Disclaimer: I do not own Lord of the Rings or it's characters, I am simply borrowing them for my own pleasure. Authors note: Some may not like this story, some may indeed like it, please let me know any ideas, likes and questions in reviews please.
Summary: "And I will be by your side, until my last breath." A young girl raised in a country of war, awakens to find herself in a land she does not know, and is sent on a quest to rid the unknown world of a great evil, where she struggles with the memories of her past, the feelings she carries for the lost and departed, and the growing feelings she has for another.
I have not decided whether or not this will be Aragorn/OC or Legolas/OC. Please let me know as things progress to which you would prefer.
It was a cold morning, the clouds were grey, and the sun hadn't shone in a few days now. Not that it would do anything if it did; the moods of people were too disheartened these days. Since the first gunfire had aired, the world had disintegrated into madness. Curfews had been implemented and teenagers were no longer taught how to kick a ball in their PE lessons, instead they were taught how fight, fire a gun and climb rock faces. Other lessons had changed as well; there was no more art, drama or modern languages. You were taught Science, Maths and Literature. Most of the time at school was physical education. If you showed great ability, you would vanish. In the middle of the night, taken from the dormitories where all children over the age of 11 were dragged to, against the will of their parents. That was when the training began. The older teenagers realised what was happening, and started to show mistakes in their work, missing targets slightly and falling off the climbing wall. You were considered lucky if you made it to 18 without being taken. A certain few were put through a selection process. Trained with skills finer that fist fighting and relying on a gun, they were taught tracking, silent martial arts and bomb making and diffusion. Scarlett Jones was one of those selected.
She was 13 when they pulled her to a different building in the school. Her belongings had been moved to a new dorm with only 3 other girls. That was 5 and a half years ago. Scarlett was nearing her 19th Birthday and was currently hanging from a small protrusion in a jagged rock face in the grounds of the school she had lived at for too long. She had started to forget her parents; it started with her father, forgetting his laugh and the way his eyes shone. Then she forgot his face, then her mothers. All she knew now was that their last name was Jones, as that was hers. She dreamt of them always, waking up in cold sweats, screaming out for them, gun in hand. She slept with it under her pillow. Currently she was looking for a way to reach up and hit the button at the top of the climbing course, but her hands were sweating, the callouses burning. She reached with her left hand, trusting her right hand more to hold onto the rock she was currently gripping. She was tired, her judgement hazy. Her eyes told her she has gripped the ledge, so she let go with her right hand, and she fell.
Her back collided with the crash mats first, her eyes open and the heart in her chest thundering as it caught up with the idea of being still alive. She saw her teacher shake his head and write something on his clipboard. Shakily she pulled herself to her feet and stood on the tarmac of the old playground. She looked at her superior and saw his disappointment. The pain was too much to care right now, the crash mats were to save your life, not make you land of a pile of cotton wool.
"Permission to see the nurse Sir?" She asked, grunting in pain.
"Granted." That was response she was given, she turned on her heel, picked up her kit, consisting of a water canteen, her SIG SAUER P226, a pack of 500 rounds and 4 spare magazines, ration packs, flint stone, water proof jacket, gloves and first aid kit, and started the walk to the nurses office. Her head was spinning; shock was starting to set in. Scarlett fell forward, her body colliding with the ground.