Alright this is my first 10th walker story ever bare with me.

Updated *4/25

Disclaimer: obviously don't own LOTR but I do own Míriaell

Míriaell's POV:

6 months ago

Flashing red and blue lights go off behind me as I pull my 2017 Cobalt over to the side of the road. Groaning I run my hand over my face. This wouldn't be good not at all not at all.

The officer steps up to my window. I quickly assess him. Tall, brown hair- covered with a hat. Walking slowly- he hates working 3rd shift. Flashlight in right hand, no wedding band on either. He's about 6'2 and he has wrinkles around his forehead meaning he frowns a lot. So he's an unhappy man. Damn I feel just like motherfucking Sherlock the homie.

I rolled it down and spoke, "Hey there officer lovely night for a drive right." Is what I thought I said.

When in reality...

"I'm drunk shh don't tell anyone offisure Pe-penay. Omg are you a woman?! You've transition so well ma'am haha I mean sir"

"Ma'am I'm going to need you to step out of the vehicle," penny boy spoke.

Who's even on the penny? It's not Bill Nye that's for sure.

"You'll never catch me copper!!!" I stepped on..the brake.

SLAM!!! That was the sickening crack of the cell bars as they hit against eachother and the door opened.

'Bail bond has been paid for a Míriaell Carrington.'

"About time you guys let me out. I won't forget you guys woo," I strolled out doing finger guns at my fellow inmates. I was feeling good.

That was until I heard the wicked witch's shrill voice say my name, "Míria Anastasia Carrington Larson!"

"Mother how nice of you stop by and get me. It's only been an entire night," I smirked and grabbed my possessions stomping out to her car.

She followed quickly heels clicking on the pavement, "Well you try getting a call at 3am saying your 25 year old daughter has been pulled over again for drinking while driving! You were going 80 in a neighborhood. What the hell."

"Anthony heard from Carol who heard from Colleen who heard from Chaz who heard that Aria said I couldn't get from the end of Umbridge street in less then 30 seconds. Crazy don't they know I'm a mother fu-,"

"Míria please. I cannot keep up with these antics. You're an adult. You must learn responsibility. One day you will get married and have children. And they will ask you how you were as a child they will look up to you! And what will you say?"

"That I was freaking awesome and that grandma was a delusional old bat who thought they'd one day exist," I laughed.

"Míriaell please grow up."

"You forget we're 16 years apart mother," I smirked and leaned back.

"And you forget your tongue child. Now I'm bringing you back to our house. You are to be on house arrest until we reach your court date. Jail time would do you well," she sneered.

"Oh mother the love we share is unconditional. Do tell me they got me a ankle bracelet with fur on the inside those last two sucked ass," I pouted.

"Love has nothing to do with this. Your father would be disappointed if he saw what you've become. Your grandmother too," she shook her head.

My father. He left us before my first birthday, told mom he wasn't ready to be a dad. Said being 17 was enough for him, pathetic if you ask me. Love was disgusting my mother always tried to push the idea onto me. To find love and get married and have children. I'd rather have a year long period than to have a satanic spawn exit my body. Don't get me wrong I've slept with a few guys but I didn't get attached easily. Because people can leave you at any moment, much like my father did to my mother.

And yes we actually do get along but not when I'm in trouble obviously. I had just got off parole and wanted to have a drink with my friends didn't think I'd get too wild. Oh well you live and you learn. Unless you're me then you don't. And as for my grandmother well she's dead in the ground where the crazy lady deserves to be.

Sorry but nobody eats the last hot pocket and gets my forgiveness.

3 weeks have no passed and the court gave me two options jail time or community service. Isn't that just a basket of balls. I obviously picked jail time but my mother insist I do the reasonable thing and give back to my community. And so I guess I did.

Six months later

I'm soaking wet. And damnit not in the good way. I was late to my care giver job, yes this what the courts thought would be best for me.

Okay actually I was supposed to work at a shelter but after 4 dogs got lose, and I got locked in one of the cages- do not ask how- this was it. Okay no I tried daycare after that but you can only drop a kid so many times. The nursing home apparently doesn't like when you steal walkers and race your friends. And I won't even tell you what happened in the soup kitchen.

So this old lady was my last hope or it would be jail time. All I had to do was to spend time with this old lady for 2 hours a day and I just so happened to also take care of her. And hell no I don't wipe her wrinkly ass...I pat.

Anyway I was late because my alarm didn't go off and so I slept in and because I slept in I missed the bus and because I missed the bus I was walking through the rain- well running through the rain. I finally arrived at my destination. Miss. Gavernson's house, it was small with horrible peeling shillings and a really ugly red door. I really should have someone repaint it for her. Unlocking the door with my spare key I walked inside, my red hair drenched and stuck to my face.

My blue and white bow rainboots covered in mud, my light blue jeans now dark and my white hoodie completely ruined from the water and mud. I looked into a small mirror that hung on the side of the entryway. Grey eyes blood shot from walking through the rain. All in all I look like a drowned dog.

"You are late..again," an old raspy voice came from the sitting room.

"I am not late, for I simply arrived at the time I believed early for me and it would seem late for you," I shuffled into the sitting room.

Plastic covered pink couches aligned the border with a fluffy pink rug, and in the middle sat Miss. Gavernson rocking away in her old wooden chair.

"I once knew a wizard who would say such a thing," she grumbled.

Now I like the old lady don't get me wrong but did I mention Miss. G has been off her rocker for about 30 years? It said she disappeared when she was 20 and came back screaming about dragons and hobbits and dwarves. Most have summed up she was kidnapped and probably suffers memory lost. She's however adamant she went on an adventure. I just play along because I'm pretty sure she did some hard drugs and that's why she's so trippy.

"Ahh yes wasn't his name Gandalf. You were telling me about him yesterday," I hummed out sitting in the chair next to her closing my eyes.

"Yes yes Gandalf! And Bilbo and..Thorin. I do miss them all. Oh Míriaell what I wouldn't give to go back," she sighed.

I'm still pretty sure when she took the hard drug trip she was binge reading The Hobbit books, because I couldn't understand why she compared them to a fanstay story? I had never read it no, but I was informed upon being assigned her that I wasn't to break her imagination.

"I'm sure you'll go back someday Miss. G. You just have to be patient," I smiled slightly.

"Míriaell. I won't be here much longer, I shall be departing west soon. Going to be with my family, my children. My husband. This shall be our last talk," she murmured.

I wasn't informed she was married with children but maybe it was in her head. And our last talk? I am confused now.

Was she dying? Do I call someone?

While I was deciding if I should she started seizing. Alright so now I definitely should call right? She then began convulsing. This I believe is when I call now huh?

I jumped from the chair and went to her quickly. I dialed 911 as I reached down to her, trying my best not to touch her and keep calm as she continued shaking.

"Hello yes? Um my friend is having a seizure! Um no I don't know what caused it. Okay it's blue? Should it be blue?! What do you mean stop yelling!! Wait- she's stopping. Her breathing is getting shallow. I think she's dying hurry please!!"

I told the lady her address quickly and then sat my phone down checking her pulse, it was still there but faintly so.

"Miss. G come on don't die on me, stay with me let's talk about Gandalf yea," I muttered with tears.

I kept checking her pulse, and then it was gone. She was gone. I closed my eyes and cried, hot tears streaming down my face.

Then suddenly she gasped out a gulp of air and then grabbed my hand, pulling my entire body towards her. Her eyes were a milky white color and her pupils were gone. A dark voice left her body as she spoke.

When the first one is reborn,

a marked child shall usher forth

the end of darkness and despair.

And when that time comes and what's shrouded is revealed, it shall be then

when the mark of the one

becomes the mark of many

a woman of grey shall

bring forth the rise of nature.

Upon that day the moon turns blue,

the prophet shall cause a shift in power

and the downfall of two kingdoms.

And yet there will come a day when

a kingdom shall once again

have a king and the young one

shall mark an aeon of

fortune and the rise of hope.

And then she was gone again. I let out a scream as I heard the ambulance arrive outside. They burst through the door and started checking her vitals.

I began backing up into the corner my grey eyes wide in fear. I'd never seen anybody die in front of me but worst of all, I'm probably getting arrested cause my meal ticket is on the ground.

I ran out ignoring the shouts of the first responder and I kept running and running until the tears on my face were mixed with the harsh rains.

I kept running until suddenly I couldn't run anymore. I felt my legs grow heavy as I continued running. It was starting to rain harder now, I'm sure it was hail. I fell onto the pavement. and screamed. I screamed for Miss. G dying, and for whatever happened after she'd gone. I screamed for my sake. I screamed for my stupidity to run. I screamed until my throat burned and my eyes raw. I stood up again legs shaky but soon fell to the ground.

All I remember was my head hitting the curb and a crack.

I woke up 3 hours later home in my bed. My mother found me. Miss. G had indeed died, but lucky me I wasn't getting jail time. So I think I need a drink.

So first chapter guys!!! Updated and revised hopefully the grammar is good.