Twisted Reality
By: DDR Freak
Chapter One—I Feel So Alone
I was at my computer, working on a fanfiction. It was a bit strange, and I wasn't sure of what I was writing, but I hoped it would turn out for the best in the end. It was about a girl, a girl more beautiful than any girl should be, gets transported to Middle-earth...
She was named Raineilantieananaliethia Starsong, and she found out that she was the princess of the Forest of Moonsong…
She was called Rain, and she joined the Fellowship as its tenth Walker…
Wait. That doesn't sound right. I thought. Naturally Nine…
I couldn't stop writing it, no matter how hard I tried. The Story went on and on. Rain made Legolas and Aragorn fight over her… She somehow became an Istar…
I didn't know what was happening. It was as though another force was controlling me, forcing me to do as it wished. No matter how much my mind protested, I was trapped, locked into my body.
What…what…no! No! It's not right!
With a great force of will, I wrenched my hands back from the keyboard. They stung. They felt as though they had been asleep. When I looked down at them, their color was a raw red…
I felt a presence. It was malevolent, that I knew, but it concealed its true colors under a mask of perfection… It had directed its malevolence at me. Fear crept into my mind, and I was afraid for my life. I didn't know what was going on, I was confused.
Then, there was a puff of smoke from my computer, and it went blank. A figure stretched up from it, a figure of a beautiful girl, with hair the color of silver, and eyes that flashed with a golden light…
Then, for a brief, fleeting moment, I saw her as she really was. She was twisted, bent, and constantly shifting. Her face was a mutilated mass that seethed, its colors changing and blending. Then, her mask was replaced… and I felt the strangest sensation of slipping away.
I landed on something cold, something white.
"Snow?" I cried in disbelief. It had been midsummer when I was in my house. Apparently I was mistaken somehow. Or so I thought.
I shivered in my thin plaid pajamas and long black socks. I looked around me, and tried to find something, anything, besides snow. I was rewarded with a dark, lifeless tundra of snow and ice.
I was terrified. The malevolent presence returned, and I felt it. It was bent on me, regarding me with a cold attention that chilled me more than the snow. Suddenly, there was a sound of rushing wind. I stood, frozen with terror. At the last second, I jerked to the right. A sharp gust of wind burst past me, blowing my short hair in my face. I looked over my shoulder, and saw the beautiful girl again. Her hair flowed like water behind her, and her eyes were cold with hatred. There was only one thing for me to do. I ran.
The girl pursued me. I heard her rush behind me, her footsteps barely touching the snow. Then, I tripped over something half-buried in the snow. It was the luckiest fall I ever took. At that last moment, the girl had lunged at me, and would have grabbed me. As it was, the girl blew past, and turned sharply in midair.
The thing I had fallen over sat up suddenly. His hair was a dark brown; his clothes were forest-colors. Standing up swiftly, he drew a bow and arrow. The girl drew back slightly in shock. Then, bracing herself, she lunged at the man. The arrow was loosed from the bow, and it wasn't even a blur in the air. In an instant, the arrow sunk into the girl's stomach, and even the feather disappeared into her.
Her cry pierced the air. There was a rip in the air, and she disappeared into it. That horrible cry still lingered.
I looked up at my rescuer. His face was fair, fair and terrible at the same time. There was a light in his blue eyes. He slung his bow over his shoulder, and then knelt down beside me. He spoke to me in a strange, beautiful language. I must have seemed confused, because he repeated what he said in another language. It was spoken with less fluency than the other. I still could not understand a word of it; all I knew was that it was as fair and terrible as he.
"Who are you?" he asked in a slow voice. It was strange, almost as though he were speaking a language that I had known before I had known anything. It was so easy to understand that I didn't need to think about it. Whenever I did think about it, the language would come less easily. It all made no sense.
"Kat," I murmured, embarrassed for no reason. "Who…are you?"
"I am Legolas," he said in a soothing, calm voice. I stared into his face. It was nothing like the Legolas from the movies I had seen.
Legolas helped me up. I stumbled slightly, and was very conscious of it. I was never exceptionally graceful, and it seemed much more apparent next to the perfect balance that Legolas had.
"What was that thing that attacked me?" I asked softly. Legolas's eyes clouded with utmost hatred.
"It is known as a 'Mary-Sue'," he replied. "It is the reason, so I would think, that you and I have come here."
I nodded, but I couldn't fully comprehend what damage was being done. We had to sleep out in the snow that night, since there was nothing on that cold plain. Sleep was long in coming, and was fitful when it did come.
[A/N- I don't own Lord of the Rings. All I own is the weird make-shift world Legolas and Kat are dropped into.]