A/N: OK, I'll admit it, I've never read The Lord of the Rings. Mainly
because someone won't let me borrow their copy of The Fellowship of the
Ring *cough* sister *cough *. Anyway, I wanted to wait till I've at least
read the first book, but I want to get this fanfic out of my mind for now.
If you review, please don't flame. I've only seen The Lord of the Rings
movie (first part) and I'm just hoping that this is how Frodo would act
normally. If you have any suggestions, please put them in your review.
Thanks!
Another note, here's a bit more about this fanfic if you didn't really get the summary.. This takes place after the ring Frodo had has been destroyed (if it does get destroyed in one of the books. Correct me if I'm wrong), yet another ring has been created. A young girl exactly the same age as Frodo stumbles upon the ring one day and has to join forces with people she has never met in order to destroy it.
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Krystal walked on the shore of a stream in the Old Forest in the Shire, yawning and stretching her arms as she did. She had been asleep since ten the past night and, by the looks of where the sun was, it was at least eleven in the morning. She stumbled on a rock and her hands shot out to break her fall. She fell lightly on her knees when something in the stream caught her eye. What rays of the sun that could get through the branches of the trees were reflecting off of something round and gold colored that looked like a rock with paint on it. She starred at it for about a minute or so and then, carefully making sure she didn't slip on the wet rocks, sat on her knees and balanced on her left arm as her right hand plunged into the stream. She shivered as streams' water sent shots of coldness through her entire arm. Her fingers enclosed on the object and she pulled it out of the water. She got up and dried her hand off on her blanket and hung it up on a branch to dry. Picking the object up out of her hand, noticing that it was not in fact a rock but a golden ring. As she held it, she felt as if she knew exactly what it was.
"Why does this seem so familiar?" She asked herself quietly as she looked at it. She starred at it for another minute and then slipped it onto her right finger. It felt normal enough but there still was a something familiar about it. Almost as soon as she had put it on there came a crunching noise coming from up on a small, steep hill near her that sounded like something running. She turned around just as a boy who looked about her age came running down the hill with another boy.
"Careful, Frodo! I think it rained last night. It might be slippery!" The boy with light brown hair said as he slipped and fell on his knees.
"Oh come on, Sam. It's not that slipper-aey!" Frodo said as he slipped on a pile of wet leaves and slid down the hill. He stumbled as he slid off the hill and lightly ran into her.
"Sorry about that," He said breathlessly. "I accidentally slipped while running down the hill. Did I hurt you at all?" She shook her head.
"No, not at all." She said, waving her hand with reassurance.
"I'm Frodo, Frodo Baggins," Frodo said, holding out his hand. "And you are-- ?"
"Krystal, Krystal Quemore," She said, shaking his hand.
"He's Samwise, but we just call him Sam," Frodo said as he pointed at Sam. "So, where are you from? You can't be from around here since you don't look much like a Hobbit."
"I'm from Minhiriath." Krystal said, putting her hand down.
"Minhiriath?" Sam said as he came over. "That's quite a ways away, isn't it?" Krystal nodded.
"I never stay in one place long, really. I like to travel until I find the perfect place to live."
"Hey, Frodo! Who's your friend?" Called a voice from behind them. They turned around as two other Hobbits came towards them.
"Krystal, this is Merry and Pippin. Guys this here is Krystal Quemore. She's from Minhiriath," Frodo told them. "The blonde's Merry. The other's Pippin." Frodo told Krystal.
"Minhiriath?" Merry said.
"Wow," Pippin sighed. "That's an awful long ways away. Did you travel all by yourself?"
"Yes," Krystal nodded. "I'm use to it, though. Never stay in one place too long."
"Would you like to come inside? You might as well as long as you're here." Frodo offered. Krystal nodded.
"Yes, please. It's been getting awfully cold out here." She picked up her backpack and took her blanket off of the branch, putting the blanket in her arms and her backpack over her shoulder.
"It's only right over the hill," Frodo said as he started to climb the hill. "Careful, though. It's even more slippery going up."
After what seemed half an hour of attempting to climb up the hill without any luck they all finally got up and over the hill.
"That's it," Sam said breathlessly. "Next time we take the long way."
"That was the long way." Pippin said just as breathless. They walked over to Frodo's house and Frodo opened the door for all of them.
"Watch your head," He told Krystal. "I'm not sure, but it might be a bit small for you." Krystal nodded and walked inside without any trouble.
"You sure you aren't part Hobbit?" Merry said. "I wouldn't be expect an elf to be getting in here without at least having to duck first." Krystal shrugged.
"I'm almost positive I'm not but it's something to look into in the future," She said with a warm smile. "Where should I set my things?" She asked Frodo.
"Oh just anywhere," Frodo said as he closed the door. "You can set them down right there if you'd like." He said, pointing at a chair. Krystal set her things down in the chair and looked around. This place is so wonderful, she thought to herself.
"Do you like tea at all?" Frodo asked her. She nodded.
"Yes, thank you," She watched Frodo walk into another room and a strange feeling went through her. "I've seen him before." She thought out loud to herself.
"Saw who before?" Sam asked as he took off his coat.
"Oh, no one." Krystal said and shook her head. Crazy thought but he seems so familiar.but from where? The only people she had met before were just people on the road or in places that she had stayed at. She had never seen any Hobbits at those places before, though. And yet, she though, It's as though I've known him for so long.
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A/N: Well, there's the first chapter of my fanfic. Hope it was good! Please review if you'd like and please, NO FLAMING! Remember that I've never read the books before and I've only seen the first movie once.
Another note, here's a bit more about this fanfic if you didn't really get the summary.. This takes place after the ring Frodo had has been destroyed (if it does get destroyed in one of the books. Correct me if I'm wrong), yet another ring has been created. A young girl exactly the same age as Frodo stumbles upon the ring one day and has to join forces with people she has never met in order to destroy it.
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Krystal walked on the shore of a stream in the Old Forest in the Shire, yawning and stretching her arms as she did. She had been asleep since ten the past night and, by the looks of where the sun was, it was at least eleven in the morning. She stumbled on a rock and her hands shot out to break her fall. She fell lightly on her knees when something in the stream caught her eye. What rays of the sun that could get through the branches of the trees were reflecting off of something round and gold colored that looked like a rock with paint on it. She starred at it for about a minute or so and then, carefully making sure she didn't slip on the wet rocks, sat on her knees and balanced on her left arm as her right hand plunged into the stream. She shivered as streams' water sent shots of coldness through her entire arm. Her fingers enclosed on the object and she pulled it out of the water. She got up and dried her hand off on her blanket and hung it up on a branch to dry. Picking the object up out of her hand, noticing that it was not in fact a rock but a golden ring. As she held it, she felt as if she knew exactly what it was.
"Why does this seem so familiar?" She asked herself quietly as she looked at it. She starred at it for another minute and then slipped it onto her right finger. It felt normal enough but there still was a something familiar about it. Almost as soon as she had put it on there came a crunching noise coming from up on a small, steep hill near her that sounded like something running. She turned around just as a boy who looked about her age came running down the hill with another boy.
"Careful, Frodo! I think it rained last night. It might be slippery!" The boy with light brown hair said as he slipped and fell on his knees.
"Oh come on, Sam. It's not that slipper-aey!" Frodo said as he slipped on a pile of wet leaves and slid down the hill. He stumbled as he slid off the hill and lightly ran into her.
"Sorry about that," He said breathlessly. "I accidentally slipped while running down the hill. Did I hurt you at all?" She shook her head.
"No, not at all." She said, waving her hand with reassurance.
"I'm Frodo, Frodo Baggins," Frodo said, holding out his hand. "And you are-- ?"
"Krystal, Krystal Quemore," She said, shaking his hand.
"He's Samwise, but we just call him Sam," Frodo said as he pointed at Sam. "So, where are you from? You can't be from around here since you don't look much like a Hobbit."
"I'm from Minhiriath." Krystal said, putting her hand down.
"Minhiriath?" Sam said as he came over. "That's quite a ways away, isn't it?" Krystal nodded.
"I never stay in one place long, really. I like to travel until I find the perfect place to live."
"Hey, Frodo! Who's your friend?" Called a voice from behind them. They turned around as two other Hobbits came towards them.
"Krystal, this is Merry and Pippin. Guys this here is Krystal Quemore. She's from Minhiriath," Frodo told them. "The blonde's Merry. The other's Pippin." Frodo told Krystal.
"Minhiriath?" Merry said.
"Wow," Pippin sighed. "That's an awful long ways away. Did you travel all by yourself?"
"Yes," Krystal nodded. "I'm use to it, though. Never stay in one place too long."
"Would you like to come inside? You might as well as long as you're here." Frodo offered. Krystal nodded.
"Yes, please. It's been getting awfully cold out here." She picked up her backpack and took her blanket off of the branch, putting the blanket in her arms and her backpack over her shoulder.
"It's only right over the hill," Frodo said as he started to climb the hill. "Careful, though. It's even more slippery going up."
After what seemed half an hour of attempting to climb up the hill without any luck they all finally got up and over the hill.
"That's it," Sam said breathlessly. "Next time we take the long way."
"That was the long way." Pippin said just as breathless. They walked over to Frodo's house and Frodo opened the door for all of them.
"Watch your head," He told Krystal. "I'm not sure, but it might be a bit small for you." Krystal nodded and walked inside without any trouble.
"You sure you aren't part Hobbit?" Merry said. "I wouldn't be expect an elf to be getting in here without at least having to duck first." Krystal shrugged.
"I'm almost positive I'm not but it's something to look into in the future," She said with a warm smile. "Where should I set my things?" She asked Frodo.
"Oh just anywhere," Frodo said as he closed the door. "You can set them down right there if you'd like." He said, pointing at a chair. Krystal set her things down in the chair and looked around. This place is so wonderful, she thought to herself.
"Do you like tea at all?" Frodo asked her. She nodded.
"Yes, thank you," She watched Frodo walk into another room and a strange feeling went through her. "I've seen him before." She thought out loud to herself.
"Saw who before?" Sam asked as he took off his coat.
"Oh, no one." Krystal said and shook her head. Crazy thought but he seems so familiar.but from where? The only people she had met before were just people on the road or in places that she had stayed at. She had never seen any Hobbits at those places before, though. And yet, she though, It's as though I've known him for so long.
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A/N: Well, there's the first chapter of my fanfic. Hope it was good! Please review if you'd like and please, NO FLAMING! Remember that I've never read the books before and I've only seen the first movie once.