Dedicated to Corri and all people who forget about a movie.

Very thoroughly

Before you read, there are a few things you might want to know.

This story isn't written in the classical Tolkien sense or in the world that Peter Jackson created. You can call it, Lord of the Rings as interpreted by Alice Clapp.

This story does include real people, but it is not a lame self-insert. You know?

Corri- Alice is too literal!

Amaya- Alice is too logical!

So of course, no matter how hard Amaya might try neither Pippin or Legolas will not fall helplessly in love with her.

Amaya- I hate you.

And I tend to spend my time on epics, because things just don't make sense in short stories. (Corri&Amaya- SEE!) So this will be long, but it a nice way. (HA.)

So the main points are:

The story revolves around the lives of Corrine Cunningham, Amaya Curran and I, Alice Clapp but it is not in any way a self-glorifying Mary Sue, and Middle Earth will exist as though Tolkien made some errors.

Who's Boromir?

Chapter One
The Before Time?

Time seemed to pass insufferably slow in detention that day for a certain Cunningham. This had certainly not been her first detention that year, and by far her last. That much was sure.

It was a Friday, Amaya and Alice were waiting for her two blocks away. The sleep over was nearly dead, spasms and all. But nooo, asthma was in no way a suitable excuse for her tardiness that morning at this fine learning establishment.

Completely tired with her situation, she cradled her head on the table and muttered, "John William James, you are a complete fucking butt tube."

There were only a few good things about JWJ High School. One was the company it offered.

Second was the convenient distance it was from anything of interest.

And third was, well not much else.

Mrs. Mono-tone was again resident ruler over 'detention land'. The Cunningham allowed herself a crooked smile remembering the surprisingly great times she had had in this place. But they all happened in Mrs. Mono-Tone's absence. And there wasn't anyone in the room she knew anyway. But she peeked over her arm to make sure.

There was a guy in front of her with a ridiculously huge black mohawk. But she wasn't sure on his name. This Cunningham found entertainment in analyzing the lives of others, and when all was lost she'd make up lives for others. "Well, he looks like a Johnny. Hi Johnny!" Of course in the hush voice of one who needed no input from the other party on their own life.

A smile and a half wave later her eyes shifted to the boy sitting on the table next to his. He had a Mohawk too, but was dwarfed in comparison to Johnny's. She thought up a name for him also, "Donnie." She grinned with what she thought was a very well deserved sense of accomplishment. "Donnie and Johnny are loverrrs." She laughed inside her arm fort, since there was nothing to laugh about in the minds of the surrounding human beings. Although this usually did not stop her from releasing any sense of emotion in public, but the prior night's 3 hours of sleep had instilled her with some sort of meekness.

More time passed without any regard to flow and speed of the rest outside of the room, or the internal clocks of the students. She decided to see what she could entertain herself with in her backpack.
Trig homework?

Cosines should get Tangents out of their asses.

Lord of the Flies?

Too much Sexual Innuendo concerning 5th graders.

Pink Paper?

"Pink Paper?"

The bright construction paper absolutely perplexed her. If any construction paper was to be found in her backpack it would be green or black or some other color, but pink? She yanked it out with such gusto that the sound received a harsh shush from Mrs. Mono-Tone and a side-glance from the enamored Donnie.

It was covered in familiar writing, Alice's writing. The first line read, "Now, Corri don't be disgusted. I ran out of paper."

It was rather creepy reading that, but Alice Clapp was a rather creepy person. She flipped through the pages, creating a welcomed breeze. So Corrine began reading, the beginning was the history of her pirate alter ego's parents, her meaning Corri in particular. Then the pirate story switched to a typed first draft of one of her original stories. But at the bottom of the stack there was a multitude of maps and birthdays and wikipedia articles and Xerox copies of book pages.

"Middle-Earth?" She whispered turning through the pages, "What? What is that?" But she didn't have much of a chance to answer her own question because,

"Corrine Cunningham."

"Hm?"

"You have served your hour. You can leave. Now go."

Grabbing the pile and her backpack she hopped outside, leaving the lovers behind. And to her surprise both Alice and Amaya were sitting at a table squealing in British accents.

"Mr. Darcy! You shouldn't have taken such terrible advantage of Mr. Bingley! He came to seek your advice on the matter, not butt sex!"

Amaya squealed back, "You are positively ridiculous!" Her voice rang a bit louder, "I did not trick Mr. Bingley into butt sex!"

Corri handed the heap of papers and remarked teasingly to Amaya, "You would have if you had the chance."

She stopped to stare for a moment at the outfits Amaya and Alice had thrown on themselves for Team AC Rainbow Day! "Very Japanese Pop Starish Ama-"

Amaya interrupted her musings.

"CORE!" she jumped to wrap her in a hug. But she never reached her. Amaya had stopped in mid leap; everything froze in Corri's eyes.

The sky and the ground rose and sunk to meet each other. And stars and land melted together, she was hurled into opaque light. And no time passed. And before her, everything turned to silver glass and behind the translucent wall there were white shores and rolling green hills. But she did not see them any closer, as she felt herself thrown far away. And she fell and fell until…

A/N Boromir?