A/N: Wow... How long has this story been in my mind? FOREVER! I swear... these stories take forever to get out. Boy. It's a stupid title though. ::sticks out tongue:: I just decided to put this up to see what People think. My Number one story at the moment is "Seven Days without You". So yes.

This story is for my sisters, 'Paige' and 'Charlotte'. Boy, If God had ever put three more different sisters on the planet it would be us three. In this story I've made us older, a little wiser, but with just as much trouble as we get in now. Woo-ho. Except, sorry 'Paige' no lego-romance. I know you were just dying to see some of that, eh? :: nudges her hopeless tomboy sister::

Disclaimer: I don't own Lord of the Rings, though I wouldn't mind a day with Aragorn or Frodo...: Sigh dreamily: Boy... I don't even own Paige and Charlotte... All I own is one measly Paige... and this plot idea. : dances clumsily: Woo.

Summery: (Hopefully not Mary Sue). They were never close. They were each fighting against the other, hiding behind busy schedules, and keeping from one another. They were sisters, opposites with one similarity. Charlotte. Their youngest sister makes a wish, and suddenly they find themselves in a world none of them expected to find.

Sisters in Lord of the Rings

Chapter one: Mist

Thick, almost sliver haze clung to the surrounding trees, enveloping the woods in a cool mist. The moon barley shone through the dark clouds, and onto the group camped on the embankment of a mountain ridge. The group numbered nine, seven laying about a dying camp fire, two sitting on a nearby rock, staring at the woods.

The two at the rock were close friends, although the years that separated them were many, and race was yet another difference. Man and elf, each digesting his own thoughts silently on the rock. The man, dark haired, with eyes of grey blue, shifted uncomfortably from his perch on the rock, the elf beside him shifting his sapphire orbs toward him.

"What is wrong, Aragorn?" he asked, turning his gaze back toward to wood, his long blond hair drifting softly in the wind.

"Tonight is too quiet, Legolas." Aragorn said, "Everything is... hushed. Even the wind wishes to be silent."

Legolas shook his head, "Not for me, my friend. I can hear every sound, from the slight breeze to an mere snap of a twig is thunderous in my ears. Furthermore, in our present danger, each noise is a reason to worry."

Aragorn gave his friend a searching look. "What do you hear?"

"Something draws close, and I cannot tell if it is friend or foe." He turned his intense eyes toward his companion, "It draws closer."

Aragorn nodded, and picked up his bow as Legolas did likewise. Legolas set a silent arrow to his bow, and disappeared into the woods. Aragorn vanished in the opposite direction, both taking a wide arc to the surrounding area.

Legolas' keen ears picked up a noise to his left, and he quickly hid himself behind a thick trunk, and watched as a form ran past, and jump onto a low branch of a nearby tree. It clumsily clambered up the branches creating so much noise, it made Legolas smile.

Legolas raised his bow and aimed for three spots near the figure's shadow, not aiming for the kill. However as soon as Legolas' third arrow left his bow the figure moved with a shriek of surprise. It fell out of the heights it had climbed to, and into the mossy ground below.

Legolas advanced quickly, bow raised and eyes dangerous. He pointed it at the form laying on the ground, face down. It groaned, painfully, and rolled over favoring it's right wrist. Suddenly Legolas dropped his bow, seeing what he prey truly was.

The form was a girl; no more that 17, dark red-brown locks fell around her dark, upset eyes, full of tears. She wore a dark hair of pants, with a dark red shirt, yet her pants now had a hole in them. Not only a hole in her pants, but her thigh as well, where Legolas' arrow stuck through. She looked up and screamed. Favoring her bad leg and wrist, she pushed back hurriedly, until she ran into Aragorn's boots. She screamed again and pushed herself back toward the tree, her eyes darting between Aragorn's sword, still sheathed, and Legolas' bow.

"By the Valar..." Aragorn breathed.

Legolas nodded, "Who are you?"

"I could ask you the same question." The girl forced out, her eyes now precarious. "Now, Back off. I mean it!"

Legolas opened his mouth to ask her again her name when another form jumped out of the shadows behind him.

"LET MY SISTER GO!"

Legolas found himself defending himself from yet another girl, this time a few years younger, only about twelve, a mop of dark colored hair all he could see. He tried not to hurt her, tried to pry the small hands off his waist as she tried to pull him to the ground.

"Paige Williams!" the other girl yelled. She grabbed with her left hand, the younger girl, Paige's arm, and dragged her to the ground instead. Paige glared at her sister. It was easy to see the resemblance. The same brown eyes, glared at each other, the same wavy thin hair, although Paige's was darker, and hung in a close cut around her shoulders, while the older girl's was longer, and had a red tint to it. Each girl had the same facial features, a round face, a proud nose, and light red lips. Man and elf could both see that without a doubt these two were family.

Then Paige began to attack her sister.

"Tara!" She bawled, "You big, rotten, stinkin' liar! You LEFT US!" The older girl Tara, only had her left arm to defend herself with, Paige beat at her until Legolas grabbed her arms and held them behind her back. Tara suddenly started on her sister, Aragorn and Legolas seemingly invisible to the both of them at the moment.

"Me! Where's Charlotte?"

Paige suddenly shut up, looking at the ground.

"Well, look who left who!" Tara grumbled, "Nice to see you're so responsible!"

"ME! What about you!? You left us there! I woke up and you were gone!"

"Ladies-" Aragorn began, but he was cut off. Paige spoke again, ignoring him.

"And how did we get here!? You, Miss oldest-child, ran into the woods when you knew they were haunted."

"Ladies-"Aragorn tried again to politely intercede, but was cut off be Paige.

"Haunted! Ha!" Tara laughed, "Your such a little baby sometimes... But what was I supposed to do, huh? That's where Charlotte ran to!"

"You were supposed to stay with us, You TRAITOR!" Paige yelled, upset.

"LADIES!" Aragorn also yelled, and both turned to look at him. Aragorn was suddenly surprised he had gotten their attention, and was speechless for a moment. He regained his composer quickly, and sighed.

"What in the name of the Valar are two young ladies such as yourself doing in this wild lands?"

Paige's eyes widened, She leaned over to her sister who was also seemingly worried. "What is-" she paused, "Haunted."

Tara hit her with her good hand and fell over, "Shut up!" she hissed, sitting back up, "Look... sir, mister, who-ever. I just want to get my sisters and go home." She grimaced, standing up. "You've done enough trouble as... as it is-" She abruptly fell over.

Paige wrenched herself from Legolas' somewhat lessened grip, and pulled her sister over. She swallowed hard, "I think she fainted." Silence lingered for a few moments as Aragorn looked pensive.

Suddenly Aragorn sighed, "Alright... Go get- Charlet?"

"Its Charlotte."

"Right. Go get her, Legolas will fallow you. I'll take your sister to our camp and you'll meet us there, understood?" Aragorn looked her straight in the eye, and Paige nodded,

"Alright..." She scampered off into the woods, Legolas fallowing.

Aragorn bent down and picked Tara up. As her carried her, he heard her whispering a name.

"Charlotte..."

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