Disclaimer: I own Valora Caley. Anything you recognize from Lord of the
Rings is not mine. We all know who owns it.
A/N: This is actually based on the movie, not the book. In fact that's how I got the idea for this story. I couldn't get into reading the book. I tried, I really did. I just couldn't do it. Which is odd, since I love the movie. (Scratches head in confusion.) Oh, well. (Shrugs) Go figure. And just so you know, the name Caley is pronounced Kay-Lee. At least it is here. And yes, I am well aware that the girl falling into Middle-Earth has been done to death, but I don't think it's ever been done quite like this. And this girl is NOT, I repeat, *NOT* a Mary-sue. She may seem like it at first, but she's really not.
This first part is just to let you get to know Valora a little bit.
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"What a geek."
"I know. Seriously."
Other teenagers voiced their similar opinions.
Valora Caley blew a strand of hair out of her eyes. She knew full well that she was the object of their ridicule. She had been for years. As long as she could remember, in fact. She'd gotten used to it a long time ago. That didn't mean she liked it.
It was almost amusing, actually. Those idiots thought she couldn't hear them when they were standing less than five feet away and hadn't lowered their voices nearly enough. And if that hadn't been an issue, the fact that they kept glancing at her and occasionally snickering was a dead giveaway.
Yet, those same kids often came to her for help with their problems, particularly schoolwork. And she, being the type of girl she was, usually helped them, despite the fact that she resented them. Truth was, she also pitied them. They knew nothing of loyalty, for one would turn upon the other if it served their purpose. Half of them would most likely have to go to summer school and take extra classes to make up the credits for all the classes they had failed. They may be popular now, but they were going nowhere in the long run.
Valora had only a few select friends herself. In her mind, it was better to have a few true friends that she was certain she could trust than a lot of "friends" who would leave you on your own when you needed them the most. And even then, there was a risk of betrayal. A lesson she had learned the hard way, some time ago.
Still, despite knowing all this, she wished the teachers would stop praising her for her work in front of the class. It was embarrassing enough on its own, but it also fueled the popular kids' drive to make fun of her.
The irony of it was that, in a way, she was just as popular as any of them. She knew a lot of people. And a lot of people knew who she was. Most of the students at Parker High liked her, even if they weren't really friends. The teachers adored her. Then again, that was probably why the snotty popular kids hated her. People knew who they were and admired them, but they didn't really like them.
Valora stopped at her locker to get the books she needed for her weekend homework. She didn't need much, since she had finished most of her homework in class and during lunch. Just something else people could make fun of her for.
She ignored the kids as she made her way to her car. A red Mustang convertible. It wasn't the latest model, but it was very nice. That was another reason the other kids didn't like her. She didn't really have to worry about money.
Her mother had become a very successful lawyer after her parents' divorce. It had been hard for a few years, but they had gotten by. Now, her mother was one of the highest paid attorneys in the state. Since she hadn't been able to provide her daughter with as much as she would have liked during the few years when they had struggled to get by, she insisted on spoiling her now that she could. Valora often protested, saying she didn't need to be spoiled, but to no avail. And when she wasn't spoiling her daughter with gifts, she always made sure she had plenty of money, in case she ever needed it.
Valora often gave rides to people who needed them, but today she drove home alone. That was just dandy with her. She didn't feel like talking to anyone. As she pulled up in front of the two story house she called home, she noticed that her mother's car was here. Valora frowned. She never really knew where her mother would be, at home or her office, because of her often hectic schedual, but she usually wasn't home at this time of the day.
"Mom?" she called after unlocking and opening the door.
"Hi, honey," came the answer.
She followed the voice and found her mother in the kitchen. "Hey. What are you doing home so early?"
"I took half the day off. I needed to relax a little. But I need to go somewhere in a couple of hours."
"Oh. Well, if you need me, I'll be up in my room."
Her mother smiled. "Trying to read that book again?" she asked, looking amused.
Valora made a face. Then, she headed upstairs, ignoring the chuckling coming from the kitchen. When she got to her room, she dropped her backpack and purse on her desk. She dug a book out of her backpack, walked over to the bed and flopped onto it.
The book she held was the book her mother had asked her about. The book in question was the first volume of The Lord of the Rings. The Fellowship of the Ring.
Valora stared at it for a moment, then sighed. Unenthusiastically, she started to read.
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Well, anybody interested? Please, let me know.
A/N: This is actually based on the movie, not the book. In fact that's how I got the idea for this story. I couldn't get into reading the book. I tried, I really did. I just couldn't do it. Which is odd, since I love the movie. (Scratches head in confusion.) Oh, well. (Shrugs) Go figure. And just so you know, the name Caley is pronounced Kay-Lee. At least it is here. And yes, I am well aware that the girl falling into Middle-Earth has been done to death, but I don't think it's ever been done quite like this. And this girl is NOT, I repeat, *NOT* a Mary-sue. She may seem like it at first, but she's really not.
This first part is just to let you get to know Valora a little bit.
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"What a geek."
"I know. Seriously."
Other teenagers voiced their similar opinions.
Valora Caley blew a strand of hair out of her eyes. She knew full well that she was the object of their ridicule. She had been for years. As long as she could remember, in fact. She'd gotten used to it a long time ago. That didn't mean she liked it.
It was almost amusing, actually. Those idiots thought she couldn't hear them when they were standing less than five feet away and hadn't lowered their voices nearly enough. And if that hadn't been an issue, the fact that they kept glancing at her and occasionally snickering was a dead giveaway.
Yet, those same kids often came to her for help with their problems, particularly schoolwork. And she, being the type of girl she was, usually helped them, despite the fact that she resented them. Truth was, she also pitied them. They knew nothing of loyalty, for one would turn upon the other if it served their purpose. Half of them would most likely have to go to summer school and take extra classes to make up the credits for all the classes they had failed. They may be popular now, but they were going nowhere in the long run.
Valora had only a few select friends herself. In her mind, it was better to have a few true friends that she was certain she could trust than a lot of "friends" who would leave you on your own when you needed them the most. And even then, there was a risk of betrayal. A lesson she had learned the hard way, some time ago.
Still, despite knowing all this, she wished the teachers would stop praising her for her work in front of the class. It was embarrassing enough on its own, but it also fueled the popular kids' drive to make fun of her.
The irony of it was that, in a way, she was just as popular as any of them. She knew a lot of people. And a lot of people knew who she was. Most of the students at Parker High liked her, even if they weren't really friends. The teachers adored her. Then again, that was probably why the snotty popular kids hated her. People knew who they were and admired them, but they didn't really like them.
Valora stopped at her locker to get the books she needed for her weekend homework. She didn't need much, since she had finished most of her homework in class and during lunch. Just something else people could make fun of her for.
She ignored the kids as she made her way to her car. A red Mustang convertible. It wasn't the latest model, but it was very nice. That was another reason the other kids didn't like her. She didn't really have to worry about money.
Her mother had become a very successful lawyer after her parents' divorce. It had been hard for a few years, but they had gotten by. Now, her mother was one of the highest paid attorneys in the state. Since she hadn't been able to provide her daughter with as much as she would have liked during the few years when they had struggled to get by, she insisted on spoiling her now that she could. Valora often protested, saying she didn't need to be spoiled, but to no avail. And when she wasn't spoiling her daughter with gifts, she always made sure she had plenty of money, in case she ever needed it.
Valora often gave rides to people who needed them, but today she drove home alone. That was just dandy with her. She didn't feel like talking to anyone. As she pulled up in front of the two story house she called home, she noticed that her mother's car was here. Valora frowned. She never really knew where her mother would be, at home or her office, because of her often hectic schedual, but she usually wasn't home at this time of the day.
"Mom?" she called after unlocking and opening the door.
"Hi, honey," came the answer.
She followed the voice and found her mother in the kitchen. "Hey. What are you doing home so early?"
"I took half the day off. I needed to relax a little. But I need to go somewhere in a couple of hours."
"Oh. Well, if you need me, I'll be up in my room."
Her mother smiled. "Trying to read that book again?" she asked, looking amused.
Valora made a face. Then, she headed upstairs, ignoring the chuckling coming from the kitchen. When she got to her room, she dropped her backpack and purse on her desk. She dug a book out of her backpack, walked over to the bed and flopped onto it.
The book she held was the book her mother had asked her about. The book in question was the first volume of The Lord of the Rings. The Fellowship of the Ring.
Valora stared at it for a moment, then sighed. Unenthusiastically, she started to read.
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Well, anybody interested? Please, let me know.