Hey guys. Well, in fact it's not the same day as when I posted Chapter one… but I hope you don't mind it.
It's a very short chapter… I know, the last one hasn't been long either but I plan to write longer chapters.
Hope you'll like it!
AND I WISH FOR REVIEWS! I would really, really appreciate it if you review my story!
AUTHOR'S NOTE: I still don't own anything from 'The Hobbit' (film or book) but my added characters and my added story.
Leah Kathrin Johnson was on holiday with her husband Mike Johnson. Three weeks off in South Africa, going on safari, staying in a fancy hotel, and eating fancy food.
They were married for seven years by now, and knew each other since high school. They had no children, but they were happy. Of course one little fight once in a while, but happy.
That one evening in South Africa changed everything. It's funny how one moment can change a lifetime. Frankly, it destroyed the life they spent together.
It was late in the evening when Leah and Mike left the restaurant. The night was beautiful, although, the city wasn't exactly the paragon of perfection.
The two of them were talking about this and that, walking slowly and enjoying each other's company.
"Where do you think we go after our death?"
"Well, you know I don't believe in God and heaven and these things… I don't know."
"Come on, luv." He grinned down to her. Leah was smaller than all of her friends. She was not really, really short but it was enough for her to have to look up to everyone she knew.
He continued, "Do you have a wish of where you want to be after your death?"
"I want to be with the person I love." She smiled up to Mike and kissed him softly.
"I think that should be possible."
"Well, then I chose my place to go."
They walked on.
After a while Mike said, "You know… Wouldn't it be funny to come to another world when you die? Like in a movie… how about… Lord of the Rings… How would it be to live in Middle-Earth?"
"Ask Gandalf or Frodo or Lord Elrond." She loved the movies and the books (she read them all twice).
"Hm… right… Hey, Gandalf the grey… Can you tell me how it is to live in Middle-Earth?" Mike said and then by disguising his voice, "Of course I can Mike! It's fantastic! The landscape is truly beautiful and the people are kind and funny!"
They burst into laughter and Mike pressed her against the next wall watching down to her.
"I love you, sweetheart." He said simply.
"I love you, too." She answered giggling.
That was the perfect thing about them. They were made for each other. Whenever they fought it was only a short time 'til one of them couldn't stay the tension of a fight in the air anymore.
But one thing that concerned her was that Mike could not have children. And on top of that, he didn't want to have any children. Leah has learned to live with it, but it was difficult because it was a dream since, well, ever. The Lieutenant didn't want to hear about the fact that her job wasn't really compatible with a family-life
His lips on hers again interrupted her thoughts instantly and the butterflies, which still flew after seven years of marriage, bumped against her rib cage.
Suddenly they heard a male voice in some African language yell at them. Turning to the guy they jumped seeing a gun was directed at Leah's head. He stretched his hand out giving them a sign to give him their valuables. Leah was not really taken aback by the gun at her head, because she was confronted with guns every day. But the fact she wasn't armed at all, down to a knife she never went out without, kind of made her scared. And, if one could count it, her army boots she loved like hell.
"Take ya hands up!" The man yelled in very poor English. They did as they were told and put their hands up.
"Gimme ya things! I'll shoot!"
"Okay, okay! Don't shoot! We'll give you all we have! You see my... port money..." Mike said slowly putting out his port money and handing it to him. Leah also took her money out and handed it to the man.
"Gimme your…" Obviously not knowing the word the man pointed at Mike's wristwatch.
Mike opened the clasp of the watch and gave it to the man, too.
"Now the rings!" The man demanded and Mike instantly reacted pulling his wedding ring off his finger and the man put it into his pocket.
"No!" Leah said. She didn't want to give her wedding ring! It was hers! It belonged to her! It was part of her! And it was memory. Memory of all the past seven years she spent with Mike! No she didn't want to give it.
"HAND IT!" The robber yelled.
"No!" She said again putting her hand to her chest and covered it with her other hand.
"HAND IT! I'LL SHOOT!" he yelled again.
Leah was sure that the man would never be man enough to shoot. It was some poor guy who did robberies to live. Probably he just found the gun and it wasn't even loaded.
"Leah, don't be stupid!" Mike begged, "It's just a ring. We'll get other ones."
"It's not just a ring! Please! You got enough of our stuff! Let me keep it." She felt tears coming to her eyes.
"NO! GIVE IT! OR I TAKE IT!"
Bang.
Leah fell to the ground. Mike got down next to her. His mouth moved but she couldn't hear a sound. She didn't know where she was shot. His eyes were wide in shock. She didn't care were she was shot.
All she felt was falling down.
Down...
Down...
Down...
Deeper and deeper. Down into the darkness.
Down...
Down...
Down...
She fell and everything around her disappeared.
"I love you Mike." She said into the nothing.
Suddenly her fall came to a stop and the air was pressed put of her lungs.
Wait… air? She could breath. Was she in heaven? It smelled of wood and resin. Was she in a forest? Was heaven a forest? She didn't believe in God! How could she come to heaven?
Birds' singing came to her ear. What place was she? Where the hell had that bullet shot her?
She tried to open her eyes. When she did she saw a person bending over her, but every thing around her was a blur. Nothing could be seen very well.
"Mike?" She asked instinctively trying to see well.
With every breath she took her eyes worked better. A man could be seen, he had long, wavy, black hair and looked like he was very, very pissed off. He had a beard but that didn't cover his compressed lips. Leah would say shortly 'grumpy-face'.
And then he spoke. His voice was gruffly but somehow it was very calming.
"What is a Mike?"
So… that was it. The second chapter! Hope you liked it!
Guess who the man who's looking down at her is XD
Thanks for reading.
Oh gosh:D I just thought of the stupidest rhyme ever!
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