DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN ANY LORD OF THE RINGS CHARACTERS. THEY ARE
TOLKIEN'S. (I wish they where mine thought! ^-^). I DO NOT OWN STANFORD
UNIVERSITY. I ONLY OWN RAVEN, LIZ, AND ROY.
Hello everyone^-^ Thanx for reading my fic, this is my first and I hope you like it! It's kinda slow in the beginning, but it does get better. I hope. This is probably a Mary-sue though. Anyway, please R&R so I know my writing isn't in vain. I would like to have at least five reviews before I present the next chapter. All flamers will have buckets of water poured onto their heads, and the flames themselves will be used to warm the homeless, and I think that's all. Enjoy^-^
Eighteen-year old Raven Marr fumbled with the combination to her bike lock. After five or so tries, she was peddling out of Stanford University's parking lot. Half an hour later she opened the door to her flat and stored her bike by the welcome mat. Next, she kicked off her shoes and dragged her backpack to her computer desk. She took out a psychology book and her copy of 'The Lord of the Rings' and placed it by her computer.
Suddenly, the phone rang, and made Raven jump slightly, but soon after the tall young woman answered the phone.
"Hello?" She asked curiously.
"Hey Ray, it's Liz. Do you need a ride to the party?" Liz asked about her annual New Years bash she had planned for the next day.
"Nah, I can walk. But thanks anyway."
"Okay. What are you dressing as?"
"How 'bout an elf?" She answered looking at the large book sitting on her desk.
"You mean the elves from Tolkien and junk?"
"It's not junk!" She said haughtily.
"I know. Yay! You're going to look like that hottie Legolas guy!"
"Whatever you say Liz. Don't you like him for something other than looks, like his character maybe?"
"Uh, no. Do you?"
"I think he's okay. I'm not obsessed over his looks like some people I know though He's just has an interesting character."
"Speaking of being obsessed, guess who's showing up."
"Please don't let it be Roy. Please?" She pleaded.
"Sorry, I couldn't help it. His mom is a friend of the family."
"That's okay. I can avoid the creep if I must. I know it's mean, but so is he. He always screams at people, and he has a 65 IQ. I don't want to date idiots who can't even carry on a decent conversation. And wanna know what else? I can't understand a word he says half the time. I think he has a speech problem."
"Well anyways, did you have a good Christmas?"
"It was okay. I called my parents, but they didn't want to talk. Figures. Oh well, did you?"
"Yep! My mommy and daddy sent me a surfboard! Anyways, seeya Sunday! Have a nice weekend! Goodbye!"
"You too, bye!" Raven said hanging up the phone.
She flicked on the computer and turned on the Internet. 'I need an idea for my costume.' she thought to herself. She pulled up a full picture of an elf and printed it off.
Hundreds of pinpricks, two needles, several meters of fabric, and six hours later, Raven slipped her handy work over her head.
She had fashioned a simple tank-top green dress that ended at her knees, dark green gloves that had the fingers cut out of them and went up just above her elbows, and then something she was most proud of; her hooded cloak. It was the deepest green she used and flowed down almost to the floor with a silver trim. All in all, it was a pretty good-looking traveling elf's outfit.
She smiled at her refection and gave herself a mental pat on the pack, and heard the clock make eleven chiming sounds.
"Time flies when you're havin' fun!" she said cheerily to herself, took off her costume, brushed her waist length silver-blonde hair, and went to sleep.
The next morning, Raven got up and watched the day go by uneventfully until 7:30.
She put on her costume, placed a silver brooch on her cloak, and a silver ring on her finger with a single white gem in the middle. Next, she applied some blush to give a little color to her pale face, and it complemented her deep emerald-green eyes perfectly. Afterwards, she put on a pair of high- heeled leather boots that went almost up to her knees. And for a final touch, she put a pair of fake elf-ears, and took a step out the door.
It was getting dark outside, but the full moon and all the lights from buildings gave off some light to see by in most places. Raven wasn't paying attention to anything going on around her; she was too busy thinking about her favorite book series, when suddenly.
"You have rejected me for the last time, Raven!" a drunken Roy screamed as he unbuckled his seat belt stuck his head out the car window, but Raven could just barley make out what he said due to his speech impediment, "I'm going to KILL you!"
Raven didn't even have time to scream before her body was crushed between metal and brick.
Ooou ahhh. Cliffhanger. I know it was kinda slow, but I didn't just want to start with Raven 'dieing' shall we say and going places all in the same paragraph. Please R&R!
Hello everyone^-^ Thanx for reading my fic, this is my first and I hope you like it! It's kinda slow in the beginning, but it does get better. I hope. This is probably a Mary-sue though. Anyway, please R&R so I know my writing isn't in vain. I would like to have at least five reviews before I present the next chapter. All flamers will have buckets of water poured onto their heads, and the flames themselves will be used to warm the homeless, and I think that's all. Enjoy^-^
Eighteen-year old Raven Marr fumbled with the combination to her bike lock. After five or so tries, she was peddling out of Stanford University's parking lot. Half an hour later she opened the door to her flat and stored her bike by the welcome mat. Next, she kicked off her shoes and dragged her backpack to her computer desk. She took out a psychology book and her copy of 'The Lord of the Rings' and placed it by her computer.
Suddenly, the phone rang, and made Raven jump slightly, but soon after the tall young woman answered the phone.
"Hello?" She asked curiously.
"Hey Ray, it's Liz. Do you need a ride to the party?" Liz asked about her annual New Years bash she had planned for the next day.
"Nah, I can walk. But thanks anyway."
"Okay. What are you dressing as?"
"How 'bout an elf?" She answered looking at the large book sitting on her desk.
"You mean the elves from Tolkien and junk?"
"It's not junk!" She said haughtily.
"I know. Yay! You're going to look like that hottie Legolas guy!"
"Whatever you say Liz. Don't you like him for something other than looks, like his character maybe?"
"Uh, no. Do you?"
"I think he's okay. I'm not obsessed over his looks like some people I know though He's just has an interesting character."
"Speaking of being obsessed, guess who's showing up."
"Please don't let it be Roy. Please?" She pleaded.
"Sorry, I couldn't help it. His mom is a friend of the family."
"That's okay. I can avoid the creep if I must. I know it's mean, but so is he. He always screams at people, and he has a 65 IQ. I don't want to date idiots who can't even carry on a decent conversation. And wanna know what else? I can't understand a word he says half the time. I think he has a speech problem."
"Well anyways, did you have a good Christmas?"
"It was okay. I called my parents, but they didn't want to talk. Figures. Oh well, did you?"
"Yep! My mommy and daddy sent me a surfboard! Anyways, seeya Sunday! Have a nice weekend! Goodbye!"
"You too, bye!" Raven said hanging up the phone.
She flicked on the computer and turned on the Internet. 'I need an idea for my costume.' she thought to herself. She pulled up a full picture of an elf and printed it off.
Hundreds of pinpricks, two needles, several meters of fabric, and six hours later, Raven slipped her handy work over her head.
She had fashioned a simple tank-top green dress that ended at her knees, dark green gloves that had the fingers cut out of them and went up just above her elbows, and then something she was most proud of; her hooded cloak. It was the deepest green she used and flowed down almost to the floor with a silver trim. All in all, it was a pretty good-looking traveling elf's outfit.
She smiled at her refection and gave herself a mental pat on the pack, and heard the clock make eleven chiming sounds.
"Time flies when you're havin' fun!" she said cheerily to herself, took off her costume, brushed her waist length silver-blonde hair, and went to sleep.
The next morning, Raven got up and watched the day go by uneventfully until 7:30.
She put on her costume, placed a silver brooch on her cloak, and a silver ring on her finger with a single white gem in the middle. Next, she applied some blush to give a little color to her pale face, and it complemented her deep emerald-green eyes perfectly. Afterwards, she put on a pair of high- heeled leather boots that went almost up to her knees. And for a final touch, she put a pair of fake elf-ears, and took a step out the door.
It was getting dark outside, but the full moon and all the lights from buildings gave off some light to see by in most places. Raven wasn't paying attention to anything going on around her; she was too busy thinking about her favorite book series, when suddenly.
"You have rejected me for the last time, Raven!" a drunken Roy screamed as he unbuckled his seat belt stuck his head out the car window, but Raven could just barley make out what he said due to his speech impediment, "I'm going to KILL you!"
Raven didn't even have time to scream before her body was crushed between metal and brick.
Ooou ahhh. Cliffhanger. I know it was kinda slow, but I didn't just want to start with Raven 'dieing' shall we say and going places all in the same paragraph. Please R&R!