Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters or any of the settings in this fanfiction, but I do own my own characters such as Anne, Summer, Nate and Jenney. Any acclamation of owning J.R.R Tolkien's characters are false. Now lawyers, please go away.

Author's Note:

Welcome to a brand new fanfiction, probably the most generic idea for a Lord of the Rings one.. Including a somewhat-Mary-Sue and one of the hottest Elves known to middle-earth, aside from Legolas and some others...

So basically if you haven't read any of my fanfiction before and this is your first time reading one of my stories, for some reason I like to put Author's Note's at the beginning and end of each chapter. This author's note is an intro, though it is usually to complain of reasons I haven't updated and to thank my reviews, and the Author's note at the bottom is to beg for reviews and reply to any I have.

Well, enjoy Chapter 1. of Vortex

CH. 1~.

Anne grabbed her backpack as it threatened to leave her side with the gusty winds. It's been windy forever. Windy and cold, as a matter of fact. But in Delaware in mid-March, she couldn't ask for much more. Her backpack, a comfy L.L Bean plaid backpack fit evenly around her body, but when she had only one arm holding it up, one arm brushing at her red hair which constantly whipped into her face, and that same arm flipping to the next page of her book, it wasn't easy to keep the sack on her shoulder. She decided there was only one way out of this and closed her book. Then she dared to walk away from the safety of her gray sedan and towards the horror of which she called high school.

The building loomed in the distance, almost like Isengard would, she joked with herself, remembering the previous chapter of The Two Towers she just finished beforehand. Buses stood in a line-up in front of the school, allowing those ninth and tenth graders without cars to the school building. The buses then would take the middle schoolers on the bus to the middle school not too far away.

Anne's hair whipped into her face again. She groaned and walked forwards through the parking lot of many cars, swiping her hand at the hairs which decided to be stubborn and stay on her face.

Once finally making it to the entrance of the school after almost being run over by a bus, she opened the front door and felt a warm breeze onto her face. Her cold arms, which were protected by a green hoodie, instantly warmed up. She smiled at some familiar faces in the lobby of the school.

Her school wasn't terrible, it just wasn't the best. It was big in her opinion, mostly because out in the suburbs she didn't really go to other schools. Other than that, the education was supposed to be good and fair. Anne stared at the posters lining the lobby as she strode through the crowd of people younger than her.

Finally, someone stood in her way. She frowned as she collided with the person. "Hey, watch where you're going."

She knew that voice. "Nate, shut up," she replied, regaining her once-lost balance and staring at one of her best friends. He hugged her and then kissed her cheek. Alright, so not her best friend, more like her ex-boyfriend.

"Anything for you darling," he said in a dazed voice, swooning sarcastically.

"You know, it's for this reason I wonder why I would ever date a sod like you," she smiled at him and he shot her a confused look, ruffling his brown hair with a free arm. She stared at his freckles. "Sometimes, British terms are just amazing, are they not?"

Nate looked around at the people now staring at them. There weren't many, but some of the younger ones usually eavesdropped on Anne's conversations. Who wouldn't? Who wouldn't want to know the big w's on Anne's life?

The bell luckily chose to ring at that moment and saved Anne from any further explanation on what it meant. Nate eyed her suspiciously and said, "I'll see you at lunch, dearie."

"No," Anne said as the lobby started to clear out.

"No what?" Nate asked.

"No, no dearie. Remember, I told you I want to be your friend." Her voice was suddenly serious.

"C'mon-"

"Nate, I honestly need to move on with my life. Now you broke up with me three months ago and act like I'm still your girlfriend. We can be friends," she said. Nate frowned.

"Yeah, okay. But when you miss me, don't come crawling back!" Nate called as he decided to start walking away.

"Like it's going to happen!" Anne called back and ran her hand through her hair. She was basically the only one left in the lobby except for some kids coming in late.

She walked out of the lobby and took a left in the crossroad that separated at least three of the grades. Her locker was on the third floor, next to a girl named Summer, who had somehow become her best friend and first got her interested in Lord of the Rings.

Once she reached her locker though, Anne noticed Summer wasn't there. It wasn't unusual, Summer was usually early to class every single day. Anne dialed in her combination lazily and was surprised when her locker sprang open.

"I guess these locks are pretty cheap," she muttered to herself. Then Anne took her books out of her long locker, which were at the bottom, and shoved her plaid book bag into it. Before leaving for her homeroom, she reached into the book bag and pulled out The Two Towers. The book never failed to entertain her in the middle of class. And when you're in the middle of the battle of Helms Deep, it's hard to resist reading it 24/7.

Math Class had always been a rough spot for Anne. She didn't like it, but she did decent in it in her opinion, considering that most of her friends were still in pre-algebra where as she was in Geometry like most of the smart kids. It was the one idiosyncrasy that never failed to amaze her peers. No matter how good she looked, how stupid she acted, she somehow seemed to be a valedictorian.

Anne slid her book secretly onto her desk. It was a good thing she sat far away from the front and middle of the class, all the way by the window in the back so she was blocked by the kids in front of her.

Her teacher barely even noticed she existed. Of course, though, whenever she did well on a test he would write a comment about the grade, which was on every test. It was only then he realized she was in his class.

Anne continued reading the book throughout most of class while her teacher went over all of the irrational numbers that came to the top of his head. She listened subconsciously but kept 3/4 of her brain focused on the chapter.

After math, school became a blur like it usually did. Surprisingly, Anne managed to finish The Two Towers during her lunch break which involved no Nate or any drama. Happy and satisfied with herself, she decided to head to the library to get the next book if they had it.

The library was probably the oldest place in the school even though it was located on the second floor, which used to not exist. She opened the heavy metal doors on the entrance side and looked to the opposite side of the hallway to where you exited the library. She thought for a moment. Why would someone need an exit and entrance to a library? It's not like it ever gets overcrowded or anything even close to that. The thought was kind of pointless and she entered the library carelessly, first seeing all the magazines on a wall. The library branched out in two diagonal paths in front of her. The left branch was nonfiction and a bunch of tables and chairs for studying during lunch and to the right was everything fiction and a computer lab fit for one class at a time. The fiction part of the library was bigger than any other part. In the center of the library was a fake tree and surrounding the tree was a circular desk in which you would check books out.

Anne found The Return of the King between many other copies of it. She pulled one out, seeing dust fly up from between the crevices. Wow, this place was old. After checking the book out, which was due back in two weeks, she exited the library. For some reason the book wouldn't close all the way. As Anne traveled further down the hall she thought to herself that someone must've forgotten some sort of bookmark which was thick or something like that. She walked to her locker where Summer was standing, getting her stuff out of the locker.

"Hey Summer," Anne said, dialing her combination and watching her locker swing open. Summer glanced over at her and closed her locker, set to leave.

"I've seen you're now on Return of the King?" she inquired and Anne nodded.

"Yeah, the books are just amazing. And then starting tomorrow I'll probably start watching the movies. Hey is The Hobbit as good as they make it too be?" she wondered.

Summer nodded, backing up slowly. "I thought it was pretty good. See ya tomorrow Anne!" And then Summer left Anne at her locker. The girl packed her books that she would need for the night into her backpack and swung it over her shoulder, holding the new library book in her hand and realizing that this bookmark in the book was much stubborn than she thought. No matter how hard she pushed at the book, the bookmark wouldn't give. She decided it best to figure out what it was when she reached home as she strode down the stairs and out the front lobby.

Anne's sedan was probably on the top list of cleanest old cars in America. Virtually nothing existed in the car or even in the trunk. There was an air freshener of course (who didn't have one?), but other than that everything seemed to be squeaky clean. That was until a book bag and book found its way onto the seat where a passenger normally sat. Just as Anne was about to pull away, someone opened the passenger seat door.

"Hey Jenney, why aren't you on your bus?" Anne asked of her little sister, who squished into the seat, pushing Anne's backpack and book onto the floor.

"I missed it," Jenney answered honestly, shrugging as if to say 'not a big deal'. Anne quickly grabbed her book and backpack off the floor. As she picked up the book, something shiny flew out of it. Jenney's eyes instantly noticed this and almost caught it as it was about to hit the ground. The shiny object fell and bounced slightly on the floor. She reached down for it and once had it grasped in her hands, turned to face her sister.

"Why is there a ring in your book?"

Author's Note:

First chapter complete. I hope any readers enjoyed it, though once again; THIS IS A VERY GENERIC IDEA AND I AM JUST BORED WITH MY LIFE.

So please review. And. Well. Kudos to anyone who does, plus a hug from any elf or hobbit or man or wizard that you want one from.