The love of a dwarf
Mary Stephanie Anne Rosella watercrest Sue Silverstone was something different. Her eyes were the most stormy gray in existence. Her hair was black like the night, just reaching her neck. She did not like long hair cause the popular girls at her corrupt school had long hair. Stephanie did not like the immature, perverted boys at her school and so tried to avoid them. She did not like her teachers, either because they were like total control freaks. Her parents were tragically murdered when she was a baby, but she survived. She was mostly unscathed, save for a silver scar shaped like a star below her plump, pink lips. She was very sad because of this, and the only thing that could calm her down was the breeze, and the moonlight. The moonlight turned her black tresses silver. A night like this was happening now, and she stood in the moonlight. Tears fell from her stormy eyes. She did not want anyone from her immature, corrupt school seeing her like this, so she only came out at night. She really was a pure, kind girl with a heart of gold. Beside her stood her bigass german shepherd, Darryl, who was the only thing in the world that understood her. Her peace was ruined when her abusive uncle, Belshazzar, called. He adopted her after her parents passed away. Unfortunately, he adopted her older brother, Nathaniel, too. She avoided Nathaniel at school, because he was corrupt, unlike her. She went inside.
She limped into bed, angry tears falling onto her pillow.
The next day, she covered up her bruises, and got dressed into a black t-shirt, and tight blue jeans that showed off her tall, curvy figure. She sighed. "I hope those perverted juveniles don't notice me today."She sighed again, her voice more fair than a Disney princess'.
She dreamt of a most strange thing: she was outside! In a forest. Darryl slept by his mistress. She grinned with pleasure, until she heard a Scottish accent, and a North Irish accent. One was youthful and full of joy, the other ...Youthful and full of joy.
Two young men came into view, one blonde, and one dark, who had thick stubble, whereas the blond had a short beard and a braided mustache. Mary could not help but notice they were very short. And, the dark haired one was very attrac-
'What am I thinking! I don't know this guy!' They both took notice of her, and then wore impish grins on their faces. She looked at them, mouth agape. She had just seen them at the movie theater!
"Who is this, Fíli?" Said the attra- the dark haired one, a most smolde- stupid grin on his face.
"I don't know, Kíli" The blonde replied. The blonde (whose name was apparently Fíli) looked at her, grinning, until he suddenly shouted, "Step away from it, Kíli!" Shouted Fíli. "Why?" Asked Kíli. "Because it is an elf!" He all but screamed.
They shot off into the dark. She stared at them.
She walked for several hours, never stopping, because she is just that tough and just that persistent. As Mary walked through rocky plains, eyes narrowed, hips swinging, she spotted a tiny village.
She reached it. It was dark now, and the village (which was actually Bree) was asleep. She harshly grabbed at some men's clothes that were hanging on whatever you hang clothes on. They were clearly forgotten, as if the Valar intended for her to get them. They did. She was so amazing without realizing it. She walked into the prancing pony, where Butterbur welcomed her kindly ( even though he Obviously wasn't born yet). She was having breakfast the next morning, when all of a sudden an old man in grey approached her. His eyes twinkled.
"Do you mind if I sit here?" He asked. "What do you need, grandpa!?" She yelled. That would have been inappropriate if anyone else would have said that. But she was so pretty and feisty, the wizard forgave her.
"You have a special purpose" He said. She was shocked! So that's why she was in Middle Earth!
"I need you to save the heirs of dúrin" He said. "Why would you choose me? How do you know me!?" She shouted. Nobody noticed her yelling. "You are perfect for the job!" He said, as if that explained everything.
"Why would I be chosen! I am just an average, young, teenage girl!"
Exclaimed Mary.
The wizard looked grave, even though his eyes twinkled a minute earlier.
"I did not choose you. The Valar did. You are the most talented, most interesting, and most extraordinary person in the universe."
Mary gasped! How! She never knew!
The Wizards eyes twinkled. Again.
"Come with me. We will go on a quest, with thirteen dwarves. There will be another member, though, who we will find in the shire."
Mary nodded. "Let's go."