Disclaimer:
I don't own any of Tolkien's characters.
Hey guys! So I've been envisioning this story for a while now, and decided to go ahead and write it down. Hope you like it and review! :)
Chapter one:
" La lalala lalala lala lala, La lalala lalala lala lala la la..." I yell at the top of my lungs, my feet pounding on the linoleum tiles as my fluffy blue bathrobe swings madly around. Swaying my hips, I sing loudly, using my toothbrush as a microphone and not caring that flecks of minty green toothpaste were flying everywhere.
Turning the song up another notch, I adjust my earbuds then continue the mad dance party I've started in my bathroom.
However, before I get to far ahead of myself here, let me introduce myself. My name is Alexandra Darkhorse Von Chess, and I can credit my extremely awesome last name to my German roots. In fact, I can also blame my German heritage on my rather large thighs *sigh*, but they do help me go fast when I ski.
Which brings me to the next thing I was about to tell you, I'm an avid athlete. Living in Tahoe means that I have access to tons of trails for running and biking in the summer and Nordic skiing in the winter, so I won't be humble and just say it straight out that I'm pretty fit. Not, like, abs and weight lifting fit, but fairly flat stomach and able to run for ten miles every day fit.
Of course, I do love myself some chocolate, and carbs, I could eat bread all day... but I'm getting off track. Along with my strong legs I have long blond hair, green eyes, and some nice lips, seriously, I love my lips. And it may sound like I'm gorgeous, but I'm not, I'm averagely pretty. I could get some guys if I wanted to, and I will admit I can't say no to some good flirting, but I normally don't turn heads when I walk down the street.
So now you have it, I'm a twenty year old athlete with average looks who loves animals ( I'm a vegetarian ), nature, reading and jamming out to some good tunes. This story I'm about to tell you starts out with me in a hotel room, on a skiing trip in Europe with my ski team.
The girls who were sharing my room with me were out grocery shopping for dinner ( us athletes can never get enough food ), so I was taking advantage of my privacy and having a good old dance session, while simultaneously getting ready for bed. In fact, I was wearing my starry sky pj's with my matching blue bathrobe, and had my hair up in a messy bun. Now, back to the story.
Shacking my booty wildly, I shut my eyes as I belt out the last notes of the song I'm rocking out to, then spin around, fling my arms wide and open my eyes once more.
However, the expected mirror and counter cluttered with makeup and shampoo is not what I saw when I opened my eyes. No, I saw something a little different.
Actually, the first thing I did was bang my head on the ceiling and curse loudly, holding my head between my hands. After this incident, I looked around and saw that I was standing on a wooden table in what appeared to be a bar, and below me was a table of shocked and angry men, as I seemed to be standing in what I presumed was there dinner.
This was all I needed to see before I let out an ear piercing shriek and leapt off the table, my bathrobe flapping behind me like a cape as I pushed through the men and towards the door. Somebody grabbed my shoulder, and, panicked, I kicked backwards and came in contact with my presumed attacker, soliciting a groan of pain and my release.
Continuing my mad dash I sprint through the door and out into the night air, and not stopping to even see if I was being followed I ran through the hard packed dirt street, wooden buildings rushing past on either side of me.
Finally I make it to a fence which seems to mark the edge of the village and I vault over it ( quite impressively, I might add ) before running across another dirt street and into the forest awaiting me on the other side.
Okay, well there's my first chapter. I'd love to hear your thoughts on the beginning of my story, anything is greatly appreciated. Thanks and I hope you enjoyed it! :)