Welcome,
Not hard to figure out, this is my FIRST story posted here, and my FIRST venture into LOTR fanfiction. So please be gentle, I'm a virgin.
Yes, I edit all my own work. If there's any spelling/grammar/punctuation mistakes I miss, do let me know! Those things matter, and I will fix them. This story is a "modern girl gets sucked into her favourite film" type story, but with a twist.
DISCLAIMER:
1. An oldy but a goody, I DON'T own any of the LOTR universe. Belongs to J.R.R. Tolkien, etc. etc. This goes for every ongoing chapter in this tale. All I DO own are my OC's. You'll know them when you read them. They're the ones you don't recognise.
2. This story will have a partially AU theme. Of course, all fanfics do to some degree, but I WILL be sticking as closely to the original storyline as my plot allows. Keep this in mind when reading, occasionally characters may say or do things not particularly on par with this world, which is sort of inevitable. This is not a strictly followed guideline to the goings on of Middle-Earth (ie: geography, social aspects, customs etc.), but a work of imagination. Unfortunately I ain't no Professor in this shit. If that's not your cup of tea, do feel free to move along. You've been warned.
WARNING:
This story WILL eventually have mature-level content. As in, no kiddies please. M-rated smuttiness and all that. But, of course, tastefully so. If you're looking for a quick fix, probably not the place for you.
This story is COPYRIGHTED. Any unlawful distribution without the directly expressed permission of the author is illegal. And yes, fanfiction is still under copyright laws (No I'm not saying I own LOTR, as I did just establish that I do not), I'm just saying don't post it as your own because it's still fraud and still illegal. I've dealt with it before, so just a friendly reminder.
Written purely for fun and to strengthen my writing, nothing more.
So please, sit back, relax and enjoy the show!
- Torrance Rose -
"Though my soul may set in darkness, it will rise in perfect light;
I have loved the stars too fondly to be fearful of the night."
The Old Astronomer - Sarah Williams
Prologue
"Oh dear, oh dear me!" Radagast whined uneasily as he rummaged about his cluttered, vine-ridden hut.
It was nothing like his home in Greenwood, but it had managed just as well over the years as the Elven woodland fell to the clutches of evil.
Mirkwood, it was now known. How pitiful.
Sebastian snuffled near his friend's feet questioningly as Radagast swept tomes and artefacts to the floor, effectively clearing the table to make room for the tiny bundle of fur snug and shivering violently in his arm.
"Not now, Sebastian!" Radagast dismissed the hedgehog, spraying rain water from his beard just as a particularly brutal boom of thunder shook the walls.
He'd found the beast, drenched and half dead, whimpering pathetically in pain on a round through the forest just as the rain had started. Already at death's door, Radagast considered it a miracle that he'd found the helpless creature in time.
The tiny, wet thing was placed gently on a coarse woollen rug in the middle of the table. A single flick of the wizard's hand pulled the dying flames in the fireplace to full, unrelenting force. The creature quivered, a soft mewl passing from it's crinkled black snout.
It looked as though it had been dragged, kicking and screaming, from the very bowels of Udûn. And in one single, brash moment, Radagast contemplated ending it's fragile little life.
It wouldn't take much, and would save so much pain and hardship in the future.
After all, it was a monster.
Just as his worn hands crept to extinguish the flame of life within the now unconscious infant, Radagast snapped back to reality with another ominous, thundering boom from the dark sky above.
"Valar forgive me, what am I doing?!"
Shaking himself, Radagast continued his frantic pace as the rain bucketed down outside, a few leaks in the ceiling caught by the scattered tin cans below.
"Ah, yes!" He crowed triumphantly, lifting a few herbs from the recesses of a worn leather satchel.
Grinding them into a paste, he hastened to tend to the small beasts wounds. Radagast paid no mind to the various animals watching curiously from the shadows, too fearful to leave the safety of the darkness with such a strange, unknown scent on the air.
Lightning flashed, followed closely by another tremor of thunder right above their heads.
Lifting his hat diligently, the wizard pulled out a small, hidden vial and bade the monster drink.
A half hour later and Radagast was shushing the tiny bundle softly as he wound a blanket around its prone form for extra warmth, a small smile playing tentatively on his lips as he stroked the damp fur back from closed eyes.
It was no bigger than his forearm, with fur missing in sporadic patches. The little beast had fallen asleep almost immediately as he'd began his ministrations, a yawn baring it's tiny pointed fangs and curling tongue to the world.
"Oh Yavanna," Radagast sighed heavily as he sat back in his armchair by the fire, the infant she-wolf soundly asleep within the comforting embrace of his arms, "Why have you sent her to me?"
He would take care of her, nurse her back to health and rear her as she grew. Oh yes, of course he would. He'd never been known to turn down stray, helpless animals. After all, he wasn't dubbed the 'Tender of Beasts' for nothing.
But, Yavanna help him, this little wolf would surely test him over the years. One didn't have to be a wizard to recognise a direct descendant of Draugluin himself.
Those unusual, vibrant violet eyes said it all.
Modern times, Australia.
She had woken up, naked as the day she'd been born, covered in dirt and buried beneath the flowers of her back garden again.
Not that she had anything against nature or whatever, but you know.
It was fucking weird.
Elle Roberts lifted her head to the rising sun, the overpowering scent of rolled soil permeating her senses.
"What the f-" She cut herself off, unceremoniously dragging her leaden form to a shaky stand.
What happened last night?
The last thing she could remember was getting home from work around 10:00pm, and passing out cuddling a bottle of cheap wine an hour later. Absolutely nothing that would have led her to wind up nude to the chill of an early Autumn breeze, laying in a pile of dirt, with a headache the size of an avalanche.
Okay, so maybe the last part had something to do with the wine. But she drew the line there, she certainly hadn't drunk enough to completely black out.
Elle glanced around nervously to her neighbours yards, hands pressed to her breasts and between her thighs for safety, before a squeak tumbled from her lips and she bolted toward the door with all the grace of a newborn foal.
That is to say, not much.
At least nobody had seen her in her birthday suit, which wasn't too great a comfort after waking up like this for the second time in under a month.
Elle shivered, cold and confused, and made her way through her small but tidy home in Newtown, Sydney, to the dingy bathroom she unfortunately shared with her airhead roommate.
Harley's Barbie-blonde hair weaved in mattered strands across the tiny sink, causing Elle's nose to crinkle as she shut the door behind her.
No matter how many times she rinsed them down the drain, they always seemed to creep back in force.
Taking a shuddering breath, Elle raked a mud streaked hand through her tangled hair and appraised her nude self in the dusty full length mirror propped up beside their bath/shower combo.
Fuck.
She definitely looked like she'd spent a decent enough portion of her night rolling about in a vegetable patch, that was for sure. Smelt like it, too. If she was being honest.
Her normally clear, pale skin was now littered with the evidence of her little late night adventure, her hair as equally spoiled by the mud she'd used as a pillow.
"What the actual fuck, Elle." She groaned, futilely attempting to wipe a smudge of dirt from her cheek.
If she wasn't waking up naked somewhere, she was having bizarre dreams about running through woodlands and hunting prey on all fours. Whatever was going on in this brain of hers, it just wasn't right.
After effectively managing to only smear the mud deeper into her skin, Elle growled and swung herself up and into her shower.
Scrubbing at her body like a woman possessed, she stayed that way until the steaming water ran cold and clear and the room smelled overpoweringly like her coconut body wash and jasmine shampoo.
Finally satisfied, though grim with confusion, she patted herself dry with the less-than-savoury company of her turmoiled thoughts.
What was happening to her?
These blackouts were becoming so much more common now, and it was scaring the crap out of her. They had started suddenly in her late teens, happening maybe once a year. And now, at twenty-three, they were coming in monthly.
It was as if whatever had blessed her to be born with Alexandria's Genesis had suddenly decided, 'Oh, hey you, the one with the strange eyes and no body hair! Since you don't get your period because of that genetic mutation I gave you, how about you get frequent monthly blackouts and weird-ass dreams instead? Sound good?'
"No it fucking doesn't, asshole." Elle grumbled to herself, whipping on her cobalt blue robe.
A loud knocking on the door interrupted her musings, making her jump back and snarl.
Wait, what?
Snarl...?
"Ellie, you done? I gotta pee!" Was the answering call as the banging sounded again.
God she hated that nickname.
"I'm done, I'm done." Elle answered wearily as she pulled open the door to Harley's bleary-eyed face.
"Sweet. You better not have used up all the hot water!"
Grinning secretly to herself for taking a longer than usual shower, Elle let her roommate through before seeking refuge in her bedroom.
Now, Harley was pretty much everything Elle wasn't. Which was probably why Elle had been so open to having her as a roommate to begin with.
A typical party girl, obsessed with Kim Kardashian and Justin Bieber (gag), she spent more time on her hair than Elle would reading an entire novel. The term Malibu Barbie sprang to mind whenever Elle thought of her. Artificially straightened blonde hair, baby blue eyes and an unnatural tan so deep it was off-putting to say the least.
These days, Elle preferred spending her time with her head stuck in a book or watching a great film. She had more of a 'been-there, done-that' attitude toward Harley's constant stream of late nights and catatonic hangovers, and downright refused to spend her free time in an uncomfortably tight dress and tottering heels just for the attention of some asshole not worth her wasted breath.
Unfortunately not one for a lot of friends lately, Elle spent the last few years avoiding the subject and was more or less always alone. Which is exactly how she liked it.
Not that she didn't have any social skills, or anything. If pressed, she could easily hold her own in a conversation. She just preferred not to. Sure, she had acquaintances and even a few work mates at the library, but no one she would bother to actually call friend.
At least, not since Angie died and everything fell apart.
Taking ahold of her bottom lip between her teeth, Elle dressed in a simple white t-shirt and faded boyfriend jeans, effectively hiding herself behind the baggy clothing, before combing out her long hair.
Sitting at her dressing table in view of her mirror, she worked on the decadent curls that fell in layered waves to her waist. Thick, luxurious and a rich, chocolate brown. Her hair was easily her favourite asset.
That or the violet-blue eyes she'd slowly grown to like as she grew older, despite the way she'd felt about them as a child. Just like her hair, they were darkly lashed and exotically slanted, striking against her alabaster skin. However those were mostly hidden behind the black-rimmed spectacles she wore. Contacts just seemed to irritate her.
Alexandria's Genesis was thought to have been bred out centuries ago, a mutation that caused the bearer unusual violet eyes, ghostly pale skin that refused to tan, and not a single bodily hair save that of her head, brows and lashes.
Plus, she never got her period. Which was pretty wicked, she didn't really want to have kids anyway.
The downside, however, was that it was causing blackouts now. Or so she assumed, because if it wasn't the mutation then she had serious cause to worry.
Logically, she knew that that didn't make a whole lot of sense, but at the moment she couldn't really care less. Just one more concern to add to her growing list.
Finally finished with her hair, Elle braided her still-damp locks back from her face with a flourish.
Hurrying now, she stuffed her feet into her favourite pair of old boots, snatching her shoulder bag from the hook by her door before pulling on a loose cardigan.
Not even bothering to eat breakfast, Elle slipped from the front door with a barely audible creak to the sounds of Harley's shrieks under the freezing cold spray of the shower.
Smiling jubilantly, Elle hummed as she walked briskly to the station, ready to begin another long, tiring day at the library.
She'd be closing up again tonight, but since it was Friday, maybe she could get home before 10:00 for once.
Yeah, right. Like that would ever happen.
Elle hadn't bothered to check her phone, but she was pretty sure Harley had sent her a very nicely worded text describing her sentiments on the little incident with the shower this morning.
The thought made her smile every time. That's for always stealing my clothes, and staining them with your stupid fake tan!
Paybacks a bitch.
Her shift was almost over, just a half hour more and she'd be done until Monday. They'd already closed up for the evening, ushering patrons out like buzzing flies. Now Elle was the only librarian left, staying behind a little later to tidy up.
As always, she'd been stuck straightening the DVDs for a good ten minutes now. Somehow this was always the messiest station.
She sighed, exaggerated and drawn out. Her eyes felt heavy, her body on autopilot as she meandered through the rows of films.
"Fucking hell, man. Really?" Elle snapped to no one as she spied yet another pile of films tossed haphazardly to the floor at the end of the last aisle.
Kids these days, disrespectful little wankers.
Bending to gather the dropped merchandise, she flicked through to check for damage before placing them back into their correct positions.
"Great, just great!" She scowled down at the last cracked case in her hands.
Typical. And it just had to be one of her favourite movie franchises, too. A three-disc set of a limited edition Lord of the Rings trilogy, and now it was broken.
Fan-fucking-tastic.
Grumbling incessantly, Elle stamped her way back down through the library to the office. The discs inside the broken case were blessedly undamaged. But still unusable. It's not like she could just tape back up the case and hand that out, now could she?
She sighed again, letting her head fall into the crook of her arms as she sat down. It had been a long day.
Elle.
Elle's head snapped up, eyes wide and far more awake than they'd been a moment ago.
When exactly had she fallen asleep?!
Fumbling for a clock, Elle gasped. It was three in the morning. She'd been unconscious for over five hours!
Groaning, Elle rubbed the sleep from her eyes and stood from her chair, slinging her bag over her shoulder and adjusting her fallen glasses as she did. She had to be getting home.
Elle.
She spun, confused. Had someone just...?
Elle.
Elle felt a chill roll up her spine, suddenly feeling very not alone.
Taking tentative steps forward, she peered out from the office and down the dimmed aisles of the library. It was pitch black at the end of the halls, the ominous glow from the street lamps outside her only light.
"H-hello?" She called, eyes wide and fearful behind her thick spectacles.
No answer.
Had she imagined it?
"Of course you did, you dickhead." Elle scolded herself, turning away just as the same soft, feminine voice whispered out once more.
Elle.
She started, her body stiff and gripped with terror.
Elle stepped slowly out into the main floor, her eyes scanning wildly for any sign of life.
"This- This isn't funny!"
Her voice echoed, to no answer.
"Come out, asshole! I'll call the police!" Her words shook. Hardly the intimidating picture she'd hoped for.
Do not be afraid, little one.
Elle jumped, scrambling from the door and whipping around as she raised her hand nervously to the back of her neck. She could have sworn the voice had been directly behind her!
Goosebumps ran riot across her skin as she broke out into a nervous sweat.
Shaking her head, Elle clenched her eyes shut in response.
"My god, please, leave me alone!" She cried out.
After a few moments standing there in the dark, shaking and terrified, Elle finally lowered her hands from her face and peered around.
Nothing.
Her heart was thumping in her throat and didn't seem to want to calm down as Elle spun full circle in search of anything amiss.
"Hello...?"
Complete silence.
Well, save for the cars passing outside anyway.
Finally releasing the breath she'd pent up inside her chest, Elle stepped toward the main doors with her set of keys jingling in her hands. With her body still on complete alert, she made a run for it toward the doors when the voice spoke once more.
Élodie.
Elle stopped dead in her tracks, her breath hitching in her throat.
What did it call her...?
In that split instant, all fear was erased from Elle's mind and posture. She straightened slowly, turning toward the sound.
A blue orb glowed eerily in the dark just a few feet away, dancing before her eyes as the sweetest voice caressed her ears, drowning her in a state of serenity.
Little one, it is time.
Elle nodded blindly, her eyes innocently wide as her lenses reflected back the blue light emanating from the orb. Her mind was perfectly blank and at peace. All she knew was that she had to, no, wanted to follow that sweet voice.
With each step she took, the orb floated back, frolicking just out of reach of her outstretched fingers. Elle needed to touch it, she felt it in every bone of her body. If only it would stop jumping about like a skittish deer and actually let her.
Follow me, it whispered to her, filling her senses, Follow me to who you really are.
She followed. Staggering about like a desperate drunk, sure, but still followed as the orb led her down through the stacks until they could go no further.
Elle was breathing hard, in rapture as she shuffled closer and closer to her prize.
And just as her fingertips reached out, finally making contact and slipping blessedly beneath the oddly cool surface of the blue light, her senses returned full pelt.
Elle recoiled like it were a hot poker, but it was too late. Her screams went unheard as she was sucked into the alien substance, and gone in a blinding flash of white light.
Follow me, little wolf...
Hope you all enjoyed this little tidbit to begin with! Gotta build the foundation, and all that jazz ;) PLEASE, don't forget to leave a review, good or bad, the feedback tells me not only what you want, but how I can be better! Follow/Favourite too if you liked!
*EDIT* I just wanted to add this little note here guys. As I straighten out in Chapter 1 (at the intro) there is a reason why Elle has violet eyes and not brown/amber, like a normal wolf. It's because it's so important to have that distinguishing characteristic between her and the wolf. This eye colour is not unbelievable however, as it is an ACTUAL eye colour. Google it. Elizabeth Taylor had violet eyes. It's a genetic disorder. As well as that, I wanted an eye colour that could exist in both realms and still be distinguishing, drawing that distinction between the genetic disorder thought to have been bred out, to the werewolf disorder thought to have been bred out. It was supposed to be a clever similarity between the two worlds that happened to fit for one person. ALL the werewolves, including Draugluin the sire, have violet eyes in my story. That is not canon, but it is what I needed for Radagast to recognise what she was. Please stop telling me an unusual eye colour is a Mary Sue deal. I know it is, but this isn't because I like the colour (Personally I would have preferred green with her hair). It has a purpose in this story that is paramount. Otherwise for all Radagast knew, she was just a normal wolf with no human soul taken from her. If I wanted to make it canon, she would have had to have red eyes. But that would have been even more unusual and unbelievable in the human world, and TOO distinguishing in Middle-Earth that she'd likely be attacked on the street. Again, there is a purpose to EVERYTHING I put in this story, even if you can't see it yet! All will be revealed!
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^ The closest thing I could find to how I picture her eyes. See, not too insane! ^ (Remove spaces, etc) remember guys, violet isn't purple. It's a dark bluey colour that has a dash of purple to it.
So much love, and so much devotion! Thanks to all who took the time to read this!
Until next time,
- T
xo
