Her cold and distant personality had nothing to do with family problems, for she had none of those. Her family was a wonderful as could be to her. She just always felt alone. Like no one would relate to her in the way she wanted. Like she was a little mouse scurrying along in a field filled with felines. Calin felt as though she was chased after. 'Just because I'm a little different!' she thought to herself. For indeed, she was different. Not many women rode horses and – literally – burned every dress that came to them. That is how she was. And she had no problem with it. Of course, the others did though.

One certain day, Calin was riding her horse, Aaweth, a huge smile plastered upon her face. She dismounted the horse back at the stables and began to brush it with a wire brush. Before she knew it, a little girl was asking her a question and the mother pulled her away, telling the daughter that Calin was different and that she wanted her to keep a distance. Calin just snickered and went on with her business. That was definitely not the first time something like that had happened and wasn't the last. Over time she had learned how to ignore the opinions of others, but somehow they did seep into her slowly. Like the sun shining brightly through a tiny hole in a wall, quietly evading her space. Yes, she tried and could ignore it, but the emotions started to build up in her.

After going through so many years of shunning towards her, she became cold and unhappy. (And the disgust towards her had nothing to do with her looks. She was neither beautiful nor disgustingly appalling. To tell the truth, Calin was a very average looking girl, no more beautiful than the girl next door. She was normal.) Calin was not always like this – cold and unhappy. No, she used to be a content, joyful, young girl. Well, at least to a certain point. The dresses had gotten to her. The manners had gotten to her. The 'rules' had gotten to her. Couldn't she just be herself? According to others, that was a 'big fat no'! And she hated it. So she separated herself from anyone and everyone.

And within her darkness one blustery autumn day, she was found. Calin had found a refuge.......a friend. His name was Seon. Seon came to her like a squirrel finding acorns in the dark. It was most natural, yet a large coincidence. Seon had accidentally bumped into Calin at the horse stables. He was looking to sell his horse and Calin was interested. After doing business together they would see each other around the stables. Slowly they began to talk and open up to each other. But Calin – being her distant self – took much more time to get used to a friendship. Many times Seon had told her that she was herself and he liked that. He would tell her that he didn't care what other people thought. At first Calin would throw the things he told her away. She would turn from him and lock her mind away in a dungeon, trying her best to keep safe and not get hurt in the end. But Seon wasn't so easily persuaded. He nudged and pulled until he made his way into her heart. After much fighting and pushing, he became her friend.

Calin had made Seon promise late one evening after riding their horses in the fields that he would never turn his back on her and Seon agreed swiftly and surly. He had very much doubt that he could ever hurt her for he cared so much. At that moment in time, Calin had realized that not everyone was out to get her. That some people could be her friend. It's a sad thing that someday in the future Seon would go against his word.


Slowly, Calin lugged up the steps to Seon's front door and knocked. She waited, but no answer came. Calin lifted her fist and knocked again. Nothing. After a long inner battle on what she should do, she sluggishly cracked open the door and stepped in the home, shutting the door behind her. The house was quiet and dark. The very air she breathed was still and held a stagnant fume to it. The fume of sadness.......of drear. After pushing a wavy lock of hair from her face she called out. "Seon?" she started, her voice shaking. "Where are you?" Calin took a couple steps into the home to find it empty of people. With a huff, she turned to meet the face of Seon and let out a surprised screech.

"Hello Calin," he muttered quietly.

"I'm going to kill you, you warg!" Calin replied in mock anger. Seon cracked a smile and Calin pressed on. "Where were you?! You were supposed to meet me at your family's shop!" Seon sighed and walked to the table, sitting down. Something was wrong and Calin could sense it. Soon Seon looked to meet the gaze of Calin, his eyes sparkling with tears. Before she could think, Calin's feet were running to Seon and embracing him in a hug. "What is the matter?" Calin asked her voice filled with worry for her friend. Seon backed away and sat back down, motioning Calin to do the same. After she had taken her seat he inhaled sharply and rubbed his face.

"I have something.......i-important to tell you," he started. Calin blinked. Seon stared at the wooden table like he had forgotten all time and setting around him. Calin blinked again.

"Yes?" she pressed, raising her eyebrows and thinking that he was probably blowing a small matter into huge proportions. He sighed deeply and nodded.

"I.......I.......I'm moving." Calin gasped and her grip on the seat tightened. The gaze of Seon never broke from the table until she shot a reply back at him.

"What?!" Calin screamed, trying to erase what she had just heard.

"I'm m-moving," he repeated, with a blank stare and an emotionless voice.

"No, I heard you........what I-I meant.......to say is.......why?! And w-where?!" Calin's voice ripped through the still air like a knife through water. The lean body of Seon shook at her shrieks and he pressed his eyes shut tightly.

"I'm moving to the lands of Rohan. My family is going and I.......must go with them," he answered, his voice getting shaky.

"Rohan......" was all Calin said – almost like a question - after he let out the truth. At that moment, memories of her and Seon came flying about in her mind. She saw the day they met all over again. She saw them riding through fields, laughing and carrying on. Everything they went through together came tossing into her mind at that very moment. Now she was the one blowing it out of proportion. 'I must get through this! Be happy for him! He is to embark on a new and pleasurable life!' Calin thought to herself as she began to fidget in her chair. After a large sigh and much thinking, Calin looked up to meet the gaze of Seon. "I wish you well," she choked out. Seon smiled and got up, pulling her into a hug.

"I shall come visit you whenever I can," Seon whispered into her ear. Calin only smiled and embraced him tighter.


The ceiling was awfully uninteresting that night as she lay in her bed. So many thoughts were flying to and fro inside her skull. Her best friend was leaving. Okay, yes, it was sad. But he was going to be happy there. Seon had always hated Gondor, and Calin knew it. He had always wished of leaving and becoming part of the Rohirrim – to ride his horse night and day, protecting the lands of Rohan. Calin couldn't help but smile for her friend. But in a way she was devastated also. Seon leaving meant she had to start all over again. Calin had to face the realm of Gondor alone. 'I will be fine.......' Calin told herself over and over again with a smile still plastered across her dull features.

The thought that tomorrow was the day she was going to the top of Minas Tirith dawned on her then and she almost jumped with joy. To say the least, she was very overjoyed about going to meet King Elessar. Well.......she wasn't exactly going to meet him, but she was hoping to catch a glance of the war hero. A family member of Calin's – more specifically her cousin - worked for the King and Queen. Neling – who was her older cousin – had always known about Calin's dreams of seeing what her eyes' had never lay upon before. So out of thought and heart, Neling got King Elessar to agree and invited her dear cousin to come visit her at her job. Calin's mind swirled with images that her imagination had drawn out of what the view of Gondor would be like from the top of Minas Tirith. She had dreamed about how she would look upon the famous white tree and be fascinated by it's color. And tomorrow she was to have her dreams come to life. Only she did not know that such a little voyage would lead her to her fate.



If anyone is wondering, Calin is in her late twenties by now – maybe 30 - so she is mature - okay maybe not totally - .......just really cold and distant to most others. I really hoped that you all liked it! Again, this is a Legomance!

Please review! And tell me the truth. But please, no flames.

.:kris:. =)

P.S. The thing with Seon leaving wasn't too melodramatic.......was it? I hope not!