Mount Doom or Bust — PART 1 – Four girls wish on a shooting star, and look where they end up!!

by Feb 2, 2003Stories

Part One of Many

Ok, ok. Everyone is being sucked into Middle Earth. It’s like a trend! Unusually, I do not have a problem with it, like many trends. However, they all seem to go alone. Where’s the fun in that?? Enjoy!! (Just read the intro, I promise it will be better in the next chapter thingy)


Very suddenly, Magan sat up, drenched in sweat, and tears. She looked around. She was in a place she didn’t know. The room was dark, with no windows. If she was where she had fallen asleep, then there would be many windows, and a fire burning steadily in the fireplace. But there was none. Either it had gone out, or it had never been there. Mag had this incredible urge to call out for someone, but was momentarily scared what may come answering. Had orcs somehow captured her? She stood up, flinging the covers off her. Ready for battle. She reached for her knife she kept at the side of her bed, but grabbed nothing but air. What was going on?

“What is going on?” she asked herself aloud. Magan walked a few feet, but did not get far, before she stumbled over a hard, scratchy lump. Mag fell to her knees.

“Magan?” called a voice from next door. It was familiar, and yet not. It wasn’t the old english accent she was accustomed to. It was not soft and gentle. “What are you doing?”

It was her mother.


“Magan, go to sleep, your father has work tomorrow.” Her mom said, poking her head in the door. She looked curiously as to why Mag was on the floor, her eyes glistening with tears.

“What is it?” her mom’s tone of voice changed, and it was scared. Scared because her mom was the type who wanted to keep her children from danger and harm. Mag shook her head.

“It’s nothing.” Mag said softly, her voice extremely shaky as she wiped away her tears. “It’s nothing. Good night.”

Her mom took one last look at her daughter, then disappeared, closing the door. Mag looked for what she had tripped over. It was her school bag. On the shelves were pictures of friends, family. Her desk, boom box. Some poster of music stars, some posters of movie stars. Her eyes trailed to the very detailed map of Middle Earth. She went to it, and gingerly stroked, her finger tracing over a specific path she’d so long ago seeming, traced with a red magic-marker. It was so small. Middle Earth was small.

It seemed so much bigger when she had been there.

Mag again closed her eyes to push away the blinding tears. She didn’t know whether to be delighted or downhearted. She had to call Kristy. She had to.

“Mom?” she called quietly. Her mother came obediently, obviously still troubled over her teen’s distraught heart.

“Yes, honey?” asked her mom.

“Can I call Kristy.”

“It’s eleven at night, Magan. She’s sleeping.”

Magan shook her head. “No. She isn’t. Please? I really need to talk to her.”

Her mother walked over, and sat beside her on the floor. She fondled her daughter’s short, wavy brunette hair. “Whatever it is, you can tell me.”

“Thanks, mom. But I don’t think you can help this time.”

Her mother obviously thought that old look she used to use on Mag that could often get her to tell her anything could still work. And after all, to her it did. But not to Magan. She’d grown. She wasn’t the sweet, soft-spoken wimp she was before. At last, her ma nodded then left. Mag waited to make sure her mom didn’t listen in on the other line, then dialed.


“What? Shelly?” Mag asked, completely forgetting about her younger sister. “What are you doing?”

“I…” her voice was almost inaudible from behind the sobs on the other line from her room. “I woke up and…” Shelly swollowed, sighed, then with a stronger voice, she continued. “and I saw that the light on the phone was on. I knew it was only you that could be phoning at this time. Kristy?”

“Yeah.” Mag nodded, though Shelly didn’t see it, even if her room was on the left. The phone still rung, until finally, Kristy’s dad picked up.

“Who is this?” he snapped, obviously just waking from sleep, which explained the 30-odd rings the phone had rung before being answered.

“He… hello?” Mag asked, scared. She knew Kristy’s dad when he was angry.

“What do you want?” he growled.

“Can I talk to Kristy?”

“No. She’s sleeping. Why are you–“

“Daddy?” asked a voice in the background, and Mag closed her eyes, tearing up again. It was Kristy, no doubt about it. “Who is it?”

“It’s someone for you. Tell them to phone back. It’s elven for Christ’s sake!”

“Yes, dad.” Her father’s finger scraped on the phone, which signaled him giving the phone to his daughter. Before going back to bed, he asked; “Are you ok? You look pale.”

“I’m fine.” Kristy said into the phone more than to her father. He left before she spoke again. “Really, I’m fine.”

“Kristy!” Mag almost screamed. “I mean, you will not believe the dream I just… and you…”

“No.” Kristy said. “It can’t be. No.”

“Kristy, you’ve got triple-way calling.” Shelly said matter-of-factly. “Phone Danielle.”

“I just can’t believe it… it’s not possible…;” Kristy was muttering, shaking her head.

“It is. Well, no.” Mag didn’t know what to say. “Just, Kristy, please. We’ve got to get this sorted out.”

So, Danielle was called through, of coarse, DTY, a service, which was used when deaf people were going to be called. Danielle answered, actually.

“Hello?” said the operator, who was used as the voice for Danielle (for reasons, I’m just going to say ‘Danielle said’, etc).

“Danielle?” Shelly asked quietly.

“No way.” Kristy said. And so the four girls were silent for what seemed like hours, as they individually thought through the last ‘seven months’ — for them at least.

“How?” at last Danielle wondered, saying what everyone else could not bring themselves to do.

“I know how I think it happened… for me at least&…” Kristy said rather quietly comparing to her usual boisterous and wild way of speech.

“A star.” Mag said, her brain working exceptionally quickly. “A falling star.”

They were all quiet once more. Mag knew for them all it was true. Danielle hung up suddenly, probably too confused to do anything except be buried in her own ‘memories’.

“Was it real?” Kristy wondered.

“Magan!” called her mom from her and her father’s bedroom. “It’s time to get off the phone! It’s 1:12(am)!”

“See you tomorrow.” Mag said. She hung up right after Kristy. She sat back in her bed, and was half-waiting for Shelly to crawl from her own room to hers. But she didn’t. In all their own beds, the four lay, staring out at the sky. Only now did they notice the star-shower was still continuing, as it had months before.

“Hours.” Magan repeated now, over and over again. Not months. No. She had never left her room. Never gone to Middle Earth. It was impossible, after all. No, it never happened… never happened…

At last, darkness fell over her, and again Mag fell asleep, being beyond exhaustion, almost as if she’d swam rivers, climbed mountains, walked and rode over fields for miles…

It was the morning after, and Mag, being used to it seemingly, rose at six. She didn’t beat her dad; however, he’d gone already. Mag didn’t bother to leave her room for a good five more hours, sitting there, staring at the map of Middle Earth on the back of her wooden door. Finally, reluctantly, she got up. It was odd. Why had her mother not come to see if she was up and getting ready?

“Hey mom.” Mag said, stopping at the laundry room, and peering in. Her mom was folding a pile of shirts. She smiled cheerily.

“Isn’t it wonderful outside? So much warmer than it has been. You should take the dogs for a walk. It is, after all, the weekend and you are looking white.” Mag nodded, and went for her coat, still in a daze. Had it happened?

And there dangled the proof.

“I found this in your pocket.” Her mom said, tossing a necklace wrought of silver, set in it three sapphires and in the shape of a star. “You really should be more careful with your things. I almost threw it in with the wash.”

“…sure…” Mag took it, and stared at it while she numbly put on her jacket, boots, and put the dogs on their leashes. She walked out in the bright sun, yet it didn’t feel was warm as it once has.

“Oops, sorry…” Mag mumbled, apologizing to who ever it was she banged into.

“… ok…” grumbled the other person. Mag stopped, and looked at her. It was Kristy, her mascara a mess, if ever it had been put on rightly. Kristy smiled.



They stood there, staring at each other. To Magan, it seemed like Kristy had changed drastically, and yet not so. She stood tall, shoulders back, proud and noble. Her eyes had a fire, and though it had always been there, it appeared to have been fed quite a bit of kindling, alive and alert. Her smile wasn’t as wild as it had been, but now it was softer, and kinder. Her blonde hair wasn’t neatly put up like it had been the last time that Mag had really seen her; it was thrown about her shoulders, and glowed in the sun. Mag obviously was a different, so Kristy thought. She too stood tall, though her stature was probably a head shorter than Kristy. Mag held herself differently, no longer the small, shy girl who’d rather give in than fight. She also didn’t stand like a priss. She wasn’t smiling. Her mouth was a grim line, like one who’d lost someone very dear to her. Her eyes, though, were not dire nor sad. They looked out at the world with new confidence and knowledge and wisdom. A summer was blooming inside them both, they both participating in something so life changing, it was hard to comprehend, and yet they were starting to understand. Only with two other people in the world did they share this gift.


They both began to laugh. Mag put her arm around her best friend, and the two walked off.

And still they were laughing when the sat in the middle of Kristy’s living room. Both her parents were gone. They were pigging out on ice cream, neither of them noticing it was the ‘food of sorrow’, said many. They sighed at the same time, which set them again into a laughing frenzy. At last, Mag pulled something out from her pocket she’d avoided the entire time she’d been with Kristy.


Kristy watched as the necklace of Haldir hung in front of her nose. She then ran, and Mag was scared she went off to pull a knife on herself, but Kristy came back with a circlet of flowers, of elanors and niphredils, the one someone she’d loved muchly gave to her.

“This is too weird.”

“Yeah.” Kristy nodded. In unicine, the two put on their gifts, the necklace of Haldir hanging beautifully on Mag’s chest and the crown of flowers on Kristy’s head was beyond splendor’s measurement. They were split into a pit of silence for not the first time, and not the last.

“Do you remember how this all started?” Kristy asked, taking a spoon full of the chocolate ice cream. “I mean, when we landing or whatever. Remember?”

“Aye.” Mag said, and blushed, taking on Sam’s way of speech just a little. “I do. The Brunine. Rivendell.”

…Lovely, Lovely, Rivendell

Where those fair of face and heart do dwell…
Over hills, through the gullies
Then thou shalt find the magically valley

Tall the trees, sweet the grass
A dream to any lad or lass
Elrond’s house, Undomiel’s home
Dwelling of kin of the Elvendom…

Mag opened her eyes to see that she had said that. Sung that, rather, in a sweet voice that didn’t seem like it was hers. Kristy smiled.

“Had to add ‘Elvendom’ didn’t ya?” she asked, trying to make Magan laugh or at last smile. Anything to wipe away the blues in her green eyes. “It was good.” Kristy put her hand on the shoulder of Mag. And so they were again silent. Mag’s original three-hour trip to Kristy’s house ended up to be a sleep over. So they sat down in Kristy’s basement, Kris taking the bed and Mag setting up a sleeping bag, and waited for sleep to take them.

(Thanks for being so patient with me, I had to write a prologue. Enjoy the rest!!)


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