FyreWych, "I don't own the Lord of the Rings or Legolas."

FyreWych looks at Fanfic Police and shouts "Are you happy?"

Fanfic police replies, "Yes, I'm immensely happy. Now a few rules before the story start. The words in quotations are people talking ex: "words". The words that are in italics are people's thoughts ex: words."

FyreWych looks at the reader and says, "Look, I know that in most of LOTR stories people speak in Elvish. Unfortunately, I don't know any Elvish nor will I go look all over the internet for it. So in my story NO one will speak Elvish, they will be able to do other means of communication. If you're not happy with it go read something else because this isn't meant for you. Now on with this story . . . . ."

Far Away Love

The next morning, Desiree was attacked by the alarm clock. Apparently, it was time to go to eat breakfast. Her sister was the one with the day job, therefore she's the one that gets up early and makes breakfast. And one of Micheline's infamous remarks is, 'If you want some breakfast, than you better wake up before I finish making em'. So everyday Desiree wakes up around six, anytime after six fifteen means no food.

After walking with Micheline to her job, Desiree decided that she wanted to go to the park. When she arrived at the park, she started to jog on one of the paths. She kept it up for about thirty minutes. That's when she felt it, a pulsating beat. She didn't know where it came from but she decided to ignore it, thinking it was her imagination playing tricks on her. Little did she know that the wish she made last night was just about to become true. So she continued to jog for at least another hour or so. Desiree would've continued to jog if it hadn't been for her growling stomach.

"Hmm, I think it's lunch time." Desiree thought. She went to the nearest food store and it just so happens to be Brahms. Once she finished her cappuccino chucky chocolate ice cream, she went to visit a friend around the neighborhood. (A/N It's my favorite flavor.) Desiree's friend lives at 2004 Brentwood Lane and goes by the name of Solange Lawrence. Solange is an African woman and a pretty one. She has sandy blonde hair, golden brown skin, and chocolate brown eyes. She stands at 5' 9" next to Desiree's and Micheline's 5' 11". (A/N They're really tall, aren't they?)

After a five minute walk, Desiree knocked on Solange's door. "Hey, how you doing up there with your sister?" Solange said when she opened the door. "It's all right. A little noisy some times but all right." Desiree replied. "Really? Well, there's no mystery as to why it's noisy. I mean, look at where you live. It's always noisy. So girl, what you up to?" Solange asked. She was making some cold lemonade, considering that it was so hot outside. "Girl can you believe it, ninety degrees in the middle of November? Man, this Texas weather is crazy. I'll never get used to it, even if I was born and raised in Texas." Solange stated. (A/N I'm not kidding, it actually turned ninety degrees in November this year.)

"I know, I'm dying of dehydration. Anyway, are you going to cook anything?" Desiree asked. "Yeah, why?" Solange asked looking at Desiree. "Well, you see, I already ate today so . . . ." Desiree said quietly. "Girl, spit it out. Say what you want to say. I ain't afraid of the truth. I can handle it." Solange said fiercely. Desiree took a moment to consider what Solange just said. "She did say she can handle it and she wants the truth. Hmm, I better move closer to the door, just in case." Desiree thought. Solange saw Desiree get up and move toward the door. "What she's going to tell me is not going to be good." Solange thought. "Well you see, I," Desiree never got to finish because she felt another pulsating beat. The last thing she saw before everything went black was Solange rushing to her…

FyreWych apologizes to reader, "I'm so sorry that this is so short but I'm really busy with school so you'll have to be satisfied with this. Sorry."