"A Story About Two Girls"
Author: Alasia Moonstalker
Legalese: I don't own anything LOTR, but I do own the two girls.
Genre: Action/Adventure/Humor
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Two cousins, a bag of pancakes and a Bronce end up in Middle Earth. There they'll meet the bad guys first, more bad guys second and then the good guys. What could posssibly go wrong?

Author's Notes: Hey all. It's been ages. Forgive me. I've had major writer's block and real life swamped me. The water is no longer up to my ears, so here's something new. I hope to finish it.

As for the whole Mary-Sue thing. I think it's all relative. All OC's are a bit of a Mary-Sue anway. Call this what you will.

A Story About Two Girls
Chapter One: M.I.A.

The first thing one would notice upon entering the bedroom of Kitta James was that it was a mess. Clothes and shoes and books lay all over the room. Multiple sets of colored pencils and lots of sketchbooks and notebooks were strewn everywhere. The second thing one would notice was that the owner of this room seemed to like the color pink. A lot. The walls were a pink so pale they were nearly white, the carpet was a very dark pink/magenta color. All of the furniture was a nice midle shade of brown and the couch next to bed was white with pink cherry blossoms patterned onto it. The dresser was painted a shade somewhere in the middle, it wasn't bright and it wasn't dark. The quilt on the bed matched the carpet and had neon pink yarn in the quilting. The third thing you'd notice was the lump under the blankets and the top of a blonde head peeking out of said lump.

The next thing you'd notice was that the clock read two p.m.

The door flew open and a girl in faded blue jeans and a black Hurley Inc shirt flew into the room. She had long, layered light brown hair that was straight as a board and had royal blue streaks dancing through it. She was wearing black and white checkered vans and had rectangle frameless glasses on her face. River Matthews stormed over the end of the bed, grabbed fistfulls of the blanket and pulled.

The first thing Kitta did was curl up against the sudden rush of cold air.

The first thing River did was scream: "GET UP!"

- - -

Kitta had pale blonde hair that was naturally that light as it was laced with some darker strands, but not many. It was all cut to the same length and the last three inches were dyed a dark, electirc rose pink. She had the same gray eyes as her cousin did, though Kitta didn't need glasses. She emerged from her bedroom in dark blue jeans, hopping up and down on one foot trying to tie her blue and pink nike shoe. She was wearing a pale pink long sleeved shirt with the Cheshire Cat and 'We're All Mad Here' on it.

River stood in the kitchen of their two bedroom, two bath apartment and smiled slightly at her cousin before returning her attention to the pancakes she was cooking.

"Afternoon sleepyhead."

"it's my day off." Kitta grumbled good naturedly as she sat down on a stool at the bar counter. "Why'd you wake me up like that?"

"I take it you forgot that we're supposed to be going to Grandma and Grandpa Henderson's didn't you." River said.

Kitta looked up, eyes wide. "We are?"

"Yeah. All of the family is. Even Jay is going to be there. It's the Gran's 50th wedding anniversary after all."

"Oh yeah."

Kitta's mother was River's mother's sister. Helena had come first and then their uncle Grant a year later. A year after that, Kitta's mom, Alice had come along. Helena had met Simon Matthews in college and they'd married. River had been born three years and four months later. Alice had met Daniel James at a friends bachelorette party in Vegas. Alice and Dan had both been drunk and had gotten married the same night. Nine months later, there was Alice. Strangely it was Kitta's parents who were still together while River's had divorced when River was twelve.

Jay was River's older brother. A beach bum if ever there was one. He had long brown hair that made him look a bit dorky. He lived in California and spent his days surfing and being rejected by beach bunnies. He, River and Kitta actually got long really well. Unlike Kitta, River and Jason, Kitta's younger brother. Jason was the paradime of the annoying twelve-year-old. As a rule, he and his sister hated each other.

"Why are you making pancakes?"

"Mom's making her 'famous' casserolle." River said, not looking up. She knew what was coming. Kitta groaned, her head slipped from her hands and hit the counter with a thud. Helena's casserolle was famous, but that was because everyone but her own mother hated the dish but were to nice to actually say it. Every time Helena made it, it left a really bad after taste in your mouth, and the only thing River had found to get rid of the taste was dry pancake.

After all, it was Henderson family rule that you had to eat a little of everything. Whether you wanted to or not.

"Good thought." Kitta said, watching as River turned the heat off and packed the two dozen dollar pancakes in a ziploc back.

"You ready?"

"No."

River rolled her eyes at Kitta's reply as she clipped her sunglasses over her glasses and grabbed her car keys. Kitta grumbled to the world as she grabbed her black and pink hoodie and River's battered old brown leather bomber jacket off the rack and followed her cousin out the door, down the stairs and toward The Beast.

The Beast was a blue Bronco with a white stripe and lots of rust. The back driver's side window was stuck down, and the yellow foam in the seats was showing in places. It didn't have air conditioning but the heater worked. The stereo had been stolen out of it at least three times, and the current one was shorter that the area meant for a stereo. The Beast rumbled and grumbled, but it was a good car. It could go anywhere and do anything. And it had. The Bronco had been River's father's in high school and college and then had been passed down to his daughter when she was sixteen because Jay had gotten himself a motorcycle.

The Killers blasted out the speakers as River roared out of the parking lot.

- - -

"Look out!"

Kitta screamed, River yanked the steering wheel to the right. The bronce swerved to miss the car in front as it hit it's brakes before plowing to the truck in front of it. The bronco hurtled toward the guard rail of the bridge as River hit the brakes. They squealed, the bronco hit the rail and smashed through it. Kitta screamed again and threw her hands up. River's grip on the steering wheel went white and she closed her eyes.

The front tires hit the ground first. The bronce bounced, smacked the ground, rolled forward a few feet and then the back wheels hit the ground. The would lurched as the truck rolled to a grumbling halt, sputtered and died.

"Are we alive?" Kitta whispered after a long moment.

River cracked an eye open, then opened the other as she stared around. She spun in her seat and looked backward. This wasn't right. Where was the overpass? Where were the oncoming cars? Where the heck had all these trees come from. As far as she was aware there were no forests in the area of Phoenix, Arizona.

"We're alive."

"Good."

"What's wrong with this picture?" River asked.

Kitta looked around, lowering her arms. "Trees. Pinch me, maybe we're unconcious."

River reached over and pinched her cousin.

"Ow!" Kitta yelped, rubbing her arm.

"This can't be real." River said, ignoring her cousin's glare.

"Look on the bright side," Kitta said, smiling slightly and holding up the undamaged bag of pancakes. "at least we won't go hungry."

River laughed at the absurdity of Kitta's statement. "Well, let's try and find a road, whall we."

"Yes please." Kitta said.

River threw the bronco into park and turned the key. It sputtered and died. River tried again, The Beast roared to life. River threw the truck into gear and they were off.

.end chapter one.