Salutations everyone and welcome to "With breeches a blue." And if you're thinking this story sounds like a Mary-Sue, that because it probably is one. But wait and let me explain myself! I define a "Mary-Sue" story as any girl suddenly appearing into Middle Earth. The key word in the previous sentence is "any girl." I don't care if they are the perfect kind that falls in love with Legolas or the edgy emo kind; the bottom line is that they are still Mary-Sues.
Now with that being said, I hope to make this story as realistic as possible. Mary-Sues can be fun to read, if well written (again hopefully that will be this story). I think everyone imagines themselves amongst the Fellowship or some fantastic place in Middle Earth.
Anyways, my name is not J.R.R Tolkien, so it's safe to assume that I don't own Lord of the Rings. I do however own my character Diya (and that's got to count for something, right?).
'Come on and open your eyes,' Diya thought to herself. She gave a little huff and slowly began to move. As her hands touched the ground, panic began to arouse in her. The ground was made of dirt and Diya was not by any dirt when she last remembered. 'But where was I a few moments ago?…I can only remember up till this morning…I was home, but I left to go some place…what was the name of that place? Argh!' Diya's thoughts raced in her mind as she finally sat up and opened her eyes.
br
Opening her eyes didn't alleviate the panic state Diya was in. Here eyes grew to the size of saucers as she took in the scenery. 'So many trees! Are those holly trees? Is that a mountain range back there? What the crap?! Where am I?' Diya questioned. Her stream of thoughts was suddenly interpreted when a cool metal came in contact with her throat. "I would not move if I was you," a deep calm, yet threatening, voice said.
br
Diya froze and did not move, but she managed to briefly steal a glance at her assailant. Her eyes are not as good without her glasses, but she could tell that her attacker was a very tall and lean middle age man with a stern pale face and shaggy dark hair. She also noticed that the cool metal against her throat was his sword. "Who are you?" he demanded. "I….I….," Diya was obviously to frighten to answer. "Speak!" he barked at her. "Diya!" she whispered.
br
The man resheathed his sword back into his scabbard. "You are a woman," he stated. Diya cocked her head back a little and threw him a quick glare. 'Of course I'm a woman! Can't he tell? So I don't have any hair, but you still should tell that I'm a girl,' she thought as she touched her bald head that was wrapped in a green scarf. "She still could be a spy! She has the looks of one from Near Harad," a new voiced bellowed from behind Diya.
br
Diya turned to realize there was another man in her presence. This man was further away, but she could tell that he was also tall and dark like the assailant, but the one that accused her of being a spy was more muscular. The muscular man walked to the lean one and glared down at Diya. 'Oh God! Two guys who can easily kill me! Oh God help me please!' Diya thought as she pulled her knees to her chest. "Is that true?" questioned the lean man, "Are you from Harad?"
br
Diya looked at the two men confused and slowly replied, "No I am not. I do not even know where Harad is." The muscular man laughed mockingly and said, "Mistress Diya, if do not hail from Harad, then where pray tell?" Diya meekly replied "New York." The lean man frowned. 'I guess he didn't like that answer,' she thought.
br
"So you do not know where Harad is, but do you know where you are now?" the lean man questioned again. Diya briefly looked around her surrounds as if she were doubling checking before she spoke. "No, where are we then?" Both men glared at her, but the lean one replied, "Hollin." "Pardon?" Diya shot back. "We are in Hollin or Eregion. It was a kingdom of the Noldorin Elves and is located near the West Gate of Khazad-dûm under the shadow of the Misty Mountains," he informed her. Apparently this information confused her even further; a blank stare was what she gave him in return.
br
The muscular man gave her an impatient look and asked "Well Mistress, if you do not know where you are, then how did you get here?" he almost instantly regretted asking the question when she began to cry. "I do not know!" she wailed.
br
Diya always cries when she flustered, which at the age of 23, does not serve her a well in the work world. "I can not remember anything! I just want to go home!" she continued. "Poor dear, you men frighten her. Can you not see that she curled into a ball and shaking," a masculine, yet unearthly, voice chimed in.
br
Before Diya stood another tall lean man, yet this one was glowing. 'How odd,' she thought. She also took note that this man had long blonde hair and carried a bow on his back. 'A bow? What? Wait, all three of these guys are dressed like it is the dark ages…wait again! The first lean guy said something about this place is near the Misty Mountains and that Noldorin Elves lived here…Sweet mother of pearl! I must be in Middle Earth! No! This can't be real! Ahhhhhhhhhhhh! What I'm going to do! How am I going to get home?' her thoughts began to race again.
br
"Well what do we do with her?" new voice said. The new voice belonged to a short man who wore a hood on this head and an axe was at his side. "Perhaps we should leave her. The lass does look frail and could only slow us down," he continued. Diya was not going to urge with him there; she was frail because she was just finished her treatment of chemotherapy and radiation for her uterine cancer. "I do not wish to join you, but I just want to go home," she replied.
br
"How can we help you go home if you do not even remember how you got here in the first," an old gray wizardry man voiced in. Diya just shrugged her shoulders and said slowly, "I do not know."
br
Before Diya could say anything further to the old man, four small boys approached the rest of the group. But when one of them opened their month, Diya realized that they were not little boys at all. "Look how odd she dresses. I know no hobbit lass would wear breeches, especially blue ones. She must be telling the truth about coming from New York. It sounds like a strange place." "Perhaps you are right Merry," voiced the old man.
br
After realizing that she was in Middle Earth, Diya had a strange feeling that she was in the presence of the Fellowship. After seeing the four hobbits, her guess was conformed. 'Unbelievable! How many times have I thought about meeting the Fellowship. Somebody pinch me I must be dreaming,' Diya thought as she pinched herself. Nope, she was awake and the Fellowship was really in front of her.
br
"Why just can not leave her here. She does not have a faint idea where she is. Let's just take her with us until we reach near some village," said a brown haired hobbit, which Diya assumed was Frodo. The old man Gandalf signed. Diya could tell nobody really wanted her to tag along with them. She really did not blame them either. 'If I was in their shoes I wouldn't trust me either,' she thought.
br
Finally Gandalf spoken, "I think she should come with us. That way, if she is a spy we can keep a close eye on her." The first lean man, which Diya associated to be Aragorn, pinched the bridge on his nose and said, "If Gandalf believes that Mistress Diya should join us, then I will agree with him." Soon the rest of the Fellowship reluctantly agreed that Diya should join them.
br
Diya accepted their invitation to join them, but she had mixed feelings about the decision. On the pro side, she would not be left alone in the woods where God knows what could eat her and she was with the Fellowship, which she has fantasized since she read the books when she was in high school.
br
On the con side, she was in the woods not alone, but with a bunch of men. 'How the hell main I going to go the bathroom without toilet paper? Do I use leaves or water? Because I can use water. Thank you Indian toilets! I'm pretty thankful I don't have to worry about my period because my uterus got remove when I had cancer. Oh great, I forgot about the fact I might throw up some…it's been two weeks since my last chemo treatment. Argh! I have no food, no water, and just the clothes on my back! Dear God, what have I gotten myself into!' Diya thought as she and the rest of the Fellowship marched through Hollin.
br
So what did y'all think? Please review and don't flame. Swearing at me won't help me write a better story.
