Well this is a story about a girl who finds a beautiful sword at a yard sale. It is Gandalf's and when she was watching LOTR got transported to Middle earth. She has mysterious powers that let her change race and also she has powers that she could not even comprehend. Anyway I hope ya like it! I am currently re-writing everything, so it is not so mediocre. I shall try not to make her a sue! T.T
Muses: SHE DOESN'T OWN LOTR
Marie woke up on Sunday with a happy heart, but she didn't know why she was so light and peppy. Normally she was ready to kill the entire Human Race in the mornings. She got up and stretched her lean frame, rubbing her green eyes and trudging to the bathroom to manage her sleep muddled red hair. Finally after pulling on a black shirt and jeans, as well as munching on a piece of toast; Marie got on her bike and pedaled out of her house. As she went around her neighborhood for her morning exercise before going about her day, she saw that a yard sale was going on.
Now Marie was a scrounger, she liked going to yard sales and antique shops, looking for some treasure amidst all that other unusable junk. She still had several hours before she had to go to work, so she clenched down on the brakes, and dismounted her bike, before walking it over to the lawn. The whole thing was run by an old man Marie recognized, but never really talked to. There were several tables filled with the usual odds and ends; things like salt shakers with no match of pepper, Broken Wind chimes, old crystal figurines slightly chipped. (Marie bought a Dragon one for 15 dollars) She kept perusing about, and as she lifted a China doll in a lace dress away to examine it up close, she got a bright glare in her eyes. Frowning, she sent her gaze to the table where a piece of steel seemed to be the cause of it. She moved a few knickknacks out of the way and pulled it to the top, wincing as she felt a sharp edge slice her finger. As she put the injured digit into her mouth, she examined her find.
The sword was very long, around 48 inches if Marie had to take a wild guess. It was thick, but honed sharp on both edges, a fact that is was taken care of quite nicely. The grip was an antique leather, and the cross guard seemed to be inscribed with runes. She turned it over gently in her hands. This sword was familiar. She took a glance at the Runes. They were a form of Elvish, the script she had only seen in one place. The Lord of the Rings. Marie gulped and covertly looked around before quietly hitting it upon the table's metal edge. A metallic ring confirmed its authenticity. She dug around for its sheath, unearthing the old leather and encasing the blade in it before walking over to the old man.
"How much?" Marie asked him and handing the sword to him.
He turned to her and smiled a mischievous twinkling in his eye. "Ah, yes I was wondering when this would come up to see me. I suppose I could part with it for two-hundred dollars."
Marie gave him an incredulous look. '200 dollars?! It is a fair deal but I don't have that much money!' "200 dollars?! It isn't even a real sword! This metal is covering plastic! It will not sharpen and is obviously on the verge of breaking."
He looked around before grinning, "Really? You don't say."
Marie nodded, before sighing. "Alright, it really is a great and marvelous sword that I would do anything to have, but all I have on me right now is thirty dollars."
He sighed, scratching at his chin stubble thoughtfully. "Well I suppose I have no use for it anymore. You may have it for thirty." Marie almost jumped for joy but the old man pinned her with a glare. "This sword is very special to me, take care of it and do not lose it whatever you do!"
She nodded somberly. "I would never do anything but cherish this sword sir. That you can trust me with." She handed him the money and raced home on her bike.
Marie set the sword on the sofa gently as she put in the Fellowship of the Ring. She held it in her lap as she watched it with keen interest. As the first scene drew to a close however, she hugged the sword close and leaned back, her head on a pillow. Within Minutes she was sound asleep. Or so she thought.
I hope that wasn't too pathetic or Mary-sue ish. I'm trying to avoid that at all costs.
I would really appreciate you all's opinion so read and review!
