Disclaimer: None of the LOTR characters are mine, they're Tolkien's a
genuninely great writer. My character, an Australian school girl from
Sydney (I picked Sydney because I figured most Americans are really bad at
world geography, as bad as they are at world politics) is named Sandy (yes,
like Sandy from Grease) who is a revolutionary chic who loathes popular
culture, especially soapies, popular clothes stores and most fashion
statements.Most auxilary characters are mine too. If you haven't heard of
them before, it's probably mine.
Well, where to begin? I decided to write this story due to my frustrations with LOTR fanfics. Please, Aragorn and Legolas are not gay, neither are Sam and Frodo, nor are Merry and Pippin. Leave the hobbits alone, k? Hobbits are cute, I love all Fellowship members, except for Gimli because he's a dwarf and has a beard, and Gandalf because he's old and also has a beard. I will share a secret with you *winks* I frequently have sexual fantasies about Legolas, Aragorn and the Hobbits, sometimes with more then one of them at a time. *rolls around on the floor laughing hysterically* ; ) Bbbwwwaaaahhhhaahhh....I love scaring people, I'm not gay, just an appreciative member of the female teen race, but seriously here is my story.
It begins with an ordinary high school girl, on a day that is relatively ordinary. Yep that's me down there lying on my bed. Ordinary beyond belief, and soooo boring.Responsible eldest child of two happily married people, sibling to a pair of bitchy sisters and an obnoxious brother, living a supposedly happy middle class life. Something is going to happen to make it a lot less boring. I am reading the seriously fab novel by Tolkien, "The Hobbit" starring Bilbo Baggins of the Shire. Ah, Hobbits. My discman is playing "The Lord of the Rings" soundtrack, and I recently watched the movie several times. It just keeps getting better every time! How can you not love Elijah Wood, as a Hobbit or as himself? But Legolas only looks good as Legolas, sorry! The whole movie is a drool fest, I think. Aragorn too is yummy, but to get back to the story...
I have changed out of my uniform, which is really really bad because I go to a Catholic all girls high, and yes, there is a straw boater as part of summer uniform. It is summer down here in Australia, haha all you Americans and Europeans! It is gorgeously hot and I am dressed in my zip off cargos and a singlet top, which is electric blue. Contrary to popular fashion, *none* of my under wear is showing. Except for my bra straps, and they don't count. And it is not a tank top, or a boob tube, nor a peasant style frilly lace covered abomination.
This whole peasant style thing is seriously overrated, I mean really stop and think about who peasants were. They were poor people, farming people, virtual property at some stages in history. They bred like rabbits and died as quickly. If I was a peasant, I sure as hell wouldn't be wearing designer clothing. I would be wearing rags, grimy ones. Maybe bloody ones, as medicine wasn't too good back then either.
My beautiful cat, a non breed or a moggie jumps onto my bed. She is my darling baby girl but is called by members of my family and friends 'the psyoctic killer attack cat'. They don't appreciate her love for me that's all. She is very protective, and has drawn blood on several occasions. One child in my neighbourhood runs screaming away from her. She is actually rather small for a domestic cat which is why I am so suprised that she can cause so much fear and devastation. She is about a year old, a calico and I rescued her from the pound. Her name is Missy, which can be attributed to my mother. She walks across my bed and lies across my stomach purring loudly. I scratch her ears and continue reading.
I enjoy reading, especially fantasy and science fiction novels. I really shouldn't be reading as it is year 11 prelims, but I'm bored. I'm sick of studying. Bilbo is tricking Gollum out of the Ring, using all those strange riddles. I mean really, what's in my pocket?! But it works, so who am I to quibble with Tolkien's magnificent stories? Anyways, I was happily reading about Gollum being tricked out of the Ring for about the fiftieth time when the air fuzzed around me and my comfortably messy bedroom disappeared. My cat didn't notice anything, but really did you expect her to? She is a cat, one of the smartest types of animals alive, but still just a cat! My bedroom, with its large bookcase, walk in robe, computer, stereo system and other assorted furniture disappeared to be replaced by an outdoors scene at night, complete with campfire, trees and insects.
The first thing I heard was 'Gandalf, I thought you knew what the #### you were doing! What the hell is this, a bed?! And who the #### is that?!'
Obviously, my arrival here was as unexpected as my departure by me... Or to quote Rove McMannus 'What the?!'
Do ya like it, huh, do ya? Well, I like it so ner! *Sticks tounge out at disapproving people* Please R+R as I like encouragement, doesn't every one? Sandy, yes, she is white and I'm sorry if that is not politically correct, oops, culturally acceptable. I write about characters I understand, and I am not a member of a minority. I don't want to offend them either by getting something wrong either. *Laughs hysterically* If you knew me in life, you would know that I am evil anyway.
Well, where to begin? I decided to write this story due to my frustrations with LOTR fanfics. Please, Aragorn and Legolas are not gay, neither are Sam and Frodo, nor are Merry and Pippin. Leave the hobbits alone, k? Hobbits are cute, I love all Fellowship members, except for Gimli because he's a dwarf and has a beard, and Gandalf because he's old and also has a beard. I will share a secret with you *winks* I frequently have sexual fantasies about Legolas, Aragorn and the Hobbits, sometimes with more then one of them at a time. *rolls around on the floor laughing hysterically* ; ) Bbbwwwaaaahhhhaahhh....I love scaring people, I'm not gay, just an appreciative member of the female teen race, but seriously here is my story.
It begins with an ordinary high school girl, on a day that is relatively ordinary. Yep that's me down there lying on my bed. Ordinary beyond belief, and soooo boring.Responsible eldest child of two happily married people, sibling to a pair of bitchy sisters and an obnoxious brother, living a supposedly happy middle class life. Something is going to happen to make it a lot less boring. I am reading the seriously fab novel by Tolkien, "The Hobbit" starring Bilbo Baggins of the Shire. Ah, Hobbits. My discman is playing "The Lord of the Rings" soundtrack, and I recently watched the movie several times. It just keeps getting better every time! How can you not love Elijah Wood, as a Hobbit or as himself? But Legolas only looks good as Legolas, sorry! The whole movie is a drool fest, I think. Aragorn too is yummy, but to get back to the story...
I have changed out of my uniform, which is really really bad because I go to a Catholic all girls high, and yes, there is a straw boater as part of summer uniform. It is summer down here in Australia, haha all you Americans and Europeans! It is gorgeously hot and I am dressed in my zip off cargos and a singlet top, which is electric blue. Contrary to popular fashion, *none* of my under wear is showing. Except for my bra straps, and they don't count. And it is not a tank top, or a boob tube, nor a peasant style frilly lace covered abomination.
This whole peasant style thing is seriously overrated, I mean really stop and think about who peasants were. They were poor people, farming people, virtual property at some stages in history. They bred like rabbits and died as quickly. If I was a peasant, I sure as hell wouldn't be wearing designer clothing. I would be wearing rags, grimy ones. Maybe bloody ones, as medicine wasn't too good back then either.
My beautiful cat, a non breed or a moggie jumps onto my bed. She is my darling baby girl but is called by members of my family and friends 'the psyoctic killer attack cat'. They don't appreciate her love for me that's all. She is very protective, and has drawn blood on several occasions. One child in my neighbourhood runs screaming away from her. She is actually rather small for a domestic cat which is why I am so suprised that she can cause so much fear and devastation. She is about a year old, a calico and I rescued her from the pound. Her name is Missy, which can be attributed to my mother. She walks across my bed and lies across my stomach purring loudly. I scratch her ears and continue reading.
I enjoy reading, especially fantasy and science fiction novels. I really shouldn't be reading as it is year 11 prelims, but I'm bored. I'm sick of studying. Bilbo is tricking Gollum out of the Ring, using all those strange riddles. I mean really, what's in my pocket?! But it works, so who am I to quibble with Tolkien's magnificent stories? Anyways, I was happily reading about Gollum being tricked out of the Ring for about the fiftieth time when the air fuzzed around me and my comfortably messy bedroom disappeared. My cat didn't notice anything, but really did you expect her to? She is a cat, one of the smartest types of animals alive, but still just a cat! My bedroom, with its large bookcase, walk in robe, computer, stereo system and other assorted furniture disappeared to be replaced by an outdoors scene at night, complete with campfire, trees and insects.
The first thing I heard was 'Gandalf, I thought you knew what the #### you were doing! What the hell is this, a bed?! And who the #### is that?!'
Obviously, my arrival here was as unexpected as my departure by me... Or to quote Rove McMannus 'What the?!'
Do ya like it, huh, do ya? Well, I like it so ner! *Sticks tounge out at disapproving people* Please R+R as I like encouragement, doesn't every one? Sandy, yes, she is white and I'm sorry if that is not politically correct, oops, culturally acceptable. I write about characters I understand, and I am not a member of a minority. I don't want to offend them either by getting something wrong either. *Laughs hysterically* If you knew me in life, you would know that I am evil anyway.