Disclaimer: I don't own anything to do with lotr, but I do own Steph.
A/N:
CJ*-Cj: Yes – Lez cheer her up.
Randomlegolasfan: Nice name! Yus, her day's crummy, her life's crummy and that's exactly how I usually feel. Thanx for your sympathy. This story is kind of a reflection of how I feel – I don't get bullied or anything, but ff.net is my main escape from my crap life. I've never said anything truer.
Oh yeah, and anything in speech marks that isn't labelled is Steph talking to herself, 'cause that's what she does best.
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Chapter 2 ~ Falling
Netball, first thing in the morning and me, don't go.
In my opinion it's the worst game in the world. Only cos I'm never picked. We were picked for teams and there's one extra person, so guess who has to stand at the sidelines? Me. Of course. It's not like anyone would want me in their team anyway. Though I would prefer to be playing rather than getting frozen. Once again, I was the odd one out, wearing black trackies and a white top because I had forgotten my PE kit. Being unwanted on the netball team does have its drawbacks: You get very cold, very quickly. Despite YOU are the ref, no one pays the blind bit of notice to you, and when they do, it's usually to argue with you.
Still, there I was, at half time, when the whistle blew (the PE teachers whistle, not mine. Obviously.). I was asked to swap on, and – this really stumped me – I was actually allowed to choose the position I wanted to be. I was seriously getting worried about her – she HATED me, there was no reason why she should stop now. Anyway, wanting to move around a bit more than you usually do when playing GK, I asked to be GA. BIG mistake. Just so happened that was the one position people didn't want me to be. Yes, they argued like hell, but whatever I thought – it's not every day I get to be PE teachers pet. Still, if looks could kill I would be well and truly slaughtered by now for taking the 'best' (more like most popular) person off their team. I wasn't bad at sport or anything – quite the opposite – but people always seemed to find a reason to hate me.
Anyway, with fingers well and truly frozen I didn't know HOW I was going to shoot the ball, let alone catch the bloody thing. All I do know, is that at the first touch of the ball, I was deliberately shoved over. The new ref being the little-miss-popular-I-had-taken-place-of-earlier I knew full well she would either ignore it, or put a penalty against me. I could guess which one she'd choose.
I never had time to find out. The right knee of my trackies ripped, I rolled over and hit my head against a rock. Hard. The last thought going through my head before I blacked out was:
"What the hell is a rock doing in the middle of a netball court?" *^*^*^* I awoke to find myself perched precariously on the edge of what seemed to be a rock platform. Not noticing this, I rolled over, and fell down a few metres, landing in dry leaves. I tried to think of how the hell I got there.
"'Ang on. Where's the netball court – where is everyone?" Finding no suitable explanation, I began to take in my surroundings and came to 1 almost-sensible conclusion:
"I'm lost."
I was finally getting feeling into my hands, which, for those who don't know, is usually quite painful.
"Geez – Schizer!"
I then heard some shouting, and heard running footsteps, though I couldn't see anyone. Not particularly wanting to meet anyone right this moment, I ran in the opposite direction, and hid, but still able to see what was going on.
I looked up at the platform that I had just been on, and noticed there were stairs leading up to it, and some weird statue at the top. I then heard more footsteps and looked towards the direction of which they were coming. I then realised that there was really no point of running from whoever was approaching – they were probably just a normal person anyway. At this thought, I turned to looked up at the weird statue-thing. At that moment, a small person with curly black hair seemed to fall from the sky. (A/N: yes, I know that's the most unsubtle way of saying it – but you get my point.) He was only half the size of a normal person, yet had the wrong proportions to be child. He was also dressed in really weird clothes.
Looking up again at the statue, I noticed he had probably been hiding behind it, either that or he had been invisible, which I very much doubt.
The footsteps I had heard earlier were getting heavier. I turned my head to see a tall, dark guy dressed in strange clothes – though different to the other ones – carrying a broadsword.
Ah. It was just the last bit that worried me. Carrying a broadsword. Usually, people carrying any kind of knife are not nice. So I stayed hidden. Guy-with-the-sword: Frodo? "Frodo? Wha' a stupid name!" Midget-who-I-presumed-was-Frodo: startled Huh?! It has taken Boromir. "What's a Boromir?" Tall-dark-nutcase-carrying-the-sword: intensely Where is the Ring? "What the hell would you want a ring for?" Frodo: Stay away! scrambles up and retreats from Aragorn. Aragorn comes after him Guy-with-the-sword: Frodo! Frodo stopped in his tracks. Sword-guy: I swore to protect you! Frodo: Can you protect me from yourself?! He opened his palm to reveal something that seemed quite important by the look on the sword-guy's face. Frodo: Would you destroy it? I heard whispering from whatever-was-in-Frodo's hand. The-thing-in-Frodo's-hand: Aragorn...Aragorn...Elessar... The tall one reached out and with both hands. I had to get closer to hear what the strange whisperings are. I leant forward, slipped and landed on my front. I didn't go unheard. The tall guy advanced in my direction, sword drawn. Sword-mon: Go on Frodo. Run. Run! "Not the best of ideas, you idiot Steph." Frodo left quickly. I threw a stone in another direction. He immediately turned that way and ran, following where he had heard the sound. "Stupid twit." I climbed out of my uncomfortable hiding place and stood in the middle of the clearing, trying to decide what to do next. I didn't get time to. I heard a yell, way to my left, and saw a band of... I don't know what charging my way. "Oh no, not good – definitely not good." *^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^* A/N Not good... Definitely NOT good. That is, if I don't get any reviews. Yeah, it IS the worst cliffhanger possible to have, but WTH, it's MY cliffhanger and I'd like to know what you think of it so far. ANYTHING! I'LL TAKE FLAMES!!! ~Kess ;P~
A/N:
CJ*-Cj: Yes – Lez cheer her up.
Randomlegolasfan: Nice name! Yus, her day's crummy, her life's crummy and that's exactly how I usually feel. Thanx for your sympathy. This story is kind of a reflection of how I feel – I don't get bullied or anything, but ff.net is my main escape from my crap life. I've never said anything truer.
Oh yeah, and anything in speech marks that isn't labelled is Steph talking to herself, 'cause that's what she does best.
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Chapter 2 ~ Falling
Netball, first thing in the morning and me, don't go.
In my opinion it's the worst game in the world. Only cos I'm never picked. We were picked for teams and there's one extra person, so guess who has to stand at the sidelines? Me. Of course. It's not like anyone would want me in their team anyway. Though I would prefer to be playing rather than getting frozen. Once again, I was the odd one out, wearing black trackies and a white top because I had forgotten my PE kit. Being unwanted on the netball team does have its drawbacks: You get very cold, very quickly. Despite YOU are the ref, no one pays the blind bit of notice to you, and when they do, it's usually to argue with you.
Still, there I was, at half time, when the whistle blew (the PE teachers whistle, not mine. Obviously.). I was asked to swap on, and – this really stumped me – I was actually allowed to choose the position I wanted to be. I was seriously getting worried about her – she HATED me, there was no reason why she should stop now. Anyway, wanting to move around a bit more than you usually do when playing GK, I asked to be GA. BIG mistake. Just so happened that was the one position people didn't want me to be. Yes, they argued like hell, but whatever I thought – it's not every day I get to be PE teachers pet. Still, if looks could kill I would be well and truly slaughtered by now for taking the 'best' (more like most popular) person off their team. I wasn't bad at sport or anything – quite the opposite – but people always seemed to find a reason to hate me.
Anyway, with fingers well and truly frozen I didn't know HOW I was going to shoot the ball, let alone catch the bloody thing. All I do know, is that at the first touch of the ball, I was deliberately shoved over. The new ref being the little-miss-popular-I-had-taken-place-of-earlier I knew full well she would either ignore it, or put a penalty against me. I could guess which one she'd choose.
I never had time to find out. The right knee of my trackies ripped, I rolled over and hit my head against a rock. Hard. The last thought going through my head before I blacked out was:
"What the hell is a rock doing in the middle of a netball court?" *^*^*^* I awoke to find myself perched precariously on the edge of what seemed to be a rock platform. Not noticing this, I rolled over, and fell down a few metres, landing in dry leaves. I tried to think of how the hell I got there.
"'Ang on. Where's the netball court – where is everyone?" Finding no suitable explanation, I began to take in my surroundings and came to 1 almost-sensible conclusion:
"I'm lost."
I was finally getting feeling into my hands, which, for those who don't know, is usually quite painful.
"Geez – Schizer!"
I then heard some shouting, and heard running footsteps, though I couldn't see anyone. Not particularly wanting to meet anyone right this moment, I ran in the opposite direction, and hid, but still able to see what was going on.
I looked up at the platform that I had just been on, and noticed there were stairs leading up to it, and some weird statue at the top. I then heard more footsteps and looked towards the direction of which they were coming. I then realised that there was really no point of running from whoever was approaching – they were probably just a normal person anyway. At this thought, I turned to looked up at the weird statue-thing. At that moment, a small person with curly black hair seemed to fall from the sky. (A/N: yes, I know that's the most unsubtle way of saying it – but you get my point.) He was only half the size of a normal person, yet had the wrong proportions to be child. He was also dressed in really weird clothes.
Looking up again at the statue, I noticed he had probably been hiding behind it, either that or he had been invisible, which I very much doubt.
The footsteps I had heard earlier were getting heavier. I turned my head to see a tall, dark guy dressed in strange clothes – though different to the other ones – carrying a broadsword.
Ah. It was just the last bit that worried me. Carrying a broadsword. Usually, people carrying any kind of knife are not nice. So I stayed hidden. Guy-with-the-sword: Frodo? "Frodo? Wha' a stupid name!" Midget-who-I-presumed-was-Frodo: startled Huh?! It has taken Boromir. "What's a Boromir?" Tall-dark-nutcase-carrying-the-sword: intensely Where is the Ring? "What the hell would you want a ring for?" Frodo: Stay away! scrambles up and retreats from Aragorn. Aragorn comes after him Guy-with-the-sword: Frodo! Frodo stopped in his tracks. Sword-guy: I swore to protect you! Frodo: Can you protect me from yourself?! He opened his palm to reveal something that seemed quite important by the look on the sword-guy's face. Frodo: Would you destroy it? I heard whispering from whatever-was-in-Frodo's hand. The-thing-in-Frodo's-hand: Aragorn...Aragorn...Elessar... The tall one reached out and with both hands. I had to get closer to hear what the strange whisperings are. I leant forward, slipped and landed on my front. I didn't go unheard. The tall guy advanced in my direction, sword drawn. Sword-mon: Go on Frodo. Run. Run! "Not the best of ideas, you idiot Steph." Frodo left quickly. I threw a stone in another direction. He immediately turned that way and ran, following where he had heard the sound. "Stupid twit." I climbed out of my uncomfortable hiding place and stood in the middle of the clearing, trying to decide what to do next. I didn't get time to. I heard a yell, way to my left, and saw a band of... I don't know what charging my way. "Oh no, not good – definitely not good." *^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^* A/N Not good... Definitely NOT good. That is, if I don't get any reviews. Yeah, it IS the worst cliffhanger possible to have, but WTH, it's MY cliffhanger and I'd like to know what you think of it so far. ANYTHING! I'LL TAKE FLAMES!!! ~Kess ;P~