This story is about a family whom are the key-holders and Gatekeepers between our world/Wizarding World and Middle Earth. Adventure, friendships, and love drive this tail forward, but… there is More to The Story than meets the eyes and ears. OC's and real characters.
More to The Story takes place in Middle Earth during the time of the Hobbit, which coincides with the Second Wizard War. Gatekeeper, Ruben, and his witch wife, Priscilla Paisley are passing the duties onto their two children, and when the time comes, pass it to their children. When a grandchild receives a vision that their family is in great danger and the Wizarding War is building, they decide to flee to Middle Earth, closing the Gate to protect it from the Dark Lord. Only not everyone will make it and others will become separated from the remaining family. Their quest is to find their family, and assist a small company of dwarves in reclaiming their home.
I do not own anything from the Hobbit or Harry Potter; only the OC's and their story. All Harry Potter/Hobbit references and characters belong to J.K. Rowling and J. R. R. Tolkien.
Jordan and Karah had been sitting in the cage nearly thirty six hours. The trolls were afraid that they would be able to escape from it, so they chained their ankles to each other, and suspended the cage by a rope fifteen feet off the ground. The miserable chain on their ankles was long enough to walk around the small cage. It was the size of a jail cell and it looked like one. There was a wood floor and a wood lid, with metal bars locking them inside. The door to the cage was in the bars with a large lock on the outside.
It was nearly impossible to see anything outside the cage. The trolls took the torch and there were no holes in the cave to allow any light in. The girls' eyes had grown accustomed to the darkness that they could see each other and their bags that they desperately wanted.
Both girls were terrified and anxious. The night was almost over and soon the trolls would return. They planned to eat them that evening. But when they woke up and went to relieve themselves, they heard some commotion nearby. They decided to save the girls for a snack later, and enjoy a feast of horses instead.
The tight chain cuffs were cutting into their skin. They spent the whole night trying to break the lock, or fit their feet out of it, but it was no use. Their only chance to escape would be when the trolls came back and removed the chains. If only the trolls had been stupid enough to leave the cage on the ground they would have been able to reach their bags with a stick that was close by. Inside their bags, were the wands.
Jordan and Karah were witches from earth and cousins by Jordan's mom and Karah's dad being sibblings. They had travelled to Middle Earth with their family to escape the Second Wizarding War. When they tried to cross a river, the cousins were washed downstream by the strong currant. When they finally made it to shore, their family was a long way away and it was nearly sundown. They decided to wait the night out and look for them in the morning. They were sleeping and were disturbed by the sound of thumping and banging of large animals. Animals indeed. The trolls were returning to their cave and found them. It was too late in the morning to eat them, so they brought them back to their stench filled cave for later.
"Well, so much for living a new life." Karah glared at the wall across from them.
I'm not going down without a fight. Jordan replied with her hands as she paced. Her anger and frustrations were superseding the fear and pain from the cuff.
She ran her fingers through her hair, frustrated in the situation. She just cut it before she left home with her band; before it was a long wavy mane of blonde highlights. Now, one side was cut short like a pixie and gradually blended to the longer side that reached a little below her chin. The short side showed off her collection of seven stud earrings along her cartilage and the small dangle in her lobe. Her other ear did not have as many piercings, only three plus the dangle. She got most of her tattoos while she was on tour and had her first two touched up just before she came home. Currently she was wearing a grey tank top with a red and black plaid shirt half way buttoned, dark denim jeans, and black tennis shoes. Her favorite knit grey hat was in her bag along with her warm blue-purple cloak.
She was a mute. She could hear well enough, just could not talk; cursed as a child to never be able to speak out loud. Her parents took her to every healer possible and they all told her that there was nothing they could do. In order to communicate she became fluent in American Sign Language, as well as Signed Exact English for her family in England. She also carried a small grease board and marker to write for those who did not sign. Or one of her family members would translate for her. Initially she was always angry and frustrate that she could no longer talk, but she learned to channel those feelings into music. Her favorite instrument to play was the drum kit and it was her best. She also played the acoustic guitar, ukulele, and learned to send electrical currents into an electric guitar. She drabbled in piano, but she needed more practice. She had been a part of an alternative rock band, Fake It with a Smile, until recently.
Karah was much more conventional. She kept her dark auburn hair long; it went several inches past her shoulders. She was about two inches taller than her cousin, but she was more on the dainty side. She did not have any tattoos or extra piercings like Jordan did. She also wore dark denim jeans and blue tennis shoes, black t shirt and a large slate colored sweater with the Paisley Clan Tartan as a scarf. Her cloak was such a light pale pink it looked almost white. She was more of the classy girly girl type, and Jordan was more unconventional and musician hipster.
Karah was a Seer. She would get visions of the future in all sorts of ways. Sometimes she would just space out and it would play out like a movie in her mind. Other times it would happen from a dream. She was could read tea leaves and palms and be accurate. That was her favorite way of getting to talk with new people. She would read their palm and give them only good news to make their day. She did not involve herself with card readings or the crystal ball. She had her favorite tools and did not typically stray from them.
"Will you stop that?" Karah asked angrily. "Your pacing is not helping what's so ever."
Jordan sat down next to her and hands did her speaking for her. I'm sorry. We just need to think about what we could do.
"We've thought all night," Karah pointed out. "What we need is a miracle."
The sound of the door unlocking and creaking open startled them. The trolls had returned! Now it was only a matter of time until they became troll food. Their hearts were pounding, fear and dread were over taking them. They backed up as far away from the door as possible, keeping silent as to not draw attention. Whoever it was left the door opened to let in sunlight.
Relief swept over the girls. No trolls, but a new terror came. What if the newcomers were just as or more dangerous?
"What's that stench?" a voice asked.
"It's a troll-hoard, master dwarf. What did you expect?" Another older voice answered.
Jordan and Karah exchanged confused glances and wondered, dwarf?
"Be careful what you touch," the second voice stated.
There were many voices all making gagging and coughing sounds. Jordan and Karah did the same thing when they entered the cave. Now they had been inside of it that they were used to the smell. As they approached, they heard them rummaging through the random stuff.
"Seems a shame to leave all of this beautiful gold and treasure lying around." A third voice mopped. "Anyone could find it and take it."
A fourth voice replied. "Most certainly. Nori, get a shovel."
Nori? Was that a name? How many people were down there? Were they thieves? Cave robbers? The girls thought. Karah appeared to be glued to the floor. Jordan decided to take action. Carefully and as quietly as she could she inched her way to the door of the cage to see below.
"Wait!" A fifth voice whispered fiercely. "I don't believe we are alone in here."
Damn! Not quietly enough! Jordan cursed herself as she froze looking down.
"What's this?" the second voice asked. He found the hook that the rope was tied to. He followed it with his eyes and saw the cage, and saw Jordan staring down at him. "What have we here?"