This is a J+J original. I'm Jessie, the writer. I do the main story line,
and that's Jess, (waves) who does the "polishing" so to speak. I think we
make a pretty good team, and this is our first attempt at fanfiction (well,
together at least), nonetheless Legomance. But were trying for an original
and accurate story, not a mary-sue. If it is, sorry! Any flames will be
used to bake lembas.
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Disclaimer- We do not own anything Tolkien. Alexis© and Cassidy© are ours. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"Mommy! Mommy, come back!" My sister yelled, as another roll of thunder boomed in our ears and out into the night.
"Sshhh, Cassidy, mother's not coming. You know that."
"Shut up! You're hiding her from me! MOMMY!"
With that, my little sister ran out into the storm.
My name is Alexis Trenton. I am 17, and live in a dinky little town in Ohio called Middleton. Besides my sister, I also live with 2 horrible foster parents. Ever since my mother died 2 years ago, this has been my life.
Our mother died in a car crash in the rain. Cassidy was only 5 at the time, so she took it hard. Now whenever it rains, she runs out into the weather and calls for her. Nobody says anything about it, because the grief counselor said it Cassidy's way of healing. I've overheard our foster parents say that they don't care what she does, just as long as she doesn't go around biting people.
I say that they can all go to Hell.
"Cassidy, come back!" I run after her in the storm and catch her. I hug her close and began to sob. I'm lonely without my mother, our father just left us with these awful people, and our inheritance was just enough for me to get a car. (A really old Honda Civic.) Cassi's all I have.
After a while, I dry my tears and Cassidy looks up at me. She's been crying too. "Come on Cass," I say, and try to smile. "Let's get cleaned up and dried off, and I'll take you to get ice cream." As we walked inside, our foster parents completely ignored our wet, muddy, and teary-eyed selves. They are only in this for the money, and the make no secret of it.
It took us an hour to get cleaned up. Once Cassidy got in the tub, she had to have all her toys in with her. Then she spent several minutes acting out a detailed the story of how Timmy the Tugboat ran into Daisy the Duck.
When we finally got out of the bathroom, I put on my favorite light blue shirt and my newest Capri's. But when I turned around to help Cassidy with her raincoat, she was wearing her Care Bear P&J's.
"Cassi, you can't wear P&J's to an ice cream shop."
"I want to wear them."
"Cassi..." "I WANT TO WEAR THEM."
"Then wear some jeans with them."
Eventually, Cassidy put some jeans on and I found the umbrella. Again, our foster parents completely ignored us as we left. I got in my car with my sister and drove to Joe's 24-hour Ice Cream Parlor.
Joe is one of the few nice people I know. He joked with Cassidy as he took our orders, (Chocolate in cup for her, Coffee in a Chocolate cone with for me.)and didn't take to long to to make them. Cassidy and me sat by the window to eat our ice cream. I tried to explain the water cycle to her, but she was to preoccupied to listen.
Driving back to home and the foster parents, I noticed that the rain had stopped, and the night was turning out to be beautiful. The moon was full, and it shone so brightly that it seemed to chase the clouds away. That's when I was struck by an idea.
"Hey sis."
"What?"
"Want to go to the lake?"
"Yeah!"
When we got to the Lace Lake, it was just as beautiful as the silver moon it reflected. The air was so fragrant; it was like I was walking on rose petals instead of grass. The scent grew stronger the closer we got to the lake, as if the imaginary rose petals were being crushed by each step I took and releasing their perfume.
As Cassidy and I dipped our toes in the water, I looked at my reflection. Brown eyes, brown hair. I'm just ordinary when it comes to looks. Cassidy is a different story. She may be only 7, but she's going to be a beauty. Her hair is brown, but it's such a rich shade of dark chocolate that it looks black. And her blue eyes are so deep. I looked up and I saw something white. As I looked at it closer, I saw it was a child wearing a white dress. She giggled and for some reason, I wanted to get closer to her.
"Cassidy, put your shoes on."
"Why?"
"Do you see the girl over there?"
"Yes. Look at her pretty dress!"
"We're going to go see if she's alright."
"She doesn't look like she's in trouble."
"Sometimes people don't know when they're in trouble."
"Really?"
"Really."
As Cass and me got closer to the child in white, she went into the woods around Lace Lake. We went in after her. I didn't see her, but I heard her giggle again and followed the general direction of the sound. This happened a couple more times when I felt my ear itch, like some mosquito had bit it. I reached up to slap the annoying pest, but then it was gone.
"Allie, something bit my ear-It's gone."
That's when I heard something howl. It sounded mean, and I was bound and determined to get away from it as fast as I could.
"Come on Cassi, we are getting out of this wood now."
We started as fast as we could. I heard IT howl again, and my heart sank. Cassidy couldn't run any faster.
That was when I heard the voice.
"Stop, miladies! Go no further in Mirkwood! It is night, and there is danger!"
~ Sorry for the short chappie, but if you like it, review! J+J
Disclaimer- We do not own anything Tolkien. Alexis© and Cassidy© are ours. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"Mommy! Mommy, come back!" My sister yelled, as another roll of thunder boomed in our ears and out into the night.
"Sshhh, Cassidy, mother's not coming. You know that."
"Shut up! You're hiding her from me! MOMMY!"
With that, my little sister ran out into the storm.
My name is Alexis Trenton. I am 17, and live in a dinky little town in Ohio called Middleton. Besides my sister, I also live with 2 horrible foster parents. Ever since my mother died 2 years ago, this has been my life.
Our mother died in a car crash in the rain. Cassidy was only 5 at the time, so she took it hard. Now whenever it rains, she runs out into the weather and calls for her. Nobody says anything about it, because the grief counselor said it Cassidy's way of healing. I've overheard our foster parents say that they don't care what she does, just as long as she doesn't go around biting people.
I say that they can all go to Hell.
"Cassidy, come back!" I run after her in the storm and catch her. I hug her close and began to sob. I'm lonely without my mother, our father just left us with these awful people, and our inheritance was just enough for me to get a car. (A really old Honda Civic.) Cassi's all I have.
After a while, I dry my tears and Cassidy looks up at me. She's been crying too. "Come on Cass," I say, and try to smile. "Let's get cleaned up and dried off, and I'll take you to get ice cream." As we walked inside, our foster parents completely ignored our wet, muddy, and teary-eyed selves. They are only in this for the money, and the make no secret of it.
It took us an hour to get cleaned up. Once Cassidy got in the tub, she had to have all her toys in with her. Then she spent several minutes acting out a detailed the story of how Timmy the Tugboat ran into Daisy the Duck.
When we finally got out of the bathroom, I put on my favorite light blue shirt and my newest Capri's. But when I turned around to help Cassidy with her raincoat, she was wearing her Care Bear P&J's.
"Cassi, you can't wear P&J's to an ice cream shop."
"I want to wear them."
"Cassi..." "I WANT TO WEAR THEM."
"Then wear some jeans with them."
Eventually, Cassidy put some jeans on and I found the umbrella. Again, our foster parents completely ignored us as we left. I got in my car with my sister and drove to Joe's 24-hour Ice Cream Parlor.
Joe is one of the few nice people I know. He joked with Cassidy as he took our orders, (Chocolate in cup for her, Coffee in a Chocolate cone with for me.)and didn't take to long to to make them. Cassidy and me sat by the window to eat our ice cream. I tried to explain the water cycle to her, but she was to preoccupied to listen.
Driving back to home and the foster parents, I noticed that the rain had stopped, and the night was turning out to be beautiful. The moon was full, and it shone so brightly that it seemed to chase the clouds away. That's when I was struck by an idea.
"Hey sis."
"What?"
"Want to go to the lake?"
"Yeah!"
When we got to the Lace Lake, it was just as beautiful as the silver moon it reflected. The air was so fragrant; it was like I was walking on rose petals instead of grass. The scent grew stronger the closer we got to the lake, as if the imaginary rose petals were being crushed by each step I took and releasing their perfume.
As Cassidy and I dipped our toes in the water, I looked at my reflection. Brown eyes, brown hair. I'm just ordinary when it comes to looks. Cassidy is a different story. She may be only 7, but she's going to be a beauty. Her hair is brown, but it's such a rich shade of dark chocolate that it looks black. And her blue eyes are so deep. I looked up and I saw something white. As I looked at it closer, I saw it was a child wearing a white dress. She giggled and for some reason, I wanted to get closer to her.
"Cassidy, put your shoes on."
"Why?"
"Do you see the girl over there?"
"Yes. Look at her pretty dress!"
"We're going to go see if she's alright."
"She doesn't look like she's in trouble."
"Sometimes people don't know when they're in trouble."
"Really?"
"Really."
As Cass and me got closer to the child in white, she went into the woods around Lace Lake. We went in after her. I didn't see her, but I heard her giggle again and followed the general direction of the sound. This happened a couple more times when I felt my ear itch, like some mosquito had bit it. I reached up to slap the annoying pest, but then it was gone.
"Allie, something bit my ear-It's gone."
That's when I heard something howl. It sounded mean, and I was bound and determined to get away from it as fast as I could.
"Come on Cassi, we are getting out of this wood now."
We started as fast as we could. I heard IT howl again, and my heart sank. Cassidy couldn't run any faster.
That was when I heard the voice.
"Stop, miladies! Go no further in Mirkwood! It is night, and there is danger!"
~ Sorry for the short chappie, but if you like it, review! J+J