So, Here's the second Chapter. If you didný like the first chapter, that's ok, it was just the begining, I
promise it will get better.
Booklover03
* * * * * * *
Mirra stood at the edge of the jetty in Hillarys Marina. It was sunset and the jetty had long since been
deserted. The sky and water were a greyish colour, still and calming.
She stood there, gazing into the horizen, thinking about a lot. Mostly about her next story and about
her best friend Darren O'Conner. They had been such good friends since they were 5. But now he was
moving to London.
Her favourite song came to her lips. The one that always helped her think and feel calm inside whenever
she heard or sang it:
I have often dreamed
of a far off place
where a great warm welcome
will be waiting for me
And the crowds will cheer
when they see my face
And a voice keeps saying
this is where i'm meant to be
I will find my way
I can go the distance
I'll be there someday
If I can be strong
I know every mile
will be worth my while
I will go most anywhere
to feel like I belong.
As she sang the last few words and glanced at the still, grey water. I golden gleam caught her eye, and she
shifted her gaze to a small object in the water. Mirra knelt down for a closer look and saw it was a ring. The
ring looked very familiar, but she couldn't place where she had seen it before. The ring had an inscription on
the inside, but the inscription was not in any language she could think of. Suddenly, realization hit her.
Mirra gasped. This was the ring from Lord of the Rings. The inscription was in Elvish.
Mirra lay down and leant over the edge of the jetty to reach it. It was probably just a copy, she thought, and
leant further over the edge. Before Mirra could reach the ring, she was embracing the water. It was cold
like ice and she couldn't surface. Mirra was loosing breath fast, as she struggled to reach the surface of the
water. She wasn't going to make it. She was going to die, this was going to be the end of her seventeen
years. Seconds before her last whisp of breath went too, Mirra landed with a thud on cold hard ground.
Bent over as best she could in a sitting position, Mirra gasped for breath as rain pelted down her face.
She searched her suroundings, but couldn't place her whereabouts. She wasn't in Hillarys, that was for sure,
but wherever she was, it must have had something to do with that ring.
Cold and wet, Mirra tried to stand up, but tripped back on something. Mirra studied herself and noticed she
was nolonger dressed in her denim skirt and purple T-shirt, she had worn in Hillarys, instead she was
wearing a long saphire blue dress that came down to her toes. On top of the dress she wore a long
silvery cape, with the hood up over her head. Strapped around her waist, on a leather belt was a beautiful
silver sword. Looking down at her feet where, not so long ago her trusty sketchers had been, were a pair of
flat, brown, leather, knee- length, riding boots with silver swirls and lines, embroided onto them.
Fascinated with her new clothing, Mirra did not notice the four small child-like beings walk over to her.
Pinching herself to make sure it wasn't a dream, Mirra felt a feather-light tap on her shoulder. She spun
around to face the least likely person imaginable.
"F-Frodo?" Suprise filled the young Hobbit's eyes and he started to back away.
"Who are you? How do you know who I am? Are you a witch?" Frodo asked her, stopping beside another
hobbit. This hobbit was slightly taller, blonde and a little rounder in the stomach. Mirra instantly knew who
it was.
"My name is Mirra Anderson. I don't know where I am nor how I got here, but I do know that you are
Frodo Baggins of the Shire." She replied. "I am not a witch, merely human, but I do not wish to bring you
nor your friends any harm."
"How do we know you are not lying and that you are a spy for the enemy?" Asked Sam, in a brave voice.
"There is no way for me to proove to you I am what I say and there is no one here who could back me up,
but I promise you, all of you, I will guard you, all I ask is that you take me along, with you, on your
journey." Mirra told the Hobbits, who seemed to ponder such a matter.
Two Hobbits behind, Sam and Frodo, pushed their way past and ran up to Mirra.
"We belive you" Said Pippin, and helped Mirra up, even if she was, 30cms taller then him.
"My name is Meriadoc Brandybuck, but just call me Merry, Lady Mirra" Merry told her and held out a hand to
her. Mirra smiled at him and shook his offered hand.
"Aye, I will call you that, Merry, if you call me Mirra, I am not much for the formalities" She replied.
"Then call me Pippin" Pippin said, and gave her a warm smile.
"I belive you also, Mirra, as does my good friend, Samwise Gamgee, we will take you on our journey with
us. But once we find our good friend, Gandalf the Grey, we will test your truthfullness" Frodo told her. Mirra
took it as a sign, to not let any information about Lord of the Rings slip. But she found it hard to hide her
happiness of being in Middle Earth.
"One question, where are we?" Mirra asked Frodo, Looking around.
"That is the gate into Bree" Frodo replied, leading the way.
Mirra and the four Hobbits made their way through the pelting rain, towards the gates of Bree. Of course,
Mirra thought remembering when she had read the books and seen the movies, four years ago. Here they
meet Aragorn, or as they call him in Bree, Strider.
They reached the gates and Frodo knocked on the gate door. The Gatekeeper opened a shutter, but saw
only the top of someone's head. He closed that shutter and opened another one that was further down, and
peered through.
"Hobbits. Four Hobbits and a young maiden. What buisness brings you to Bree?" He asked the small group,
who had huddled together in the rain.
"We wish to stay at the inn of the Prancing Pony. Our buisness is our own" Frodo repiled, in a bold voice,
standing before the rest of the group.
"Aright, young sir, I meant no offense, It's my job to ask questions after nightfall. There's talk of strange
folk abroad. Can't be too carful." The Gate keeper told them, opening the gate, to let them through.
Mirra had always thought that Bree looked a bit like Tortuga, from Pirates of the Carribbean. It was muddy
from the rain and it was full of men, or 'big folk', as Pippin had metioned to her back at the gate. Sam
accidently bumped into one of the men.
"Out of the way! Watch were you're walking!" Spat the man.
Eventually the group reached the inn and went inside, happy to be out of the rain. Mirra took down her
hood, so her wet hair could dry.
Frodo approached the desk and was greeted by the Innkeeper,who Mirra remembered, was called Butterbur.
"Excuse me." He said.
"Good evening, little masters." Butterbur said to the Hobbits. "Milady" He nodded towards Mirra. "If you are
seeking accomodation, I have some cozy Hobbit size rooms and ordinary rooms available....Mr?"
Frodo thought for a second. "Underhill. My name's Underhill." He told Butterbur, who nodded.
"Underhill, yes.." Said Butterbur, thinking.
"We are friends of Gandalf the Grey. Can you tell him we've arrived?" Frodo asked. Mirra bit her lip knowing the
answer.
Butterbur seemed confused and pondered the name. "Gandalf? Gandalf...Oh yes! I remember. Elderly chap.
Big grey beard, and pointy hat."
Frodo smiled and nodded.
"Not seen him for 6 months."
Frodo's heart sank and he turned back to the rest of his group. "What do we do now?" Sam asked.
* * *
Half an hour later, the group (except for Merry) were sat at a small table in the tavern. Pippin, Sam and
Frodo had gotten half a pint of Ale each and Mirra had just gotten a glass of water, since she didn't like to
drink. Pippin was chatting away to Mirra about the Shire and all the things he and Merry had done, including
the time they had set off the Dragon firework in a tent, at Bilbo's 111th birthday party. Mirra chuckled softly,
remembering that scene in the movie. Sam, however, was not entirely conviced that everything was ok.
"Are you sure, Mr. Frodo, that Gandalf was not hurt on his way to Bree?" He asked.
"Sam- he'll be here. He'll come." Frodo replied, not sounding entirely conviced himself.
A few minutes later, Merry made his way towards the group, with a large mug of Ale. Unfortunately, he
bumped into one of the big folk, causing him to spill a bit.
"Get out of my way!" Said the man and pushed his way through the crowd.
Merry, carefully placed his mug down on the table and sat down, not taking his eyes of it. Mirra and Pippin
stared at it in amazement.
"What's that?" Pippin asked, eyes about to pop out of his head.
"This, my friend, is a pint." Merry replied, still not taking his eyes of the mug.
"It comes in pints?!?! I'm getting one!" Said Pippin and raced off.
"You've got a whole half already!!" Sam yelled to him, but it was no use since Pippin was already to the bar.
Mirra shook her head amusedly and took a sip of water.
Sam turned to Frodo. "That fellow's done nothing but stare at you since we arrived." He said. Frodo glanced
to the corner and Mirra followed his gaze to see, Strider, puffing his pipe, his eyes hidden. Sam was right.
He was staring.
Mirra didn't know why, but she could remember everything that happened in the movies really well, since
she hadn't seen, or read the books in four years. It was probably because she was there, in Bree, with the
Hobbits, that her memory was triggered.
Butterbur walked past their table, but Frodo stopped him, before he could go any further.
"Excuse me. That man in the corner. Who is he?" Frodo asked.
Butterbur looked over to Strider then turned back to Frodo. " He's one of them Rangers. Dangerous folk,
they are, wandering the wilds. What his right name is, I've never heard, but around here, he's known as
Strider." He explained criptically and walked away.
"Strider.." Frodo whispered, fingering the ring. Mirra watched him intently, wondering. It was almost
inconceivable that something so small, as a ring, could bring so much fear and destruction.
Pippin's voice broke Mirra and Frodo out of their dazes. "Baggins? Sure I know a Baggins. He's over
there." Pippin had been talking to some men up at the bar and pointed towards Frodo. " Frodo Baggins.
He's my second cousin once removed on his mother's side and my third cousin twice removed on his
father's side." He explained.
Anxiously Frodo sprang up and roughly made his way through the crowd towards Pippin.
"Crap" Mirra mumbled and went after Frodo. By time she pushed her way through the crowd, it was too
late. Frodo was already invisible. She quickly scanned the room for the other Hobbits and saw them
pushing their way through the crowd towards the stairs. Wasting no time, Mirra ran off after them.
She caught up with them in front of a door, she assumed was the door to Strider's room.
"Mirra, Strider's captued Mr Frodo!" Sam told her. Mirra remembered that Strider had kind of kidnapped
Frodo, but he was really one of the good guys. Mirra decided to play along, in case the Hobbits or Strider
suspected anything.
Mirra drew her sword. "On three." She said. "One, Two, Three.." The three Hobbits and Mirra, threw open
the door. Mirra had her sword out towards Strider and Sam had his fists balled.
Strider, too, had his sword drawn, pointing it at Mirra. She gulped.
"Let him go, or I'll have you Longshanks!" Shouted Sam.
"What stout heart you have, young Master and Miss" Strider said and put his sword away. Mirra, also,
sheathed her sword. " But that will not save you. You can nolonger wait for the wizard, Frodo. They're
coming."
* * *
Sam, Merry and Pippin, were asleep in the large bed in Strider's room. Mirra and Frodo could not sleep, so
they sat at the end of the bed, watching Strider. Who gazed out the window.
Earlier, they had stuffed the beds in their own room, with pilliows, to make it look like Mirra and the Hobbits
were asleep, in hopes that the enemy would not know the difference.
A loud, fearsome, shreiking, came from below and woke up the three sleeping Hobbits. Mirra and Frodo did
not flinch, although inside fear threatened to take over. Still Strider gazed out into the night.
"What are they?" Asked Frodo, in a low voice.
Strider looked to him and Mirra and then to the other three Hobbits, who had sat up in the bed. "They were
once men." He explained, quietly. "Great Kings of men. Then Sauron the Deceiver gave to them nine rings
of power. Blinded by their greed, they took them without question. One by one, falling into darkness. Now
they are slaves to his will. They are the Nazgul. Ringwraiths. Neither living nor dead."
Mirra looked at him. "At all times they feel the presence of the Ring. The are drawn to the power of the One.
The will never stop hunting you, Frodo." She finished.
All eyes were on her. She glanced at Strider again, he seemed suprised.
"Who are you, Milady?" He asked.
"I'm Mirra. I seek what we all do. Destruction of the one ring. I offer my help." She replied, Knowing it was
true.
"I accept your propersition, Lady Mirra, but a lady of your stance, should not be involved in such danger as
this" Strider replied. "But we will bring you along to Rivendell, Lord Elrond will decide what to do."
Mirra nodded. Strider was not entirly wrong, but, she was stronger then she looked. She had been taking
fencing, with her best friend, Darren, ever since she was nine.
"We will leave early in the morning tomorrow. You should all get some rest." Strider told them and turned
back to the window.
* * * * * * *
So.. What do you think? I'm following the movie, by the way, but I am referring to the books for background
info. It's not a mary sue. And I don't own any of the Characters except for some such as Mirra, Darren and
some others.
R&R
Luv, Boolover03.
promise it will get better.
Booklover03
* * * * * * *
Mirra stood at the edge of the jetty in Hillarys Marina. It was sunset and the jetty had long since been
deserted. The sky and water were a greyish colour, still and calming.
She stood there, gazing into the horizen, thinking about a lot. Mostly about her next story and about
her best friend Darren O'Conner. They had been such good friends since they were 5. But now he was
moving to London.
Her favourite song came to her lips. The one that always helped her think and feel calm inside whenever
she heard or sang it:
I have often dreamed
of a far off place
where a great warm welcome
will be waiting for me
And the crowds will cheer
when they see my face
And a voice keeps saying
this is where i'm meant to be
I will find my way
I can go the distance
I'll be there someday
If I can be strong
I know every mile
will be worth my while
I will go most anywhere
to feel like I belong.
As she sang the last few words and glanced at the still, grey water. I golden gleam caught her eye, and she
shifted her gaze to a small object in the water. Mirra knelt down for a closer look and saw it was a ring. The
ring looked very familiar, but she couldn't place where she had seen it before. The ring had an inscription on
the inside, but the inscription was not in any language she could think of. Suddenly, realization hit her.
Mirra gasped. This was the ring from Lord of the Rings. The inscription was in Elvish.
Mirra lay down and leant over the edge of the jetty to reach it. It was probably just a copy, she thought, and
leant further over the edge. Before Mirra could reach the ring, she was embracing the water. It was cold
like ice and she couldn't surface. Mirra was loosing breath fast, as she struggled to reach the surface of the
water. She wasn't going to make it. She was going to die, this was going to be the end of her seventeen
years. Seconds before her last whisp of breath went too, Mirra landed with a thud on cold hard ground.
Bent over as best she could in a sitting position, Mirra gasped for breath as rain pelted down her face.
She searched her suroundings, but couldn't place her whereabouts. She wasn't in Hillarys, that was for sure,
but wherever she was, it must have had something to do with that ring.
Cold and wet, Mirra tried to stand up, but tripped back on something. Mirra studied herself and noticed she
was nolonger dressed in her denim skirt and purple T-shirt, she had worn in Hillarys, instead she was
wearing a long saphire blue dress that came down to her toes. On top of the dress she wore a long
silvery cape, with the hood up over her head. Strapped around her waist, on a leather belt was a beautiful
silver sword. Looking down at her feet where, not so long ago her trusty sketchers had been, were a pair of
flat, brown, leather, knee- length, riding boots with silver swirls and lines, embroided onto them.
Fascinated with her new clothing, Mirra did not notice the four small child-like beings walk over to her.
Pinching herself to make sure it wasn't a dream, Mirra felt a feather-light tap on her shoulder. She spun
around to face the least likely person imaginable.
"F-Frodo?" Suprise filled the young Hobbit's eyes and he started to back away.
"Who are you? How do you know who I am? Are you a witch?" Frodo asked her, stopping beside another
hobbit. This hobbit was slightly taller, blonde and a little rounder in the stomach. Mirra instantly knew who
it was.
"My name is Mirra Anderson. I don't know where I am nor how I got here, but I do know that you are
Frodo Baggins of the Shire." She replied. "I am not a witch, merely human, but I do not wish to bring you
nor your friends any harm."
"How do we know you are not lying and that you are a spy for the enemy?" Asked Sam, in a brave voice.
"There is no way for me to proove to you I am what I say and there is no one here who could back me up,
but I promise you, all of you, I will guard you, all I ask is that you take me along, with you, on your
journey." Mirra told the Hobbits, who seemed to ponder such a matter.
Two Hobbits behind, Sam and Frodo, pushed their way past and ran up to Mirra.
"We belive you" Said Pippin, and helped Mirra up, even if she was, 30cms taller then him.
"My name is Meriadoc Brandybuck, but just call me Merry, Lady Mirra" Merry told her and held out a hand to
her. Mirra smiled at him and shook his offered hand.
"Aye, I will call you that, Merry, if you call me Mirra, I am not much for the formalities" She replied.
"Then call me Pippin" Pippin said, and gave her a warm smile.
"I belive you also, Mirra, as does my good friend, Samwise Gamgee, we will take you on our journey with
us. But once we find our good friend, Gandalf the Grey, we will test your truthfullness" Frodo told her. Mirra
took it as a sign, to not let any information about Lord of the Rings slip. But she found it hard to hide her
happiness of being in Middle Earth.
"One question, where are we?" Mirra asked Frodo, Looking around.
"That is the gate into Bree" Frodo replied, leading the way.
Mirra and the four Hobbits made their way through the pelting rain, towards the gates of Bree. Of course,
Mirra thought remembering when she had read the books and seen the movies, four years ago. Here they
meet Aragorn, or as they call him in Bree, Strider.
They reached the gates and Frodo knocked on the gate door. The Gatekeeper opened a shutter, but saw
only the top of someone's head. He closed that shutter and opened another one that was further down, and
peered through.
"Hobbits. Four Hobbits and a young maiden. What buisness brings you to Bree?" He asked the small group,
who had huddled together in the rain.
"We wish to stay at the inn of the Prancing Pony. Our buisness is our own" Frodo repiled, in a bold voice,
standing before the rest of the group.
"Aright, young sir, I meant no offense, It's my job to ask questions after nightfall. There's talk of strange
folk abroad. Can't be too carful." The Gate keeper told them, opening the gate, to let them through.
Mirra had always thought that Bree looked a bit like Tortuga, from Pirates of the Carribbean. It was muddy
from the rain and it was full of men, or 'big folk', as Pippin had metioned to her back at the gate. Sam
accidently bumped into one of the men.
"Out of the way! Watch were you're walking!" Spat the man.
Eventually the group reached the inn and went inside, happy to be out of the rain. Mirra took down her
hood, so her wet hair could dry.
Frodo approached the desk and was greeted by the Innkeeper,who Mirra remembered, was called Butterbur.
"Excuse me." He said.
"Good evening, little masters." Butterbur said to the Hobbits. "Milady" He nodded towards Mirra. "If you are
seeking accomodation, I have some cozy Hobbit size rooms and ordinary rooms available....Mr?"
Frodo thought for a second. "Underhill. My name's Underhill." He told Butterbur, who nodded.
"Underhill, yes.." Said Butterbur, thinking.
"We are friends of Gandalf the Grey. Can you tell him we've arrived?" Frodo asked. Mirra bit her lip knowing the
answer.
Butterbur seemed confused and pondered the name. "Gandalf? Gandalf...Oh yes! I remember. Elderly chap.
Big grey beard, and pointy hat."
Frodo smiled and nodded.
"Not seen him for 6 months."
Frodo's heart sank and he turned back to the rest of his group. "What do we do now?" Sam asked.
* * *
Half an hour later, the group (except for Merry) were sat at a small table in the tavern. Pippin, Sam and
Frodo had gotten half a pint of Ale each and Mirra had just gotten a glass of water, since she didn't like to
drink. Pippin was chatting away to Mirra about the Shire and all the things he and Merry had done, including
the time they had set off the Dragon firework in a tent, at Bilbo's 111th birthday party. Mirra chuckled softly,
remembering that scene in the movie. Sam, however, was not entirely conviced that everything was ok.
"Are you sure, Mr. Frodo, that Gandalf was not hurt on his way to Bree?" He asked.
"Sam- he'll be here. He'll come." Frodo replied, not sounding entirely conviced himself.
A few minutes later, Merry made his way towards the group, with a large mug of Ale. Unfortunately, he
bumped into one of the big folk, causing him to spill a bit.
"Get out of my way!" Said the man and pushed his way through the crowd.
Merry, carefully placed his mug down on the table and sat down, not taking his eyes of it. Mirra and Pippin
stared at it in amazement.
"What's that?" Pippin asked, eyes about to pop out of his head.
"This, my friend, is a pint." Merry replied, still not taking his eyes of the mug.
"It comes in pints?!?! I'm getting one!" Said Pippin and raced off.
"You've got a whole half already!!" Sam yelled to him, but it was no use since Pippin was already to the bar.
Mirra shook her head amusedly and took a sip of water.
Sam turned to Frodo. "That fellow's done nothing but stare at you since we arrived." He said. Frodo glanced
to the corner and Mirra followed his gaze to see, Strider, puffing his pipe, his eyes hidden. Sam was right.
He was staring.
Mirra didn't know why, but she could remember everything that happened in the movies really well, since
she hadn't seen, or read the books in four years. It was probably because she was there, in Bree, with the
Hobbits, that her memory was triggered.
Butterbur walked past their table, but Frodo stopped him, before he could go any further.
"Excuse me. That man in the corner. Who is he?" Frodo asked.
Butterbur looked over to Strider then turned back to Frodo. " He's one of them Rangers. Dangerous folk,
they are, wandering the wilds. What his right name is, I've never heard, but around here, he's known as
Strider." He explained criptically and walked away.
"Strider.." Frodo whispered, fingering the ring. Mirra watched him intently, wondering. It was almost
inconceivable that something so small, as a ring, could bring so much fear and destruction.
Pippin's voice broke Mirra and Frodo out of their dazes. "Baggins? Sure I know a Baggins. He's over
there." Pippin had been talking to some men up at the bar and pointed towards Frodo. " Frodo Baggins.
He's my second cousin once removed on his mother's side and my third cousin twice removed on his
father's side." He explained.
Anxiously Frodo sprang up and roughly made his way through the crowd towards Pippin.
"Crap" Mirra mumbled and went after Frodo. By time she pushed her way through the crowd, it was too
late. Frodo was already invisible. She quickly scanned the room for the other Hobbits and saw them
pushing their way through the crowd towards the stairs. Wasting no time, Mirra ran off after them.
She caught up with them in front of a door, she assumed was the door to Strider's room.
"Mirra, Strider's captued Mr Frodo!" Sam told her. Mirra remembered that Strider had kind of kidnapped
Frodo, but he was really one of the good guys. Mirra decided to play along, in case the Hobbits or Strider
suspected anything.
Mirra drew her sword. "On three." She said. "One, Two, Three.." The three Hobbits and Mirra, threw open
the door. Mirra had her sword out towards Strider and Sam had his fists balled.
Strider, too, had his sword drawn, pointing it at Mirra. She gulped.
"Let him go, or I'll have you Longshanks!" Shouted Sam.
"What stout heart you have, young Master and Miss" Strider said and put his sword away. Mirra, also,
sheathed her sword. " But that will not save you. You can nolonger wait for the wizard, Frodo. They're
coming."
* * *
Sam, Merry and Pippin, were asleep in the large bed in Strider's room. Mirra and Frodo could not sleep, so
they sat at the end of the bed, watching Strider. Who gazed out the window.
Earlier, they had stuffed the beds in their own room, with pilliows, to make it look like Mirra and the Hobbits
were asleep, in hopes that the enemy would not know the difference.
A loud, fearsome, shreiking, came from below and woke up the three sleeping Hobbits. Mirra and Frodo did
not flinch, although inside fear threatened to take over. Still Strider gazed out into the night.
"What are they?" Asked Frodo, in a low voice.
Strider looked to him and Mirra and then to the other three Hobbits, who had sat up in the bed. "They were
once men." He explained, quietly. "Great Kings of men. Then Sauron the Deceiver gave to them nine rings
of power. Blinded by their greed, they took them without question. One by one, falling into darkness. Now
they are slaves to his will. They are the Nazgul. Ringwraiths. Neither living nor dead."
Mirra looked at him. "At all times they feel the presence of the Ring. The are drawn to the power of the One.
The will never stop hunting you, Frodo." She finished.
All eyes were on her. She glanced at Strider again, he seemed suprised.
"Who are you, Milady?" He asked.
"I'm Mirra. I seek what we all do. Destruction of the one ring. I offer my help." She replied, Knowing it was
true.
"I accept your propersition, Lady Mirra, but a lady of your stance, should not be involved in such danger as
this" Strider replied. "But we will bring you along to Rivendell, Lord Elrond will decide what to do."
Mirra nodded. Strider was not entirly wrong, but, she was stronger then she looked. She had been taking
fencing, with her best friend, Darren, ever since she was nine.
"We will leave early in the morning tomorrow. You should all get some rest." Strider told them and turned
back to the window.
* * * * * * *
So.. What do you think? I'm following the movie, by the way, but I am referring to the books for background
info. It's not a mary sue. And I don't own any of the Characters except for some such as Mirra, Darren and
some others.
R&R
Luv, Boolover03.