Author's Note:  Read and Enjoy

Disclaimer:  I am poor and I own nothing except the Mary Sue.

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Whenever I go shopping (which is everyday) I always buy a new dress; which means that I automatically need a new pair shoes, earrings, a purse and other accessories to match.  I mean . . . I can never not match in a non-stylish way.

Sometimes when I shop it is a challenge to find perfect matches for my dress, but luckily I have several connections that can hook me up with the latest trends.  Yeah I must admit, most people aren't as fortunate as me, but the connections I have take a lot of work for me to maintain properly and most commoners/non-socialites/poor people do not know what I go through to make all of my associates happy.

After I go shopping, I usually go to a spa to relax.  At the spa I always meet up with my friends; their names are Paris, Nicky, Nicole and Tara.  Maybe you've heard of them.

So anyways . . . the spa is the place to catch up on the lasted gossip, talk about our recent purchases and plan out what club or party we are going to hop to next.  Most of which are VIP only, but we always get invited.

My life isn't a walk in the park either, I mean, I have a REAL job.  Just recently, I scored a spot on a new television show on the Sci Fi channel called Center of The Universe.  It's a show about a group of people who have supernatural powers and they all fight different injustices in a scientific faraway future.  I know, I know . . .  it sounds stupid, but it's a really cool show.  My supernatural power is spatial awareness, empathy and superhuman strength (but not too super).  My character is sooo badass; she doesn't take any crap from anybody-it's either her way or the highway.  She also knows all sorts of different types kung fu and ju jit jsu and stuff.  She is so cool!

No matter what anybody says I got the job fair and square.  I went to the auditions and waited to be called like everyone else.  Having an important father did not persuade the casting director to put me to perform in the show.  As a matter of fact, my father almost had a cow and was just seconds away from calling the producer of the show when he found out that I was working and making a living for myself.

When he confronted me about the dangers of working in Hollywood I was like "Um hello . . . I'm 21, I think I can make my own decisions.  Thank you."  Then I asked him for a new credit card because the one he gave me earlier that month maxed out.

Ok, enough about me, let's now talk about my situation.  I am currently lying in a really soft bed and I don't have a clue as to where I am.  That doesn't make sense does it?  But I am absolutely sure that I am not in California or in any of my usual haunts, so I think someone kidnapped me.

I had a weird dream though.  I dreamt that I was walking through a really, really long hallway.  It didn't seem to end, but for some reason I kept walking.  After a while I began to get tired and I think that I fell asleep, but is that possible?  To fall asleep in a dream?  Oh well, the next thing I know I was in front of two people, well they seemed to be people, but they gave off an aura of greatness or something like that.  Okay here it goes:

So I am standing in front of these two 'beings' while they visually scrutinize me.  This makes me uneasy and after what seems to be a few minutes I finally speak up.

"Um . . . what do you two use to wash your hair?  I mean it is sooo shiny.  I bet that it's something from Luis Fratello; otherwise I would have heard of it.  From the first moment I met him I knew . . ."

"Silence!"

" . . . that he didn't like me."  I finish my sentence in a whisper, really kind of indifferent to the outburst the royal type guy made.

The two people sitting in front of me seem to be royalty.  They are sitting on a thrown, but their clothes are like nothing like I have ever seen.  The guy is wearing a frock with tights and the woman is wearing a muumuu with a low cut neckline and bell shaped sleeves.  In all of my days in Los Angeles, I have never seen such atrocious tastes in fashion.

But the fabric looks nice and I bet it's soft.  It also seems to be glowing.  Oooh I want some! Okay . . . Louisa May Davis stay focused.  The guy is about to open his mouth and say something important, so pay attention.

"Hear me this child, your short mortal life has come to an end.  However, unlike many of your kind, you have both Eru's and Manwë's favor."

Ok, I am confused, what the hell is he talking about?

"Ilúvatar has smiled upon you and yet I do not know why."  Geez am I that bad of a person?  "You have been granted a favor from Eru and it may not be his last."  The man pauses from his speech to stare me down.  I suddenly feel very self-conscience, not because this guy I a major meanie but because this guy is a major hottie.  His looks even put Brad Pitt to shame.  I almost melt under his harsh scrutiny.

"Well, what say you?!"  He yells taking me out of my lovely daydream of him and Brad Pitt licking whipped cream off of every inch of my young and recently tanned body.  But let's get back to the present . . .

Dude this guy has a major attitude problem.  I don't know about you, but I still don't have a clue about what's going on.

"Ok so explain in depth about this favor that I am granted," I say calmly, trying to sound as smart and professional as I can.

"Are you daft, child?  Eru has granted you pardon; you may live a life any life that you so choose."

"So that means that Earoo is like a Jeanie and he is granting me a wish to do whatever I want?" If I am right, then I know exactly what I want.

"I suppose," He gives me a sharp quizzing look then turns to his companion and they converse quickly.  When they are done, he turns back to me and nods his head gracefully.

"Sweet!" I think out loud while rubbing my palms together. "Tell me . . ." I start then realize that I don't know these people's names. "Um before I go any further what are your names?"

"Does it . . ." His mate cuts him off by holding her hand up.

"My name, dear child is Vairë and this is Námo," she tilts her head, I guess out of curiosity and motions for me to continue.

"Tell me Vairë and Námo, have you ever heard of a television show called Center of The Universe?"

And I swear to Jesus that, that's all I remember.

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More to Come