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Chapter 1

A/N: HI! This is my second LOTR fanfic :D! I don't know how good it'll be, but please REVIEW and tell me! Anyway, thanks for reading and I hope ya love it! BTW-I changed it around a bit because I was sent some reviews on how Atlanta was a bit Mary-Sue-ish. *Makes her shorter* :D NOW SHE'S MY HEIGHT!

Atlanta POV

"Stab! Now do an evasive maneuver! Imagine what you'd do if your attacker came at you from your right!" shouted Mrs. Porter, my weapons teacher. Everyone in our class called her 'Old Battle-Axe' because she was literally that kind of person. She was tough, strong for her age (which was in the late 40s or early 50s), and took no crap from anyone. But we all loved her anyway, especially her extravagant stories for every move we learned and how it could help us.

"Atlanta! I want you and Kris to come and demonstrate something with me." I blinked. She wanted me to come? And fight Kris, the star student? Okay… I walked into the middle of our training area where she was. "I want you to fight Kris as well as you can without the sword." my teacher commanded. I couldn't help but smile a bit. I mean, I had taken Stage Combat last summer and knew how to get somebody on the floor. But, for the sake of surprise, I pretended to be horrified.

"But… we barely worked on that stuff!" I exclaimed. She glared at me.

"Just use what you've learned with swords and incorporate it into fighting without one!" she explained. I nodded to show her I understood and got into my fighting stance. Feet apart, hands held in front of body to block, eyes focused on the attacker. As Mrs. Porter explained what we were going to do, I went back a year and tried to remember what my teachers had taught us.

"And… start!" the Battle Axe shouted, and Kris advanced on me. Throwing his fist towards my chin, I ducked it and kicked his feet from under him. The guy landed on the blue mats with a thump. It was a very quick end of a battle, because once you were down we acted like it was over.

"Keep going!" Porter shouted. Wait… what?! I jumped back just as Kris tried to grab my foot. He jumped back up and aimed a kick at my hip. Without thinking, I blocked it with my arm and threw his leg back with as much force as I could, unbalancing him. With that, I was able to push him down again, jumping behind him and easily got him in a choke hold. The class was silent.

"And Atlanta wins!" I could hear the shock in our teacher's voice. Where did that come from? I felt a bit sorry for Kris, who had obviously never taken anything but weapons class, but a piece of me was super happy about my epic moves. I mean, sure I was pretty good at fighting with a sword and such, but never teacher's pet material. I let go of Kris, and gave him a little 'sorry I kicked bootie' smile, and skipped over to where everyone was sitting at the side of our training area.

A few hours later…

"See ya'll on Thursday!" Mrs. Porter shouted as we all walked out of the building. Lots of my fellow students patted me on the back, but others gave me glares. Can't win 'em all. I shrugged.

"Hey!" said a voice. I turned around to see my friend, Alan, walk over. I gave him a little grin.

"Hey Alan! What did you think of my performance?" I asked cheerfully. He shook his head.

"I have no idea how you did it! I mean, everyone was thinking Kris would-and no offense intended-crush you, but you just threw him down in seconds! And then you just got him in a choke hold like that!" he snapped his fingers to emphasize. I rolled my eyes. Of course everyone was thinking that! I sighed.

"Anyway, what are ya going to do now?" he asked. I gave him a dramatic eye roll.

"Well, after I save the world from the zombie apocalypse, I'll probably watch some movies." I told him.

"Let me see… which movies would a girl like you watch… either you'll watch Lord of the Rings… or Lord of the Rings… and if you're feeling real brave, you'll watch Lord of the Rings!" he sarcastically exclaimed.

"So I'm a bit addicted…" I trailed off. That was an understatement! Just a look at my school locker would reveal my addiction to Tolkien. It had pictures of the Fellowship glued all over, there were post-its with famous quotes stuck on the door, and each book of the series was caringly stacked on the cubby part on the top. Alan always joked about how in my reality, elves and dwarves are real, but I tell him that he's wrong-there would also be hobbits and wizards. But no orcs!

We kept goofing off until we reached his house. Waving a goodbye, he walked through the gates and disappeared from view. I sighed, hitched my bag higher on my shoulder, and kept walking.

It was a cold and brisk fall day. I watched the leaves fly past me, and pulled my loose auburn hair into a bun. Ever the procrastinator, I wore a bright orange woolen hat and jeans, ignoring my mother's pleading for me to just wear a scarf or jacket. The hat was one of the fuzziest things I had, and my friend Ella had made it as a joke. Throwing a stress ball our school counselor had given everyone in the air, my hazel eyes followed it up and down. I was smaller for my age, not small enough that I was teased constantly, but small enough that people assumed I was a freshman in high school.

Reaching my house, I fumbled with my bag for a second before extracting the key and inserting it in the door. The moment I opened it, I was mauled by a small furry white creature.

"Down, Plato, down!" I chided my Bichon Frisé. Shuffling into the kitchen, I gave him his food and clomped upstairs. Entering my room, I dropped my bag on the wooden floor, and flopped into my red beanbag that looked out into the forest outside my house. Sighing, I looked around my room. The walls were decorated with LOTR posters, my pillows had the fellowship on them, and even my laptop's screensaver was the cover of the first movie.

"I'm obsessed…" I muttered, inserting the first movie's disk into my TV. As it loaded, I looked outside. Sigh…

Yet even more hours later…

I turned off the television and sighed. Plato was sitting next to me, looking curious. I yawned. "I'm gonna take a nap, pooch. Wake me up when the world ends!" I muttered, closing my eyes. I just needed a short rest…

A/N: GIRL POWER! Atlanta kicked butt there! :D And yes, her friend Alan is a dude… and NO he is not her boyfriend. XD I've always wanted a Bichon Frisé, and to name him Plato (the Greek philosopher XD)! :D Lucky Atlanta gets a TV in her room *is jelly* D: I SHALL CONTINUE WRITING THIS IF LOTS OF YA LIKE IT! Well… I'll keep writing it to keep my pride anyways. 0-0 But yeah! Please PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE REVIEW! 3