Author: Sage94 PM
AU OC fic. Riley, a Native American university student, follows her friend into ME and tries to convince her to go back to their world. Unbeknownst to her right away, she encounters something that forces her and her friend to stay that is pulled from the stories she learned as a child. What will it take to get them back to their world? Warn: Not just tenth, but eleventh walker fic.Rated: Fiction T - English - Supernatural/Spiritual - Boromir & Elrond - Chapters: 14 - Words: 51,721 - Reviews: 34 - Favs: 15 - Follows: 27 - Updated: 04-15-13 - Published: 12-05-12 - id: 8769248
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Hi. So. This is odd for me. Um I'm going to try and attempt a lord of the rings fanfiction. So I guess this is going to be about two characters journey's into middle earth, and to keep matters easier for me, it will be during the fellowship, and if I see a future beyond that I will let you know.
Ok so the first chapter will be establishing things folks, because I hate hate hate how some fics just go, ok, you're there, first thing. Well, one character will be lead there initially, but I wont be there straight away.
Umm I guess a short summary is in order:
Lana is a dreamer, hoping to escape her own world and into a world she had forgotten. Riley is reason, and is determined to save Lana and bring her back to earth if she can (and in one piece) and make her see that you cannot escape yourself wherever you go. That is, if she does not get lost in Middle Earth herself.
And don't worry you visual people, a physical description will come of them soon enough. I want to introduce things first.
Chapter 1: A row
A girl sat on her bed whirring through her laptop, occasionally leaning back to stretch her back and crack her knuckles. Another girl lay on her carpeted floor gazing up at the ceiling.
"Lana, you really should get to work." The first said, though not critically.
Lana pulled out her phone and pulled out her phone defiantly, and continued her blogging while her friend tapped away on her university assignment. The comment held no weight towards Lana's feelings, for she was completely in her own world. Her daydreams often led her to forget to speak, even acknowledge any other happenings outside her own business.
Besides, the first had said similar phrases throughout the day they had spent in her room. It was getting old.
The friend atop her bed perch gazed down at the figure on her floor with seemingly unconcerned eyes but momentarily ceased her tick tacking to pull open another browser. She typed in the letter t in the URL and let the rest of the bar auto-complete to the most used site under that letter. A few short clicks away and her face slowly contorted into annoyance and she glanced over her screen again to see Lana, with her eyes glazed over as she blogged.
"Reblogging sad posts won't get the job finished." She said sharply.
Lana, startled, dropped her phone onto her face, and rolled onto her side to curl up and cradle her pained face.
"Why do you always do that?" Lana said all muffled from her hands.
"It's not my fault you startle easy." There was the barest hint of amusement that only Lana had learned to listen for.
"Yes it is," Lana mumbled childishly, sitting up.
Lana picked her phone up and was about to resume when the darn thing had indicated it needed to be charged.
She began her demand, "Riley, can I use your—"
"Not until you start your rough draft."
"Darn I left my notepad at home."
"I have paper on my desk," Riley said without looking up. If
Lana huffed and chucked her phone beside her purse before venturing towards the other side of the room.
She was definitely dreading finding the paper, and took to examining everything along the way.
Lana knew that Riley wasn't one for showing off, so her medals that were showcased on a small hook were thanks to Riley's mother, who wished her child were more proud of her accomplishments. They ranged from little league to high school senior sports all across the spectrum. Lana ran her hand along them, fancying the clangs they made when disturbed.
Riley wanted to tell her to hurry up, but long ago realized rushing Lana was not a reasonable thing to do, it just prompted arguments.
Lana frequently wondered, "What happened" to Riley. What had originally made them become such good friends was her tendency for action, her unregretful personality and her love. Not that she still wasn't any of those things, she just tended to only show these qualities to her and trusted people. It was a gradual thing that she finally noticed in their senior year. There were signs, like she wouldn't speak up often, wasn't always so cheeky towards teachers and peers anymore, and her sense of humour had dried.
Lana stopped along the wall in front of a shelf. "What's this?" She asked, and picked up a pearly silvery shell the size of her hand, cupped.
"Like the jewellery?"
There was a pause in Riley's response that Lana hadn't noticed in her fascination, "Sure."
"C'mon, what's it for."
Riley shifted nervously, and sat on her haunches. "You see that bundle of dried plants?" she asked. She set her laptop aside to pay attention to Lana's action, lest that girl drop anything.
Lana picked up the pale gray and green plant, almost white, and smelled it instinctively. Her face pursed, not sure what to make of it.
"You take a little and put it in the bowl and burn it."
Lana nodded, "What is it?"
"Sage. For healing."
"Oh." She replaced it on the shelf, and gazed upon the other shelves also containing things she wasn't sure about. Lana sensed the pressure in the room, and moved along feeling it lift. She quickly made her way to the desk, and pulled up a notebook. "This one okay to use?"
Riley nodded, settling back in with her computer, while Lana also finally decided to get to it.
Many hours later, they both decided it had all been too much.
Lana yawned excessively, and stretched herself like a cat, while Riley watched with amused eyes. She was always impressed with Lana's tendency to exaggerate.
"We should go outside." Lana suggested.
Riley snorted, preferring the comfort of her bed most.
"C'mon, like we used to!"
Lana was very charismatic. Riley was always surprised she did the things she did, but not by the abilities of the person who provoked her to do these wild things because it was difficult to deny Lana anything.
"You can never say no to me." Lana remarked adorably.
"Yeah, how do your parents handle you?" She replied rhetorically.
They discovered that both cars were gone; they hadn't even realized that Riley's older sister had left, taking their only way to town. They were a tad out of the way of the bus stop, which happened to be a very long walk to the main highway.
"Well, like we used to, let's take a walk in your backyard."
Backyard was an understatement. Riley happened to have just beyond her lawn a forest at her disposal, however it had not been used recently.
"How come you never talk about that stuff?" Lana asked, as they reached the beginnings of a path beyond the first couple of trees.
"What stuff?" Riley dodged the tree root to her left.
"You know, your native stuff?"
She shrugged. Internally, she rolled her eyes at the description. "Well, I've never been asked." Riley was careful to not say 'you never asked.'
"Well I think it's cool, you should talk about it more often." She said matter of fact.
"I mean, why should you guys be hiding? The only thing I know about you guys is from like back in the day. People should know that you guys live like you do. You're just like us!"
"I know I guess we just get such a bad rap." Riley said, only to pass the conversation she'd heard so many times before.
"But I mean, I wish natives were good like you."
"Okay, shut up now."
It was not said half-hearted or good naturedly, Lana finally tuned to see Riley's utterly not amused face.
"You know, I wish I didn't have to tell you. About it all. But I do."
"Well if you get your head off your high horse, you'd realize I just complimented you. It happens to you way more often than you think."
"That's not what I mean. I thought you would be a bit more sensitive. For me, for them. But it's just you, isn't it? In your own world."
Lana finally was fully offended. "Well, Riley. If you weren't so uptight and impersonal, you'd realize that I've not been ok. My parents hate me, my boyfriend cheated on me, I'm failing our courses, and my own friend won't recognize it."
"I'm sorry if I don't read into every single detail you lay out for me, but I have a life too."
"You are so selfish, you can't tell me it's been that difficult to see that I'm hurting."
"I'm selfish? It's taken you how long to come and see me? I have a whole world of problems."
"You never said anything." Lana accused.
Prepared for a rebuttal, Riley opened her mouth to speak but ironically shut it to let Lana hear her own words. They rung against her.
"You cause your own problems." Riley muttered harshly. She led herself back to her house, leaving Lana there, still fuming. It was no matter to get back to the house, it was just going to be humiliating to grab her things and wait for Riley's parents to drive her home.
Lana started after Riley, intent on ending this conversation her way.
"Don't you walk away from me, we're going to finish this."
"No, I'm going to get your stuff. You can wait in the den until Mom gets home." Riley said, walking up the back porch.
Lana paused, she'd never been bossed around, and her friend was not the controlling type. She bit back her surprise so she could voice her usual tag line: "You can't say no to me."
Riley momentarily stopped, mid step. "Come on." She finally said, though never betraying her face to Lana.
Lana left a long while later, too long if you had asked Riley, which no one did near enough in her opinion. Her parents had sensed nothing amiss other than the fact that Lana had not raided their kitchen yet, as they were accustomed to her doing before her visits to their house lessened with university.
Wanting to preserve her relationship with Riley's parents, and not wanting to have to face the shame of walking home at this hour when a car ride was earlier guaranteed, she gave no suspicion to an argument and gratefully accepted transportation home.
Lana was not sure where Riley's new temperament came from. Her parents were lovely open people, they were good-humoured, loved to talk, especially about stories. And their rich way of speaking made her smile inside. She wished Riley would learn to be like them. These people would've gotten along so well at their high school, yet Riley was so reserved as of late, it was a stark comparison.
Once home in her suburban neighbourhood, she regretted instantly everything that had happened.
Things had just been going so poorly lately that she had managed to bugger up what ever else made her happy.
Lana's parents gave no warm welcome once she arrived, in fact, had taken much care in not noticing at all. The two adults had obviously just been arguing also, creating a tense air about the house. With a clench of her chest, she realized it must have been about her, because if it wasn't, they might've at least told her to get back to taking care of the house.
The argument in question was to get her out of the house. Lana did not understand, as they were scarcely around anyways. Part of her wished they wanted her presence. Why is it that wherever else she was received warmly with little effort, but when she tried twice as hard for their affections, she was met with nothing? She swallowed her affectionate side she so openly displayed elsewhere and quietly tiptoed up to her room.
For an hour or two well past her bedtime, Lana managed to stop her sniffling and pull laptop from its case to escape to her favourite site. Hours before she had spent on her blog, and she was not about to quit her getaway. She found herself looking droning through depressing things, and not fighting against it, reblogging where she could.
All through the night she cried silently, ignoring the amends of her ex boyfriend, standing against her parents' silence and neglecting everything else.
She decided at least, that the easiest thing at this point was to apologize to her friend, since it was fresh, and Riley was always forgiving.
Riley suddenly woke with a terrible grogginess whose sleep should not have been interrupted. But alas, her phone vibrated under her pillow. The girl scowled after noticing the sender. "Here's me saying no." She tossed her phone aside with a resounding thud and rolled over in her bed.
Lana cradled herself on her bedroom floor, forgetting her soft bed in favour of the cool ground. She stared blankly, long forgetting much of everything. Eventually, her eyes started fluttering, aching for sleep. She realized that she too had changed. She used to pay attention to much more than the opinions of others. She once cared to simply pay attention to herself.
Riley's comment about her selfishness wholly and truly hurt her. That was what she was hoping to avoid appearing as.
She once again wiped the welling in her eyes, only to be staring at a box under her bed. A long time ago she decided it was time to push away things that others found repulsive and found new appreciations in girly things, mature things, and real things. In fact, she had forgotten what was exactly in these boxes under her bed, only remembering that they were at least important enough to have been kept in her room, even if they were roughly packed.
Her tears ceased altogether as she pulled many things. Mostly books she used to covet. Excessively, she recalled. There were also faded photos, cassettes, and old scratched compact discs.
She pulled out of another box a book. Lana pursed her lips, remembering the embarrassment it caused her. The Hobbit was a book that her sixth grade class had read throughout the year, one that everyone enjoyed, since it was read altogether instead of on your own. That's how it ought to be read anyways, much less boring to that age anyways.
But Lana took a great liking to it. That following summer she had saved her birthday money to go halfsies with her mother in the trilogy of the Lord of the Rings. Those were the days when her mother would do most anything to keep her bounding daughter preoccupied for as long as possible.
Before Riley switched from the French Immersion class over to the English class and became Lana's best friend, this is what she immersed herself in for the summer. Lana had been determined to finish them, even if some of the diction escaped her.
By the next start of term, she was a poster child for fantasy genre. She had asked for weird things from her parents, like mythology books, archery lessons, and horse riding lessons, though did not succeed in getting her own pony unfortunately.
The class had obviously not taken kindly. As per usual in the world, this was the age where judgement started to take hold, and these children enforced it like no tomorrow.
Afterwards, Lana had taken notice that these qualities of hers were not welcome, and adjusted, though it took her until high school to put the stories away.
It was unfair though, as she felt the need to share these books, but this obsession did not mesh well socially with her bubbly personality, and was often squashed.
She was forgiven, however, since she was blessed with very agreeable looks. Such the way that high school works. The only person who seemed to take notice, but did not let it bother their friendship, was Riley. Lana had convinced her to at least read the Hobbit, which she did reluctantly. But Riley might've figured it was just a phase, since the books were dropped soon enough.
Therefore upon the books' reopening, a pang of hurt rung through her, but also nostalgia. What she had wished for was in these books.
The pain of the real world did not fade, but was overshadowed by the light of her books, bringing her away. If only there were a way out.
Dejectedly, she threw her books against the floor and away from her.
The following day, Lana rose from her sleep; still realizing it was her life. Her normally bright and cheerful eyes were puffy and red. She would usually correct them with makeup but felt drained of energy, even to get out of bed.
She decided upon a run, much later in the evening after finally getting out of bed. It being almost reading week, she saw little point in going for the rest of the week, even if she was behind. She had most of her teachers' favour and they were more lenient with her since she tended to have talks with her professors.
Finally on a dirt path, and far away from any car, person or sound, she settled into a pace. She focused on her breathing and footfalls, thankful for the distraction.
A whisper in the wind made her stop. Though she was wearing warm jogging clothing, once and a while a chill would run through her, and this one made her stop. All at once, events came rushing back to her. Now she had no one. Even the trees were silent, as if not wanting to respond to her.
She knew she had hurt Riley, her only rock left in her unstable life.
Her breaths were catching and before she could control it, her tears came rushing forth. Lana's bottom quickly found the ground, and she was huddled.
The wind whistled again, and it made her listen. Perhaps, to humour herself, she whistled back. She closed her eyes, and as if the wind were talking to her, making her listen, she sat back.
Before long, the light was fading, and Lana was up again, heading home before she could see, and wanted to make it to the nearest lamppost before she began tripping all over the forest in the night.
Weird thoughts plagued her mind. What was she thinking?
Lana stared down at the bag she packed, not sure what to make of it. For the past fifteen minutes after she had prepared it, she contemplated if she was mad. There was no way she was running away.
But had that been the reason this bag was packed? She stared at the books she so memorized and remembered what the wind had told her yesterday. As if in trance, she had been told all that she wanted, and had been urged back out to the forest.
Something told Lana that where she was going, she wouldn't need heels. She sported her bright pink running shoes again, tied her blonde hair up, and made her way back to the place she went the night before.
Lana walked nervously to the place where she had sat, and the ground was as the way she left it, with her butt imprint and shoe scuffles.
She struggled to remember what she had done to get the wind to talk again. It had spoke first though.
Nervously, in hopes it would answer, she whistled. The breeze had stopped altogether.
She clutched her bag tight to her chest. And whistled again.
Starting at her, feet, the wind picked up. It pulled her back into the open, but further into the forest, and there was a small clearing, enough for the wind to swirl incredibly surrounding the poor girl, churning everything into the unperceivable.
Something told her she wasn't coming back. And she liked it.