This is my first Lotr fan fiction if you see anything you don't recognize I own it… but I do wish I was a Tolkien then I could own it…but I'm not well here is chapter 1
Chapter one: Another Fight
"Well how am I supposed to raise our child if b she /b refuses to tell us what is wrong!" Amanda screamed at her husband, Andrew. They were fighting, again, over their daughter, Free. She was just too difficult to raise. She always had been, even as a little baby. Now that Free was 16, things were a living hell. Her house knew no peace. Voices always raised, preparing to fight, the wrong look can ruin a breakfast or a dinner. Amanda and Andrew fell silent as they heard a door slam. That's all Free would do when she was mad, go to her room slam the door and then who knows what.
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Sixteen-year-old Free looked at herself in the mirror. "Why don't I look like them at all?" Free looked *nothing* like her parents. They were short, dark, thickly built, moving almost mechanical. Free was tall, pale, graceful, and thin. Her movements were flowing almost, like the soft current in a pond. She looked around her room. A futuristic medieval fantasy world all her own. However, it lacked something. A Friend. A real family. Free looked back in her mirror. Her eyes were wide with an unnatural anticipation in them, hiding her normal silvery-aqua colour.
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"Look, Amanda, we can't fight like this every single day we are not going to get anywhere with Free if we carry on like this!" The two stared up fighting again. Yelling almost ready to start throwing things.
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Free sighed sadly. She did not know what she lacked. However, it was all to clear looking around her room. It was ice cold, no photographs of friends, just sketches on her walls. She reached over to her backpack and pulled out a slip of blue paper. She grabbed a pen and filled out some information. "Quessir National Park… "Free mumbled and walked to her door. She heard her parents fighting again. Free shook her head sadly and headed downstairs, the paper in her hand.
"Mom, Dad… I have a permission slip for you to sign; we are going to Quessir National Park tomorrow "She set the slip on the table. Her parents stopped fighting for a moment to sign the paper. "Dinner is in an hour Free" her mother Amanda said. Free took the paper and nodded. She walked back stairs. Free put the paper in her backpack not really in the mood to study anymore. The pain of her parents fighting was effecting her. Free took a small ornately designed box off her dresser. She opened it and pulled out a small pendant. It was shining a silvery white light; silver wings twisting to form a soft hear shape with an unclear figure of a person. Free looked at it sadly, it caused her pain for some unknown reason. She looked at it once more then put it back in the box. Free put the box back on her dresser, and grabbed a book near by. She laid down on her bed and started to read until she heard her mother call. Free closed the book and headed down stairs. She went to her spot at the table. Her plate was filled with London Broil. Free shook her head. "Mother, I appreciate the fact that you are concerned for my health, but I have been a vegetarian for six years now. I will inform you if I have decided to join the rest of the family in its 'normal' eating habits." Free replaced her Fathers plate with her own and she went to the kitchen and made herself something she would eat.
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well thats it for now
bye!!!
Chapter one: Another Fight
"Well how am I supposed to raise our child if b she /b refuses to tell us what is wrong!" Amanda screamed at her husband, Andrew. They were fighting, again, over their daughter, Free. She was just too difficult to raise. She always had been, even as a little baby. Now that Free was 16, things were a living hell. Her house knew no peace. Voices always raised, preparing to fight, the wrong look can ruin a breakfast or a dinner. Amanda and Andrew fell silent as they heard a door slam. That's all Free would do when she was mad, go to her room slam the door and then who knows what.
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Sixteen-year-old Free looked at herself in the mirror. "Why don't I look like them at all?" Free looked *nothing* like her parents. They were short, dark, thickly built, moving almost mechanical. Free was tall, pale, graceful, and thin. Her movements were flowing almost, like the soft current in a pond. She looked around her room. A futuristic medieval fantasy world all her own. However, it lacked something. A Friend. A real family. Free looked back in her mirror. Her eyes were wide with an unnatural anticipation in them, hiding her normal silvery-aqua colour.
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"Look, Amanda, we can't fight like this every single day we are not going to get anywhere with Free if we carry on like this!" The two stared up fighting again. Yelling almost ready to start throwing things.
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Free sighed sadly. She did not know what she lacked. However, it was all to clear looking around her room. It was ice cold, no photographs of friends, just sketches on her walls. She reached over to her backpack and pulled out a slip of blue paper. She grabbed a pen and filled out some information. "Quessir National Park… "Free mumbled and walked to her door. She heard her parents fighting again. Free shook her head sadly and headed downstairs, the paper in her hand.
"Mom, Dad… I have a permission slip for you to sign; we are going to Quessir National Park tomorrow "She set the slip on the table. Her parents stopped fighting for a moment to sign the paper. "Dinner is in an hour Free" her mother Amanda said. Free took the paper and nodded. She walked back stairs. Free put the paper in her backpack not really in the mood to study anymore. The pain of her parents fighting was effecting her. Free took a small ornately designed box off her dresser. She opened it and pulled out a small pendant. It was shining a silvery white light; silver wings twisting to form a soft hear shape with an unclear figure of a person. Free looked at it sadly, it caused her pain for some unknown reason. She looked at it once more then put it back in the box. Free put the box back on her dresser, and grabbed a book near by. She laid down on her bed and started to read until she heard her mother call. Free closed the book and headed down stairs. She went to her spot at the table. Her plate was filled with London Broil. Free shook her head. "Mother, I appreciate the fact that you are concerned for my health, but I have been a vegetarian for six years now. I will inform you if I have decided to join the rest of the family in its 'normal' eating habits." Free replaced her Fathers plate with her own and she went to the kitchen and made herself something she would eat.
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well thats it for now
bye!!!
