Lord of the Rings fan fiction, first try.
Summary-
Do not respond to this story unless you've read this.
Yes, this is a bit of a Mary Sue in that I'm sort of putting myself in the
story, but by no means and I trying to pass myself off as perfect and she
is not some moron who fell from the sky to land in Middle Earth. In fact,
this girl will probably be more flawed than even Boromir was. This will
not do justice to Tolkein in any way shape or form, so I thought I'd write
a fair warning on that. Actually, this is more a fan fiction for the
movies than the book, I haven't even read the whole series [please don't
yell at me] but I did finish the first one, and this is only really of the
first one. Another warning, this isn't really angst, but there will
probably be some heavy thinking in it and yes, she does have a bit of a
romance with Legolas, deal with it, besides, if there are so many people
who write them, I'm sure there are plenty who read them, therefore it must
be some kind of a guilty pleasure.
Now that you've read that, this part doesn't really matter, it's mostly
just a few more warnings and the basic storyline of this fic.
Now I will explain the actual storyline. This is basically the same story
as the Fellowship was, but with a young woman with them, a member of the
fellowship [yes I know, another favourite cliché] one who was an old friend
of Gandalf and had been brought with them since before they even met with
Merry and Pippin in the cornfield. She has a 21st ring that even Sauron
didn't know about. It doesn't make her invisible or able to fly or
anything like that, all it does is allow her to not be tempted by the one
ring, it balances with it. She is also a bit like Aragorn, well, more
Strider, in that she has spent most of her life living in the woods and
traveling all over middle earth, becoming known to many different peoples
and gaining experience in many things, but again, not perfect, she is still
human. While she's not an elf, after living in the woods for so long he
has become exceptionally surefooted and quite graceful when moving through
the forest. She is not beautiful, or fair, or mysterious since most of the
time she's been running around, sweating [yes, everyone does it] and
getting dirty, but she is relatively pretty no more than average.
Notes on Tolkein- entirely unnecessary to read. There actually isn't much
changed except I added some of my ideas to it to make it a bit more crowd
pleasing. [i.e. romance with the hottest member, some more adventurous
things, much more character development] and again, please don't yell at
me. Tolkein was a genius, but he was more of a historian than a story
teller. He wrote the Lord of the Rings almost like a text book and I found
I didn't get to know any of the characters except superficial, physical
things. For example, you know Frodo well enough, and you know Sam a bit I
suppose, but you don't know Merry and Pippin at all, only that they are
typical hobbits, same with Gimli, Legolas and even Aragorn isn't well
developed. I definitely found the story lacking in that way. I would have
been much happier getting to know the characters more than the races and
landscapes of middle earth, but we all have different priorities when we
read.
If you read all that, kudos and props and all that jazz is all I can say.
Also, you will have a much better understanding of the story, and perhaps
not be pissed off when you read it. I'll probably have warnings at the
beginning of every chapter, you can ignore them if you like since it will
say some things that will be happening, but again, they're there. One last
thing, read it, great, reply, wonderful. I expect no feedback since I'm
mostly writing this for my own enjoyment, and a few friends, but I thought
I'd post it anyway, if you like it, maybe drop a line to let me know, but I
won't be shattered if you don't. Constructive criticism is wonderful and
flames are fun to read, so pretty much everything will be accepted.
You have been warned now on with the story.
Chapter one
The ancient gray-blue cart rattled along the road behind the fat brown pony. It contained several lumpy sacks whose contents could not be seen but for the occasional glimpse of a bright colour. The ruts in the old road were uneven and rather bumpy and the man steering the cart found himself being a bit jarred as they made their slow journey through the woods. "Only a bit further to go, Croknie." The pony whinnied in response and trudged along. The day had grown late before they reached the top of a hill overlooking the small town of Dellring, one of the lesser known habitations of men in Middle Earth. Knowing he would find less than an open armed welcome in this place, the old man, known in these parts as Gandalf, descended the hill towards one of the houses on the outskirts of the village. They rounded a corner at the bottom of the hill and Gandalf found himself looking on a familiar house. He stepped down from the cart and walked towards the front door. Before he had the chance to knock, the door opened and he was ushered inside by a teenaged boy, the door shut behind him. "She'll be down in a minute," came a voice from the kitchen. "Will you be staying the night?" It spoke again. A slightly pudgy but motherly looking woman stepped into view at the end of the hall of the old creaky house. "My horse needs a rest and I daresay I do as well," Gandalf replied. The woman nodded and rushed up the stairs to prepare an extra bed. At that moment, a young woman, probably very late teens or early twenties came into view. She wasn't beautiful, or fair, but she had a grace and composure in how she carried herself. Her complexion was a bit ruddy from all the sun it had seen mixed with the fresh dirt from a day's work in the home that would currently have her. Perhaps her most striking feature was her eyes, piercing blue and clear. They contained wisdom, but more from experience than age. Her hair a simple straw colour, it was held off her face in a braid that reached a few inches below her shoulders. She practically bounded down the stairs to throw her arms around the elderly man's neck. They both were laughing and saying various words of greeting until the girl pulled away and looked concernedly into his eyes. "It's wonderful to see you, but why? There is something wrong, I can tell," her voice was worried but level. "Ah, you know me too well Elrohiel," Gandalf replied using Elrohiel's own chosen name. He looked down and sighed, shaking his head, then continued, "I'm afraid I must call upon your aid again. I am terribly sorry child, I know you were hoping to have a rest from adventuring, but I fear you are truly needed. This is bigger than anything you have ever done. It may prove to be the most challenging thing of your entire life, also the most important."
As her dear old friend finished, Elrohiel had to take a moment to get her thoughts in order. She guessed the look on her face mirrored her feelings, she'd always been good at hiding emotions, but this had come as such a blow it was difficult. She had been living in this home for almost six months, they were her family, and she needed time out of the world of elves and dwarves and war. Even the fast paced lives of her own people were too much for her. She could perhaps handle the world of hobbits; it was probably closest to the lifestyle she was looking for at the moment. But Gandalf truly did need her; he would not lie or exaggerate on something like this. She looked up at him and smiled before speaking.
"You know I will help, I couldn't in good conscience do anything else. Besides, it would only have been a matter of time before I began to crave adventure again. And if what you speak is true, I suspect it shall take a very long time, perhaps traveling to all the shores of middle earth, and I will do it if you ask it of me. So after it is all over, when I get home and finally have my rest, it shall be all the more glorious."
"We shall leave at first light in the morning, I wish I could give you more time with these wonderful people to say goodbye, but I'm afraid time is of the essence."
You have been warned now on with the story.
Chapter one
The ancient gray-blue cart rattled along the road behind the fat brown pony. It contained several lumpy sacks whose contents could not be seen but for the occasional glimpse of a bright colour. The ruts in the old road were uneven and rather bumpy and the man steering the cart found himself being a bit jarred as they made their slow journey through the woods. "Only a bit further to go, Croknie." The pony whinnied in response and trudged along. The day had grown late before they reached the top of a hill overlooking the small town of Dellring, one of the lesser known habitations of men in Middle Earth. Knowing he would find less than an open armed welcome in this place, the old man, known in these parts as Gandalf, descended the hill towards one of the houses on the outskirts of the village. They rounded a corner at the bottom of the hill and Gandalf found himself looking on a familiar house. He stepped down from the cart and walked towards the front door. Before he had the chance to knock, the door opened and he was ushered inside by a teenaged boy, the door shut behind him. "She'll be down in a minute," came a voice from the kitchen. "Will you be staying the night?" It spoke again. A slightly pudgy but motherly looking woman stepped into view at the end of the hall of the old creaky house. "My horse needs a rest and I daresay I do as well," Gandalf replied. The woman nodded and rushed up the stairs to prepare an extra bed. At that moment, a young woman, probably very late teens or early twenties came into view. She wasn't beautiful, or fair, but she had a grace and composure in how she carried herself. Her complexion was a bit ruddy from all the sun it had seen mixed with the fresh dirt from a day's work in the home that would currently have her. Perhaps her most striking feature was her eyes, piercing blue and clear. They contained wisdom, but more from experience than age. Her hair a simple straw colour, it was held off her face in a braid that reached a few inches below her shoulders. She practically bounded down the stairs to throw her arms around the elderly man's neck. They both were laughing and saying various words of greeting until the girl pulled away and looked concernedly into his eyes. "It's wonderful to see you, but why? There is something wrong, I can tell," her voice was worried but level. "Ah, you know me too well Elrohiel," Gandalf replied using Elrohiel's own chosen name. He looked down and sighed, shaking his head, then continued, "I'm afraid I must call upon your aid again. I am terribly sorry child, I know you were hoping to have a rest from adventuring, but I fear you are truly needed. This is bigger than anything you have ever done. It may prove to be the most challenging thing of your entire life, also the most important."
As her dear old friend finished, Elrohiel had to take a moment to get her thoughts in order. She guessed the look on her face mirrored her feelings, she'd always been good at hiding emotions, but this had come as such a blow it was difficult. She had been living in this home for almost six months, they were her family, and she needed time out of the world of elves and dwarves and war. Even the fast paced lives of her own people were too much for her. She could perhaps handle the world of hobbits; it was probably closest to the lifestyle she was looking for at the moment. But Gandalf truly did need her; he would not lie or exaggerate on something like this. She looked up at him and smiled before speaking.
"You know I will help, I couldn't in good conscience do anything else. Besides, it would only have been a matter of time before I began to crave adventure again. And if what you speak is true, I suspect it shall take a very long time, perhaps traveling to all the shores of middle earth, and I will do it if you ask it of me. So after it is all over, when I get home and finally have my rest, it shall be all the more glorious."
"We shall leave at first light in the morning, I wish I could give you more time with these wonderful people to say goodbye, but I'm afraid time is of the essence."