Hi! It's me again! If you have already read one of the versions of this and are confused. Don't worry. This is the updated and more realistic versioin. As I said in the summary; this story is no Mary Sue, slash,and they don't join the Fellowship... At least. Not techically. This story goes by the book all the way. Except for little bits of the movie that I thought were cute to add in. ;) Please review. I do welcome flames, but PLEASE, let them be CONSTRUCTIVE flames. I hate flames that say 'your story sucks' w/o giving me any reason why they think so Thankyou very much!
-Rachael
Chapter 1
"Lilka, just read it!" Becca shoves the book in my face.
"That's okay, really. I don't need to read it." I reply as I shove the book back to her.
"No, seriously, read it! You'll love it! I promise!"
"The Lord of the Rings? Come on, like that would ever happen! That's like, the lamest book ever!" I retort.
"Don't say that, Lilka, it is not, and you know it! Just try and read it! I bet if you read this and did your book report on it, you're grades would get up higher." Becca says to me. She turns suddenly as a horn honks. "That's my mom, I gotta go. Just take the book. You can keep it. I have five other copies at home." Becca thrusts the huge book in my hands and bounds down the school steps to her mother's car.
"See ya!" She yells.
I wave wearily in return. Then I look at the book in my hands, sighing in frustration. I stuff it in my backpack. For all I know, I would probably never take it out again.
No offense to all you LOTR fans. I just am not interested in it. I mean, a ring that can destroy the whole world and a handful of midgets are on a mission to destroy it? Yeah, right, that's so realistic. Becca just doesn't get that I'm never going to like fantasies.
Becca and I met a couple of years ago when we went to summer camp. We went to the same school and everything, but we never really talked to each other. But we became best friends over that summer. The only thing that ever annoyed me was that Becca was constantly trying to make me read or watch LOTR. It gets so annoying at times.
So my name is Lilka, I know, weird name, but my mom is half-Polish. She loves the name. My dad does, too. I used to absolutely hate it, but over time, I've grown to like it. I'm 15 years old; not that that matters; everyone treats me like a child anyway.
I'm waiting on the school steps for my mom to pick me up and my twin brother, Caden.
Caden is not the brightest guy in the world. I mean, he can be if he wants to, but he doesn't want to, get what I'm saying? Right now Caden is having one of those not-so-bright moments. He is attempting to climb up the school wall to get on the roof.
"Caden, stop trying to climb that, you're going to kill yourself! " I call to him.
"I'll be fine, stop worrying yourself." Caden says hotly as he trys to find some extra footing on the brick wall.
"I'm serious, Caden, maybe you should really get down now." I say. I'm getting worried. His position on the wall looks weird, he looks like he could fall.
"I'll be okay, Lil," Caden says, turning to look at me. As he does, he loses his balance, and his grip, and tumbles to the ground.
"Caden!!" I yell as I stand up and shut my eyes. I don't want to see him land.
I never hear a thump.
I open my eyes, but he isn't there. I look at the ground, bewildered. What happened?
"Caden?!" I call softly, maybe he's playing a trick on me.
No answer.
He isn't anywhere. I walk over to where Caden would have landed. Did he just disappear into thin air? I step cautiously over to the wall.
I suddenly can't feel any ground, I look down and there is nothing under me. I'm falling.
I scream loudly, for help, for anyone. But none are here: I am alone.
I see a mixture of swirling colors. Where am I? I'm still falling, and I feel like I'm going to be sick.
The colors spin faster and faster, like a tornado, and I'm in the middle of it. I feel light-headed and dizzy.
I see black spots come now, faster and faster they pop up into my head. I'm about to faint….
And that is just what happened.
I wake up with 5 people surrounding me. They are wearing strange clothes and are very dirty.
My sight is still slightly blurry. I try to sit up, but I am overcome by dizziness and thump back onto the ground.
I guess I stopped falling. Or maybe that was only a dream. No, it couldn't be, if it was, then why was I in this strange place, with strange people gathered around?
"Where am I?" I ask quietly.
The people look confused. One speaks in a language I had never heard of. It's filled with strange syllables and sounds.
Oh great, they don't know English! How am I going to tell them I need to find my brother?
"Can you understand any English?" I ask them.
They look at me, very confused.
I guess they don't.
One of the strangers stand up. But… He's short! Really short! Like a midget! I sigh, very, very confused. Where in the world am I?
Striders' POV
We found this strange girl lying on the ground, unconscious. Her arm had been broken, and she had some bruises on her other arm and legs.
We are 4 days in our journey from Bree to Rivendell. 4 days already seems like eternity. We were in the wilderness, where none would dwell. Yet we found this lady, no more than 20 years of age, but she looked much younger. She is dressed in the strangest clothes, and she has colors on her eyelids. She has colored fingernails, and some sort of metal on her teeth. Beside her lays a bag. Not like a saddle-bag, or a pack.
Yet another one of the mysteries surrounding this girl. Frodo picked it up, and tried to open it, but it has some sort of magic around it. It cannot be opened.
Yes, she is the strangest girl I have ever seen. Sam helped me in making a rough splint for her arm, and we waited for her to wake up.
When she finally comes to consciousness, she immediately tries to sit up, but abruptly collapses on the ground again.
Now she speaks, but it is in a different language, one I have never heard in my life.
It isn't any sort of elvish, or Rohhirric, Orcish, or anything else I have ever heard before. It has no similar sounds, or anything else.
"Do you not speak the Common Tongue, lady?" I ask her. She looks at me blankly and says something else in her foreign language.
I shake my head. What are we to do with her?
She tries to say something else, but we return her with blank stares.
Pippin stands up and walks away. He has already given up on her.
I see the girl's eyes' widen as she sees Pippin's height.
She has never seen a hobbit before… I think to myself.
I decide to introduce myself. Maybe she can understand.
"Strider" I say, pointing to myself.
She sits up, and sways a little, but stays put.
"Strider." She repeats, pointing at me.
I nod and smile a bit.
I point to Frodo. "Frodo." I say. Frodo gives a small wave.
She smiles at him and repeats his name. Pippin walks back and introduces himself, then Sam and Merry does the same.
"Lilka." She says, pointing to herself. We all repeat her name, and she smiles.
Lilka is a very strange name; with foreign syllables and vowels. But after I whisper it to myself a couple of times, I get used to it.
We try other ways of communication, but no avail. She is obviously too scared and confused to try very hard.
I tell the hobbits to give her some air. They back away, and I help her stand. She then notices her arm.
"You have broken it." I say, even though she can't understand.
I stoop down to pick up a stick. I then motion to her arm, snapping the stick.
She nods her understanding, and winces as she tries to lift it up.
"Don't." I say, gently pushing her arm down.
She nods as if she understands.
Maybe,just maybe,she does have a chance here.
Sooo... How did'ja guys like it? Pleasereview! :D I also welcome any suggestions that will make it better! :D
-Rachael
