Originally for this story, which came from a totally random idea that happened to pop into my head, was supposed to be a complete comedy. But then I realized that the story itself would be more effective if told in a more dramatic sense. Maybe I'm just bonkers, but anyway, here is the first chapter of my Lord of the Rings drama, The Last Thing I Need on Middle-Earth is a Fangirl
Note: This story will not tie in completely and totally with everything in the books and/or movies. While I'm trying to make things as truthful to the story as possible, please understand that I am not J.R.R. Tolkien and do not claim to be. My writing will be different and that may make some people dislike this story. I'm okay with that. But I am flexible with the source material, so please, know that this is not exactly like the books and/or movies. Thank you.
Aragorn sat by the campfire, shivering. He tried to warm his hands in the heat of the burning embers, but no comfort came. Perhaps his shivers were not the product of cold, but of dread.
"My own… My precious…"
The sudden voice almost made Aragorn jump straight into the air. Had it not been for him being a Ranger, he probably would have shot up and alerted whoever pursued him right then and there. Instead he poked at the lit kindling, pretending that he had heard nothing. The sound of soft steps reached his ears. Whoever was tracking him was skilled at the art of stealth. But then again, so was Aragorn.
He slowly, casually slid his hand towards the hilt of his sword. With a deep breath he prepared for the action about to unfold.
In one blazing fast motion he drew his sword and spun around, surprising the shadow creeping towards him. The stalker shuttered away into the underbrush.
Knowing that his enemy was now wide alert, Aragorn dropped back, both hands on his sword. He surveyed the bushes and shrubs surrounding his campsite. "Show yourself, and I will not harm you."
"They stole it… My own… My precious…"
A shrill voice. Aragorn's mouth twisted downward in disgust. "Gollum… I remember you. Come out, and I will not harm you!"
His pursuer crawled out of the underbrush. Aragorn gasped at what he saw.
This was not what he had expected.