Hey, my first fan fiction, don't hurt me. *cowers* well. first LOTR fan
fiction any way. Don't hurt me if it doesn't work right.
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the LOTR characters or places, I do own Anne
though.
Anne
Anne sighed as her father stopped at the red light. She leaned her head against the window watching the rain and sleet pour down the front windshield. Her dad, Michael, looked out the window, squinting his eyes at the wonderful winter weather.
"Think we can make it home Hun?" He looked at her expectantly. The road home was long, twisted and slippery this time of year. The weather only made it worse.
Anne shrugged and continued looking out the window into the impending gray surrounding them. "Why not, it's been worse and we've made it."
Her father had just picked her up from archery practice and she was playing with one of her arrows, with her quiver and bow sitting in her lap. Michael smiled at his daughter and turned down the treacherous mountain road to their cabin, where Kate was waiting for their return.
It was a half hour and Anne was playing the word game inside her head, humming TATU all the while. Her dad was smiling at her. Green, trees, leaves, forest. Lothlorien. Unknown to Anne she began to speak out loud. "Galadhrim, marchwarden, Haldir, Galadriel, Celeborn, Elves."
"Legolas," Michael broke in on her train of thought, grinning all the while.
"Huh?" His daughter looked up at him, utterly confused as to how he could know what she was thinking.
"You were talking out loud," came his reply to her very thoughts.
"Oh. shut-up, you're evil." Anne gave him a mock glare and glanced out the window where a deer was bounding across the road. "DAD, LOOKOUT!!"
She screamed as he jerked the little car to the side, screeching the tires, and slamming his foot on the brake. Anne's red-auburn hair whipped in her face as the car spun out. The brakes did nothing as the road was too slippery from the slick sleet. The car went toppling off the edge of the cliff. The last thing that Anne remembered was jamming her favorite arrow into her quiver and praying to whatever god's were out there that they should live.
*** Did you like it? If you did like it. REVIEW. Constructive criticism is welcome. So are flames, I have a nice bag of marshmallows that need toasting. And I have some cookies and chocolate. Nice reviewers are welcome to have some smores with me! ^_^
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the LOTR characters or places, I do own Anne
though.
Anne
Anne sighed as her father stopped at the red light. She leaned her head against the window watching the rain and sleet pour down the front windshield. Her dad, Michael, looked out the window, squinting his eyes at the wonderful winter weather.
"Think we can make it home Hun?" He looked at her expectantly. The road home was long, twisted and slippery this time of year. The weather only made it worse.
Anne shrugged and continued looking out the window into the impending gray surrounding them. "Why not, it's been worse and we've made it."
Her father had just picked her up from archery practice and she was playing with one of her arrows, with her quiver and bow sitting in her lap. Michael smiled at his daughter and turned down the treacherous mountain road to their cabin, where Kate was waiting for their return.
It was a half hour and Anne was playing the word game inside her head, humming TATU all the while. Her dad was smiling at her. Green, trees, leaves, forest. Lothlorien. Unknown to Anne she began to speak out loud. "Galadhrim, marchwarden, Haldir, Galadriel, Celeborn, Elves."
"Legolas," Michael broke in on her train of thought, grinning all the while.
"Huh?" His daughter looked up at him, utterly confused as to how he could know what she was thinking.
"You were talking out loud," came his reply to her very thoughts.
"Oh. shut-up, you're evil." Anne gave him a mock glare and glanced out the window where a deer was bounding across the road. "DAD, LOOKOUT!!"
She screamed as he jerked the little car to the side, screeching the tires, and slamming his foot on the brake. Anne's red-auburn hair whipped in her face as the car spun out. The brakes did nothing as the road was too slippery from the slick sleet. The car went toppling off the edge of the cliff. The last thing that Anne remembered was jamming her favorite arrow into her quiver and praying to whatever god's were out there that they should live.
*** Did you like it? If you did like it. REVIEW. Constructive criticism is welcome. So are flames, I have a nice bag of marshmallows that need toasting. And I have some cookies and chocolate. Nice reviewers are welcome to have some smores with me! ^_^