Where are we ?

by blackfire93

My grandmother, twin sister and myself go on a camping trip that winds up with us in Middle Earth, where grandmother tells me and Breanna the secret of our parentage and now she's flirting with Gandalf! What is going on? How will we survive in middle earth when we arrived sixty-three years before the Fellowship is formed? And why is that Haldir elf staring at my sister?

1. Chapter 1

CHAPTER ONE

I sighed in annoyance as my sister called me again for the third time in ten minutes. "Yes Anna?" I asked letting my exasperation seep through my tone. "Did you remember to pack the flashlight, things for s'mores, extra batteries, first aid kit, toothbrush and toothpaste?" My sisters frantic voiced asked. I bit my lip and took a deep breath in through my nose and let it silently leave my lips before I replied. "Yes Bree, I packed everything that you and grandma wrote down as well as everything that I thought we might need and several things that different survival guides say to take...Oh! And I packed all three of us a fully charged mp3 player each with our favorite songs on, and extra batteries as well as a small pair of headphones for each and one set of speakers and all the bags are waterproof." I replied.

"Okay. Alright so I'm about to leave work then I'll swing by and pick up gram and change when we get to your place then we'll go ahead and leave." Breanna my older fraternal twin sister said. I agreed and we hung up as I finished my triple check of the three bulging backpacks that I had packed. I rolled my neck cracking it and my shoulders before adding the bedroll to each pack each having a pillow already sewed into the bed. Deciding to carry my two flutes and putting my Glock into the holster at my side as well as two at my lower back, and a small pistol at each ankle, I finished by adding my various assortment of knives hidden on my body under and in my clothes. Being a government paid assassin meant always being ready, no matter how careful I was I knew that one day someone could figure out my identity and then I and all those I cared about would be toast. Therefore I was always keyed up and ready for anything, one of the reasons my grandma and sister had come up with this idea for a hiking trip as a month long vacation.

I smiled as I thought of my energetic and slightly eccentric grandma Carol Bael, she had raised my twin and me after our parents were killed by stumbling into the middle of a gang war, although Breanna and I were seven when it happened neither of us really remembered them. I sighed and put the past out of my thoughts as I took each backpack downstairs and put them on the floor near the door so we could grab them on the way out.

I started a pot of coffee while I was waiting and cut up a watermelon and a honeydew melon, then melted some chocolate to dip them in while I stirred the melting chocolate I let my mind drift over my twin and Gram. Honestly me and Breanna looked like we came from two very different set of parents, the only thing we had in common was our height, love of the outdoors and strange violet eyes my had flecks of gold and hers had flecks of silver other than that she had strawberry blonde hair that had a natural curl that she had never cut so it flowed down past her waist, my black hair just brushed the top of my shoulders and had cornflower blue streaks. She is sweet and she loves constantly being around people, I am sarcastic and I dislike being around a lot of people. She is trusting and on some levels naïve, well I get paid to kill people so I am very distrusting and I have seen many things that I hope my sister will never have to see. She is as white as snow although she loves being outside, I'm a golden tan, she has bigger curves and is very beautiful and she is constantly being asked out. I'm not as curvy as she is and I scare most guys to much for them to bother asking me out, she loves bright colors whereas I prefer darker colors. She's scared of any animal bigger than a house cat, I love wolves and horses.

A loud knock on my door startled me out of my thoughts and I looked down at the melted chocolate and realized thankfully that I had kept stirring it even though I was off in my thoughts. I took the pan off the heat and walked to the door cautiously grabbing one of the many guns I had hidden all over the house my sister and grandma would just enter and I lived out in the middle of nowhere with no neighbors for twenty miles in every direction. I kept my gun hidden behind my back as I opened the door quickly holding my body to the side to keep out of any line of fire that may ensue.

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