A/N- I do not own the Lord of the Rings.
Warning- this may or may not be the biggest Mary-Sue story ever. It will include not just one OC but five! I have in fact given them real personalities that differ from person to person. But the chance is still there, so please forgive me if they are.
Warning No.2- I haven't read the books. Plain and simple. I haven't seen the Fellowship in over a year and the only reason I got the muse to write this is because I just saw the Hobbit. Then I decided to read a fanfiction because I haven't got a copy of the book. Hopefully I don't fail miserably or insult every LOTR fan. But either way, I have given thought to my OC's so hopefully they aren't that bad.
-Enjoy
Running a hand through my hair, I try to tidy my unmanageable knots of auburn hair. But to my frustration I see my reflection staring back with obvious roughness. My freckled plump cheeks are rosy red. My strawberry stained lips wet from biting my lip anxiously. My hazelnut brown eyes shine frantically. With my dark and thick eyebrows scrunched together. While my bigger than average nose flares with frustration as I breathe deeply. I am once again late.
I pat down my scratchy grey skirt and straighten my ruffled white blouse. Before stepping an inch closer to the automatic sliding doors and sweeping inside the room. Instantly eyes gather on me and I blush crimson in my embarrassment. The people of the bank look down upon me. Their eyes glare over their upturned noses. Their shoulders and neck rise higher.
Arrogantly. Proudly. Rudely. It's all the same to me.
I sharpen my eyes and glare back. My own pride bubbles in anger. But before I can mutter a snide comment or two, delicate and soft hands grasp my shoulders. They squeeze softly and tug on my motionless body. Without turning my head from the grumpy bank employees I let myself be pulled away. Several short steps later I'm pushed into an empty room. The door closes behind me with a loud 'thump' and I sheepishly look up from the floorboards.
My closest and longest friend Leah stands in front of me. With her hands on her hips and her lips in a thin line, I begin feeling terrible. I look into her deep green eyes. A stray strand of midnight black hair falls from her tight bun and into her eyes. She reaches a pale hand towards it and brushes it away. Before she rubs her brow and sighs loudly. Even with a frown on her face, Leah looks beautiful. Her skin is fair and creamy white. Her lushes black hair pulled elegantly into a bun. Her cheekbones are high with a sweet blush upon her skin. Her stance tall while her thin body still manages to look strong. Her forest green dress hugs tightly to her body and brings-out her kind green eyes. But even in Leah's kind eyes I spot disappointment.
"Aderyn," she says softly in a quiet tone "I thought we talked about this." She gives me a pointed stare before continuing and I shrink further into myself; in shame. "You would be dressed smartly. You would be on time. You would be friendly and you would certainly not mention any books!" she says loudly. Her cool demeanor disappeared and she flailed her arms in frustration.
"I'm sorry." I whisper meekly while watching Leah with a hopeful face.
"Don't even try the puppy dog eyes!" she says coolly.
I droop my shoulders over in defeat. I wait to be reprimanded; so that I can leave and return to my lonely flat. I didn't even want the job. But I do need the cash. Leah was kind enough to get me an interview. My only job was getting ready on time. I can obviously fail at even the simplest tasks.
"Honestly," she cried "You act like a child sometimes."
My smile felt goofy as I said; "I like to call it my Tween years!" I replied.
Leah laughed softly. "See, there you go again. My dear Ryn, don't you see you've gotten yourself wrapped up in a world of fiction."
I turn away from my friend. Over tired and slightly embarrassed I'm certainly not in the mood for a long-winded conversation.
"You're barely any different. Acting Elf-like all the time, don't think I don't notice because I do." I replied curtly, a small smile tugging at my lips.
Leah stands in front of me. Her eyes locked onto my own. She gazes with a pointed stare and I clenched my jaw in frustration. "I'm hardly as bad as you, Ryn. You're obsessed. You need a break."
"Whatever." I mumble softly but didn't shake off her soothing hand as she rested it upon my shoulder.
"I may not be able to salvage this interview but there are other jobs out there, Aderyn." She told me but I'm not listening. I hold no interest in working in a bank or an office. I want to be free to do as I please. I want to write epic novels that will be celebrated in years to come. I want the novel I wrote two years ago back under my name and I want my rightful payment. Not a broken heart and empty pockets.
I sigh softly and look back to my friend. My thoughts run over my small apartment. Like how much money I have hidden in books and under pot-plants. I wonder where my favorite notebook is and my working pens. But mostly I question how long it would take me to pack up and get out of the city.
"I'm going to get out of town for a while, Leah." I tell her. My voice is strong and filled with so much conviction, that I have recently been lacking I know she won't argue. But I watch her eyes anyway; daring her to say otherwise.
"I'm glad to hear that, Ryn. You should stay with your cousins, Lottie and Regan. I've got the weekend off, I might join you."
Humming softly, I feel much better than I did when I woke this morning. I smile softly at Leah. My past annoyance ebbs away into nothingness.
"I'd like that," I say "Besides who else would drive?" I laugh joyfully with Leah as we both relax and begin laughing at the state I'm in. We can never stay annoyed at each other for long.
When Saturday morning arrives, I'm both packed and ready to go. I enter my kitchen in the early hours of the morning and prepare breakfast for two. By the time I've cooked fresh eggs and bacon (along with several fake bacon strips for Leah) I hear the familiar sound of keys jingle. Leah calls out merrily, announcing her arrival and quickly makes her way to the kitchen.
"Hey," I say in greeting as I flip the eggs over.
"Morning," she says "have you got any orange juice?" she asks; already rummaging through my fridge.
"Of course I do." I tell her "third shelf, towards the left and behind the butter."
"I see it."
This is our usual routine. Almost every Saturday Leah arrives early in the morning. We eat eggs, bacon and 'facon' (fake bacon) with a large glass of orange juice. I pay for breakfast and she gives me lifts around town in her car. After we have breakfast we usually go to the local gym. Then we go back to her place and watch a movie from her massive collection. Today we're simply having breakfast and then driving out to the country where my cousins own a farm.
After we have eaten our fair share, I run around the house in search of anything useful. But I packed rather well and the only thing I find is my wallet. Filled only with my little amount of money and ID I slip it into my back pocket. I turn off all of my lights and electric equipment. I leave my house with Leah on my tail. Without looking back I jump into Leah's run-down red car.
"What should we listen too?" I ask, while flipping through her large collection of music.
Leah doesn't turn to look at me. Her eyes watching the road as she weaves in and out of the traffic. But she hums softly for moment, looking thoughtful.
"Well, I recently got the latest McFly album." She says
I sort through her discs until I find the mentioned album. Not even an hour later we're both singing loudly. Leah sounding like an angel while I manage to croak like a dying cat. Mcfly's songs have never been quite right for my deeper voice. When their latest song (Love is easy) begins to play, I laugh out loud. Leah spares a moment to send me a strange look before quickly returning her attention to the road.
"What's so funny?" she asks.
I giggle some more before answering "Oh, nothing really." I tell her "but Tom Fletcher, he covered his own song. He's got a YouTube channel and mentioned how people had already begun to create covers. So he made one himself."
Leah doesn't laugh. But I'm not put off. She had never gotten into YouTube like I had.
Soon enough we're leaving the city behind us. The dismal cityscape begins to mould into grassland. I had grown up by the country and the sea. A small town full of farmers that sat beside a lovely row of beaches. But I had moved away after I finished school. Although I love the land it reminds me of my parents; who had died when I was young. Instead I grew up with Lottie and Regan; my dear little cousins and a set identical twin.
I had met Leah through university. At first I didn't like her. She had looked far too proud; a beauty queen that knew just how pretty she was. But I had been terribly wrong. Leah's a dancer and had grown up with a straight back with her chin held high. It's only natural for her. But Leah's really just an extremely pretty nerd. Sometimes I envy her but I like to think she's an elf and I'm a hobbit. It's only normal for Leah to be gorgeous.
When the old car finally rolls up the driveway of my family farm, I'm bubbling with excitement. The furry sheepdog's bark alerts our arrival. I look upon the house in fondness. The two story, white paneled house sits neatly in a flatten field. Blue pillars and a fence line the porch. A deep blue roof sits smartly on top. Wide windows situated at random points on the wall makes the house look homely-disorganized. A fly-screen door in the middle of the porch is opened as the twin's barrel out.
As soon as the car has stopped, I'm out of the door. With a flash of brunette hair I'm pulled into a tight embrace. Knowing exactly how to distinguish between the identical set of twins, I search for a small birthmark. Quickly finding a round-shaped mole on the base of the neck, I smile widely. I pull away from the hug, enough to allow myself to look into sea blue eyes.
"Hello Regan," I say just as I'm pulled aside and into another hug.
I laugh loudly and return the hug warmly.
"I've missed you both." I tell them.
"Oh Ryn," Lottie cries "You've missed so much!"
"I bet I have." I say "but firstly, can Leah and I unpack?" I ask as I look over my shoulder and to Leah. Who is also in a tight embrace from Regan.
"Of course, you can." Lottie tells us.
Without needing to be told twice I walk towards the car's boot. Grabbing my two bags, I throw one to Lottie to carry and Leah's towards her and Regan.
We walk upstairs and leave our bags in my old room. Afterwards without wasting time I rush downstairs. Crying out greetings before I even reach the sitting room, I fling myself in my uncle's arms.
"Hello, Phillip." I say as I stare into his aging face. He has the same curly brunette hair as the twins but his eyes are hazelnut like my own and his brother's, my father. He has the family's dimples and freckled skin. While Phillip has the generic McGee look the twins take after their mother the most.
Lottie and Regan both have sea blue eyes. They have Dimples but no freckles. Their brunette hair is curly but not wildly so like my own hair. They are both short but just as curvy as I am. They have full and thick lips that are stained rose red unlike my strawberry. We're rather similar but we still have our differences.
I catch up quickly with both my uncle Phillip and Aunt Nancy. But we do retreat as soon as possible. As we tumble upstairs the twins natter loudly, finishing each other's sentences like they always do.
"Oh and Penelope-" Lottie begins as she waits for us at the top of the stairs.
"-Will be joining us tonight." Regan finishes.
Penelope is a sweat little girl who often played with us on the farm as children. It would be the first time Leah would meet her. But I'm sure they'll get on. The only problem would be Penelope's shyness.
"Who's Penelope?" Leah asks kindly.
"She lives on the farm next door. She's a few years younger than Lottie and Regan." I tell her.
An hour later, we're sitting in our pajamas. Penelope had already arrived. Leah and Penelope had instantly taken a liking to each other when they talked shortly about dancing. Something I had never understood the appeal of. The twins had set out three extra mattresses in their bedroom. But we all happily squished together on the two beds. I sat with my back leaning between Lottie's legs and a pillow hugged to my chest. Her fingers pulled and teased my hair into elaborate styles.
"So," Regan began "What shall we watch?-"
"And no we're not watching Lord of the Rings!" Lottie cries, her fingers pulling my hair tighter than needed.
"Lord of the Rings?" Penelope asks innocently, her face scrunched with confusion.
I turn my head towards her, despite Lottie's annoyed sigh at it ruining my hair. I stare at Penelope with a 'are you serious' sort of facial expression.
Penelope shrugs her shoulders and pulls into herself. She tries to make herself as small as possible. I'm properly not the only one looking at her like she's the mentally unstable. We're all avid fans of the books and movies. Lottie however has always been indifferent when it comes to the books. She's never read them but she adores the movies. Mainly because of how attractive the actors are.
"You've never heard of the lord of the Rings?" I cry, loudly.
"I'm not sure-"Lottie begins
"-How we've stayed friends-"Says Regan
"-All these years without you hearing about LOTR!" finishes Lottie.
"I-I uhmm-"Penelope says stumbling to find words.
Leah takes pity on her. She rubs her shoulder softly. "No need to worry," Leah says "We'll just watch the first one, okay?" she asks, directing the question more to the twins and I.
"Of course we will!" I yell jumping up to find the disc. "Ow!" I cry. I had forgotten Lottie still had her finger entwined in my hair.
Everyone laughs at my misfortune. But I grumbled in fake anger as I search for the Fellowship of the Ring.
Ten minutes later, we're all snug and comfortable. Chocolate and bowls of popcorn sprawled across the bed with us. Lottie's redoing my hair and I'm sucking on a mouthful of chocolate. Throughout the movie we explain several things to Penelope. But she quickly gathers most of the information. As the fellowship breaks and Samwise falls into the water, Penelope sniffs sadly.
"He's alright, right?" she asks
"Of course he's fine." Regan tells her "see- watch."
"Somebody has a favorite hobbit I see." Lottie says in a sing-song voice as the closing credits roll onto the screen.
"Well-"Penelope says with a bright blush.
Her dirty-blonde hair falls over her honey brown eyes. Her tanned skin contrasts with her fire-truck red flush. She looks rather cute with her heart-shaped face. She is both the youngest and shortest and most likely the plumpest. But she's properly the kindest.
"Don't worry, Penny," Leah says "we all have favorites."
"I'm officially in love with Merry!" cries Lottie loudly with a goofy smile painting her lips.
"I recon Frodo's the best." I tell them.
"I concur;" Begins Regan "Pippin is my favorite hobbit."
Leah shakes her head in disagreement "Well I believe Legolas is better than them all."
I smile ruefully and share a small look with the twins. Before she can prepare herself she's under attack. We all throw our pillows towards her. Some knock into Penelope as well and she shrinks away. After loosening several hundred-billion feathers into the air, we calmed down. I sat with Lottie on one bed, while Leah, Regan and Penelope occupied the other.
"Imagine living in Middle-Earth"says Regan dreamily
"I'd want to live in the Shire," Penelope says "it seems much nicer than the rest of Middle-Earth."
Leah shakes her head in disagreement "That's because of the war. Wait until the fourth age, that's when the real beauty is shown."
"No," I retort "I agree with Penny. I'd love to live in the Shire but I wouldn't mind going on a few adventures too."
Suddenly Regan calls for our attention by flailing her arms in the air. Her facial expression is rather serious. "Would you do it?"
A chorus of 'what's and 'uh's echo and Regan reforms her question.
"If you were thrown into Lord of the Rings would you join the Fellowship?"
I laugh the idea off but answer vigorously. Not realizing what power my words hold. Each and every one of us answers. Our answers come in various different ways. Mine coming last and ending in a surprisingly solemn voice.
"Of course I would," I laugh "but I would save every life I could." I finish strongly.
"Oh come off it," Leah says "what happens if you change something and your decision changes the course of LOTR history? You save Boromir and he steals the ring? Or you kill off Frodo, or worse Legolas!" she cries but I know she is not being serious.
"Don't worry, my dear friend for I am far too skilled to do anything like that. Besides just because a small plot-line is changed doesn't mean the whole story is ruined. Well maybe if Bilbo didn't get the ring then, yes there wouldn't be a Lord of the Rings. But seriously," I say "if I were to wake up in Middle-Earth I would do everything in my power to save the lives that I can."
"Whatever." Leah brushes it off and our conversation moves on.
As the clock ticks ever closer to morning than evening, we finally retire to our own beds. All of our minds filled with fresh gossip and amusement. But I'm weighed with deeper thoughts. My thoughts continue to return to our previous conversation. Would I really change the course of the books? I think I would. If it meant I could save lives and Frodo's broken future. I would do anything to stop that.
With that final thought, I promptly fall asleep.
A/N-
How was that? Five new OC's known as Aderyn, Leah, Lottie, Regan and Penelope.
Penelope is shy, complacent and kindhearted.
Leah has a bunch of morals, she's a dancer, hard working and friendly.
Regan and Lottie are a lot alike and quite a bit like Merry and Pippin although there wasn't much on them in this chapter. They are both jokers, out-going and mischievous.
Aderyn the main character throughout this series is brave, bold, proud, headstrong but also kind.
For the next chapter, I will tell you know that everyone is being sent to different times throughout Middle-Earth and not everyone will appear where they should be.
