Title: The Girl's Word
Author: Dark Star Goddess
EVIL DISCLAIMER: I DON'T OWN LORD OF THE RINGS, IF I DID, I WOULD NOT BE WRITING THE FIC! OR I WOULD AND DO EVIL STUFF TO THE CHARACTERS... I DO OWN FAITH, AND THE FOLLOWING, her father, mother, step-dad, cousin, and sister. The following people will NOT be in the fic, just talked about, her mother and cousin.
Also, the polls are still open and waiting! Don't forget the rules, and please vote!
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Faith sighed, going into the clean kitchen and wiping up the spilled beer, then started a to make dinner. While the water boiled she nibbled on a dry piece of angel hair pasta and started to heat up some pasta sauce and looked for a veggie to go with dinner. Finding that the only thing there was to make was string beans (sorry if I offend anyone) her lip curled in disgust, she hated them, but her father seemed to love them...
Finally she finishes dinner, made two plates, leaving one on the counter and filled to glasses, one with milk, and the other with beer. Taking the glass of beer and plate of food to her father in the living room, where he was watching cheap action movies and drinking beer and he looked as she walked in, "Hello girl..." He said, his voice slurred.
Faith stayed silent and turned to walk out but her father's voice stop her, "Come here..." Faith's blood ran cold and she kept walking. She was stopped but her father tackling her, his weight crushing her small form and making her cry out in pain. He forced both of her arms above her head. "YOU LISTEN TO ME WHILE I'M TALKING TO YOU."
"Yes father." She said softly through her pain.
"So you're going to listen to me when I'm talking to you?"
"Yes father." She replied, hating herself, her life, and most of all, her father.
He stood, and sat in a plush chair. He ate quickly, barely tasting the food, gulping down most of the beer. Then just like every night, after dinner, ever since she was twelve, he stood and started to beat her and berating her. She didn't know how she went on living, at nights, she wondered if she would live long enough, could she survive two more years of this hell? Would she? When her father was finished he walked up to his room, where he slept until the morning.
Faith looked at her now ruined shirt, torn, so she walked quietly up the stairs and put on a new one and a bandanna over her strawberry blond hair. Her body was sore and screamed, but she walked back down, having not yet eaten dinner or done the dishes. She ate her cold dinner, crying over it. (Not like she's cry that her food is cold, as in she's stooped over it and her tears are falling on it.) After finishing her dinner and milk, she walked over to do the dishes and started at her wrist, both could be seen because her shirt ended at her elbows, 'Darn it, father keeps ruining all my long sleeve shirts! This it the longest one I have right now, I'll have to get some tomorrow...' She thought, looking at her lovely purple wrist. Faith swallowed her tears, 'Life goes on...' She thought to herself, wiping the tears from her face. Why did she let him do this? Why not run away? Tell someone? Was if out of fear? Self-disgust for herself? More than likely. She would never have the strength to tell someone, to get help... She started to wash the plates, try to ignore the pain in her heart, she realized something, and her father called her a whore. Of the things in the world she would never allow someone... other than her father... was whore or slut, she was not one, she would NEVER be one, she could not be one, and sex was... a gift for the one she would love forever. Then she walked quietly back up the stairs, though it wouldn't matter if she ran, it wouldn't wake up her father, he would be out like a light until seven in the morning, then he would go to work at eight, she would clean the house, and at nine go to baby-sit her half-sister until five, her father would be home at four-thirty, she truly had the house to herself at night. He would never wake up, she got to the bathroom and looked at her bruises, and took a Tylenol dry, feeling it slide all the way down her throat. She wished she could be somewhere else.
Walking back down the stairs she turned on some music, Aero smith, Dude Looks Like Lady, came on, she grinning slightly, giggling to herself, she loved a really strange varity of music, everything from Oingo Boingo to Michelle Branch, rock that bounced was the best, any type of song with a beat that she could bounce to was cool. She felt suddenly ill, it was strange and unexplainable, and her head started to her, pounding just like her music. She pressed her body against the cabinet near her and with one hand held her head, the other on her stomach. It hurt enough that she started to cry, not only from pain, but also for some reason, all the pain of her life came back to her, every time she got beaten. 'What's going on?' She asked herself, forcing her scream down her throat, her father would wake up if she screamed, she could do anything but scream. The world spun around her, faster and faster, and it felt like the ground crumbled out from below her, and she was falling, and someday she'd have to hit the ground sometime.
CRASH!!!! Oops there's the hitting the ground part, but why did the ground feel so warm... and soft... and strangely like cloth.... Then the ground made a sound... One that sounded like "OWWWWW!", she moved and touched cold ground, and she was amazed when bright blue eyes stared at her... They seem to question her. "Did I fall on you?" Faith asked, sitting up slightly, staring at the eyes.
"Yes," The voice was soft.
"I'm sorry... I'm Faith Maxwell... You are?"
"Frodo."
"Hello Frodo... Umm, where are we?"
"The Shire."
"Where would the Shire be?"
"Middle-Earth."
"You wouldn't have happen to--" She was cut off by an inhuman shriek, it made her shiver, "WHAT WAS THAT?" She asked, afraid beyond belief.
"I don't know, but, I have to go..."
"You're going to leave me here?! I don't know where I am and... how I'm going to get home... I only know you... Please don't leave me, I'll stay out of you way." Faith looked at him with pleading ice blue eyes, they were currently filling with tears.
"I don't know..."
"Please." Faith pleaded, her hands in a sort of begging motion.
"Okay, a friend of mine maybe able to help you get home..."
"Thank YOU!" Faith said hugging him tightly. She broke off the hug and blushed brightly, "Sorry."
Frodo was blushing too and they both heard footsteps coming towards them and a short man with curly light brown hair, "Mr. Frodo, we have to hurry." Two more short men appeared and Faith held back a comment, Faith helped Frodo up.
"Sam, Merry, Pippin, this is Faith, she's coming with us to Bree."
"Bree?" Faith asked confused.
"A town." Was Frodo's reply. Faith just shrugged and followed them, when they ran, she ran, but they all stopped when a black horse and his black rider blocked they're way. All the others looked afraid, and so was Faith, but she picked up a rather large rock and pelted in at the horse. She hit it right between the eyes, spooking the horse and making it run, the rider making the same inhuman shriek and they all ran their fastest, but for some reason wasn't going as fast as the rest of them so Faith grabbed his hand a started to run.
"Buckleberry Ferry!" One of the others shouted, pointing at a river and they ran onto it, and started to untie it from it's dock, hoof beats coming from behind Frodo and Faith, who were way behind the others and they ran fasted. Faith stumbled over a rock, making both Frodo and her fall. Faith picked up the rock she had tripped over and got up, Frodo had all ready gotten up and was running, she watched Frodo jump and make it, she gulped and jump.... she flew through the air and... fell short by couple feet, but the hobbits helped her onto the ferry, Faith was wringing out her hair and clothes, trying her hardest to hide her bruises, though they were quiet visible. She then took off her midnight bandanna and wrung it out sighing, "I hate swimming," she muttered, putting it back on and looking at the hobbits, "Hi..." She said shyly, "I haven't been properly introduced to you all."
"I'm Samwise Gamgee, but you can call me Sam" Said the light brown, curly head hobbit from earlier.
"I am Peregrin Took, but my friends call me Pippin."
"I'm Meriadoc Brandybuck, but my friends call me Merry."
"So can I call you Merry and Pippin?"
"Yes."
"Of course!"
Faith gave them all a sweet smile, "I'm Faith Michelle Maxwell, pleasure to meet you," She sat so her head was on her knees, "Any idea why those things were chasing you?"
Frodo didn't answer and Faith knew that he didn't want to tell her so she shook her head, "Never mind." She said.
"Merry," Frodo asked, "How much further to the next crossing."
"Twenty miles."
(DSG: KAY! I'M GOING TO SKIP TO BREE, I DON'T WANT TO LOOK IN MY BOOK AND GO THROUGH TOM B. SORRY!)
Frodo looked both ways before the five of them ran through the rain and muddy streets to a large fence and gate and knocked. When the gatekeeper opened the door and looked Faith in the eye, "One down." Faith said sweetly. He opened the second one and looked Frodo in the face, "What d'ya want? Hobbits, four of them and a girl?" The gatekeeper muttered softly.
"We wish to stay at the inn, our business is our own."
"I meant no offend, there is talk of strange folk abroad, can't be to careful... It's my job to ask questions."
Faith listen with half an ear, still staring down the road, as if expecting one of those black horse and riders to appear. The gate opened and they walked in. Faith paid more attention and realized people were staring at the five, though the sixteen year old couldn't understand. The made it to a door with a sign over it saying, 'The Prancing Pony,' And they walked and were greeted by a cheerful pub, 'Oh hell,' Faith start and looked ready to get sick. Frodo talked to the innkeeper and Faith finally heard Frodo's last name, Underhill... Interesting to say the least. They walked over to a table, "Faith, you don't mind sharing a room with us, do you?" Frodo asked.
"Nah, I could kick all your butts," Faith said smiling, "I don't mind."
Time went on, Faith watch boredly as the hobbits drank half-pints.
The noise around them was almost deafening, and she watched Merry go off to get a whole pint, then watching as Pippin ran off after he came back to get his own. The chatter gave Faith a headache and she was tempted to just go to sleep on the table. Everything went kind of blurry from there, she remembers how Frodo panicked about something, the pain in her head slowing her mind. She did, however, notice how Frodo disappear, she started to look around for him franticly, staying in her seat but her eye searching the ground. she heard the others say something about Frodo being taken somewhere... Where though? She followed the hobbits as they walked towards the stairs where they said Frodo had gotten carried off to.
They stormed the room for some reason, Faith could only guess that Frodo was inside, with whoever had taken him. She saw the dark man and nearly dropped the broomstick she held, ready to defend the others and herself with it. She was always edgy around men bigger than her, the only reason she was around Joe so much was that her sister or mother or both were around when she was. She had maybe two guys that she ever hung out with, but with them she was always in a big group of people she trusted.
She decided to ignore the man and talk to Frodo, "You alright?" She asked him softly, voice filled with concern.
Frodo nodded to her, she smiled at him.
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So, that's all I have, but I want to say sorry, it TOOK TO LONG!!!!!!!! AHHHHHHHHHHHHH! Well, any way, I got through finals... And then it happened! I had TO BE AN OOMPA LOOPA! Now, this would not be very bad, IF I HAD EVER SEEN WILLY WONKA'S CHOCOLATE FACTORY! So I was flying blind, then I got sick, and today, I got my grades, and I failed 50% of my classes.... I'm doomed! So if I don't update for a while know that my computer is only being used as a jukebox, but since I GOT INTO A CLASS FOR MORONS, people there have 2nd grade reading level, and if I offened anyone I'm really sorry, but I have college reading level, so this pissed me off. But they won't let me out, so I'll just write then!
If you have any questions feel free to e-mail or IM me, either works. Check my BIO to find both, THANKS FOR READING!
Author: Dark Star Goddess
EVIL DISCLAIMER: I DON'T OWN LORD OF THE RINGS, IF I DID, I WOULD NOT BE WRITING THE FIC! OR I WOULD AND DO EVIL STUFF TO THE CHARACTERS... I DO OWN FAITH, AND THE FOLLOWING, her father, mother, step-dad, cousin, and sister. The following people will NOT be in the fic, just talked about, her mother and cousin.
Also, the polls are still open and waiting! Don't forget the rules, and please vote!
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Faith sighed, going into the clean kitchen and wiping up the spilled beer, then started a to make dinner. While the water boiled she nibbled on a dry piece of angel hair pasta and started to heat up some pasta sauce and looked for a veggie to go with dinner. Finding that the only thing there was to make was string beans (sorry if I offend anyone) her lip curled in disgust, she hated them, but her father seemed to love them...
Finally she finishes dinner, made two plates, leaving one on the counter and filled to glasses, one with milk, and the other with beer. Taking the glass of beer and plate of food to her father in the living room, where he was watching cheap action movies and drinking beer and he looked as she walked in, "Hello girl..." He said, his voice slurred.
Faith stayed silent and turned to walk out but her father's voice stop her, "Come here..." Faith's blood ran cold and she kept walking. She was stopped but her father tackling her, his weight crushing her small form and making her cry out in pain. He forced both of her arms above her head. "YOU LISTEN TO ME WHILE I'M TALKING TO YOU."
"Yes father." She said softly through her pain.
"So you're going to listen to me when I'm talking to you?"
"Yes father." She replied, hating herself, her life, and most of all, her father.
He stood, and sat in a plush chair. He ate quickly, barely tasting the food, gulping down most of the beer. Then just like every night, after dinner, ever since she was twelve, he stood and started to beat her and berating her. She didn't know how she went on living, at nights, she wondered if she would live long enough, could she survive two more years of this hell? Would she? When her father was finished he walked up to his room, where he slept until the morning.
Faith looked at her now ruined shirt, torn, so she walked quietly up the stairs and put on a new one and a bandanna over her strawberry blond hair. Her body was sore and screamed, but she walked back down, having not yet eaten dinner or done the dishes. She ate her cold dinner, crying over it. (Not like she's cry that her food is cold, as in she's stooped over it and her tears are falling on it.) After finishing her dinner and milk, she walked over to do the dishes and started at her wrist, both could be seen because her shirt ended at her elbows, 'Darn it, father keeps ruining all my long sleeve shirts! This it the longest one I have right now, I'll have to get some tomorrow...' She thought, looking at her lovely purple wrist. Faith swallowed her tears, 'Life goes on...' She thought to herself, wiping the tears from her face. Why did she let him do this? Why not run away? Tell someone? Was if out of fear? Self-disgust for herself? More than likely. She would never have the strength to tell someone, to get help... She started to wash the plates, try to ignore the pain in her heart, she realized something, and her father called her a whore. Of the things in the world she would never allow someone... other than her father... was whore or slut, she was not one, she would NEVER be one, she could not be one, and sex was... a gift for the one she would love forever. Then she walked quietly back up the stairs, though it wouldn't matter if she ran, it wouldn't wake up her father, he would be out like a light until seven in the morning, then he would go to work at eight, she would clean the house, and at nine go to baby-sit her half-sister until five, her father would be home at four-thirty, she truly had the house to herself at night. He would never wake up, she got to the bathroom and looked at her bruises, and took a Tylenol dry, feeling it slide all the way down her throat. She wished she could be somewhere else.
Walking back down the stairs she turned on some music, Aero smith, Dude Looks Like Lady, came on, she grinning slightly, giggling to herself, she loved a really strange varity of music, everything from Oingo Boingo to Michelle Branch, rock that bounced was the best, any type of song with a beat that she could bounce to was cool. She felt suddenly ill, it was strange and unexplainable, and her head started to her, pounding just like her music. She pressed her body against the cabinet near her and with one hand held her head, the other on her stomach. It hurt enough that she started to cry, not only from pain, but also for some reason, all the pain of her life came back to her, every time she got beaten. 'What's going on?' She asked herself, forcing her scream down her throat, her father would wake up if she screamed, she could do anything but scream. The world spun around her, faster and faster, and it felt like the ground crumbled out from below her, and she was falling, and someday she'd have to hit the ground sometime.
CRASH!!!! Oops there's the hitting the ground part, but why did the ground feel so warm... and soft... and strangely like cloth.... Then the ground made a sound... One that sounded like "OWWWWW!", she moved and touched cold ground, and she was amazed when bright blue eyes stared at her... They seem to question her. "Did I fall on you?" Faith asked, sitting up slightly, staring at the eyes.
"Yes," The voice was soft.
"I'm sorry... I'm Faith Maxwell... You are?"
"Frodo."
"Hello Frodo... Umm, where are we?"
"The Shire."
"Where would the Shire be?"
"Middle-Earth."
"You wouldn't have happen to--" She was cut off by an inhuman shriek, it made her shiver, "WHAT WAS THAT?" She asked, afraid beyond belief.
"I don't know, but, I have to go..."
"You're going to leave me here?! I don't know where I am and... how I'm going to get home... I only know you... Please don't leave me, I'll stay out of you way." Faith looked at him with pleading ice blue eyes, they were currently filling with tears.
"I don't know..."
"Please." Faith pleaded, her hands in a sort of begging motion.
"Okay, a friend of mine maybe able to help you get home..."
"Thank YOU!" Faith said hugging him tightly. She broke off the hug and blushed brightly, "Sorry."
Frodo was blushing too and they both heard footsteps coming towards them and a short man with curly light brown hair, "Mr. Frodo, we have to hurry." Two more short men appeared and Faith held back a comment, Faith helped Frodo up.
"Sam, Merry, Pippin, this is Faith, she's coming with us to Bree."
"Bree?" Faith asked confused.
"A town." Was Frodo's reply. Faith just shrugged and followed them, when they ran, she ran, but they all stopped when a black horse and his black rider blocked they're way. All the others looked afraid, and so was Faith, but she picked up a rather large rock and pelted in at the horse. She hit it right between the eyes, spooking the horse and making it run, the rider making the same inhuman shriek and they all ran their fastest, but for some reason wasn't going as fast as the rest of them so Faith grabbed his hand a started to run.
"Buckleberry Ferry!" One of the others shouted, pointing at a river and they ran onto it, and started to untie it from it's dock, hoof beats coming from behind Frodo and Faith, who were way behind the others and they ran fasted. Faith stumbled over a rock, making both Frodo and her fall. Faith picked up the rock she had tripped over and got up, Frodo had all ready gotten up and was running, she watched Frodo jump and make it, she gulped and jump.... she flew through the air and... fell short by couple feet, but the hobbits helped her onto the ferry, Faith was wringing out her hair and clothes, trying her hardest to hide her bruises, though they were quiet visible. She then took off her midnight bandanna and wrung it out sighing, "I hate swimming," she muttered, putting it back on and looking at the hobbits, "Hi..." She said shyly, "I haven't been properly introduced to you all."
"I'm Samwise Gamgee, but you can call me Sam" Said the light brown, curly head hobbit from earlier.
"I am Peregrin Took, but my friends call me Pippin."
"I'm Meriadoc Brandybuck, but my friends call me Merry."
"So can I call you Merry and Pippin?"
"Yes."
"Of course!"
Faith gave them all a sweet smile, "I'm Faith Michelle Maxwell, pleasure to meet you," She sat so her head was on her knees, "Any idea why those things were chasing you?"
Frodo didn't answer and Faith knew that he didn't want to tell her so she shook her head, "Never mind." She said.
"Merry," Frodo asked, "How much further to the next crossing."
"Twenty miles."
(DSG: KAY! I'M GOING TO SKIP TO BREE, I DON'T WANT TO LOOK IN MY BOOK AND GO THROUGH TOM B. SORRY!)
Frodo looked both ways before the five of them ran through the rain and muddy streets to a large fence and gate and knocked. When the gatekeeper opened the door and looked Faith in the eye, "One down." Faith said sweetly. He opened the second one and looked Frodo in the face, "What d'ya want? Hobbits, four of them and a girl?" The gatekeeper muttered softly.
"We wish to stay at the inn, our business is our own."
"I meant no offend, there is talk of strange folk abroad, can't be to careful... It's my job to ask questions."
Faith listen with half an ear, still staring down the road, as if expecting one of those black horse and riders to appear. The gate opened and they walked in. Faith paid more attention and realized people were staring at the five, though the sixteen year old couldn't understand. The made it to a door with a sign over it saying, 'The Prancing Pony,' And they walked and were greeted by a cheerful pub, 'Oh hell,' Faith start and looked ready to get sick. Frodo talked to the innkeeper and Faith finally heard Frodo's last name, Underhill... Interesting to say the least. They walked over to a table, "Faith, you don't mind sharing a room with us, do you?" Frodo asked.
"Nah, I could kick all your butts," Faith said smiling, "I don't mind."
Time went on, Faith watch boredly as the hobbits drank half-pints.
The noise around them was almost deafening, and she watched Merry go off to get a whole pint, then watching as Pippin ran off after he came back to get his own. The chatter gave Faith a headache and she was tempted to just go to sleep on the table. Everything went kind of blurry from there, she remembers how Frodo panicked about something, the pain in her head slowing her mind. She did, however, notice how Frodo disappear, she started to look around for him franticly, staying in her seat but her eye searching the ground. she heard the others say something about Frodo being taken somewhere... Where though? She followed the hobbits as they walked towards the stairs where they said Frodo had gotten carried off to.
They stormed the room for some reason, Faith could only guess that Frodo was inside, with whoever had taken him. She saw the dark man and nearly dropped the broomstick she held, ready to defend the others and herself with it. She was always edgy around men bigger than her, the only reason she was around Joe so much was that her sister or mother or both were around when she was. She had maybe two guys that she ever hung out with, but with them she was always in a big group of people she trusted.
She decided to ignore the man and talk to Frodo, "You alright?" She asked him softly, voice filled with concern.
Frodo nodded to her, she smiled at him.
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So, that's all I have, but I want to say sorry, it TOOK TO LONG!!!!!!!! AHHHHHHHHHHHHH! Well, any way, I got through finals... And then it happened! I had TO BE AN OOMPA LOOPA! Now, this would not be very bad, IF I HAD EVER SEEN WILLY WONKA'S CHOCOLATE FACTORY! So I was flying blind, then I got sick, and today, I got my grades, and I failed 50% of my classes.... I'm doomed! So if I don't update for a while know that my computer is only being used as a jukebox, but since I GOT INTO A CLASS FOR MORONS, people there have 2nd grade reading level, and if I offened anyone I'm really sorry, but I have college reading level, so this pissed me off. But they won't let me out, so I'll just write then!
If you have any questions feel free to e-mail or IM me, either works. Check my BIO to find both, THANKS FOR READING!