A/N: My first fanfic. I used to be absolutely obsessed with LotR, but I've mostly gotten past the obsession part. But I still really really really really like it. Like a whole lot. I'm getting into a sort of phase, and I figured I'd finally put some ideas I've had for a fic up here. Yeah, sorry.
This will undoubtedly be some sort of Mary-Sue, Tenth Walker, Legomance. But, hey. Those are what I like to read, and those are what I think about. So, yeah. I'm goin' with it. So don't flame too hard. And I haven't finished the outline yet, so bear with me. I decided I wanted to do this at some ridiculous hour of the night, and I was very tired, but in a very fanciful mood.
This will be based on the movies. It's been too long since I've read the books, and I don't like to get too technical with things like this. I mean, it won't get published, so it's simply for enjoyment.
Reviews are much appreciated, so, yeah. If you could do that for me, I'd give you cookies. Not the kind that pops up in your virus scans, but the imaginary ones. Thanks guys.
Chapter One: Shira Clarev
Shira was always very slow in the mornings. She had a habit of staying up later than she intended, and consequently refused to wake up in the morning. Thankfully, her only class on Thursdays was European History, and it didn't start until ten. She managed to crawl out of bed at eight thirty or so, and merely moved into the kitchen where she stirred a glass of chocolate milk quietly. Well, as quietly as one could actively stir chocolate milk.
Clink. Clink. Clink. Clink.
It was an entertaining noise, at least for her. If anyone else had made it, she would have probably snapped at them. However, she lived alone in her little apartment, and had herself for company.
She never ate solid food in the mornings. Her stomach was never settled enough for it. But she had discovered that chocolate milk gave a pleasant flavor and filled her up without making her nauseous. She took her time drinking it, reading a book as she did so. It wasn't until half an hour later that she hurriedly dressed in a pair of comfortable dark blue-jeans and a snug t-shirt. She glanced over herself in the mirror, checking to see if she'd gotten deodorant on the outside of her shirt when she pulled it on. She had a bad habit of putting the deodorant on before her clothes, and was rewarded with faint white stripes on her sides.
Luckily, today she had managed to ninja her way out of it while maneuvering the shirt on, and she felt quite proud of herself. One last glance at her face in the mirror gave her enough confidence to rush out of the bathroom and tug on her socks and converse before jogging out of the house. She had gotten half a block before she smacked herself in the forehead and turned back around. Quickly, she dove into her living room, grabbed her backpack, and then rushed back out.
Somehow, despite the fact that she had woken up two hours before class started, she only managed to get there as the professor entered. She flew into a seat near the front of the class and lowered the little desk piece of the auditorium chair's arm in front of her and rifled around in her backpack. She would have been concerned with how much noise she was making if everyone else hadn't been making any at all.
The professor was an older man, with salt and pepper hair and a rather interesting white goatee. He always wore a black dress shirt, and black dress pants. She had never seen him wear the same tie twice, though. He assumed that all he had ever gotten for father's day, or even his birthday, had been ties- most likely from a very young generation. Her favorite had been one spotted with dancing bananas of various sizes and colors. In her opinion, he was probably the coolest old guy ever.
When he opened his mouth to begin the discussion- because he rarely lectured, and even then, only for brief intervals- his voice seemed to radiate through the entire room. Shira never slept in this class. It was impossible to. He spoke with no accent at all, but managed to keep from being monotone. Today's topic was deductive reasoning vs. the scientific method. Needless to say, Shira leaned mostly for the scientific side, despite the usefulness of average deduction.
The class seemed to fly by, disappointingly. And, at the end, they were all to write two essays- one arguing for each method. This way, they would be able to figure out the positives and negatives of each side. It seemed to be easy enough. It was the length that bothered Shira. She had never been a fan of homework. She worked better in a school environment. She'd once contemplated stealing one of those high school desks and sticking it in her living room.
Getting up from her seat, she tossed her stuff into her bag and tossed it over one shoulder before heading outside of the room. No work today! To be fair, part time computer maintenance wasn't so bad. She could handle computers. It wasn't like she was in the military, or trying to make some scientific breakthrough. Computers were easy to understand. There was no physical labor involved. She knew everything she needed to know already. It was easy.
But, instead of making her usual trip to the shop, she turned and walked into an Arby's. It was expensive and all, but it tasted so good. She made and received her order before sitting down at one of the tables and rummaging around in her bag. After retrieving her book, she leaned back and began to read, eating slowly, almost absently, as she did so. Now, that was an interesting story. Everyone had a purpose. Her life was so monotonous these days. And after college was over, she wouldn't even have the fast paced game she made of her grades. (The more points she earned, the better.) She sighed.
She couldn't really envy the characters, though. They had rough lives. She couldn't even begin to imagine what they were really enduring. After all, the style of writing gave more of a technical look at it than a real emotional one. Lord of the Rings was an unusually dry series of books. She secretly preferred the movies, being so fast paced. Her nerd pride would never let her admit that, though. Books were automatically the way to go.
Not that it really mattered. She had both, and could go home and watch all of the movies in a row if she wanted. Actually, that sounded like a grand old idea. But first, she had promised to visit her mom. Apparently she'd gotten a new boyfriend, and wanted to introduce them. Shira glanced at her watch, and then at the food on the table in front of her. Pushing her book to the side, she proceeded to eat at a normal pace, instead of the sloth-like one she had assumed previously.
Yum.
Yes, yes. I know. Very short. Seemed appropriate to stop here.
Also, I'm tired.
'Sides, it was just the introduction to our main character.
Hope you'll stick around for a bit.
Review if you like, but there's nothing really to review about.
(*Disclaimer: I do not own Lord of the Rings or anything associated with it. Don't hurt me.)
