Author's Note: I do not own anything, all credit goes to it's respected creator's. All I own is my OC. Please don't hate me for this crappy story.. Feedback is welcome.
Prologue
"Mom, I'm going to go out and swim." I say, looking down at my bust again for what felt like the seventh time at trying to fix myself. "Okay, boobzila." My mother snickers, rolling my eyes, I flip her off as I went out the door. Shutting the screen door I look around the porch for my blue goggles, 'where did they go?' I mutter under my breath, moving various things around. After a few minutes of searching, I give up and go down the stairs to the back yard. Looking at the pool, it was an average pool that you could set up. A round circle pool at least fifteen feet in length, looking up at the night sky. I see the dimly lit stars above, a faint smile molds itself on my lips. I set my towel down and walk over to get the pool light. Clicking it on, I threw it in the pool. Watching it settle on the bottom, I fix my top and bottoms again before diving into the cool water.
The cold water sent a shocking sensation throughout my body, swimming to the light I move it towards the center in the pool. It leaving an array of blue, green, and red in the pool. Coming up for air, I swim over to the side and making a grab for my towel, but I grip nothing but grass. 'What the hell?' Wiping the water from my eyes, I look for my towel. "Mom, did you take my towel?" I ask. Looking towards the house, I go to call her again but the words stick in my throat. Pushing myself up onto the ledge, I sit quietly, listening.
Listening is quite an understatement. More like staining to hear something when no sound is present. Straining for a sound seems like forever, then a rustle of a bush. Looking in the dark would be difficult, but for me, not so much. Looking at my surroundings, my eyes rest on a shadowed figure doing a terrible job hiding behind a rosebush. Slipping into the water quietly, I dive to turn off the pool light. Coming back up, I eye the shadow. It looked tall, well everything is tall to me that is taller than my five foot stature. Rising from the pool again, I move silently to the side of the house, grabbing a shovel and gripping it tight.
I tiptoe around the pool and come up to the guy, lifting the shovel ready to bring it down on the creeper's head. When something catches my ears. Westron said in hushed tones, 'That son of a bitch'. Smirking, I throw down the shovel and clap my hands together. "Gandalf! My old friend, what brings you to my wor-" My voice cuts out when the old wizard moves to the side and I'm staring into the bluest eyes I have ever seen. After what seems like a decade my voice finds its way again. And what came out of it didn't please the elder.