Chapter One
The Fall
This story starts out in 19th century Canada, but moves into Middle-Earth. May be a little mary-sueish.but hopefully not too much.
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Kira looked around her nervously. She knew very well that she was making too much noise and that he would find her soon. She crouched behind a rock and wedged herself as well as she could underneath it. Soon she heard his footfall coming in her direction. She held her breath and tried as best she could to ignore the sound of her heart beating in her ears.
Nathan stopped dead in his tracks and looked to the ground. She had been here, he was sure of it. And not to long ago at that. He smirked, and carefully surveyed the terrain. A thin smile played on his lips as he walked round a large boulder in his way.
He suddenly dropped to his knees and peered between the rock and the forest floor. Kira gasped and let out a small scream. Instinctively her leg flew out and kicked Nathan's legs out from under him. She wiggled out from under the boulder and stood over him, then backed a few feet away and watched him intently as he got up.
"Why must you make this so difficult, Kira?" He asked, seeming somewhat offended.
"Because I can." Kira replied. "Besides you ALWAYS come after me anyways."
He sighed, "True.I suppose it's my fault for not telling you he wasn't truly in love with you." He truly looked sorry.
"Yes it is," She answered matter-of-factly, "and it was a cruel joke to begin with. You should have told him so."
"I am sorry, sister," Nathan said and moved closer. "Am I forgiven?"
Kira smiled widely "Always. You know I can't stay angry with you for, long dear brother." She said as she dusted the dirt off her skirts. "Come, let's head back now. I must plan a payback to that little stunt Anthony pulled."
"Oh, please Kira don't hold a grudge. It doesn't become you, and what will father say if you do? He was very cross with you the last time you and Anthony had a vendetta going and you put ink in his tea. I can only imagine what scheme is running though that head of yours this time," Nathan pleaded.
Kira sighed and looked as innocent as she could. "I promise I'll try my best not to get caught up in Anthony's behavior." She said, crossing her fingers behind her back as she said so. Nathan rolled his eyes and let out an exasperated sigh as he led her home.
***
"Ouch!" Anthony cried as Kira hit him in the arm as hard as she could." I said I was sorry. I thought you would find it funny."
"Oh, right! Like thinking the one boy who seems to derive such great pleasure in my annoyance, is in love with me would be in any way fun or amusing!" Kira huffed.
Anthony smiled and wrapped him arm around her. "Come on now, Lady Kira. I KNOW a small part of you enjoyed my attention," he teased.
"Anthony, be assured right now that NO part of me has ever or will ever enjoy the sort of attention you give me. DON'T TOUCH ME!" she pulled away, shoving his arm off her, then proceeded to storm away.
"I'll see you at your party, then?" Anthony yelled after her, just before she slammed her house door.
Anthony smiled as he headed for his horse, which a stable hand was holding nearby. A smile crossed his young, yet rugged, handsome features as he took the reigns and climbed into the saddle. As he rode home, he knew he shouldn't have teased her so, but it was just so easy to goad her. He really did care for her.
Anthony and Kira had always bickered. It was their way. They really were very close and usually very friendly towards each other. They had been friends since she had moved to Vancouver with her brother and parents twelve years ago, all the way from France. Kira had been only seven and her brother Nathan ten. Anthony and his family lived on the estate next to theirs so Anthony had been Kira's first friend her age. She still had a rather obvious French accent and it was something he would tease her about all the time. But everyone knew they where friends and it was in jest. They thought of each other as brother and sister, though Kira would die first before she ever admitted it. Anthony dug his heels into his horse's ribs a little to speed him up. He didn't want to be late for Kira's nineteenth birthday party, He had to get home and get ready.
***
"Hey, move that a little higher," Nathan said to the man who was holding a corner of the banner going up for the party. He looked over to his shoulder towards the door when he heard it slam. He soon saw his sister rush by, obviously in a huff, and he could guess why. He had learned that it was best to leave her alone when she was in this sort of mood. Kira tended to throw things-and hit the people she was throwing them at. She always had been an exceptional shot. Nathan knew this all too well. So he just preoccupied himself with the party and its arrangements. God only knew where his mother and father were, probably looking for Kira. Their mother had insisted on helping her 'get ready' for this party for over a month now. Their mother was trying to find a suitable suitor for Kira and both siblings knew it. Kira simply despised being shown off like some prize horse at an auction, and she had confided this to her brother and Anthony many times before. Nathan shrugged it off and focused on the preparations.
***
Kira heard the soft melodious music drift up from the hall, and she rolled here eyes. She distained parties, mostly because she had to dress up in makeup and frilly dresses that always itched. She had always been and would always be a 'tomboy,' as her brother and Anthony called it. She loved to ride; she was excellent at archery, mostly because she was a naturally good shot. Her father had also taught her some of swordplay, though she had never really liked it much, it more suited her brother who loved to fence, but she was moderately good with a sword, nonetheless.
Her father wouldn't allow ANY child of his to get on in life without the skill of how to handle a sword or archery. He thought of fencing as a gentleman's sport and had started teaching Nathan at a young age. He had only started teaching Kira when she had begged him to teach her. Archery had been something most young ladies of certain standing in society took up when they reached a particular age, it was considered a sport that taught discipline, so many fathers had their daughters taught. Though that was back in France, Kira was not sure how many women her age knew archery of swordplay here in Canada. Though she thought it was probably just as popular.
Kira quickly finished with her hair and looked at herself long and hard in her mirror. She made a face. "Arg.I hate purple. It's not my colour."She said and she scrunched up her face.
"Kira dear, please be good. We were hoping you'd have an adequate suitor by now." Her mother, Marion, said to her from where she was sitting on the edge of her daughter's bed. "But you have been rather difficult and rude with the men your father brings home for you."
"Ick! You mean those stuffy old businessmen that Father always brings over?" Kira answered her mother, arching a slender eyebrow, and moving a strand of her scarlet red hair away from her face. She let her blue eyes stay too long on her mother and she knew it was a mistake. She quickly averted her gaze back to her reflection, but it was too late. Her mother got up and started to undo her hair.
"Please, Kira, I am begging you. Be good!" Marion Du Sancton said as she completely re-did her youngest child's hair. In exactly the same way it had just been.
Kira let out an annoyed sigh then nodded "Yes, mother. I promise," She said earnestly. For she knew how her mother could get when she broke her promises and it wasn't pretty. 'Maybe that's where I get my short temper.' Kira wondered to herself as her mother finished her hair.
"All right that's it, you look beautiful Kira darling," her mother said while looking her over.
"I feel like a doll out on display in a shop window,"Kira answered, pouting slightly.
***
"Kira! There you are!" Anthony said as he walked up beside her. She was away from the party out on one of the verandas leaning on the railing looking out over the gardens. Her head jerked up when she heard her name and she smiled slightly as he walked towards her.
"Hello there," Kira smiled as he joined her and leaned an elbow on the railing.
"Hello, m'lady. How are you on this fine eve?" He asked barely able to contain his grin.
Kira fiddled with the sash that was around her waist and rolled her eyes at him. "Why do you always tease me so?"
"I don't know. But I know that's how our relationship has been since we where children." He answered her, staring into her eyes. He heard a small almost inaudible sigh escape her.
"I tire of this game Anthony; we are adults now. Can we not try to get along?"
"I.." He had no time to finish his statement, for just then Nathan chose to emerge from out of nowhere.
"Hello, you two" Nathan smirked, not knowing what exactly he had interrupted; only that he had interrupted something. He hopped up unto the railing next to his sister and Anthony.
"Why aren't you two inside? Mother is looking for you, Kira. She said something about wanting to introduce you to someone."
Kira let out a low growl, and heard both Anthony and Nathan stifle laughter. "Why does she insist on doing this?" she sighed. She could have sworn she heard a cracking sound but she dismissed it.
All of a sudden the cracking sound became much louder and the railing gave way under them. Kira screamed and Nathan and Anthony yelled out loudly. The fall from where they had been standing to the ground must have been at least fifteen feet. The last thing Kira saw was the ground rushing up to meet her, then her world went completely dark as consciousness escaped her.
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Okay there's chapter one please read and review. I would have uploaded this revision sooner; only stupid ff.net wouldn't let me. *Mutter* stupid ff.net *Mutter*.
Disclaimer: Nothing of Tolkien's is mine so please don't sue.
Namarie Aislin
P.S. Big thank you to twin03 for helping me out with the revisions in this chapter. Lets all give her a round of applause ~Claps~.
The Fall
This story starts out in 19th century Canada, but moves into Middle-Earth. May be a little mary-sueish.but hopefully not too much.
***
Kira looked around her nervously. She knew very well that she was making too much noise and that he would find her soon. She crouched behind a rock and wedged herself as well as she could underneath it. Soon she heard his footfall coming in her direction. She held her breath and tried as best she could to ignore the sound of her heart beating in her ears.
Nathan stopped dead in his tracks and looked to the ground. She had been here, he was sure of it. And not to long ago at that. He smirked, and carefully surveyed the terrain. A thin smile played on his lips as he walked round a large boulder in his way.
He suddenly dropped to his knees and peered between the rock and the forest floor. Kira gasped and let out a small scream. Instinctively her leg flew out and kicked Nathan's legs out from under him. She wiggled out from under the boulder and stood over him, then backed a few feet away and watched him intently as he got up.
"Why must you make this so difficult, Kira?" He asked, seeming somewhat offended.
"Because I can." Kira replied. "Besides you ALWAYS come after me anyways."
He sighed, "True.I suppose it's my fault for not telling you he wasn't truly in love with you." He truly looked sorry.
"Yes it is," She answered matter-of-factly, "and it was a cruel joke to begin with. You should have told him so."
"I am sorry, sister," Nathan said and moved closer. "Am I forgiven?"
Kira smiled widely "Always. You know I can't stay angry with you for, long dear brother." She said as she dusted the dirt off her skirts. "Come, let's head back now. I must plan a payback to that little stunt Anthony pulled."
"Oh, please Kira don't hold a grudge. It doesn't become you, and what will father say if you do? He was very cross with you the last time you and Anthony had a vendetta going and you put ink in his tea. I can only imagine what scheme is running though that head of yours this time," Nathan pleaded.
Kira sighed and looked as innocent as she could. "I promise I'll try my best not to get caught up in Anthony's behavior." She said, crossing her fingers behind her back as she said so. Nathan rolled his eyes and let out an exasperated sigh as he led her home.
***
"Ouch!" Anthony cried as Kira hit him in the arm as hard as she could." I said I was sorry. I thought you would find it funny."
"Oh, right! Like thinking the one boy who seems to derive such great pleasure in my annoyance, is in love with me would be in any way fun or amusing!" Kira huffed.
Anthony smiled and wrapped him arm around her. "Come on now, Lady Kira. I KNOW a small part of you enjoyed my attention," he teased.
"Anthony, be assured right now that NO part of me has ever or will ever enjoy the sort of attention you give me. DON'T TOUCH ME!" she pulled away, shoving his arm off her, then proceeded to storm away.
"I'll see you at your party, then?" Anthony yelled after her, just before she slammed her house door.
Anthony smiled as he headed for his horse, which a stable hand was holding nearby. A smile crossed his young, yet rugged, handsome features as he took the reigns and climbed into the saddle. As he rode home, he knew he shouldn't have teased her so, but it was just so easy to goad her. He really did care for her.
Anthony and Kira had always bickered. It was their way. They really were very close and usually very friendly towards each other. They had been friends since she had moved to Vancouver with her brother and parents twelve years ago, all the way from France. Kira had been only seven and her brother Nathan ten. Anthony and his family lived on the estate next to theirs so Anthony had been Kira's first friend her age. She still had a rather obvious French accent and it was something he would tease her about all the time. But everyone knew they where friends and it was in jest. They thought of each other as brother and sister, though Kira would die first before she ever admitted it. Anthony dug his heels into his horse's ribs a little to speed him up. He didn't want to be late for Kira's nineteenth birthday party, He had to get home and get ready.
***
"Hey, move that a little higher," Nathan said to the man who was holding a corner of the banner going up for the party. He looked over to his shoulder towards the door when he heard it slam. He soon saw his sister rush by, obviously in a huff, and he could guess why. He had learned that it was best to leave her alone when she was in this sort of mood. Kira tended to throw things-and hit the people she was throwing them at. She always had been an exceptional shot. Nathan knew this all too well. So he just preoccupied himself with the party and its arrangements. God only knew where his mother and father were, probably looking for Kira. Their mother had insisted on helping her 'get ready' for this party for over a month now. Their mother was trying to find a suitable suitor for Kira and both siblings knew it. Kira simply despised being shown off like some prize horse at an auction, and she had confided this to her brother and Anthony many times before. Nathan shrugged it off and focused on the preparations.
***
Kira heard the soft melodious music drift up from the hall, and she rolled here eyes. She distained parties, mostly because she had to dress up in makeup and frilly dresses that always itched. She had always been and would always be a 'tomboy,' as her brother and Anthony called it. She loved to ride; she was excellent at archery, mostly because she was a naturally good shot. Her father had also taught her some of swordplay, though she had never really liked it much, it more suited her brother who loved to fence, but she was moderately good with a sword, nonetheless.
Her father wouldn't allow ANY child of his to get on in life without the skill of how to handle a sword or archery. He thought of fencing as a gentleman's sport and had started teaching Nathan at a young age. He had only started teaching Kira when she had begged him to teach her. Archery had been something most young ladies of certain standing in society took up when they reached a particular age, it was considered a sport that taught discipline, so many fathers had their daughters taught. Though that was back in France, Kira was not sure how many women her age knew archery of swordplay here in Canada. Though she thought it was probably just as popular.
Kira quickly finished with her hair and looked at herself long and hard in her mirror. She made a face. "Arg.I hate purple. It's not my colour."She said and she scrunched up her face.
"Kira dear, please be good. We were hoping you'd have an adequate suitor by now." Her mother, Marion, said to her from where she was sitting on the edge of her daughter's bed. "But you have been rather difficult and rude with the men your father brings home for you."
"Ick! You mean those stuffy old businessmen that Father always brings over?" Kira answered her mother, arching a slender eyebrow, and moving a strand of her scarlet red hair away from her face. She let her blue eyes stay too long on her mother and she knew it was a mistake. She quickly averted her gaze back to her reflection, but it was too late. Her mother got up and started to undo her hair.
"Please, Kira, I am begging you. Be good!" Marion Du Sancton said as she completely re-did her youngest child's hair. In exactly the same way it had just been.
Kira let out an annoyed sigh then nodded "Yes, mother. I promise," She said earnestly. For she knew how her mother could get when she broke her promises and it wasn't pretty. 'Maybe that's where I get my short temper.' Kira wondered to herself as her mother finished her hair.
"All right that's it, you look beautiful Kira darling," her mother said while looking her over.
"I feel like a doll out on display in a shop window,"Kira answered, pouting slightly.
***
"Kira! There you are!" Anthony said as he walked up beside her. She was away from the party out on one of the verandas leaning on the railing looking out over the gardens. Her head jerked up when she heard her name and she smiled slightly as he walked towards her.
"Hello there," Kira smiled as he joined her and leaned an elbow on the railing.
"Hello, m'lady. How are you on this fine eve?" He asked barely able to contain his grin.
Kira fiddled with the sash that was around her waist and rolled her eyes at him. "Why do you always tease me so?"
"I don't know. But I know that's how our relationship has been since we where children." He answered her, staring into her eyes. He heard a small almost inaudible sigh escape her.
"I tire of this game Anthony; we are adults now. Can we not try to get along?"
"I.." He had no time to finish his statement, for just then Nathan chose to emerge from out of nowhere.
"Hello, you two" Nathan smirked, not knowing what exactly he had interrupted; only that he had interrupted something. He hopped up unto the railing next to his sister and Anthony.
"Why aren't you two inside? Mother is looking for you, Kira. She said something about wanting to introduce you to someone."
Kira let out a low growl, and heard both Anthony and Nathan stifle laughter. "Why does she insist on doing this?" she sighed. She could have sworn she heard a cracking sound but she dismissed it.
All of a sudden the cracking sound became much louder and the railing gave way under them. Kira screamed and Nathan and Anthony yelled out loudly. The fall from where they had been standing to the ground must have been at least fifteen feet. The last thing Kira saw was the ground rushing up to meet her, then her world went completely dark as consciousness escaped her.
***
Okay there's chapter one please read and review. I would have uploaded this revision sooner; only stupid ff.net wouldn't let me. *Mutter* stupid ff.net *Mutter*.
Disclaimer: Nothing of Tolkien's is mine so please don't sue.
Namarie Aislin
P.S. Big thank you to twin03 for helping me out with the revisions in this chapter. Lets all give her a round of applause ~Claps~.