Prologue (Part 1): The Drawing I Can't Remember


Sooooo, hiiiii everyone or anyone who might read this. While this might not be my first fanfiction, it is my first LOTR one and the first one on my new account. Feel free to read and review. Or don't. It's up to you. Enjoy!


Perfect. I leaned back in my office chair and surveyed the work in front of me. I wasn't much of an artist, but I could certainly draw when the urge set in. What lay before me was another character sketch that I could add to my portfolio of OC characters. I know most people hated Mary Sues, in fact I count my self amongst those people quite often, but that doesn't mean it wasn't fun for me to draw one for each of my favorite books, movies, or shows every once in a while. The one in front of me was the first, probably of many, for Lord of the Rings.

I was pretty satisfied as I took in her long black hair, so long it must reach past her hips at least. Come to think of it, the longest I usually draw my characters hair is to their waist, and that's pretty rare. I stick with shoulder-length or pixie cuts mostly so I don't have to imagine the character struggle with long hair. My character also had startling forest green eyes, a slender, feminine build, and small rounded ears.

In fact, the closer I looked at the drawing, the less I remember making it. She had a small heart-shaped face, a few freckles smattered here and there, but mostly clear, slightly tan skin, and demure dark pink lips placed in a smirk. Her clothes consisted of brown pants and a light green tunic-like shirt fit to her body by what looked like gold bands and such. She was carrying a silver bow and white arrows across her back and a short sword strapped to her belt. But none of that was weird, ignoring the fact that I don't remember drawing it of course. What was odd was the weird pale grey vine-like…tattoos crawling up her right arm. But that couldn't be right…could it? Why would I draw that…"MRRROW!"

I jumped at the shuffle of papers next to me.

"Jesus H. Christ, Danica, you scared the crap out of me," I almost yelled at my poor cat.

Her green-yellow eyes stared back unrepentant for a moment or two more before moving across my art. I absently scratched her black and white head before picking up her slightly lumpy body onto my lap and turning my chair to face the room.

She continued to purr as I took in the boxes surrounding me. It was hard to believe I was going to be leaving for college at the end of the weekend. I could hardly say I was excited, despite how much I yearned for my freedom. I had just turned nineteen two days ago due to my birthday being in August, and despite already technically being an adult, I am by no means ready to leave the nest.

I'm not clingy or anything, despite what you are thinking. It's just, I have two little siblings I'm not quite ready to let go of yet. I'm the middle child of eight kids, but as my older siblings left the house, I gradually became the old sibling myself to my one younger sister. Then, two years and half ago, the twins, the lights of my life, were born. It seemed to change everything. Babysitting them clearly showed me how to be responsible, but it also showed me that maybe I wasn't ready to leave home.

Not that I could exactly tell my parents or friends this. My parents have already sacrificed so much to pay for me to get into college and are so excited for me. My dad even called in a favor to get the college to allow me to bring Danica with me and bought her the plane ticket for the seat next to me. How could I break their hearts and tell them that their supposedly prodigy child didn't really know what she wanted to do with her life?

Exactly. I couldn't do that to them. So, with a fake smile, I packed up my stuff and got ready for a life I didn't want. Or maybe I do want it. I keep trying to tell myself that I won't know if I like it until I try it, but it hasn't really worked so far.

With a sigh, I stood up, completely forgetting the lump of cat sitting on my lap. She meowed angrily and clawed my pajama-clad legs, then wandered off to sulk on my bed. I was about to turn off the light and join her for some well-deserved sleep when the mirror caught my eye.

Walking up to it, I certainly felt inferior. To what? I have no idea. Maybe my thirteen year old sister? She had that whole blonde hair, blue eyes, tall thing going for her, while I was the complete opposite. Hell, even my drawing looked better than I did, with my muddy green-brown eyes, sallow skin and lips, and my shoulder-length, wavy brown hair. Picking up my hair, I almost scoffed out loud; the purple streaks I had put in a few weeks ago were already fading, leaving gross colored blonde streaks in their wake.

Another meow from direction of my bed had me grumbling, "Alright, alright, I'm coming. Don't get your paws in a twist." Cuddled up with my cat and my blankets, I finally settled in to sleep, not noticing the strange light twinkling in from between my blinds.


A/N: Hi, me again. Sorry. Ummm, so Aragorn isn't in here yet, but he will be within the next two chapters at least. Sorry its so short too, but I promise it will get longer.