Okay guys, I know I said that I was going to do a sequel to In the End of
the Bag, but I lied. I just can't bring myself to revist that time in my
life. I've moved on and this is my latest project, except my funny fic
which is on hold. This is a weird idea and I don't know if anybody's done
this before, but, I'm going to be changing in between our world and middle
earth. I don't know what's going to happen right now as with all my fics,
but I like it so far and that's good enough for me. SO without further ado,
I am very pleased to present to you...
Some Things Always Change.
Disclaimer: Swane is mine and almost all characters in her world belong to me. Anything else is being 'borrowed' unless specified other wise. Thank you.
Chapter One: The Turning Point.
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She watched the rain splash against the window of her 7th period classroom. It wasn't often that Mrs. Wimbledon pulled up the shades, and a glimpse at the outside world, even in this retched state, was like a sign from heaven. Swane usually liked her last class of the day. It was Language Arts, a class she had long loved and been able to pass with great ease, but she could no longer keep her mind on her studies. Not even for a class she had so long loved.
Mrs. Wimbledon often re-explained to the class the importance of a plot line. The exposition, which set up the story and character. Then came the rising action which caused you to love and care for your character. Soon after would follow the climax, in which nothing would ever be the same for your beloved character. Then slowly every thing would fall into place and all the ends would be tied and nothing left hanging.
Swane's life had hit a climax over the weekend. She had seen terrible situations in her life before, but nothing this life changing. From now on she could never feel the same. No her boyfriend hadn't broken up with her, that would be trivial and completely redundant. And besides, she didn't have a boyfriend to begin with. No, this was far worse.
(*)
The rain fell down hard in Buckland that day. It had been 10 years since the worst day of Frodo's life. The day his parents drowned. He was only a small child and had hardly known them, but still they were his parents nonetheless.
He stood under a small archway trying to stay dry from the freezing winter rain. Other hobbits passed not giving him a second glance, not knowing that this young hobbit's life had just changed very drastically. They had no clue that he had reached the turning point in his life. No matter what would happen now nothing could ever be the same. Could they not see that? Could they not read it by the fear in his face? Were they blind?
Of course they would not know yet. He actually wasn't even supposed to know. But he did. Actually, now that he thought about it, it was better that he knew now. It was a way to better prepare him for what was to come. Wouldn't you rather know beforehand when your life is going to make the most drastic change ever?? I thought so.
(*)
"Miss. Frasin?" Mrs. Wimbledon asked bringing Swane out of her rainy day musings. She looked around the room to find it empty.
"Miss. Frasin, is everything all right?" This was why she loved this class so much; it was because of Mrs. Wimbledon.
"Yes, ma'am, I'm fine," she drawled in her usual accent.
"Are you sure, you didn't seem to be paying attention today?" the elderly teacher asked as Swane gathered her things.
"To be honest I wasn't, but I'll catch up," she faked a smile with pure raw acting talent, "The guys'll take care of me." Mrs. Wimbledon smiled at the younger teen and waved her good-byes not knowing a thing about her inner torment.
(*)
"Frodo!" said Merry gaily coming up behind him and patting him on the back. Frodo turned and offered him a weak smile and pulling his cloak closer to his body.
"Hello my dear cousin," he responded trying to hide his torment but failing greatly.
"Frodo Baggins! What has happened?" Merry asked his smile dropping and his face becoming overly concerned.
"Oh, it's nothing," he lied, he was terrible at it, "It's just the weather getting me down."
"I bet," his cousin replied not buying his story one bit, "There's more a- troublein' you than foul weather, isn't there?" Frodo didn't answer but looked out into the storm.
"Come in and warm yourself Frodo. It's cold enough to kill a hobbit out here if you stay too long!" Frodo thought that the idea wasn't a bad one, but he'd rather not be reminded of his once wonderful home in Buckland, on which the doorway of he stood.
"Merry, would you ever dream of leaving this wonderful home of yours?" he asked sadly.
"Never in my right mind Mr. Baggins!"
"That's what I thought," he whispered turning away from his dear friend and cousin.
(*)
Swane walked toward the busses slower than usual. She was almost late after counting her time spent in the classroom and her time just spent to get there. She couldn't bring herself to go home. Usually she couldn't bring herself to get to school, now she didn't want to leave. She was so afraid of what she would have to face at home.
As she climbed the stairs she nodded towards the driver as usual and found an empty seat near the front, trying to ignore the regulars in the back. She hated the bus. Always had, and probably always would. Not only were the kids on there bad, the ambiance that they all radiated felt terrible and suffocating. Swane usually read on bus trips but she had just finished her book at school that day during S.S.R. (Sustained Silent Reading). She reached inside of her monstrosity she called a backpack and fished around for anything to read. Her hand closed around a book. As she pulled it out she quietly thanked God for it but stopped in mid praise. It was Lord of the Rings.
Swane groaned to herself and leafed through the book. It wasn't even the first book. It was the third one, a lot of good that was going to do her. She looked toward the end of the book and found an interesting timeline. She began to read. And so time passed until she arrived at her final destination, home.
(*)
Frodo threw off his cloak and ran into the downpour. He spread his arms wide and lifted his head towards the gray scowling clouds. The water was so cold that it felt like needles were piercing his skin with every drop. He felt his feet begin to go numb from being out in the cold for so long. He lowered his arms and his head and looked over at his cousin sadly. Merry was staring at him, his face lined with concentration. Frodo knew what he was thinking. He was trying to figure out what was wrong with him. Merry was like a brother to him, and for him not to tell him something was a bad sign.
Merry walked out into the rain and pulled Frodo out of the torrent.
"What has gotten into you?" he asked sharply, he always spoke sharply when he was afraid, and Frodo knew that.
"I don't know," he answered quietly looking at his feet.
"Yes you do! It's not like you to hide things from me," his voice had changed and Frodo had to look up. He saw the tears in his dear cousin's eyes. "I know that it's the anniversary of your parents death, but you've done this ten times before and it's never been this bad." Frodo could say nothing he knew not what to say, he just looked away again.
"Why won't you look at me?" Merry pleaded grabbing his shirt and pulling him close, "What is it that you can't possibly share?" Frodo looked at Merry, also close to tears.
"I DON'T KNOW OKAY!?" he yelled and pulled away running into the grand hobbit hole, called BrandyHall.
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A bit weird but hey that's life peeps. I hope you've enjoyed it thus far, I'm really excited about this one. It's really playin close to heart and Panda, yes, Swane is being based off me. Her life is almost entirely based off of mine and you'll be there soon. Laterz ya'll-DB:/
Some Things Always Change.
Disclaimer: Swane is mine and almost all characters in her world belong to me. Anything else is being 'borrowed' unless specified other wise. Thank you.
Chapter One: The Turning Point.
*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^
She watched the rain splash against the window of her 7th period classroom. It wasn't often that Mrs. Wimbledon pulled up the shades, and a glimpse at the outside world, even in this retched state, was like a sign from heaven. Swane usually liked her last class of the day. It was Language Arts, a class she had long loved and been able to pass with great ease, but she could no longer keep her mind on her studies. Not even for a class she had so long loved.
Mrs. Wimbledon often re-explained to the class the importance of a plot line. The exposition, which set up the story and character. Then came the rising action which caused you to love and care for your character. Soon after would follow the climax, in which nothing would ever be the same for your beloved character. Then slowly every thing would fall into place and all the ends would be tied and nothing left hanging.
Swane's life had hit a climax over the weekend. She had seen terrible situations in her life before, but nothing this life changing. From now on she could never feel the same. No her boyfriend hadn't broken up with her, that would be trivial and completely redundant. And besides, she didn't have a boyfriend to begin with. No, this was far worse.
(*)
The rain fell down hard in Buckland that day. It had been 10 years since the worst day of Frodo's life. The day his parents drowned. He was only a small child and had hardly known them, but still they were his parents nonetheless.
He stood under a small archway trying to stay dry from the freezing winter rain. Other hobbits passed not giving him a second glance, not knowing that this young hobbit's life had just changed very drastically. They had no clue that he had reached the turning point in his life. No matter what would happen now nothing could ever be the same. Could they not see that? Could they not read it by the fear in his face? Were they blind?
Of course they would not know yet. He actually wasn't even supposed to know. But he did. Actually, now that he thought about it, it was better that he knew now. It was a way to better prepare him for what was to come. Wouldn't you rather know beforehand when your life is going to make the most drastic change ever?? I thought so.
(*)
"Miss. Frasin?" Mrs. Wimbledon asked bringing Swane out of her rainy day musings. She looked around the room to find it empty.
"Miss. Frasin, is everything all right?" This was why she loved this class so much; it was because of Mrs. Wimbledon.
"Yes, ma'am, I'm fine," she drawled in her usual accent.
"Are you sure, you didn't seem to be paying attention today?" the elderly teacher asked as Swane gathered her things.
"To be honest I wasn't, but I'll catch up," she faked a smile with pure raw acting talent, "The guys'll take care of me." Mrs. Wimbledon smiled at the younger teen and waved her good-byes not knowing a thing about her inner torment.
(*)
"Frodo!" said Merry gaily coming up behind him and patting him on the back. Frodo turned and offered him a weak smile and pulling his cloak closer to his body.
"Hello my dear cousin," he responded trying to hide his torment but failing greatly.
"Frodo Baggins! What has happened?" Merry asked his smile dropping and his face becoming overly concerned.
"Oh, it's nothing," he lied, he was terrible at it, "It's just the weather getting me down."
"I bet," his cousin replied not buying his story one bit, "There's more a- troublein' you than foul weather, isn't there?" Frodo didn't answer but looked out into the storm.
"Come in and warm yourself Frodo. It's cold enough to kill a hobbit out here if you stay too long!" Frodo thought that the idea wasn't a bad one, but he'd rather not be reminded of his once wonderful home in Buckland, on which the doorway of he stood.
"Merry, would you ever dream of leaving this wonderful home of yours?" he asked sadly.
"Never in my right mind Mr. Baggins!"
"That's what I thought," he whispered turning away from his dear friend and cousin.
(*)
Swane walked toward the busses slower than usual. She was almost late after counting her time spent in the classroom and her time just spent to get there. She couldn't bring herself to go home. Usually she couldn't bring herself to get to school, now she didn't want to leave. She was so afraid of what she would have to face at home.
As she climbed the stairs she nodded towards the driver as usual and found an empty seat near the front, trying to ignore the regulars in the back. She hated the bus. Always had, and probably always would. Not only were the kids on there bad, the ambiance that they all radiated felt terrible and suffocating. Swane usually read on bus trips but she had just finished her book at school that day during S.S.R. (Sustained Silent Reading). She reached inside of her monstrosity she called a backpack and fished around for anything to read. Her hand closed around a book. As she pulled it out she quietly thanked God for it but stopped in mid praise. It was Lord of the Rings.
Swane groaned to herself and leafed through the book. It wasn't even the first book. It was the third one, a lot of good that was going to do her. She looked toward the end of the book and found an interesting timeline. She began to read. And so time passed until she arrived at her final destination, home.
(*)
Frodo threw off his cloak and ran into the downpour. He spread his arms wide and lifted his head towards the gray scowling clouds. The water was so cold that it felt like needles were piercing his skin with every drop. He felt his feet begin to go numb from being out in the cold for so long. He lowered his arms and his head and looked over at his cousin sadly. Merry was staring at him, his face lined with concentration. Frodo knew what he was thinking. He was trying to figure out what was wrong with him. Merry was like a brother to him, and for him not to tell him something was a bad sign.
Merry walked out into the rain and pulled Frodo out of the torrent.
"What has gotten into you?" he asked sharply, he always spoke sharply when he was afraid, and Frodo knew that.
"I don't know," he answered quietly looking at his feet.
"Yes you do! It's not like you to hide things from me," his voice had changed and Frodo had to look up. He saw the tears in his dear cousin's eyes. "I know that it's the anniversary of your parents death, but you've done this ten times before and it's never been this bad." Frodo could say nothing he knew not what to say, he just looked away again.
"Why won't you look at me?" Merry pleaded grabbing his shirt and pulling him close, "What is it that you can't possibly share?" Frodo looked at Merry, also close to tears.
"I DON'T KNOW OKAY!?" he yelled and pulled away running into the grand hobbit hole, called BrandyHall.
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A bit weird but hey that's life peeps. I hope you've enjoyed it thus far, I'm really excited about this one. It's really playin close to heart and Panda, yes, Swane is being based off me. Her life is almost entirely based off of mine and you'll be there soon. Laterz ya'll-DB:/