New Lives
Written by Michelle / Crystal Arrow Disclaimer: No, I do not own LOTR, I'm not that experienced, wait some five years or so and then I'll actually be writing my own book, until then, no, I'm just another worthless fanfic writer that nobody cares about or even reads the disclaimer she writes!!
Sum: Two girls get drawn into Middle earth in the middle of the fight for middle earth, called from their home in the American suburbs to make a difference on the outcome of the fight for middle earth, should it be for better, or for worse.
Chapter 1: A trip to the movies.
"Bring..bring."
"I got it! Hello?" the girl asked as she picked up the phone.
"Hello, it Michelle home?" asked the young English accented voice on the other side of the phone.
"This is her."
"Hey, Michelle, it's Simran."
"Hello." Michelle answered in a mimicked English accent.
Simran took no notice of it, instead asking, "Hello, do you think you and your brother could come to movies with me and my brother?"
"Sure, wait a second." She responded dropping the accent and calling out to her brother, "Hey, Toby!! Could you call Mom and ask if we could go to the movies with Aman and Simran?"
"To see what?" an annoyed voice came from down the hallway.
"To see what?" Michelle repeated to Simran.
" Well, we were hoping to go see the Lord of the Rings, the Two Towers."
"The Two Towers!" Michelle yelled down the hall to her brother who quickly responded with a cry for her to shut up since he was on the cell phone talking to their mother. "Wait a sec." Michelle sighed into the phone.
And so Michelle stood boredly with the phone cradled between her neck and shoulder as she hummed a little tune she'd made up into the phone. Simran then responded with a half dead laugh. The conversation was completely pointless and served no purpose but to make the two teenage girls bored and waste money on the phone.
"Mom says okay!" Michelle's elder brother yelled from his room down the hall to Michelle in the kitchen.
"Okay, we can go, when's the movie?" Michelle asked.
"Six o'clock."
"What time is it now?"
"Five thirty."
"Wow, we'd better get there soon if we're going to get tickets."
"Yeah, we're going to need Toby to pick us up." Simran responded.
"Thanks for the fore warning." Michelle drawled sarcastically.
"You're welcome, see you soon!" Simran abruptly hung up leaving Michelle with the obnoxious phone tone in her ear that you get when nobody is on the other line.
"Hey Toby, put on your shoes, we gotta go, the movie starts in half an hour and we need to pick up Simran and Aman." She yelled down the hallway.
"Feh, well hurry up, walk the dog before you go."
"Why do I have to walk her!?" Michelle yelled indignantly at her elder brother, Toby, a tall and sturdily built sixteen year old.
"Because you're fat!"
"What the hell!?"
"Just go!" Toby yelled as he kicked his younger sister in the behind to get her moving. As she pouted, she put on her high-heeled black boots and called out to the miniature dog they called Snow, who happened to be off-white and brown.
Michelle was a teenage freshman girl of mutt ancestry, other wise known as Puerto Rican. Michelle was a medium height, with short and puffy chin-length black hair and blackish brown eyes. She was seriously out of shape and a tad heavier than other girls her size, though still smaller than girls that were her same weight. She was also incredibly pale for her ancestry, her skin never less than two shades lighter than her brother's. Being mid December, she was wearing a bright red orchestra sweater and jeans approximately half a size too big, which did absolutely nothing to keep her warm in the rather cold outdoors as she walked the dog.
The dog relieved herself within the following five minutes and then she was off in the pathetic little Geo Metro with her brother, heading to their friends' house. It only took a few minutes for Toby and Michelle to get to their friends' house, a charming suburban home with pretty little blue shudders. They pulled into the driveway, Michelle went inside to fetch Aman and Simran while Toby cleared out the seats so that there would be enough room for everybody to fit in the abnormally small car.
With a charming little ring of the door, Simran came stomping up the stairs sounding very similar to thunder. She pulled open the charming little door of her charming little house, (note: no the house is not small, it's actually quite big, just ignore me.) and smiled as though nothing had happened. However it was rather obvious she had been running and had possibly run into something along the journey to the door. Her hair was mussed up and she was panting as though she had just come running. (what do you know, she had!) "Come in." Simran asked politely. Simran was a teenage Indian girl, a year younger than Michelle, who had this extremely obvious English accent and she constantly claimed she was English. She actually was English, she was born there, but you know, she obviously doesn't look it. She had the dark skin typical of the people from India and long black hair stopping a bit above mid-back. Her facial features were sharp and intelligent looking, completely contradictive to her rather odd personality, but I really shouldn't be talking since I'm Michelle, the other girl, and just as messed and contradictory as Simran. Well, since I just told you who I am, I'll just keep talking that way.
"Simran," I responded to her earlier command, "We have fifteen minutes before the movie starts. Why would I come in?"
"Um, oh yeah, I knew that.." She shot back, however I could tell she knew she just got beat. With a cough to clear her throat she yelled, "Aman, Toby and Michelle are here!!" (Note; Their names are Indian too, but they are most definitely English.) (Note: I am so confused!!)
"Coming!" a deep boyish voice came from inside. "Oy, Mum, we're going to the movies with Toby and Michelle.
" Okay, Aman, be back by ten." With that, the four teenagers jumped into the Geo Metro, nearly breaking the thing. Some fifteen minutes later, Toby pulled off the highway they'd been on and drove into the parking lot of the Kings Island Cinema. As usual when the four of them went to the movies, the boys kicked their little sisters out of the car and went to park while they, the antisocial and shy little sisters, were faced with the terrible assignment of buying tickets. (Oh my!) You the reader, must be bored shitless by now, so I'm going to skip ahead to the movie they were watching, the Two Towers, the second movie in the Lord of the Rings trilogy made from the books by JRR Tolkien. Many people think that the story is just a fairytale influenced by WWII's effect on Tolkien, when in fact, Middle Earth does exist, and that was just the time when Tolkien could see and write about what was happening. But he can't see what's not there when he writes it, and therefore, some vital characters in the story are missing, and the outcome of the war for middle earth depends on them. This story is different from the tale you've heard from him, but in fact, there is no fact to say it is the truer or not, because you'll never be there. This is the story Tolkien didn't see; this is the battle that was fought.
Author's Notes: This has recently been updated in order to correct some indescrepencies and over all, lessen your confusion in a misplaced hope to get reviews, of which I have none. I have added no chapters, but am hoping to soon, please review, I will be very happy, I'll be your new best friend (or not). Please!
Written by Michelle / Crystal Arrow Disclaimer: No, I do not own LOTR, I'm not that experienced, wait some five years or so and then I'll actually be writing my own book, until then, no, I'm just another worthless fanfic writer that nobody cares about or even reads the disclaimer she writes!!
Sum: Two girls get drawn into Middle earth in the middle of the fight for middle earth, called from their home in the American suburbs to make a difference on the outcome of the fight for middle earth, should it be for better, or for worse.
Chapter 1: A trip to the movies.
"Bring..bring."
"I got it! Hello?" the girl asked as she picked up the phone.
"Hello, it Michelle home?" asked the young English accented voice on the other side of the phone.
"This is her."
"Hey, Michelle, it's Simran."
"Hello." Michelle answered in a mimicked English accent.
Simran took no notice of it, instead asking, "Hello, do you think you and your brother could come to movies with me and my brother?"
"Sure, wait a second." She responded dropping the accent and calling out to her brother, "Hey, Toby!! Could you call Mom and ask if we could go to the movies with Aman and Simran?"
"To see what?" an annoyed voice came from down the hallway.
"To see what?" Michelle repeated to Simran.
" Well, we were hoping to go see the Lord of the Rings, the Two Towers."
"The Two Towers!" Michelle yelled down the hall to her brother who quickly responded with a cry for her to shut up since he was on the cell phone talking to their mother. "Wait a sec." Michelle sighed into the phone.
And so Michelle stood boredly with the phone cradled between her neck and shoulder as she hummed a little tune she'd made up into the phone. Simran then responded with a half dead laugh. The conversation was completely pointless and served no purpose but to make the two teenage girls bored and waste money on the phone.
"Mom says okay!" Michelle's elder brother yelled from his room down the hall to Michelle in the kitchen.
"Okay, we can go, when's the movie?" Michelle asked.
"Six o'clock."
"What time is it now?"
"Five thirty."
"Wow, we'd better get there soon if we're going to get tickets."
"Yeah, we're going to need Toby to pick us up." Simran responded.
"Thanks for the fore warning." Michelle drawled sarcastically.
"You're welcome, see you soon!" Simran abruptly hung up leaving Michelle with the obnoxious phone tone in her ear that you get when nobody is on the other line.
"Hey Toby, put on your shoes, we gotta go, the movie starts in half an hour and we need to pick up Simran and Aman." She yelled down the hallway.
"Feh, well hurry up, walk the dog before you go."
"Why do I have to walk her!?" Michelle yelled indignantly at her elder brother, Toby, a tall and sturdily built sixteen year old.
"Because you're fat!"
"What the hell!?"
"Just go!" Toby yelled as he kicked his younger sister in the behind to get her moving. As she pouted, she put on her high-heeled black boots and called out to the miniature dog they called Snow, who happened to be off-white and brown.
Michelle was a teenage freshman girl of mutt ancestry, other wise known as Puerto Rican. Michelle was a medium height, with short and puffy chin-length black hair and blackish brown eyes. She was seriously out of shape and a tad heavier than other girls her size, though still smaller than girls that were her same weight. She was also incredibly pale for her ancestry, her skin never less than two shades lighter than her brother's. Being mid December, she was wearing a bright red orchestra sweater and jeans approximately half a size too big, which did absolutely nothing to keep her warm in the rather cold outdoors as she walked the dog.
The dog relieved herself within the following five minutes and then she was off in the pathetic little Geo Metro with her brother, heading to their friends' house. It only took a few minutes for Toby and Michelle to get to their friends' house, a charming suburban home with pretty little blue shudders. They pulled into the driveway, Michelle went inside to fetch Aman and Simran while Toby cleared out the seats so that there would be enough room for everybody to fit in the abnormally small car.
With a charming little ring of the door, Simran came stomping up the stairs sounding very similar to thunder. She pulled open the charming little door of her charming little house, (note: no the house is not small, it's actually quite big, just ignore me.) and smiled as though nothing had happened. However it was rather obvious she had been running and had possibly run into something along the journey to the door. Her hair was mussed up and she was panting as though she had just come running. (what do you know, she had!) "Come in." Simran asked politely. Simran was a teenage Indian girl, a year younger than Michelle, who had this extremely obvious English accent and she constantly claimed she was English. She actually was English, she was born there, but you know, she obviously doesn't look it. She had the dark skin typical of the people from India and long black hair stopping a bit above mid-back. Her facial features were sharp and intelligent looking, completely contradictive to her rather odd personality, but I really shouldn't be talking since I'm Michelle, the other girl, and just as messed and contradictory as Simran. Well, since I just told you who I am, I'll just keep talking that way.
"Simran," I responded to her earlier command, "We have fifteen minutes before the movie starts. Why would I come in?"
"Um, oh yeah, I knew that.." She shot back, however I could tell she knew she just got beat. With a cough to clear her throat she yelled, "Aman, Toby and Michelle are here!!" (Note; Their names are Indian too, but they are most definitely English.) (Note: I am so confused!!)
"Coming!" a deep boyish voice came from inside. "Oy, Mum, we're going to the movies with Toby and Michelle.
" Okay, Aman, be back by ten." With that, the four teenagers jumped into the Geo Metro, nearly breaking the thing. Some fifteen minutes later, Toby pulled off the highway they'd been on and drove into the parking lot of the Kings Island Cinema. As usual when the four of them went to the movies, the boys kicked their little sisters out of the car and went to park while they, the antisocial and shy little sisters, were faced with the terrible assignment of buying tickets. (Oh my!) You the reader, must be bored shitless by now, so I'm going to skip ahead to the movie they were watching, the Two Towers, the second movie in the Lord of the Rings trilogy made from the books by JRR Tolkien. Many people think that the story is just a fairytale influenced by WWII's effect on Tolkien, when in fact, Middle Earth does exist, and that was just the time when Tolkien could see and write about what was happening. But he can't see what's not there when he writes it, and therefore, some vital characters in the story are missing, and the outcome of the war for middle earth depends on them. This story is different from the tale you've heard from him, but in fact, there is no fact to say it is the truer or not, because you'll never be there. This is the story Tolkien didn't see; this is the battle that was fought.
Author's Notes: This has recently been updated in order to correct some indescrepencies and over all, lessen your confusion in a misplaced hope to get reviews, of which I have none. I have added no chapters, but am hoping to soon, please review, I will be very happy, I'll be your new best friend (or not). Please!