OFICIAL DISCLAIMER: We don't own anything pertaining to Lord of the Rings. The
characters Rachel/Silmewen and Shannon/Anduneisil are out of our imaginations, so I guess
we don't own them either.
Shannon Aidan was walking through the Middle- Earth antique shop that was owned
by Old Man Ryle, and had been since she could remember. Old Man Ryle was obsessed with
Lord of the Rings, and had made a living off of his obsession, selling Lord of the Rings and
Tolkien memorabilia. Rachel Vaughn, who was Shannon's best friend and practically her
sister as well, was with her. The two had visited Old Man Ryle every Tuesday after school
since they were thirteen. Now, Shannon was seventeen and Rachel was sixteen, six months
apart from each other.
"Anything new, Ryle?" Shannon called, passing dozens of carved wooden boxes, and
mini figurines of various Lord of the Rings characters.
"I found these two new pieces of something in the back the other day. Come and
see," Ryle answered.
Rachel flipped the board from the counter that said, "Employees Only" and let herself
and Shannon through into the back room, where Ryle was digging through a box.
Shannon smiled. Ryle, although rough around the edges, was always so
grandfatherly. His appearance, with long gray hair and a full beard, had actually always
reminded her of Gandalf. She and Rachel often teased him about it.
"Let's see them," Rachel said, entering the back room.
"Very curious, these," Ryle said, holding his hand out to reveal two shining objects.
Shannon accepted the one he gave her, holding it up to the light. "It looks like half of a
ring," she said thoughtfully, as she studied the piece. It was half of a silver ring with elfish
script on it. On the top there was a part of an intricately designed flower.
Rachel stared at her half, then looked at Shannon's. "So does mine. Do they fit
together?"
There was elfish script on her piece, as well as the matching fraction of the flower.
"I don't know," Ryle answered, dusting off a shelf with a beaten old feather duster.
Rachel held her half out to her friend. Shannon reached hers out and clasped them
together. In an instant, she felt a rush of wind behind her ears. Rachel was surprised by the
draft, looking around, alarmed as the world around them changed. Ryle's bookshelves
transformed themselves into tall, twisty trees. A mirror lying on the floor was instantly
changed into a crystalline pool. In their shock, Rachel and Shannon dropped the ring, which
was now whole.
" I don't think we're in Kansas anymore Toto." Shannon said eyeing the trees
suspiciously.
Ignoring Shannon's remark, Rachel knelt and picked up the ring, " This is Galadriel's
ring," She trailed off.
" Wait if this is her ring, we're in Middle- Earth," Shannon asked, taking. Rachel
gasped. The place where her imagination had taken her so many times in the past was right
before her eyes. The colors we vibrant, the sounds were intense, the smell was sweet. She
carefully placed her hand on a tree, testing its reality.
" It's real Shannon. Middle-Earth is real."
" So it is..."
" What's with the 'high society' talk," Rachel said as she turned to her friend.
" Whatever do you mean," Shannon asked in dismay.
" The manner in which you speak-" Rachel now realized that she was speaking as an
Elf might. Rachel smoothed the wrinkles from her pants, as she always had done when she
was nervous, and then she realized she was not wearing the pants she had to school that day.
She was dressed in a rich, forest green dress, lined with gold.
" Shannon, I am clothed in a dress," Rachel stated in alarm.
Shannon studied her best friend and them herself. She was outfitted in a cranberry
red dress, with cr
characters Rachel/Silmewen and Shannon/Anduneisil are out of our imaginations, so I guess
we don't own them either.
Shannon Aidan was walking through the Middle- Earth antique shop that was owned
by Old Man Ryle, and had been since she could remember. Old Man Ryle was obsessed with
Lord of the Rings, and had made a living off of his obsession, selling Lord of the Rings and
Tolkien memorabilia. Rachel Vaughn, who was Shannon's best friend and practically her
sister as well, was with her. The two had visited Old Man Ryle every Tuesday after school
since they were thirteen. Now, Shannon was seventeen and Rachel was sixteen, six months
apart from each other.
"Anything new, Ryle?" Shannon called, passing dozens of carved wooden boxes, and
mini figurines of various Lord of the Rings characters.
"I found these two new pieces of something in the back the other day. Come and
see," Ryle answered.
Rachel flipped the board from the counter that said, "Employees Only" and let herself
and Shannon through into the back room, where Ryle was digging through a box.
Shannon smiled. Ryle, although rough around the edges, was always so
grandfatherly. His appearance, with long gray hair and a full beard, had actually always
reminded her of Gandalf. She and Rachel often teased him about it.
"Let's see them," Rachel said, entering the back room.
"Very curious, these," Ryle said, holding his hand out to reveal two shining objects.
Shannon accepted the one he gave her, holding it up to the light. "It looks like half of a
ring," she said thoughtfully, as she studied the piece. It was half of a silver ring with elfish
script on it. On the top there was a part of an intricately designed flower.
Rachel stared at her half, then looked at Shannon's. "So does mine. Do they fit
together?"
There was elfish script on her piece, as well as the matching fraction of the flower.
"I don't know," Ryle answered, dusting off a shelf with a beaten old feather duster.
Rachel held her half out to her friend. Shannon reached hers out and clasped them
together. In an instant, she felt a rush of wind behind her ears. Rachel was surprised by the
draft, looking around, alarmed as the world around them changed. Ryle's bookshelves
transformed themselves into tall, twisty trees. A mirror lying on the floor was instantly
changed into a crystalline pool. In their shock, Rachel and Shannon dropped the ring, which
was now whole.
" I don't think we're in Kansas anymore Toto." Shannon said eyeing the trees
suspiciously.
Ignoring Shannon's remark, Rachel knelt and picked up the ring, " This is Galadriel's
ring," She trailed off.
" Wait if this is her ring, we're in Middle- Earth," Shannon asked, taking. Rachel
gasped. The place where her imagination had taken her so many times in the past was right
before her eyes. The colors we vibrant, the sounds were intense, the smell was sweet. She
carefully placed her hand on a tree, testing its reality.
" It's real Shannon. Middle-Earth is real."
" So it is..."
" What's with the 'high society' talk," Rachel said as she turned to her friend.
" Whatever do you mean," Shannon asked in dismay.
" The manner in which you speak-" Rachel now realized that she was speaking as an
Elf might. Rachel smoothed the wrinkles from her pants, as she always had done when she
was nervous, and then she realized she was not wearing the pants she had to school that day.
She was dressed in a rich, forest green dress, lined with gold.
" Shannon, I am clothed in a dress," Rachel stated in alarm.
Shannon studied her best friend and them herself. She was outfitted in a cranberry
red dress, with cr
