The Book Of Black Memories: Middle Earth

by AHaddock3

There is a girl. She was dead, but she is alive. She was from Earth, but also from Middle-Earth. She has two bodies, but one soul. In order to keep the story from unraveling she must join the Fellowship Of The Ring and see the story through, as well as what comes after. And she must not tell where she is from. Not even her husband, who is a hero in The War Of The Ring. And an elf.

A/N

Hello, me again.

So, for those of you who don't read my one-shots, I feel that it is necessary to give you a bit of a background on this story.

Transcendence14, a writer here on FanFiction, started to write this story some time ago. But she can't write anymore, and asked me to write it for her. For those of you who read it, I will NOT be writing it in the same manner. I have all the plot points, but my writing style will be a bit different. Meaning that I will mostly be using third person POV.

The Book Of Black Memories was originally a crossover between The Lord Of The Rings and How To Train Your Dragon, but I thought that there was too much backstory to have it work that way, and so it's now a two-parter. So, this first part is the part in Middle-Earth, and the second part will be in the HTTYD universe. I hope that clears up any confusion anyone might feel.

Enjoy!

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PROLOGUE

The girl crept through the dark room, glancing furtively about before returning her gaze to the book that lay on a stone pedestal, lit by the only light in that dark, dark, place. A shaft of moonlight coming from a circular hole in the ceiling.

The girl looked up at a the hole and smiled. nothing but light could get through it.

She reached out a hand and touched the book with awe, reverence even.

The book was bound with a hard black substance that could only be dragonskin, reinforced with black metal, with a clasp that was locked with a silver lock. The lock had seven keyholes.

The girl thought how lucky she was to know that only one key was needed, and where to take the key from.

The thought was cut off as she shivered. It was cold, here in the heart of the mountain. The magic that governed this place allowed only the dress, which was both loose and fitting, which flowed around her ankles, tightened to her wrists, and encircled the base of her neck.

Nothing else. No underclothes, no socks, no shoes, not even something to restrain her hair, which tumbled unchecked to the middle of her back.

Nothing could be brought, save for the key, which she clutched in her left hand. She opened her hand, and gazed at the key, glistening silver in the moonlight. The word TRUTH was etched into the body of the key.

She moved the key toward the lock and stopped, hesitant.

The Book Of Black Memories...

These memories were not hers, she couldn't...No.

There was no turning back.

She turned the key in each keyhole and the lock sprang. She picked up the book and sat on the pedestal.

She took off the lock, opened the clasp, and took a deep breath.

Once upon a time, she thought sarcastically to herself.

And she opened the book.

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A/N Because I am the queen of cliffhangers. :-)

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