Disclaimer: I Don't own LotR. But I just HAD to write this. In most Mary
sues, They're usually humans or elves, sometimes even Hobbits. But . .
.What about being a Dwarf? Heh heh heh. JRR Tolkien would probably be
spinning in his grave if he knew I was writing this. So Please don't sue
the poor broke student.
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I sit in front of her computer and stare at the blank screen. I'm supposed to be typing up an English paper on plot and how change of one major point can effect a whole story. "This is STUPID!" The screen flickers in agreement. "What EXACTLY does he want from me anyway?" I rant. I bang my head on the keyboard and wince, closing my eyes. "This has got to be the most imbecilic thing I have ever done."
"I beg your pardon?" I sit up with a jolt and find myself looking at the tunic of a strange person. I look into their face and am met with the most apathetic look I have seen since trying to explain Hamlet to my English class. And to make things worse, it's an elf. "Uhh . . ."
"Of course you are rather unsettled. This is your first time out of Dale." I spin around, and come face to, stomach with "Gandalf?!" The kindly face smiles down on me and I blink. {I should be up to his shoulder at least.} There is a cough from behind me and I turn back to the elf "That's neither here nor there. Your rooms are these. You will be sent for when the council convenes." "Wait, What?" But he's gone before I can finish my sentence. "I expect great things from you Kibilzaram." I don't even have to turn to know that Gandalf is gone. I scrunch up my nose and attempt to recall what little I know of the middle Earth languages.
{It's not Orcish. Which is pretty much a given.} I wander in to the room the rather unenthusiastic elf had pointed out. {But it sounds NOTHING at all like Elvish, and I'm pretty certain it's not a hobbit language.} I stop as I am confronted with what, to most people would be a full length mirror. But it is twice my height, and my reflection is nothing like the average height, and weight me I usually see. A short and sturdy body, with broad shoulders and muscle bulk. Jet black hair pulled back, bright twinkling green eyes, and a silky beard that is in a braid. I can FEEL that I'm still female, but you wouldn't think it to look at me. "A DWARF?!" the words are out before I can stop them and in a voice I wouldn't know as my own. It's a rich and throaty tenor, much unlike my normal rough alto. I clap a hand over my mouth and peek out the door to see if anyone had heard me. Not seeing anyone I quickly shut the door and make my way over to the bed. Which comes up to my shoulder. "Dumb Elves, couldn't put me in a room with a bed I could get into without making a fool of myself." I blink, then groan. (Goddess help me. I'm even starting to SOUND like a dwarf . . . well I mean . . .TALK like one I already sound like one.)
A knock startles me out of my grumbling and I trot to the door and open it slightly. "Yes?" "The council starts soon we should be going." I blink and open the door fully. "Gimli?" he looks a bit perplexed, "Yes?" (OhmigodifIendupgoingwiththefellowshipIamseriouslygoingtoripsomebodiesthroat out) "Sorry, Just a little surprised, I would have thought you'd already be there." "I would have been but Father insisted that I help you find your way." I blink but he is already walking down the hallway. "Well excuuuuuse ME mister snooty pants." I mutter as I quickly shut the door behind me and follow after. As I walk the murky depths of my memory stir and I recall the few dwarvish words I know. (Silver pool? My name means Silver pool? Good Grief.) We emerge into the bright daylight and I do what I usually do, put my hands up and hiss, "The light! It burns!" It occurs to me as I'm standing there, that this ISN'T my world and that I am NOT human. I quickly look around praying no one saw me, but my hopes are dashed as I am greeted by the amused gaze of none other then Gloin.
"Oh dear." He chuckles and claps me on the back. "It's good to see that young people have a sense of humor." I grin sheepishly. "Well I was so busy following Gimli I wasn't really prepared for the . . . illumination." He sighs and motions for me to walk with him. "You must forgive my son. He's spent so long among the men he has no inkling of how to deal with the fairer of our species." I cheer inwardly {YES! Someone who knows I'm a Girl! Well, Gimli knows and Gandalf but they're probably the only ones.} "It's alright. I understand. My mother told me that; 'Men have no concept of manners until their Wives beat it into them.' I think that rings fairly true." To my surprise this startles a hearty laugh out of the aged Dwarf. "Yes Arensala always did say that men were filthy creatures. But she married Galeran all the same."
We are not the last to enter the circle of seats but we are definitely not among the first. I look at the chairs and realize, that I am a little shorter then Gimli. Ignoring the subtle stares I'm getting I put my back against my seat and hop backwards. I'm on Gloin's left, putting me next to the last member of the Mirkwood delegation who haughtily ignores me. I shrug, he's just an elf, and the only members of their species worth looking at are Elrond, Haldir and Legolas. And since I'm currently a dwarf I probably don't stand a chance. The latecomers arrive and Elrond stands, "Strangers from distant lands, friends of old, you have been summoned here to answer the threat of Mordor. Middle Earth stands upon the brink of destruction. You will unite, or you will fall."
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AN: Since all the English majors post here I have done as suggested. I think. And I would have it book based if I hadn't lost my copy, while writing this but I assure chapter 3 onward will be book based.
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I sit in front of her computer and stare at the blank screen. I'm supposed to be typing up an English paper on plot and how change of one major point can effect a whole story. "This is STUPID!" The screen flickers in agreement. "What EXACTLY does he want from me anyway?" I rant. I bang my head on the keyboard and wince, closing my eyes. "This has got to be the most imbecilic thing I have ever done."
"I beg your pardon?" I sit up with a jolt and find myself looking at the tunic of a strange person. I look into their face and am met with the most apathetic look I have seen since trying to explain Hamlet to my English class. And to make things worse, it's an elf. "Uhh . . ."
"Of course you are rather unsettled. This is your first time out of Dale." I spin around, and come face to, stomach with "Gandalf?!" The kindly face smiles down on me and I blink. {I should be up to his shoulder at least.} There is a cough from behind me and I turn back to the elf "That's neither here nor there. Your rooms are these. You will be sent for when the council convenes." "Wait, What?" But he's gone before I can finish my sentence. "I expect great things from you Kibilzaram." I don't even have to turn to know that Gandalf is gone. I scrunch up my nose and attempt to recall what little I know of the middle Earth languages.
{It's not Orcish. Which is pretty much a given.} I wander in to the room the rather unenthusiastic elf had pointed out. {But it sounds NOTHING at all like Elvish, and I'm pretty certain it's not a hobbit language.} I stop as I am confronted with what, to most people would be a full length mirror. But it is twice my height, and my reflection is nothing like the average height, and weight me I usually see. A short and sturdy body, with broad shoulders and muscle bulk. Jet black hair pulled back, bright twinkling green eyes, and a silky beard that is in a braid. I can FEEL that I'm still female, but you wouldn't think it to look at me. "A DWARF?!" the words are out before I can stop them and in a voice I wouldn't know as my own. It's a rich and throaty tenor, much unlike my normal rough alto. I clap a hand over my mouth and peek out the door to see if anyone had heard me. Not seeing anyone I quickly shut the door and make my way over to the bed. Which comes up to my shoulder. "Dumb Elves, couldn't put me in a room with a bed I could get into without making a fool of myself." I blink, then groan. (Goddess help me. I'm even starting to SOUND like a dwarf . . . well I mean . . .TALK like one I already sound like one.)
A knock startles me out of my grumbling and I trot to the door and open it slightly. "Yes?" "The council starts soon we should be going." I blink and open the door fully. "Gimli?" he looks a bit perplexed, "Yes?" (OhmigodifIendupgoingwiththefellowshipIamseriouslygoingtoripsomebodiesthroat out) "Sorry, Just a little surprised, I would have thought you'd already be there." "I would have been but Father insisted that I help you find your way." I blink but he is already walking down the hallway. "Well excuuuuuse ME mister snooty pants." I mutter as I quickly shut the door behind me and follow after. As I walk the murky depths of my memory stir and I recall the few dwarvish words I know. (Silver pool? My name means Silver pool? Good Grief.) We emerge into the bright daylight and I do what I usually do, put my hands up and hiss, "The light! It burns!" It occurs to me as I'm standing there, that this ISN'T my world and that I am NOT human. I quickly look around praying no one saw me, but my hopes are dashed as I am greeted by the amused gaze of none other then Gloin.
"Oh dear." He chuckles and claps me on the back. "It's good to see that young people have a sense of humor." I grin sheepishly. "Well I was so busy following Gimli I wasn't really prepared for the . . . illumination." He sighs and motions for me to walk with him. "You must forgive my son. He's spent so long among the men he has no inkling of how to deal with the fairer of our species." I cheer inwardly {YES! Someone who knows I'm a Girl! Well, Gimli knows and Gandalf but they're probably the only ones.} "It's alright. I understand. My mother told me that; 'Men have no concept of manners until their Wives beat it into them.' I think that rings fairly true." To my surprise this startles a hearty laugh out of the aged Dwarf. "Yes Arensala always did say that men were filthy creatures. But she married Galeran all the same."
We are not the last to enter the circle of seats but we are definitely not among the first. I look at the chairs and realize, that I am a little shorter then Gimli. Ignoring the subtle stares I'm getting I put my back against my seat and hop backwards. I'm on Gloin's left, putting me next to the last member of the Mirkwood delegation who haughtily ignores me. I shrug, he's just an elf, and the only members of their species worth looking at are Elrond, Haldir and Legolas. And since I'm currently a dwarf I probably don't stand a chance. The latecomers arrive and Elrond stands, "Strangers from distant lands, friends of old, you have been summoned here to answer the threat of Mordor. Middle Earth stands upon the brink of destruction. You will unite, or you will fall."
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AN: Since all the English majors post here I have done as suggested. I think. And I would have it book based if I hadn't lost my copy, while writing this but I assure chapter 3 onward will be book based.