Disclaimer: Wait a minute, I don't need a disclaimer, because...
THIS CHAPTER IS AN AUTHOR'S NOTE. No just kidding, this is a really long author's note, the actual chapter is further down.
If you dislike reading my warblings and pleas for suggestions, I suggest scroll downwards quickly. But don't come and flame me if you think my story sucks, cause you should have carried on reading this and reviewed.
So, on we go.
1. Thank you to all those you have reviewed! I like reviews, a lot. I think all authors do anyway.
2. I need some help; do any of you actually dislike my character, Casey? Because I am so desperate to *not* turn her into a Mary-Sue. In fact, I want to make her as normal as possible, and not annoyingly perfect.
3. I think that it would be cool to take it all the way up to Mordor... but then there would be *major* spoilers for those who haven't read the book. Okay, I admit I have, but I skipped everything that didn't include Frodo, cause I read the book after I saw the movie. I should actually go and read it again.
4. You all know that Casey and Frodo will fall in love, but how far should they go? Will this fanfic turn from a cute PG-13 to a racy NC-17?
Meanwhile, here is a little, short chapter to tantalise your taste buds.
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Casey ran away from the camp as fast as she could, her thoughts in a muddle. Her heart was beating fast, and her cheeks were still red from that kiss. She refused to think any more about Frodo until the morning - she really did need her beauty sleep. Lying down on the ground, she closed her eyes and drifted off to sleep.
Frodo threw his blanket off himself and followed the mysterious girl into the forest.
"She moves so fast... surely she must be half-elf or half-rabbit," thought Frodo to himself, as he frantically pursued her.
Soon she stopped and looking around warily, lay down to sleep. Frodo waited and tried to control his gasps for air, as he was so out of breath. Her breathing became steadier and slower, as she entered the land of dreams.
Frodo emerged from his hiding place, and crept over to the sleeping girl. As she slept, her cares and worries disappeared from her face, making her look even more angelic than before.
He sat down on a nearby rock, and studied his guardian angel.
She wasn't the most beautiful girl he had ever seen - Arwen was prettier, and so was Rosie Cotton. It was her eyes that were truly beautiful, because they had so much depth in them. But now they were closed to the world. Her features were not perfect - she had dark circles under her eyes from the lack of sleep and her hair was tangled and a little wild. Her cheeks were a light shade of pink, but being an angel, she seemed to have an ethereal glow about her that no other living mortal could ever possess. She was just a girl, an ordinary one. But his heart started to beat faster as he stared at her for longer. Frodo blushed, and walked back to the camp, still dazed.
Gandalf let them sleep until several hours after dawn, since he thought they deserved extra sleep after the attack last night. Legolas had already awoken long before, but the others, especially Aragorn, were ashamed at having overslept.
Casey followed the Fellowship as they set out again, but a safer distance. She had slept well, but now the events of last night ran through her head.
"Did I really kiss him? Did I really mean to?" Casey thought to herself, as she picked her way over the rocky landscape. "What does this mean?"
THIS CHAPTER IS AN AUTHOR'S NOTE. No just kidding, this is a really long author's note, the actual chapter is further down.
If you dislike reading my warblings and pleas for suggestions, I suggest scroll downwards quickly. But don't come and flame me if you think my story sucks, cause you should have carried on reading this and reviewed.
So, on we go.
1. Thank you to all those you have reviewed! I like reviews, a lot. I think all authors do anyway.
2. I need some help; do any of you actually dislike my character, Casey? Because I am so desperate to *not* turn her into a Mary-Sue. In fact, I want to make her as normal as possible, and not annoyingly perfect.
3. I think that it would be cool to take it all the way up to Mordor... but then there would be *major* spoilers for those who haven't read the book. Okay, I admit I have, but I skipped everything that didn't include Frodo, cause I read the book after I saw the movie. I should actually go and read it again.
4. You all know that Casey and Frodo will fall in love, but how far should they go? Will this fanfic turn from a cute PG-13 to a racy NC-17?
Meanwhile, here is a little, short chapter to tantalise your taste buds.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Casey ran away from the camp as fast as she could, her thoughts in a muddle. Her heart was beating fast, and her cheeks were still red from that kiss. She refused to think any more about Frodo until the morning - she really did need her beauty sleep. Lying down on the ground, she closed her eyes and drifted off to sleep.
Frodo threw his blanket off himself and followed the mysterious girl into the forest.
"She moves so fast... surely she must be half-elf or half-rabbit," thought Frodo to himself, as he frantically pursued her.
Soon she stopped and looking around warily, lay down to sleep. Frodo waited and tried to control his gasps for air, as he was so out of breath. Her breathing became steadier and slower, as she entered the land of dreams.
Frodo emerged from his hiding place, and crept over to the sleeping girl. As she slept, her cares and worries disappeared from her face, making her look even more angelic than before.
He sat down on a nearby rock, and studied his guardian angel.
She wasn't the most beautiful girl he had ever seen - Arwen was prettier, and so was Rosie Cotton. It was her eyes that were truly beautiful, because they had so much depth in them. But now they were closed to the world. Her features were not perfect - she had dark circles under her eyes from the lack of sleep and her hair was tangled and a little wild. Her cheeks were a light shade of pink, but being an angel, she seemed to have an ethereal glow about her that no other living mortal could ever possess. She was just a girl, an ordinary one. But his heart started to beat faster as he stared at her for longer. Frodo blushed, and walked back to the camp, still dazed.
Gandalf let them sleep until several hours after dawn, since he thought they deserved extra sleep after the attack last night. Legolas had already awoken long before, but the others, especially Aragorn, were ashamed at having overslept.
Casey followed the Fellowship as they set out again, but a safer distance. She had slept well, but now the events of last night ran through her head.
"Did I really kiss him? Did I really mean to?" Casey thought to herself, as she picked her way over the rocky landscape. "What does this mean?"