By ElveNDestiNy
2-6-04
Disclaimer: No profit will ever be made of this; no copyright infringement intended.
Warning: The author possesses a twisted sense of humor. Story inspired by the sheer amount of 'falling into M-E' stories.
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It was actually quite simple. Everything in her life was going wrong. Her grades were dropping, she didn't have any friends, and her parents were getting a divorce this month. Even the girl next door was jealous of her because she was beautiful.
Three battered books lay on her desk next to the computer. They were the only things that could help her escape the misery and abject hopelessness. The Lord of the Rings dominated her life. Besides, the movie was awesome; everyone said so. Incredible, amazing, the best film ever. The movie had a stellar cast, was created by an inspired director, and the computer graphics were to die for. Not to mention the gorgeous actors! She was obsessed with Orli. Really, what more could a girl wish for?
She normally wasn't so clumsy. She was walking along when she saw a golden ring on the floor. Feeling a thrill of anticipation, she bent to pick it up—but she tripped over something.
Falling…
She never hit the floor. Her eyes were closed but she was unafraid. When she opened her eyes again, she was in a forest. It was night. Through the trees in front of her, she could see a small fire. Two figures were sitting beside it, and Elf and a man that she recognized almost immediately. Her sapphire eyes widened as she realized she had just landed in Middle-Earth. Please don't let this be a dream, she thought desperately.
That beautiful golden hair, the delicately pointed ears—it took her a moment to realize that she had fallen in love with him already. So divinely handsome, such an awesome fighter! She couldn't wait to hear him sing, too.
She started making her way towards them…
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The companions sat beside the campfire. Legolas was fletching some arrows with the stiff blue feathers that he had found the other day. Aragorn was mechanically cleaning and sharpening his weapons, creating an annoying steely hiss of sound.
There was a sudden loud crash to the right, as if something had blundered into a tree. Aragorn put down his sword and stood up quickly.
"Did you hear that?" he muttered to Legolas. "What was it? An orc, perhaps?" They looked around at their surroundings, but nothing seemed to be wrong. There was no sign of what they had heard, but Legolas thought there was movement in the trees.
"Must be an orc. Who would be wandering out here tonight?" said Aragorn.
"Clumsy orc," Legolas agreed unconcernedly. "Or a dim-witted one, if he was separated from his band." His keen Elven eyes finally spotted something far off. He readied his bow with swift efficiency and fired. The shadowy shape fell and Aragorn made as if to go confirm the orc had breathed its last.
"Leave it," the Elf said. "I was making new arrows anyhow." He gestured to the pile of feathers.
Aragorn nodded his consent. Legolas sat down again, resuming his careful work. Feathers that were blue were hard to come by. They would make exquisite arrows, and true ones, too. He had just tested one out, after all.
Meanwhile, Aragorn was finally satisfied with his careful inspection of his sword. He spread out his cloak and laid back on it, staring up at the glimpses of the stars beyond the forest canopy. Legolas was such an efficient archer; he really admired the Elf's abilities. No clumsy orc could possibly ruin the lovely night now.
~ Finis ~
A/N: Please note that I'm not against Mary Sues in general (see "The Perfect War" on fictionpress.com, pen name EphemeraL DreaMs), but there are simply so many badly written 'falling into M-E' fanfics out there! Anyway, please review.
Thanks ~ E.D.
