Hey! I got my little sister into LOTR! WOOOOOOOT! GO ME! Anyway, she is only halfway through the Fellowship and talks about it constantly. She wanted to write a fanfic(with my help) and wanted me to post it. So this is it.
Disclaimer: My sister and I do not own LOTR. All you Legolas fans should be thankful about this, because if my sister did she would kill Legolas off.
Prologue
It was a dark and stormy night. Six cloaked figures made their way through the forest toward Woodland, New Zealand(AN: This is NOT accurate. I don't know if there is a Woodland New Zealand or this forest for that matter. So just ignore that.). They entered the streets, passing and old man who was hurrying home. The man gave them a dark look and muttered, "Weirdos." They soon arrived at their destination, the orphanage. As they entered a lady sitting behind a desk looked up at them.
"May I help you?" she asked.
"We wish to leave our children in the care of this orphanage," one of the figures said.
The woman sighed, "How many?"
"Three."
"Please fill out these forms," the woman said, handing over the forms.
The figures took them and silently filled them out. They gave them back and the woman rang a bell and a girl around nineteen years old appeared.
"Can you find room for three more, Carrie?" the woman asked the girl.
"I suppose," replied Carrie.
"Good," the woman turned to the figures. "Give your children to Carrie. She'll take care of them."
"Thank you." Three of the figures brought from beneath their cloaks bundles of blankets, each containing a child, and gave them to Carrie. Then all the figures left and passed out of Woodland, never to be seen there again.
OK, please no flames, this isn't my story and my sister, well, she doesn't take insults very well. Please be nice to her and give her good advice, savvy?
I know it isn't very LOTR related yet, but at least it's a start, right? Thanx! Please review!