Hmmm... I'm supposed to be working on about 3 other fics right now and what
am I doing? Making another one! sigh. It's kinda sad really, but I think
I've got a good one here! Wish me luck, ya'll!
Disclaimer: I do not own Lord of the Rings, Wingnut Films, New Line Cinema, Weta Workshop, Legolas, Aragorn, Gimli, Frodo, Sam, Merry (3), Pippin, Boromir, Denethor, Bilbo, Gollum, Random Proudfoot #3, Goldilocks, Farimir, My Aunt Georgia, and I do not own the One Ring of Power. I do however own a cheep replica I got off of a bookmark. Oh and my O.C.'s!
The Eye's Have It!
Chapter One: Rude Awakenings.
Jericho's alarm clock buzzed loudly for about .03 seconds before she slapped it into silence. She dropped herself heavily onto the pillows of her bead and cuddled under the covers once again. She had no intentions of getting up by the time her alarm went off again, but as she tried to regain her lovely REM state she felt the air conditioner kick on. Or at least that's what it felt like. She didn't bother to worry about it, it was late winter and she thought her father was just trying to find yet another way to cut the heating bill.
Jericho felt herself slowly slip out of consciousness. She was soon floating up above the clouds, far into another world. She felt the cool soft breeze nuzzle her body as she flew away from her small town life. It was as if it was really happening. Then soon she felt her body being set down again onto a small patch of cool grass.
The sun was so bright that Jericho had to squint her closed eyes. She smiled as the relaxing scent of grass wafted into her nose and settled bringing back fond childhood memories. This was one of the most realistic dreams she'd ever had, in fact she didn't want to wake up. She knew, though, that her ten minutes would soon be up and she braced herself for the rude awakening of her annoying alarm clock.
There was only the sound of chirping birds. Jericho finally realized that she wasn't sleeping, she was wide-awake. She had come out of her dream-like unconsciousness and was completely aware of her surroundings. All she need do was open her eyes and find out what was going on.
She opened one eye to see a forest of grass in front of her face. Upon opening her other she could see that her eyes were not playing tricks on her, she was in fact lying in a patch of grass. As she sat up bits of dead bugs and grass cascaded down from her black streaked locks. She sat up with her legs under her looking about the clearing.
"This isn't good," she mumbled squinting about trying to make out what was in the distance. She looked up to see a noonday sun above her. It was still dark when she hit her alarm.
'I must have overslept,' she thought to herself, 'Dad must have turned on the light and I'm just still refusing to awake.' Sensibility was her one true flaw. A crow flew overhead, cawing loudly and causing her to jump.
'Okay this isn't right, there aren't any crows back yet, its still winter!' she remembered. Her pulse quickened as she began to feel that she wasn't where she belonged. She ran a hand through her hair nervously catching an ear. She nearly screamed.
"MY EARS ARE FRIKIN POINTY!" she screamed caused any near by creature to scatter. She was quick to inspect the rest of her body.
She looked down at her baggy pajamas and realized they were baggier than usual. As she stood up slowly she caught a glance of her feet. Always she had been the one with the small feet out of her family and friends. Now, they were large, thick, and hairy! She raised a hand to her head and pulled a lock of hair in front of her eyes. Her platinum blonde hair, which had once been streaked with black, was now as curly as when she had once gotten a perm, years ago. Jericho could only do one thing at this moment.
She fell to the ground and screamed so shrilly that nothing was left in the mile radius.
Of course a scream soon led to tears, and tears soon led to silence. As she sat in silence she soon realized she was nowhere near her home. The only thing that she could think that may have happened was she was drugged taken from her home and given major plastic surgery and a perm. She knew it made no sense, but what else could have happened.
She looked up to see that the sun had fallen behind the trees and would soon set. She stood up and looked around her again. She still could not make out anything beyond her small clearing, but even though she picked a direction and started walking.
Her feet were surprisingly tough and she made very little noise as she walked through the darkening forest. She had begun to cry again and as she walked she felt her tears make a small path behind her. Jericho frequently brought a hand to her ears and felt their pointy tips, quickly drawing them away afraid she may break them. This was all so strange, like something from some fantasy novel or a movie. Nothing like this ever happened in real life.
'How long have I been missing,' she asked her self. Sadly she could not answer that question. She could only keep moving in one direction varying only when a tree was in her way.
Her eyes were heavy and she had that thick feeling in the back of her throat that you get after you've cried a bit. She was starving and couldn't remember the last time she ate. The sun had long since set and she soon came upon a road. Jericho looked down at the dirt path, hardly recognizing it in the darkness. She looked down each direction and decided to head to her right. It seemed to be the more populated of the two directions.
Jericho felt her strength was weaning and she could not keep going much longer. She had no clue where she was and why she looked this way, but all she knew was that she would die out here if she didn't find someone. Suddenly she tripped over a root in the middle of the road. As she hit the ground she felt all of her strength fade and she broke down in tears again. She continued until she heard soft singing. The sounds of the voices calmed her and quieted her sobs. She used the last of her strength and stood up. She came towards the singing and looked out from behind a tree at a circle of small men, with large feet and pointy ears.
"Away shall fade, away shall fade," they sang and a young one of the three picked up in the end adding a high descant that made Jericho almost smile.
"Hush!" Another older one whispered, "I think I hear black riders!" The others became very quiet. Jericho felt the hair on the back of her neck stand straight up. Something was behind her, but she knew not what. She could not turn around for fear kept her there. She closed her eyes tightly waiting for the evil beast to sink its fangs into her neck.
"We must rest here for the night," the same little man replied after a moment. Jericho opened one eye to see that she had not been eaten and looked back at the little men in front of her. They made themselves a small bed in a large hollowed out tree near by and were soon fast asleep. Jericho felt some safety with these people so she situated herself under the tree she had hid behind and set in for her first night of sleep in this new strange place. Maybe tomorrow she would show herself to the men and ask their help. Tonight, though, all she could do was sleep a deep and dreamless sleep.
How's ya likes? Hope it's good! I'm trying to make one that sticks pretty close to the books this time. I've always done movie friendly stories, so now it's time for something new. Sorry if words are a little off, my copy of FOTR is at school not here. OH and if you're bored of this you can always check out Pyschopanda's stuff or AngelofDarkness1566. Okay enjoy! DB:D
Disclaimer: I do not own Lord of the Rings, Wingnut Films, New Line Cinema, Weta Workshop, Legolas, Aragorn, Gimli, Frodo, Sam, Merry (3), Pippin, Boromir, Denethor, Bilbo, Gollum, Random Proudfoot #3, Goldilocks, Farimir, My Aunt Georgia, and I do not own the One Ring of Power. I do however own a cheep replica I got off of a bookmark. Oh and my O.C.'s!
The Eye's Have It!
Chapter One: Rude Awakenings.
Jericho's alarm clock buzzed loudly for about .03 seconds before she slapped it into silence. She dropped herself heavily onto the pillows of her bead and cuddled under the covers once again. She had no intentions of getting up by the time her alarm went off again, but as she tried to regain her lovely REM state she felt the air conditioner kick on. Or at least that's what it felt like. She didn't bother to worry about it, it was late winter and she thought her father was just trying to find yet another way to cut the heating bill.
Jericho felt herself slowly slip out of consciousness. She was soon floating up above the clouds, far into another world. She felt the cool soft breeze nuzzle her body as she flew away from her small town life. It was as if it was really happening. Then soon she felt her body being set down again onto a small patch of cool grass.
The sun was so bright that Jericho had to squint her closed eyes. She smiled as the relaxing scent of grass wafted into her nose and settled bringing back fond childhood memories. This was one of the most realistic dreams she'd ever had, in fact she didn't want to wake up. She knew, though, that her ten minutes would soon be up and she braced herself for the rude awakening of her annoying alarm clock.
There was only the sound of chirping birds. Jericho finally realized that she wasn't sleeping, she was wide-awake. She had come out of her dream-like unconsciousness and was completely aware of her surroundings. All she need do was open her eyes and find out what was going on.
She opened one eye to see a forest of grass in front of her face. Upon opening her other she could see that her eyes were not playing tricks on her, she was in fact lying in a patch of grass. As she sat up bits of dead bugs and grass cascaded down from her black streaked locks. She sat up with her legs under her looking about the clearing.
"This isn't good," she mumbled squinting about trying to make out what was in the distance. She looked up to see a noonday sun above her. It was still dark when she hit her alarm.
'I must have overslept,' she thought to herself, 'Dad must have turned on the light and I'm just still refusing to awake.' Sensibility was her one true flaw. A crow flew overhead, cawing loudly and causing her to jump.
'Okay this isn't right, there aren't any crows back yet, its still winter!' she remembered. Her pulse quickened as she began to feel that she wasn't where she belonged. She ran a hand through her hair nervously catching an ear. She nearly screamed.
"MY EARS ARE FRIKIN POINTY!" she screamed caused any near by creature to scatter. She was quick to inspect the rest of her body.
She looked down at her baggy pajamas and realized they were baggier than usual. As she stood up slowly she caught a glance of her feet. Always she had been the one with the small feet out of her family and friends. Now, they were large, thick, and hairy! She raised a hand to her head and pulled a lock of hair in front of her eyes. Her platinum blonde hair, which had once been streaked with black, was now as curly as when she had once gotten a perm, years ago. Jericho could only do one thing at this moment.
She fell to the ground and screamed so shrilly that nothing was left in the mile radius.
Of course a scream soon led to tears, and tears soon led to silence. As she sat in silence she soon realized she was nowhere near her home. The only thing that she could think that may have happened was she was drugged taken from her home and given major plastic surgery and a perm. She knew it made no sense, but what else could have happened.
She looked up to see that the sun had fallen behind the trees and would soon set. She stood up and looked around her again. She still could not make out anything beyond her small clearing, but even though she picked a direction and started walking.
Her feet were surprisingly tough and she made very little noise as she walked through the darkening forest. She had begun to cry again and as she walked she felt her tears make a small path behind her. Jericho frequently brought a hand to her ears and felt their pointy tips, quickly drawing them away afraid she may break them. This was all so strange, like something from some fantasy novel or a movie. Nothing like this ever happened in real life.
'How long have I been missing,' she asked her self. Sadly she could not answer that question. She could only keep moving in one direction varying only when a tree was in her way.
Her eyes were heavy and she had that thick feeling in the back of her throat that you get after you've cried a bit. She was starving and couldn't remember the last time she ate. The sun had long since set and she soon came upon a road. Jericho looked down at the dirt path, hardly recognizing it in the darkness. She looked down each direction and decided to head to her right. It seemed to be the more populated of the two directions.
Jericho felt her strength was weaning and she could not keep going much longer. She had no clue where she was and why she looked this way, but all she knew was that she would die out here if she didn't find someone. Suddenly she tripped over a root in the middle of the road. As she hit the ground she felt all of her strength fade and she broke down in tears again. She continued until she heard soft singing. The sounds of the voices calmed her and quieted her sobs. She used the last of her strength and stood up. She came towards the singing and looked out from behind a tree at a circle of small men, with large feet and pointy ears.
"Away shall fade, away shall fade," they sang and a young one of the three picked up in the end adding a high descant that made Jericho almost smile.
"Hush!" Another older one whispered, "I think I hear black riders!" The others became very quiet. Jericho felt the hair on the back of her neck stand straight up. Something was behind her, but she knew not what. She could not turn around for fear kept her there. She closed her eyes tightly waiting for the evil beast to sink its fangs into her neck.
"We must rest here for the night," the same little man replied after a moment. Jericho opened one eye to see that she had not been eaten and looked back at the little men in front of her. They made themselves a small bed in a large hollowed out tree near by and were soon fast asleep. Jericho felt some safety with these people so she situated herself under the tree she had hid behind and set in for her first night of sleep in this new strange place. Maybe tomorrow she would show herself to the men and ask their help. Tonight, though, all she could do was sleep a deep and dreamless sleep.
How's ya likes? Hope it's good! I'm trying to make one that sticks pretty close to the books this time. I've always done movie friendly stories, so now it's time for something new. Sorry if words are a little off, my copy of FOTR is at school not here. OH and if you're bored of this you can always check out Pyschopanda's stuff or AngelofDarkness1566. Okay enjoy! DB:D