A/N: My attempt at serious fanfiction. This won't be a romance at first,
but a kind of sweet little friendship story. For those who don't know me
yet, this is my second attempt – hop over to my first and read The Mary-Sue
Story.
Disclaimer: I own Casey, but no one else. Sadly, they belong to Tolkein [or whoever owns the rights to the gorgeous characters … *bows down in worship*] Nor do I own the song featured in this chapter – it's Shakira. If you haven't heard it, you should, it ROCKS! The lyrics should be in italics by the way.
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Casey was walking home from school. It was an unusually sunny day in October, and she smiled to herself as she put on her headphones and switched on her Discman. Her favorite song began to blast out of the headphones – Shakira.
Lucky you were born that far away so
So we could both make fun of distance
Casey began to hum happily along to the tune. Her day had gone well – she had scored several A's in her homeworks, which she was very happy about. Not only that, but Jason, the school heart throb had told her that she had nice hair. And that was *definitely* something to be happy about.
Lucky that I love a foreign land for
The lucky fact of your existence
Baby I would climb the Andes solely
To count the freckles on your body
She grinned to herself. Every time she heard that last line, she always thought of Elijah Wood … now, if Elijah had told her she had nice hair instead of Jason…
Never could imagine there were only
Too many ways to love somebody
Yep, she was truly in love with Elijah Wood. That dreamy actor, with the huge blue eyes…
Lo ro lo le lo le
Lo ro lo le lo le
Can't you see I'm at your feet
At this point Casey crossed the road. She was so absorbed in the song lyrics, and how they related to her and Elijah, that she didn't notice a sports car speeding along the road. The driver, an agitated young man, did not notice Casey cross the road, but was screaming down his mobile phone.
Whenever, wherever
We'll learn to be together
At the chorus, Casey turned the volume up, and closed her eyes, trying to imagine herself on some desert island with Elijah Wood…
I'll be there and you'll be near
And that's the deal my dear
Casey didn't notice the car crash into her, and knocking her into the air. She landed, some feet away from the car. Pain shot through her body and her vision became blurred. The young man had jumped out of his car and raced to the girl's side.
They're over you're under
You'll never have to wonder
Her breathing became raspy. Strangers knelt by her side, and were calling her, trying to stop her bleeding. But it was too late.
We can always play by ear
But that's the deal my dear
"Oh my god…" The young man's eyes filled with tears. She couldn't be dead.
But she was. A woman, who was kneeling by the fallen girl's side, looked up.
"Hey, I know you from somewhere – you're the guy in "The Faculty" aren't you? Elijah Wood?"
The young man nodded slowly, frozen. He had just killed someone. The scene before him blurred before his eyes, as he focused on the fallen girl. His sight and sound merged together – blood and the off-chorus manic depressive sound of the ambulance.
Casey opened her eyes, and took a deep gasp of breath. And sat up. She was lying on a large white bed, wearing a white beaded robe. Before her stood the most beautiful, elegant woman she had ever seen in her life. The woman had long, crinkly, blonde tresses, which fell around her like little waterfalls.
Casey licked her dry lips and said, "What happened?"
The woman smiled. For a moment, sadness clouded her eyes.
"It is always sad when a young life is plucked from Earth," she murmured.
Casey couldn't believe it – one minute she had been crossing the road, and now – she was dead?
She took in her surroundings. She was on a large white bed, as said before, which was on top of a shiny marble floor. This served as a sort of platform, nestled snuggly in the boughs of a large tree. Surrounding this were even more trees, taller and all beautiful.
"Am I – am I in Heaven?" she asked.
The woman smiled again.
"Almost," she murmured, "almost."
Casey did not understand her answer.
Later that day, the woman revealed more to her.
"You are in Middle-Earth – it is a land that is not different from yours in some ways, but in others, extremely different."
"Okay, so why am I here? And not…" Casey paused to find the right words. "Dead?"
The woman replied, "You have a purpose to fulfil – a destiny. It is one that you cannot serve on Earth, but you can here – but not as a human." The woman led Casey to a pedestal, and on top of this was a large silver bowl. Casey leaned over and peered in, as the woman took an ornate jug and began to fill this up with water.
"Will you look inside the mirror?" she asked, pouring in the crystal water.
"What will I see?" asked Casey hesitantly.
"All that you need to know," the woman replied, as the last drop fell into the bowl with a small splash.
Casey looked.
The woman began to tell her of the story on the One Ring, while the mirror showed Casey images from her tale.
"… And so the Ring has been passed down to Frodo Baggins of the Shire. He is the Ring Bearer." The mirror showed a handsome little hobbit, with unusually large eyes, sitting in a cart and smiling to himself. Casey was attracted to him immediately.
The mirror clouded over – that was all that it was prepared to reveal.
"So, what's my destiny?" asked Casey.
"Your destiny is to protect the ring bearer. But as a guardian angel. You shall not be visible to him or anyone else – but he will be able to sense your presence nearby. Elves may also be able to sense you. You have the power to heal, and to harm others that pose as a threat to Frodo."
Casey gulped. It sounded like a lot for a poor, supposedly dead teenage girl to take in.
"Right now Frodo is in Rivendell, the home of the Elves. He has just been mortally wounded from the sword of a Ringwraith. Even Elrond's powers may not be able to heal him. Only you can."
"When do I start?"
The woman smiled again, adding to her ethereal beauty.
"Right now…"
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A/N: Mwahaha. So what do you think? Click the lower left button to leave your thoughts or ramblings on, whether I should carry on or not. Or just tell me what you think.
Disclaimer: I own Casey, but no one else. Sadly, they belong to Tolkein [or whoever owns the rights to the gorgeous characters … *bows down in worship*] Nor do I own the song featured in this chapter – it's Shakira. If you haven't heard it, you should, it ROCKS! The lyrics should be in italics by the way.
==================================================
Casey was walking home from school. It was an unusually sunny day in October, and she smiled to herself as she put on her headphones and switched on her Discman. Her favorite song began to blast out of the headphones – Shakira.
Lucky you were born that far away so
So we could both make fun of distance
Casey began to hum happily along to the tune. Her day had gone well – she had scored several A's in her homeworks, which she was very happy about. Not only that, but Jason, the school heart throb had told her that she had nice hair. And that was *definitely* something to be happy about.
Lucky that I love a foreign land for
The lucky fact of your existence
Baby I would climb the Andes solely
To count the freckles on your body
She grinned to herself. Every time she heard that last line, she always thought of Elijah Wood … now, if Elijah had told her she had nice hair instead of Jason…
Never could imagine there were only
Too many ways to love somebody
Yep, she was truly in love with Elijah Wood. That dreamy actor, with the huge blue eyes…
Lo ro lo le lo le
Lo ro lo le lo le
Can't you see I'm at your feet
At this point Casey crossed the road. She was so absorbed in the song lyrics, and how they related to her and Elijah, that she didn't notice a sports car speeding along the road. The driver, an agitated young man, did not notice Casey cross the road, but was screaming down his mobile phone.
Whenever, wherever
We'll learn to be together
At the chorus, Casey turned the volume up, and closed her eyes, trying to imagine herself on some desert island with Elijah Wood…
I'll be there and you'll be near
And that's the deal my dear
Casey didn't notice the car crash into her, and knocking her into the air. She landed, some feet away from the car. Pain shot through her body and her vision became blurred. The young man had jumped out of his car and raced to the girl's side.
They're over you're under
You'll never have to wonder
Her breathing became raspy. Strangers knelt by her side, and were calling her, trying to stop her bleeding. But it was too late.
We can always play by ear
But that's the deal my dear
"Oh my god…" The young man's eyes filled with tears. She couldn't be dead.
But she was. A woman, who was kneeling by the fallen girl's side, looked up.
"Hey, I know you from somewhere – you're the guy in "The Faculty" aren't you? Elijah Wood?"
The young man nodded slowly, frozen. He had just killed someone. The scene before him blurred before his eyes, as he focused on the fallen girl. His sight and sound merged together – blood and the off-chorus manic depressive sound of the ambulance.
Casey opened her eyes, and took a deep gasp of breath. And sat up. She was lying on a large white bed, wearing a white beaded robe. Before her stood the most beautiful, elegant woman she had ever seen in her life. The woman had long, crinkly, blonde tresses, which fell around her like little waterfalls.
Casey licked her dry lips and said, "What happened?"
The woman smiled. For a moment, sadness clouded her eyes.
"It is always sad when a young life is plucked from Earth," she murmured.
Casey couldn't believe it – one minute she had been crossing the road, and now – she was dead?
She took in her surroundings. She was on a large white bed, as said before, which was on top of a shiny marble floor. This served as a sort of platform, nestled snuggly in the boughs of a large tree. Surrounding this were even more trees, taller and all beautiful.
"Am I – am I in Heaven?" she asked.
The woman smiled again.
"Almost," she murmured, "almost."
Casey did not understand her answer.
Later that day, the woman revealed more to her.
"You are in Middle-Earth – it is a land that is not different from yours in some ways, but in others, extremely different."
"Okay, so why am I here? And not…" Casey paused to find the right words. "Dead?"
The woman replied, "You have a purpose to fulfil – a destiny. It is one that you cannot serve on Earth, but you can here – but not as a human." The woman led Casey to a pedestal, and on top of this was a large silver bowl. Casey leaned over and peered in, as the woman took an ornate jug and began to fill this up with water.
"Will you look inside the mirror?" she asked, pouring in the crystal water.
"What will I see?" asked Casey hesitantly.
"All that you need to know," the woman replied, as the last drop fell into the bowl with a small splash.
Casey looked.
The woman began to tell her of the story on the One Ring, while the mirror showed Casey images from her tale.
"… And so the Ring has been passed down to Frodo Baggins of the Shire. He is the Ring Bearer." The mirror showed a handsome little hobbit, with unusually large eyes, sitting in a cart and smiling to himself. Casey was attracted to him immediately.
The mirror clouded over – that was all that it was prepared to reveal.
"So, what's my destiny?" asked Casey.
"Your destiny is to protect the ring bearer. But as a guardian angel. You shall not be visible to him or anyone else – but he will be able to sense your presence nearby. Elves may also be able to sense you. You have the power to heal, and to harm others that pose as a threat to Frodo."
Casey gulped. It sounded like a lot for a poor, supposedly dead teenage girl to take in.
"Right now Frodo is in Rivendell, the home of the Elves. He has just been mortally wounded from the sword of a Ringwraith. Even Elrond's powers may not be able to heal him. Only you can."
"When do I start?"
The woman smiled again, adding to her ethereal beauty.
"Right now…"
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A/N: Mwahaha. So what do you think? Click the lower left button to leave your thoughts or ramblings on, whether I should carry on or not. Or just tell me what you think.