Summary: We twin sisters are Tolkien Fanatics. So when we find out from the Valar themselves that we are originally from Middle Earth, we start screaming our heads off that we are NOT Mary-Sues, much to said Valar's confusion. With a pair of not-exactly-unwanted-and-dangerous powers, and book and movie verse knowledge, we decide that, hey, why not live the dream and help save middle earth? What we didn't count on was how difficult it would be and- why are those elves staring at us?

Chapter 1

P.o.V: Celine

"Come on, Sis! Let's gooo!" I whined, twitching impatiently. Lark, my twin sister, rolled her eyes in reply at me and bounded down the stairs.

"Gimme a minute, Celine!" She protested, "It's a personal rule that you have to dress in the appropriate costume."

Lark has golden-brown hair, with eyes that are a bright green with golden streaks in them as well. Her nose is adorably tip-tilted, and she has deep pink colored lips. In spite of the fact that we are twins, we look absolutely nothing alike. But, as it is said, great minds do think alike...

I, on the other hand, have platinum-blonde hair and very startling eyes. One is green, while the other is blue. It's not normal, I know, and I get teased a lot for it, but I don't care. I love my looks, and that's what matters the most.

Lark and I were going to see the Battle of the Five Armies, and I was eager to get going. Mom was going to take us there in the car.

"I can't wait!" I shrieked. Lark laughed at me. "Don't tell me you can't." I retorted.

"I can't wait!" She replied, mimicking me. I swatted her arm while she laughed.

"Oh hush up. Besides, everyone knows that you're looking forwards to seeing my brother on-screen." I teased smugly. She glared.

"Legolas and Lark sitting in a tree, k-" the rest of my chant was muffled by her hand while I cracked up laughing. Yes, I consider Legolas as a brother. Hey, I've even written fanfics about it!

"And everyone knows that you are going to see your 'daddy Smaug'" she taunted in reply while it was my turn to glare.

"Come on, girls, let's go!" Dad called from the doorway. We raced each other to the car.

"SHOTGUN!" Lark called. I rolled my eyes.

"No, silly, dad's sitting up front while mom drives." I reminded, exasperated. She sulked and climbed in next to me while I smirked. She stuck out her tongue.

"Now behave, girls." Mom scolded us severely. Lark and I grinned.

"Yes, mom!" We chimed mischievously. She sighed while dad laughed at us.

"Are we going to get popcorn, dad?" Lark asked while he pulled out of the driveway. I stared out the window, thinking about my latest fanfiction and tuning out my sister's voice.

I wondered what I was going to be when I grew up. Lark and I are only sixteen, and neither of us have decided yet. I just hoped that whatever we would become, that we would always remain close. I hoped, anyway.

We were driving along the road when suddenly mom let out a scream. "Watch out-" but she never got to finish. My head whipped to the front of the car, only to scream as a truck barreled towards us head-on.

There was a moment of panic, and I managed to find Lark's hand, which she squeezed the blood out of. Then a sickening crunch and squeal of tires, and everything went black.

My last thought was how ironical it was that I should die right after thinking about the rest of my life.

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P.o.V: Lark

I stood in front of my full-body length mirror, making sure that my elf costume was all in place. It was a tradition of mine to dress in part when I went to see a movie that I fan-girl-ed over. And it just so happened that if something was written by Tolkien, it was my best friend. Besides my sister, of course.