A/N before I start:
I AM NOT TOLKIEN, I do not know him, have never met him, and can
definitely not write like him. So please please please please please (and I
stress please) don't compare me to him! For all you die-hard Tolkien fans
who love his writing style and can't stand anything but his writing style,
this is not the story for you. I can't write near as well as him. But if
you're still here (where'd everybody go?) then I'm hoping you do enjoy this
story.
A/N #2: A big thanks to the Elfin Child for convincing me to post this
story. I was having reserves about it but you really helped me, so thanks!
(if this story starts out suspiciously like hers have faith, it will
develop a plot of it's own, I promise)
Disclamer: I think you've gotten the drift that I'm not tolkien, so I don't own anything of his either. I own the characters of Brooke and Courtney and the whole "this world" part of the story. I also own a scarf that looks suspiciously like a hobbit's.
The Road Less Traveled Chapter 1: A Life So Ordinary
"Brooke get up here and pick up your clothes! I tripped over your shoes and nearly killed myself!"
That's my older sister Courtney yelling; she's a neat freak, no wait, that's an understatement. She makes Monica from Friends look like Kramer from Seinfeld. I don't think she's ever let so much as one sock hit the floor. And the person she's yelling at. well that's me, Brooke Amanda Evans, 15-year-old schemer and dreamer. It's not my fault that I'm messy, I just have this theory that if you clean something, it's only gonna get dirty again, so why bother? Besides, I like a room that feels "lived in".
I turned to go back up the stairs that I had just came down when my cat came running down, nearly sending me flying in his haste to escape from the terror that was my sister. I saw her come storming from my room, her arms filled with clothing that she threw down the stairs so that they toppled onto me.
"Courtney!" I screamed from under the clothes, "Why can't you just leave my stuff where it is for once?"
"Because it's on my bed and I don't want it there!"
"I was just coming up to get it off!"
"Don't bother, I did it for you."
I threw a pair of jeans at her, "Thanks a lot," I said sourly, "and these aren't mine, they're yours."
She just picked up the jeans and headed off down the hall. I wanted to throw something much heavier than jeans at her but resisted the urge. Instead, I gathered up all my clothes and went upstairs to put them away. I kicked open the door because my arms were so full, and dumped it all on the bed. My bed not Courtney's bed.
"She's so annoying," I said to no one in particular. Well actually yes, I was talking to someone. I was talking to my Lord of the Rings poster. The one thing that can always get my mind off of things is Lord of the Rings. Now please keep in mind I am NOT an Orlando Bloom rabid fangirl or a movie lover only. I read the books long before the movies came out and the movies have only added to my love of Middle Earth.
"Sometimes I wonder," I said aloud, approaching my poster, "What it would be like to be there, in Middle Earth. Is it as hard or as easy as it looks to do all these things?" I kind of fell off into a daze, thinking longingly about the green lands of the Shire and how peaceful they are. I drifted over to my mirror, where pictures of my friends lined the edges, much like how Viggo Mortensen had lined the mirrors of the makeup trailer. I made a face as I examined my hair, I had just gotten a haircut and they had cut it too short. I had asked for it to be a little bit passed my shoulders but they had forgotten to add in the fact that my hair is curly and when it dries it gets shorter from the curls. Still, it looks all right; I guess it could be worse. If I could change one thing about me though, I think I would like to have blue eyes instead of brown. Not huge Elijah Wood colored blue, but blue all the same. When I wore color contacts once I thought I looked much better with blue eyes.
"Brooke! Can you ever actually finish something you start?"
I came back to this world with an unpleasant bump.
"Courtney, go away."
"No, this is my room too."
"Fine, then I'm going away."
I stormed out of the room, back downstairs. I nearly kicked the cat, which was standing in my way, as I plopped down on the couch and picked up my Lord of the Rings book. That was the solution to everything, read Lord of the Rings. Scanning through it, I felt myself getting sleepy. Today in school was terrible, how can six hours feel like 2 days? Before I knew it, I was slipping into sleep, Lord of the Rings still in my hand.
A/n: How was that for the first chapter? That was basically just to set up the character of Brooke and her views on things. Next chapter will leap into the story.
Disclamer: I think you've gotten the drift that I'm not tolkien, so I don't own anything of his either. I own the characters of Brooke and Courtney and the whole "this world" part of the story. I also own a scarf that looks suspiciously like a hobbit's.
The Road Less Traveled Chapter 1: A Life So Ordinary
"Brooke get up here and pick up your clothes! I tripped over your shoes and nearly killed myself!"
That's my older sister Courtney yelling; she's a neat freak, no wait, that's an understatement. She makes Monica from Friends look like Kramer from Seinfeld. I don't think she's ever let so much as one sock hit the floor. And the person she's yelling at. well that's me, Brooke Amanda Evans, 15-year-old schemer and dreamer. It's not my fault that I'm messy, I just have this theory that if you clean something, it's only gonna get dirty again, so why bother? Besides, I like a room that feels "lived in".
I turned to go back up the stairs that I had just came down when my cat came running down, nearly sending me flying in his haste to escape from the terror that was my sister. I saw her come storming from my room, her arms filled with clothing that she threw down the stairs so that they toppled onto me.
"Courtney!" I screamed from under the clothes, "Why can't you just leave my stuff where it is for once?"
"Because it's on my bed and I don't want it there!"
"I was just coming up to get it off!"
"Don't bother, I did it for you."
I threw a pair of jeans at her, "Thanks a lot," I said sourly, "and these aren't mine, they're yours."
She just picked up the jeans and headed off down the hall. I wanted to throw something much heavier than jeans at her but resisted the urge. Instead, I gathered up all my clothes and went upstairs to put them away. I kicked open the door because my arms were so full, and dumped it all on the bed. My bed not Courtney's bed.
"She's so annoying," I said to no one in particular. Well actually yes, I was talking to someone. I was talking to my Lord of the Rings poster. The one thing that can always get my mind off of things is Lord of the Rings. Now please keep in mind I am NOT an Orlando Bloom rabid fangirl or a movie lover only. I read the books long before the movies came out and the movies have only added to my love of Middle Earth.
"Sometimes I wonder," I said aloud, approaching my poster, "What it would be like to be there, in Middle Earth. Is it as hard or as easy as it looks to do all these things?" I kind of fell off into a daze, thinking longingly about the green lands of the Shire and how peaceful they are. I drifted over to my mirror, where pictures of my friends lined the edges, much like how Viggo Mortensen had lined the mirrors of the makeup trailer. I made a face as I examined my hair, I had just gotten a haircut and they had cut it too short. I had asked for it to be a little bit passed my shoulders but they had forgotten to add in the fact that my hair is curly and when it dries it gets shorter from the curls. Still, it looks all right; I guess it could be worse. If I could change one thing about me though, I think I would like to have blue eyes instead of brown. Not huge Elijah Wood colored blue, but blue all the same. When I wore color contacts once I thought I looked much better with blue eyes.
"Brooke! Can you ever actually finish something you start?"
I came back to this world with an unpleasant bump.
"Courtney, go away."
"No, this is my room too."
"Fine, then I'm going away."
I stormed out of the room, back downstairs. I nearly kicked the cat, which was standing in my way, as I plopped down on the couch and picked up my Lord of the Rings book. That was the solution to everything, read Lord of the Rings. Scanning through it, I felt myself getting sleepy. Today in school was terrible, how can six hours feel like 2 days? Before I knew it, I was slipping into sleep, Lord of the Rings still in my hand.
A/n: How was that for the first chapter? That was basically just to set up the character of Brooke and her views on things. Next chapter will leap into the story.