Sadly I do not own any of the characters from LOTR however much I can
dream. Neither do I own the rest of the LOTRL's. I do however own Clara.
Because she's me. Lol
Prologue
Clara sighed and sat down on the patio. The sun beat down, but as with British spring time a light breeze blew. The young girl watched the guinea pigs as the scampered around in their run, chewing the grass as if any second it would just all disappear. The mood in the garden was light but it did not lighten Clara's mood.
She was bored. She'd got up early and it was still only half past 11. The days lately seemed to be dragging on. "Maybe," she had thought to herself, "Maybe if I spent most of my time sleeping then the day would come more quickly." But so far this hadn't happened. Still she woke up early and however long she lay in bed willing herself to fall back to sleep it didn't happen. So instead that morning she'd dragged herself, or rather stumbled, out of her bed and made a cup of tea. "Always important to have a caffeine dosage in the morning to keep oneself going." She muttered to no one in particular. Now she sat in the garden in her baggy jeans and bright pink top with her tenth cup of tea in her Hobbits mug set beside her, waiting to see if anything exciting would happen. It didn't.
Again she sighed and picked up the book next to her. She stared hard at the cover. It was black matt and had a green circle in the centre and around that were a few designs showed up glossy. Above this were shiny letters that lit up in the sun reading, "The Return of the King". Now more that ever did Clara wish that she and The Lord of the Rings Lovers lived in Middle Earth.
A fluttering of birds from the fence broke her from her concentration. Looking down the bottom of the garden she saw her cat stalking along the flowerbed. She clicked her fingers and he stopped dead, turning his eyes towards her. She stared at him for a minute and then he softly padded up. She stroked him and stared thoughtfully at the grass.
"Not long now." She said to him. "Then the LOTRL's will be descending on Southend. Mithrandir save everyone who we meet." And she laughed to herself.
She stood up and walked over to the run. As her shadow fell over them, the guinea pigs ran over to the other side. Clara rolled her eyes and took off the water bottle hooked onto the side. She turned back and started to walk up to the patio. But as she got a foot away something happened.
Her foot caught on a dip in the grass and she fell forward, the water bottle flying from her hands. The ground rushed up and she cried out, putting her hands forward to stop her (which would have been no good anyway). Her palms slammed down hard into the gravel that lined the foot of the step. Her arms buckled under her and her head slammed down on the concrete. A sharp pain shot through her head for a moment and then everything went black.
Prologue
Clara sighed and sat down on the patio. The sun beat down, but as with British spring time a light breeze blew. The young girl watched the guinea pigs as the scampered around in their run, chewing the grass as if any second it would just all disappear. The mood in the garden was light but it did not lighten Clara's mood.
She was bored. She'd got up early and it was still only half past 11. The days lately seemed to be dragging on. "Maybe," she had thought to herself, "Maybe if I spent most of my time sleeping then the day would come more quickly." But so far this hadn't happened. Still she woke up early and however long she lay in bed willing herself to fall back to sleep it didn't happen. So instead that morning she'd dragged herself, or rather stumbled, out of her bed and made a cup of tea. "Always important to have a caffeine dosage in the morning to keep oneself going." She muttered to no one in particular. Now she sat in the garden in her baggy jeans and bright pink top with her tenth cup of tea in her Hobbits mug set beside her, waiting to see if anything exciting would happen. It didn't.
Again she sighed and picked up the book next to her. She stared hard at the cover. It was black matt and had a green circle in the centre and around that were a few designs showed up glossy. Above this were shiny letters that lit up in the sun reading, "The Return of the King". Now more that ever did Clara wish that she and The Lord of the Rings Lovers lived in Middle Earth.
A fluttering of birds from the fence broke her from her concentration. Looking down the bottom of the garden she saw her cat stalking along the flowerbed. She clicked her fingers and he stopped dead, turning his eyes towards her. She stared at him for a minute and then he softly padded up. She stroked him and stared thoughtfully at the grass.
"Not long now." She said to him. "Then the LOTRL's will be descending on Southend. Mithrandir save everyone who we meet." And she laughed to herself.
She stood up and walked over to the run. As her shadow fell over them, the guinea pigs ran over to the other side. Clara rolled her eyes and took off the water bottle hooked onto the side. She turned back and started to walk up to the patio. But as she got a foot away something happened.
Her foot caught on a dip in the grass and she fell forward, the water bottle flying from her hands. The ground rushed up and she cried out, putting her hands forward to stop her (which would have been no good anyway). Her palms slammed down hard into the gravel that lined the foot of the step. Her arms buckled under her and her head slammed down on the concrete. A sharp pain shot through her head for a moment and then everything went black.