Disclaimer: I do not own Lord of the Rings, its characters, plot or anything else to do with it. I own my OC Clara and my friend owns his. We also own any other OCs, changes and anything else we added.

IMPORTANT AUTHOR'S NOTE: So my friend doesn't wanna do this story anymore, But I do and I've already written most of Clara's parts. But there are still some scenes written by my friend in this that haven't been posted yet.

ALSO: I'm going to be making Melinda's part of the story it's own story. (It'll have the first few chapters of this one but it'll go to Melinda's pov instead of Clara's.) And since I'm writing Melinda instead of my friend it may seem different but I'll do my best to keep her how he made her.

All Melinda's things and Horse stuff is written by my friend.

SORRY THIS TOOK FOREVER

The moon was reflecting off the lake behind the mansion making the surrounding area brighter than it should've been at the time of night. The back lawn was illuminated by the lights shining out through the windows.

Melinda stood in the dining room, wine glass in hand. The room, like most in the mansion, was way too large for Clara's liking but Melinda didn't mind it one bit. The back wall was a floor to ceiling window, and the walls were adorned with large paintings. Melinda stared at one of the old paintings. There was an elaborate mirror with a gold trim beside it. Her cream form fitting dress hugged her body elegantly, accessorized by a black belt. She had on white pointed-toe stilettos.

Melinda glanced at the mirror and smiled at her reflection before looking back at the painting and taking a sip of wine. An older maid walked into the room with cleaning supplies. Melinda turned to her and cleared her throat. The maid looked at her and her eyes widened. Melinda put on a smile.

"If you could clean another time that would be great." Melinda said before turning back to look at the painting. The maid raised a shaky pointing hand towards Melinda.

"You…" Melinda turned her head and raised an eyebrow at the woman. "Why do you have that?" Melinda looked at the wine class thinking that's what the woman was talking about.

"I may drink in my own home." Melinda said. "Now if you could leave." Melinda made a shooing motion with her empty hand.

"Why do you have that?!" The woman repeated, louder.

"I think you should leave now if you want to keep this job." Melinda said and turned away once more. Suddenly the woman came over and grabbed her. "What the fuck do you think you're doing?!" Melinda screeched. She dropped her glass as she started to fend off the woman who desperately tried to grab Melinda's necklace.

"That's not yours!" she screamed. "You're not supposed to have that!"

"RAMSEY!" Melinda shouted. The man entered the room within seconds after hearing his name. Without instruction he pulled the old maid off and restrained her as she struggled violently. Melinda huffed and straightened out her clothes and hair. "Please remove her from the premises and make sure her things follow her. And get someone to clean up this mess." She said looking down at the broken glass and spilt wine.

"Right away mistress."

"You shouldn't have that!" That woman screamed as Ramsey dragged her out of the room. "Not you! You shouldn't have that!" Melinda frowned as the woman's screams echoed.

"Crazy bitch." Melinda muttered.

Melinda rolled over and let out a sigh of annoyance. She hated waking up in the morning. Sitting up, she stretched her arm and yawned, rubbing her messy hair. She slid out from under her french silk sheets and grabbed her dressing robe. As she made her way to the bathroom a thought came to her. Her head whipped up and her eyes went wide.

"It's almost Hallo-fucking-ween." She smiled and turned on the shower. Her iPhone 5s sat on a shelf in the shower and blasted Stolen Dance.

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After her refreshing shower, she made her way to the closet where she took out her tailored sportsman full seat riding pants and an Antares pink polo. This morning seemed like a good day to ride, she thought to herself sliding the black belt through the belt loops. She zipped up her Perlantis tall boots and grabbed her gloves and custom samshield helmet and walked out the door, to the stables where she met with Hunter who was grooming her horse.

Melinda's horse was a very lovely A-circuit Belgian Warmblood gelding named Tornado. She knew most disciplines, but jumping was her favorite. She had gone up to Prix St. George in Dressage and had completed in the Maclay Finals when she was 16.

Melinda walked up to Hunter.

"Good Morning." He greeted.

"Good Morning." Melinda smiled back.

Melinda gave a light squeeze to the gelding to keep him walking. There were eight fences in the ring, all set up in a great order that would let her practice sufficiently.

"Trot." she demanded as she gave him a gentle kick with her spurs. He broke immediately into the trot. Spurs were a good option for this horse, he wouldn't go otherwise. Her body posted to the rhythm of the trot wonderfully. She had a dressage whip in her right hand, just in case something were to happen.

They trotted for about 15 minutes and she bent him in the corner and barely moved her outside leg, he broke into the canter. He was a whisper canterer, that's how she trained him. Her hips and hands followed steadily with the three beated gate. She had always gotten in the 90s when she went to shows based on her equitation. She let out a click with her tongue to ensure that he would keep going.

As she approached the corner, she would having him go across the ring diagonally. She let in a half halt with her core muscles and asked him to change his leads with her left leg. His flying leads were great, he was very well trained. The fences were all set to four feet. As she approached the first fence, she kept him going; one thing she hated was when a horse refused to go over the fence. She got into her jump position just in time and he cleared it beautifully. She stayed in her half seat and cantered him a lap, her core burning from the muscle usage.

She approached the second fence, she sat down and prepared for the jump position, she always sat as she went to a fence. It was the way she was taught. Cleared it. She cantered to the end of the ring where the horse reared up and began to buck. Melinda remained calm and yanked on the reins. He stopped and stood and she turned her head to the side of the ring with fire in her eyes. Ramsey was there standing watching her.

"I have come to warn the Mistress of the house, to not go into the woods." He said emotionlessly.

"You scared my horse, go away!" She screamed.

"As you wish." He said leaving. Melinda rolled her eyes and gave the horse a light squeeze he began to walk forward. How dare he scare her horse like that.

After a few minutes she brought Tornado back to the canter and cantered him over the area where he had freaked out. She sat in the saddle as she did, her heels going down more than usual, just in case. One thing about this horse was that if he did something and got away with it, he'd keep doing it. He let out a major buck, she took her whip and hit him in the rear as hard as she could.

"Excuse me! I fucking dare you!" She shouted as he reared up. He was enjoying this. She whacked him again and he bolted. Going around the ring at a full gallop. She tightened her core and brought her reins back his head shot up and he stopped immediately. "I think you should do that again, don't you?" She hissed at him. He stood with his ears forward as if to say 'Huehuehue'. She would not let him end with that, it was very rude of him.

She brought him back to a steady trot and after he was cool, she brought him to a canter. She did a few flying lead changes and then she let him walk and cool out. He was fine, just a little too happy. She looked at Clara and Hunter who had been watching the whole time in a state of shock. She smiled and got off, grabbing the horse and walking him to the stable, giving Hunter a passionate kiss on the way in while Clara awkwardly cleared her throat. As she put the gelding on crossties and took the saddle off, Hunter and Clara came in.

"What was that all about?" Hunter asked looking towards the door of the barn.

"Creepy asshole scared the shit out of my horse." Melinda mumbled to Hunter.

"Need me to go talk to him?" Hunter asked.

"No, he may be creepy but he's good at his job otherwise." she said. Hunter agreed diligently and walked back to the castle to get his riding stuff on and fetch Clara. He wasn't half the rider that Melinda was, in fact, neither was Clara.

Melinda grabbed a different horse, considering her gelding had quite the workout, and tacked him up. This horse was just as nice as Tornado, but he never made it to A-Circuit. He was a lovely white arabian horse who had been a gift from a previous lover of hers. His name was Sporty. She tacked him up in a black saddle pad and a black, Adam Ellis, had a lovely trail ride, getting back just before the stroke of six P.M. Neither Clara or Melinda could believe the vastness of the trails.

Since it was almost Halloween, and since Melinda liked to go all out, they would have two parties. The first party was the day before Halloween and started two hours before midnight, technically both parties were on Halloween but one was in the very early morning and the other was at night. Which left time for the staff to clean up from the first party and set up for the second one during the day.

Melinda walked to her wardrobe and pulled out her red Edwardian dinner gown. The bust had black embroidery and right below the bust a lace train went down and dragged on the ground about a foot. The train met in the front and towards the bottom of the gown black beads dangled. Melinda grabbed the gown and set it on her bed. She grabbed the black undergown and her corset and slid the undergown on. If she had decided to just wear the underdress it would have been elegant enough, but she wanted to go all out. Brush in hand, she sat down at her vanity immediately texting her sister asking her to come and help her with her corset.

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Clara looked at her phone and rolled her eyes. She got up with a huff and made her way to her younger sister's room. She didn't understand why Melinda had to go all out every single year. It was obnoxious. She opened her sister's door and looked at the red and black gown that was on the bed.

"Really?" Clara questioned raising an eyebrow.

"Of course, it was in the closet so I might as well." Melinda said looking at her sister through the mirror.

"Yeah you might as well." Clara muttered rolling her eyes slightly.

"Anywho, I need you to lace me up." Melinda said as she eloquently walked to the bed and picked up the black corset. Clara walked over with a slight sigh.

"You didn't have to text me ya know, I'm in the next room." Clara said as she took the corset in hand and placed it around Melinda's chest. She took the strings and began to weave them around in the metal clasps, yanking on them to make it tight. Melinda winced with pain as her sister laced it up.

"Corsets are a bitch." Melinda whined. It was rather tight on her but no matter, it would do the job. The corset was actually an underbust. Once the corset was on it was time for the main piece. Melinda stepped into the gown and pulled it up. The top of the gown had just the perfect amount of fabric to cover her breasts and still show an acceptable amount of cleavage underneath a thin lace that went right up to the beginning of the cleavage. The sleeves were red like the gown and had some lace on them as well. The train itself was only attached to right below the bust and met in the front by a bead about halfway down her legs, that went down further in the back and dragged a very nice distance on the ground. Clara laced the back of the gown up for Melinda then proceeded to sit on the bed while Melinda walked to her vanity and began to brush her hair. "Do me a favor and pass me those shoes please?" Melinda asked as she experimented with her hair.

"I'm not the maid" Clara rolled her eyes, grabbing the shoes and placing them by her. Melinda slid her stocking covered feet into the shoes and bent down to lace them up, wincing at the tightness of the corset. The boots matched the dress. They had a four inch heel and had black embroidery in the shape of flowers. Clara relaxed on the bed, watching her sister as she put her hair up into a neat, curly updo. She grabbed her red lipstick and carefully applied it, along with black eyeliner that she winged. She put in a black jewel flower hair pin into her hair for a little accessory and added the necklace she had found and silver chandelier earrings. She thought that the red would clash with the silver but it actually added made her eyes pop. Lastly, she grabbed her black gloves and put them on one at a time. The gloves were silk and went a little past her elbow. She stood up and there was a knock on the door, followed by Hunter walking in dressed in his Edwardian garb to match hers. His was a simple black suit with white accessories. He looked at her and raised his eyebrows, smiling a bit.

"Clara shouldn't you be getting ready?" Melinda asked without looking at her sister. Clara rolled her eyes and left the room.

Most of this was written by my friend. Next one should be out soon, just need to do some touch ups.