Lord of the Rings fan fiction, first try.
Summary- Do not respond to this story unless you've read this.
Yes, this is a bit of a Mary Sue in that I'm sort of putting myself in the story, but by no means am I trying to pass myself off as perfect and she is not some moron who fell from the sky to land in Middle Earth. Rest assured, she is quite flawed. This will not do justice to Tolkein in any way, shape or form, so I thought I'd write a fair warning on that. Actually, this is more a fan fiction for the movies than the book, I haven't even read the whole series please don't yell at me but I did finish the first one, and this is only really of the first one.
Notes on Tolkein- entirely unnecessary to read.
There actually isn't much changed except I added some of my ideas to it to make it a bit more crowd pleasing. i.e. romance with the hottest member, some more adventurous things, much more character development and again, please don't yell at me. Tolkein was a genius, but he was more of a historian than a story teller. He wrote the Lord of the Rings almost like a text book and I found I didn't get to know any of the characters except superficial, physical things. For example, you know Frodo well enough, and you know Sam a bit I suppose, but you don't know Merry and Pippin at all, only that they are typical hobbits, same with Gimli, Legolas and even Aragorn isn't well developed. I definitely found the story lacking in that way. I would have been much happier getting to know the characters more than the races and landscapes of middle earth, but we all have different priorities when we read.
If you read all that, kudos and props and all that jazz is all I can say. Also, you will have a much better understanding of the story, and perhaps not be pissed off when you read it.
One last thing…haha funny story. I posted this a long time under the name Hand-me-down. The email I used for that account has since been raped by hotmail and now I have a nice, shiny NEW account
Also…I wrote the first two chapters when I was 16, and now I am just about 19. I revised the first two of course (slightly…too lazy to change a whole lot that I don't really like about it) but I imagine the rest of the story will head in a different direction than I'd originally planned (since I have long forgotten the original plan) Oh yeah, and I have forgotten pretty much anything that I read in the book that wasn't in the movie. And I haven't exactly been frequenting the LOTR fanfics lately, I'm mostly stuck on the Supernatural (tv show) section. So I don't know how many of these are out there, I'm sure a lot. Sorry for the inevitable (but unintentional) idea-stealing that will likely be taking place. I promise I don't mean to. Oh right, her name was Elrohiel but someone pointed out that that is almost the same as a character in tolkein's books (I thought I made it up, I swear…) so I changed it to Lillianna. shrug
You have been warned now on with the story.
Chapter one
The ancient gray-blue cart rattled along the road behind the fat brown pony. It contained several lumpy sacks whose contents could not be seen but for the occasional glimpse of a bright colour. The ruts in the old road were uneven and rather bumpy and the man steering the cart found himself being a bit jarred as they made their slow journey through the woods.
"Only a bit further to go, Croknie." The pony whinnied in response and trudged along.
The day had grown late before they reached the top of a hill overlooking the small town of Dellring, one of the lesser known habitations of men in Middle Earth. Knowing he would find less than an open-armed welcome in this place, the old man, known in these parts as Gandalf, descended the hill towards one of the houses on the outskirts of the village. They rounded a corner at the bottom of the hill and Gandalf found himself looking on a familiar house. He stepped down from the cart and walked towards the front door. Before he had the chance to knock, the door opened and he was ushered inside by a teenaged boy, the door shut behind him.
"She'll be down in a minute," came a voice from the kitchen, "Will you be staying the night?" it spoke again. A slightly pudgy but motherly looking woman stepped into view at the end of the hall of the old creaky house.
"My horse needs a rest and I daresay I do as well," Gandalf replied. The woman nodded and rushed up the stairs to prepare an extra bed. At that moment, a young woman, probably early to mid twenties came into view.
She wasn't beautiful, or fair, but she had a grace and composure in how she carried herself. Her complexion was a bit ruddy from all the sun it had seen mixed with the fresh dirt from a day's work in the home that would currently have her. Perhaps her most striking feature was her eyes, piercing blue and clear. They contained wisdom, but more from experience than age. There was a long white scar along her cheek-bone. Her hair an orangey-brown colour, it was held off her face in a messy braid that reached a few inches below her shoulders. She was fairly small but not slight, strength was evident in her form.
She practically bounded down the stairs to throw her arms around the elderly man's neck. They both were laughing and greeting each other until the girl pulled away and looked concernedly into his eyes.
"It's wonderful to see you, but why have you come? Gandalf the Grey does not lay visits lightly, there is something wrong, I can tell," her voice was worried but level.
"And Lillianna does not accept the company of an old friend without suspicion!" Gandalf smiled a bit using Lillianna's own chosen name. His smile faded as his eyes drifted around the small but welcoming room in which they stood. He then looked down and sighed, shaking his head. Lillianna continued to study his demeanor. "I must call upon your aid again. I am terribly sorry child, I know you were hoping to have a rest, and you certainly deserve it, but I am afraid that I must insist. This is bigger than anything you have ever done. It may prove to be the most challenging thing of your entire life, also the most important."
Lillianna took a moment to think as Gandalf watched her carefully. She had been living in this home for almost six months, they were her family, and she was hesitant to leave them. She needed time out of the world of elves and dwarves and war. Even the fast paced lives of most humans were too much for her. So much time had she spent at Gandalf's side, doing his bidding. Were it not for Gandalf she would probably have made her home in a town somewhere, but he taught her things she could never hope to know or do. She did so need a break, she was tired but Gandalf truly did need her; he would not lie or exaggerate on something like this. She looked up at him and smiled before speaking.
"You know I will help, I couldn't, in good conscience, refuse. Besides, it would only have been a matter of time before I began to crave adventure again," this was a lie, "And if what you speak is true, I suspect it shall take a very long time, be extremely dangerous and take more effort than ever before. Sounds like my kind of job. And after it is all over, when I find a home and finally have my rest, it shall be all the more rewarding."
"Then we shall leave at first light in the morning, I wish I could give you more time with these wonderful people to say goodbye, but I'm afraid time is of the essence…thank you, Lilly." He pretended not to see the tear forming in her eye.