FyreWych: As much as I hate to say it, I don't own Lord of the Rings . . . . . but I do own Legolas!

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Far Away Love

Micheline's P.O.V.

It all started twenty years ago, when my father brought home with him a baby. Yes, that baby was Desiree. I'm not sure where she came from but I was sure that she was a child he had with another woman. I sure that you're confused with all of this so I guess I should start from the beginning . . . .

My mother, Lena, and I lived in Surfers Paradise, Australia. She met my dad, Blaine, at one of those business meetings. You see my grandfather is the owner of Baroque Industries and my dad was an intern at Jaquares Incorporated. So he went to the business meeting along with a few other people and the vice-president, who worked at Jaquares Inc., to represent the company. That's where my mom met my dad.

My grandfather was taking her to these business meetings to show her the ropes, just in case he passed away suddenly. He didn't want to give away the company to some "incompetent" person. He wanted to keep it in the family. His words not mine. So he took her to the meeting and she and dad hit it off. You could say that it was love at first sight.

Anyway, he quit his internship at Jaquares Inc. and stayed here with my mom. About a month later they got married and soon after that they had me. My grandfather switched and taught my dad instead. So now he's the vice-president of the company. You could say that everything worked out for the better but his job took him away from home a lot. So I didn't get to see him as much as I wanted but he was still there for us, even if it was only his voice on the phone. He would call ten times a day to check up on us, he would call us even more if he had more time. Now that brings us back to Desiree.

I remember that night so well. I remember the date and time too, it was a Sunday, September twenty-second to be exact, twenty-five minutes after nine. My father came home with a baby in his arms. I even remember the conversation they had. This is how it went . . . .

"Lena, I can explain." My father said in a rush.

"Blaine . . . ." My mother couldn't say anything, she was speechless. She was probably hurt too because she started crying after saying that.

"Micheline, go to bed. Your mom and I need to talk." He said firmly. I was about to argue back that I didn't want to go be but he beat me to it.

"Michi don't argue and go to bed, now." He said it in a tone of voice that it was final. So I closed my mouth and went off to bed. I went into my room but I didn't go to sleep. I put my ear to the door and listened to their conversation turned argument. I couldn't exactly hear them but I knew they were talking about the baby. I stayed up far about an hour before I decided that it was to for me to go to sleep.

The next morning when I woke up and went down to breakfast, there was the baby sitting in my old high chair with my mother feeding her. I guess they decided to keep the baby since she's still here. I didn't mind, I was glad I have a sister now.

Anyway, twenty years have past and I'm still glad that I have a sister. I didn't know where she came from but I decided that she must be my half-sister. After all, some men do have mistresses and sometimes accidentally have children together. Besides, I'm glad that little mishap happened otherwise I would have been an only child.

I'm pretty sure that she takes after her mother, considering that she has black hair and baby blue eyes while the rest of us have golden blonde hair and sapphire blue eyes. Sure she's cute but pretty, I don't think so. (A/N Looks like she's conceited and jealous.)

We've lived in Australia for most of our lives but when Desiree graduated we decided to go to the states. We've been saving money for this trip since the beginning of our allowance along with money from our jobs. We both used to work in a super market as cashiers that is, until we quit our jobs in the last month of Desiree's senior year. After that, you know the rest. We moved to North Texas and got jobs. I got a job as a hostess for this restaurant and she worked as a bartender. And that brings us back to the situation at hand.

No P.O.V.

"Awww, Michi don't pout. I said I was sorry. What more do you want of me?" Desiree sobbed dramatically. Micheline knew that Desiree was just joking around and just wanted to see her reaction. So she thought, "Two can play that game."

"I want you to . . . . Nah, nevermind. It's a stupid idea." Micheline sighed. Like she predicted, Desiree took the bait.

"You want me to what? Come on Michi, tell me please." Desiree said excitedly. Micheline looked her in the eye and said, "I don't want to tell you. It could be jinxed." Desiree laughed at her, "Come on, it can't be that bad. Besides, remember the time I put super glue on Mrs. Jenkins sleeve?"

"Of course I do! There's no way I'll ever forget that incident!" Micheline stated.

"Well, remember how you and Dina kept saying Kara would rat me out and I said she wouldn't?" Desiree asked.

"Yeah, we said that you were jinxing it because you kept repeating that she wouldn't squeal on you. Why do you ask?" Micheline said confused by the question.

"Well, I didn't listen to you and your crazy friend and continued to repeat it. When she came out of the principal's office I asked her if she had ratted on me. She said she didn't and you know what? The principal didn't call home and no one besides you, me, Dina, and Kara knows that I did it. So now are you going to tell me? I mean, it's not like it'll happen you know?" Desiree explained. Micheline became quiet for a moment to soak in what Desiree just said. "You know, Desi is right. There's no way that what I tell her is going to come true, right?" Micheline thought.

"Alright," Micheline said dejectedly for the second time that day, "I'll tell you. I want you to . . . go to . . . . . . Middle Earth."

"What? Middle Earth? Are you nuts, there's no way I can go there! It doesn't exist!" Desiree exclaimed dramatically.

"Yeah, you're right. It doesn't exist. But it would be cool to go there though, don't you think Desi?" Micheline laughed.

"I guess, I don't know. I like here but yeah, it would be cool to go there. But seriously though Michi, I think you like the Lord of the Rings a little too much," Desiree said, "Anyway I'm tired, so good night Michi, sweet dreams."

"Don't let the bed bugs bite." Micheline yelled.

Somewhere in another realm . . . .

"So you would like to come home to Middle Earth. It would be hard to bring back but I'll manage. Besides, we need you here and you don't know of the immense power you hold. You need guidance. So consider your wish granted." A lone figure says to the enchanted lapis lazuli sphere. The figure then pulls out a fluorite pendulum and says a few words in a strange language. It glows a bright green and as quickly as it came, the glow disappeared . . . . .

FyreWych: I hope you like the chapter, if not then tell me. I accept all flames and suggestions. I'm new at this so help me out. I'm also a little loss for the next chapter and if you could, tell me who you want paired together. Other that that please R&R. Thank You.