Disclaimer: I don't own anything relating to Lord of the Rings or Charmed. Main Character is my own. Please don't sue me I have no money.
Note - Possibly Mary Sue. Also this is most definitely a romance and eventually there will be sappy stuff so you're warned. :0)
When Worlds Collide
The world has changed…I can feel it in the water…
Lissalia Lawson shot up in bed, gasping. "Mum! Mummy! Daddy!" She looked around, her newly short bob of dark brown hair bounced. She was 9 and something of a prodigy. Music, art, and many other things came easily to her, but for the talent she possessed, she equalled in clumsiness.
Her impossibly bright green eyes shone even brighter when excited or experiencing an intense emotion.
Her parents ran into her room. "Lissa!" Her dad yelled, running into the room with a baseball bat. When he saw no one was there he lowered it. "What's wrong?" he pushed his spectacles up his bulbous nose.
She looked at them worried. "I dreamt you and daddy died."
"What?" Samantha sat down next to her and hugged her daughter, "Sweetheart it's going to be 80 or 90 years before we let anyone take us." Her mother had flawless skin and full red lips and an hourglass figure but she was unusually tall at 6'1. Most women were jealous and most men were disgustingly drooling over her.
Lissa hugged her mom. "I saw monsters everywhere. They were horrible."
Maxwell ran a hand through his short messy hair. "Would you like some tea?"
Lissa nodded, her cheeks stained with tears. She adjusted her position and hugged her mom again. Samantha's shoulder length hair fell in her face. She drew her hair back out of her daughter's eyes, revealing perfectly proportioned curved ears. "It was only a dream…it didn't mean anything."
"It was so scary…I kept seeing people dead and you and daddy were being buried."
Samantha drew back a little and took off her bracelet. It was made of what looked like silver but it was much stronger. It was a thin weave of leaves and tiny flecks of rubies made it appear like a few red roses were blooming. "Here…you can wear great grandmother's bracelet."
Lissa looked at her surprised. "But you never take it off."
She smiled. "Hanaviel Swanson was many things but she wasn't selfish. She made this for my grandmother and I'm sure she would like to see it passed onto her grandchildren…but my dear, I would like to wear it when you are not scared. It is a beautiful piece of jewellery." She tilted her daughter's chin up, smiling at her.
Lissa smiled and held out her wrist. Samantha put it on her and adjusted the tightness of it. "Thanks mum." She hugged her mom tightly.
Samantha got up. "Come on." She took her hand and led her daughter down the hall.
Lissa got home and her dad was sitting in the chair in the living room, reading. He usually had an hour to himself when he got home, as he worked the breakfast, lunch, and early afternoon shift at a hotel restaurant.
"Oh…dad…" She nervously took out a note from her pocket, biting her lip and tucking a phantom strand of hair behind her ear. "Here."
He frowned, taking the note. He opened it an sighed. "Lissa Lawson, you've got to hold your tongue."
"But dad I was sooo bored. I just wanted to learn outside. It was beautiful out. Miss Monaghan didn't have to yell at me."
"Yes but you do not have to yell back. It's childish and if you wish to be treated as an adult as you constantly say, than you must act like it…besides your mother and I dread meetings with your teachers. We much prefer to avoid them."
"Sorry…I'll try, I'll be better I promise…so…can we make dinner? I'm starving."
He snickered. "Wait another hour otherwise we'll be staring at the food watching it get cold while we wait for your mother."
When her mother got home they ate and her dad cleaned up while her mom and her went outside to star gaze. Her mother had taught her all the constellations and the stories behind them. Lissa loved the stars. They did that for a half hour before she went up and did her homework, giving her parents some alone time. It was the usual weeknight routine.
She was deep in sleep and so were her parents. Suddenly a loud scream was heard. She shot up, gasping. Then she put her hand over her own mouth, hearing a few male voices, and her dad's angry voice yelling at them. Lissa knew she was supposed to run, that's what her parents taught her. Run to a neighbours and call police. "Kill the girl." She jumped out of bed and tried to think fast. Her mom screamed, begging them not to. Lissa grabbed some pillows and shoved them under the blanket and put her doll under the covers at the top, making some of the dark hair show. Then she ran to her window bench, lifted up the top and took out a couple books, kicking them under the bed, then climbed inside. Seconds later, the door burst open.
"Nice." One demon threw an energy ball at the form under the covers and the other threw a fireball then they simply walked out of the room. The bed caught fire and rapidly started to spread.
Lissa climbed out of her hiding spot then snuck down the hall to her parent's room. Her mom was crying hysterically while her dad was beaten. "Okay! Please stop! PLEASE!" she wiped her face sniffling. "All I know is the constellation bends, as if…" She sniffled again. "As if part of the sky is curved, or missing."
"And where was this?"
Lissa trembled, staring at the four demons in the room. One had red and black on his face and had horns. She thought he was the devil.
Samantha sniffled. "Off the coast of Spain…but about 80 miles out."
"Good." The 'devil' turned to the others. "Torch the place." He made an energy ball and threw one each at her parents. They collapsed. Lissa stood frozen but she somehow ran and hid in the hall closet as the demons went downstairs to start setting the rest of the house ablaze. She watched through a crack, if the demon was coming out. She found it hard not to cough with the smoke coming down the hall. She stepped into the hall and ran into her parents' room. "Mum! Dad!" She shook them each but her dad was dead. Samantha opened her eyes. "Lissa?" She smiled. "Honey you're alright."
She started crying. "Mummy daddy's dead and there's fire. I need you." She tried to help her up but couldn't.
"It's too late honey."
"No it's not. Get up!" She cried.
Samantha took her bracelet off and put it in Lissa's hand. "Take care of this…and always remember Daddy and I love you very much." Her head fell to the floor and she was dead.
"Mum!" She screamed. "Mum!"
Suddenly hands were around her. She screamed again, struggling, holding tightly to the bracelet. "It's okay!" A male voice exclaimed and before she knew it they were surrounded in blue light.
The hands let go when the light ended and she spun around. She came face to face with a boy in his mid teens. Two more people, surrounded in blue light, or blue orbs rather, appeared next to him. One was slightly younger than the first boy, and the other looked like he was in his early thirties. The man approached her and squatted. "My name is Leo…this is my son Chris and his brother Wyatt…we're here to help."
Eventually, through her tears, she told them what she knew. When they were done Leo thought it best to help the kid keep some of her innocence so he gave her some memory dust and tried to have her just remember firemen saving her instead of the brutal killings she had witnessed of her parents.
Lissa moved into the orphanage the next day.
14 years later…
Lissa took out her resume and studied it. She had everything from working at a children's hotline, to being a camp counsellor, to being a jeweller, dressmaker, arts and crafts coordinator, and a set painter for a theatre production of Oliver Twist.
Lissa shrugged, figuring it was good enough. She never failed to get a job though she would have preferred finding a career. She didn't know what she wanted to do. She went into the museum and marched right past the front desk and went looking for the human resources centre.
2 months later…
Lissa brushed the artefacts lightly with the appropriate brush. She stopped. "Where have I seen this before?" She whispered to herself. She held up a fancy piece of armour. Silver with gold wings etched into it.
"Probably a book." Her colleague, Nadine said.
"It's…familiar."
"Like I said, it's probably in a book."
She put down the brush and headed for the library section of the museum.
Lissa stepped into the library and felt like someone was guiding her. She found herself standing in front of the thesis papers in archaeology. "Mum what's that?"
"Oh nothing honey, just some research." She closed the binder and gave her daughter a hug. "You should be in bed." Lissa looked over her mom's shoulder and saw a bunch of books on astronomy, marine archaeology, and sailors.
Lissa blinked then quickly searched the names of the theses. She paused seeing the name Samantha Harris. She took the blue book out and studied it. 'Atlantis by the Stars.' She flipped through it and saw one of the pictures was similar armour as was in the back of the museum. She took the book and hurried out of there.
"Nadine look at what-" she stopped, seeing three scruffy men. "Oh I'm sorry."
"These guys were just saying that this belongs to them."
Lissa eyed them suspiciously. "They have to speak with Mr. Patterson then, and fill in the appropriate paperwork." She softened her face with lots of effort. She didn't believe them at all. Something just wasn't right. "It's standard procedure for there to be an investigation since these artefacts were found on public soil."
They narrowed their eyes. "Is that right?"
She nodded. "If this is from your property than the investigation will prove that. You have no need to be concerned."
The man glanced at the others. "Let's go speak with Mr. Patterson then shall we?"
As soon as they left Lissa let out a breath. "Thank goodness for that."
"What do you mean?"
"You didn't feel…threatened by them?"
"Just because they're scruffy doesn't mean anything. Hell half the guys out there are scruffy…and just because you don't like that doesn't mean anything."
"No it was something else."
"What was it you were going to say before the poster boys for lice showed up?"
She smiled at the comment. "This actually." She showed her the title.
"Atlantis?"
She nodded. "I've always been fascinated by it but it could be inherited." She said lightly, opening to the page with the picture on it.
"What do you mean? Your parents liked it?"
"This is my mum's thesis. I forgot she even wrote it but I remember now...instead of trying to locate Atlantis through the navigational system of modern and sailors past or using a map, she was using all the folklore…and legends of unnamed islands in history. Important islands or places with an advanced culture. She took whatever constellations or stars in the sky mentioned in those legends and tried to plot them."
"That sounds like a lot of work."
"My mother got her job because of this…though she couldn't prove anything conclusively of course." She held up the book showing her the image on the page. "It's nearly identical to that artefact isn't it?"
"Wait, you're actually saying this is from Atlantis?"
"Possibly…or it could just be another ancient piece of armour, likely for someone royal because not many other people would have gold inlaid in it." She smiled. "It's really quite beautiful though isn't it?"
"Sure…but I prefer jewellery."
"Don't we all." She smiled and sat down. "Let's see what else we've got here from the underwater vessel found."
"It's called a sub."
"I know but it sounds so…insignificant." She took a rock like object and started peeling at the sides. The coral broke off and eventually she found a small dagger beneath it. Strange writing was all along the blade. "Wow…this is exquisite."
The phone on the table rung. Nadine answered it. "Mr. Patterson? I can't hear you…you have to speak up." Her eyes widened and she hung up then dialled 911.
"Nadine?" Lissa stood up. "What's wrong?"
"Yeah police I-" She stopped. "Hello?" She hung up. "Lines have been cut…we need to get out of here."
Lissa grabbed her coat and pulled it on. "Is someone robbing this place?"
"I think it's those men…Mr. Patterson said he was stabbed."
She flinched. "We can't let them get these then." She took the dagger and the two other pieces covered in coral, and put them in her bag then slipped it over her shoulder.
"We should just get out of here." Nadine said grabbing the helmet and the two pieces of Egyptian jewellery (still in their boxes) and dropped them into her backpack. They ran as fast as they could to the emergency exit.
"Wait, what about Mr. Patterson? We should go back for him."
"Are you crazy? We'll get killed."
Lissa thought about it then took the dagger from her bag and slipped the bag over Nadine's neck. "Get to somewhere safe then call the police."
"Wait you can't-" Lissa was already out of sight. Nadine thought about it then turned and left.
Lissa found her way to Mr. Patterson's office and for once was not clumsy. She was almost graceful as she snuck her way to him. He was still trying to crawl towards the door when she ran in. "Oh my god." She dropped to his side and put the blade down. "I've got you. Help's on its way." She put his arm around her. Mr. Patterson was a sixty year old professor who spent half his life travelling the world on digs and excursions, while the other was a professor at Oxford and consult to the British Museum.
She reached for the blade but it flew from the spot. Lissa looked up wide eyed. Two of the men were there blocking the doorway.
"Ain't dis a pretty little thing?"
"The dagger's nice too."
"The police-"
"Aren't coming." The third man entered the room and put Lissa's bag on the table. There were splatters of blood on it.
Lissa looked at them shocked then blinked. "You bastards." Those were her last words. The 'man' holding the dagger plunged it into her chest.