This one is for the FoP and Meethrill. And only FoP people know who Maria
is. But hey, all you really need to know is that she's crazy. Oh, and in
this story, Maria is in no way related to Kate, Tuvok, or anyone else that
some people claim she may be related to. She has a normal (seriously messed
up, but normal) human family. Somehow, she has also been through the Dragon
World. I'm having fun, be quiet.
Disclaimer: I don't own LotR. Get over it. However, I did come up with Maria. Use her if you feel like it; but she's tricky to write. You have to be completely incredible, but know when to back down.
Maria is one of mine. She is insane, aggressively antisocial, and miserable for a lot of reasons that if you go into, she'll do something deadly. Maybe to you. Maybe to someone nearby. But most likely to herself. So just keep your trap shut.
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Maria was just bored. She wasn't _trying_ to get into some messed up world with people with EARS, okay?
She was in a forest without a tent or a knife, and there was a guy who said he was an elf pointing a bow at her. This was okay. I mean, she was Maria. But that the guy being hot? That she could not deal with.
"Yeah, yeah, I'm helpless, kill me."
"Who are you?"
"Just consider me your worst nightmare's little sister. Would you point that thing somewhere else?"
He lowered his bow. It made her a lot happier; she had seen bows before. She had actually taken a week of archery, or so, before her mother found out and made her change her schedule. Having divorced parents was nice. "Do you have a name?"
Something made her keep back her real name; what if they'd heard of her? "I'm Anaheit."
"I am Legolas."
"Thrilled to meet you. Were you born with those ears?"
He reaches up inquisitively; they haven't changed to antennae. Not that he knows what antennae are, unless some passing Andorian told him. "They are natural to the species of elves." Something makes him ask, "Are you human?"
"Biologically? Probably. Mentally? Don't bet on it."
"Ah. What are you doing here?"
"Uh . . . well, I was in the forest, and then I was in the wrong forest. It's probably a gamemaster thing."
"?"
"Long story. Random gods control my life to purposes they almost never tell me about. I think it's mostly to see how long it'll take to drive me nuts." It the quiet of her mind, she thinks, to whatever omnipotent being may be listening this time, *Hey. I was starting to fit in there. *
(Audible to Legolas, too) %Take care of her, Elf. She ate too many carrots and got delusions of belonging. %
He stares around. "Who are you?"
% A god. Not yours, but hers. And I say again, don't kill her. % (Leaves.)
Legolas is looking disturbed. "I need to take you to the city, to see what the king thinks of you."
Maria is somewhere else. *Carrots, huh.* "Uh huh."
"We are going now."
"Uh huh." She follows. A few minutes later, "Where are we going?"
"Rivendell."
"Is there a road?"
"Not right here."
"Ah."
They walk in silence.
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How am I doing? Legolas is the only character I really know; I mean, Sam and Frodo . . .
Maria is miserable in this one. She's miserable in all of them, but bear with me. Is anybody reading this? Do I care? Authors, you know this. It's called a story idea. You need to write it and if people read it, that's frosting.
Disclaimer: I don't own LotR. Get over it. However, I did come up with Maria. Use her if you feel like it; but she's tricky to write. You have to be completely incredible, but know when to back down.
Maria is one of mine. She is insane, aggressively antisocial, and miserable for a lot of reasons that if you go into, she'll do something deadly. Maybe to you. Maybe to someone nearby. But most likely to herself. So just keep your trap shut.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Maria was just bored. She wasn't _trying_ to get into some messed up world with people with EARS, okay?
She was in a forest without a tent or a knife, and there was a guy who said he was an elf pointing a bow at her. This was okay. I mean, she was Maria. But that the guy being hot? That she could not deal with.
"Yeah, yeah, I'm helpless, kill me."
"Who are you?"
"Just consider me your worst nightmare's little sister. Would you point that thing somewhere else?"
He lowered his bow. It made her a lot happier; she had seen bows before. She had actually taken a week of archery, or so, before her mother found out and made her change her schedule. Having divorced parents was nice. "Do you have a name?"
Something made her keep back her real name; what if they'd heard of her? "I'm Anaheit."
"I am Legolas."
"Thrilled to meet you. Were you born with those ears?"
He reaches up inquisitively; they haven't changed to antennae. Not that he knows what antennae are, unless some passing Andorian told him. "They are natural to the species of elves." Something makes him ask, "Are you human?"
"Biologically? Probably. Mentally? Don't bet on it."
"Ah. What are you doing here?"
"Uh . . . well, I was in the forest, and then I was in the wrong forest. It's probably a gamemaster thing."
"?"
"Long story. Random gods control my life to purposes they almost never tell me about. I think it's mostly to see how long it'll take to drive me nuts." It the quiet of her mind, she thinks, to whatever omnipotent being may be listening this time, *Hey. I was starting to fit in there. *
(Audible to Legolas, too) %Take care of her, Elf. She ate too many carrots and got delusions of belonging. %
He stares around. "Who are you?"
% A god. Not yours, but hers. And I say again, don't kill her. % (Leaves.)
Legolas is looking disturbed. "I need to take you to the city, to see what the king thinks of you."
Maria is somewhere else. *Carrots, huh.* "Uh huh."
"We are going now."
"Uh huh." She follows. A few minutes later, "Where are we going?"
"Rivendell."
"Is there a road?"
"Not right here."
"Ah."
They walk in silence.
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How am I doing? Legolas is the only character I really know; I mean, Sam and Frodo . . .
Maria is miserable in this one. She's miserable in all of them, but bear with me. Is anybody reading this? Do I care? Authors, you know this. It's called a story idea. You need to write it and if people read it, that's frosting.