The Sue-Slayer's adventures in Middle Earth
Authors Note: This is a story I decided to write after thinking for a while on an interesting parody idea. What if there was an original character, being thrown into different universes as if she's been there all along, given nothing that would have her stand out from anyone else in that fandom universe. She is nothing special, yet she manages to come upon some of the most 'interesting' characters who just don't seem to fit her world. And then she watches as each one of those characters are brought right back down to the reality they seemed to be so above.
Disclaimer: I don't own Middle Earth, or any of the creatures or characters that are mentioned in Lord of the Rings, whether from the books or movies. Those belong to their respective creators. I only own Liz and I claim no ownership to the parodies in this story, as they aren't based on anyone in particular but are commonplace enough that I can't say I came up with who they're based on.
She woke up with a huff, letting out a whiny squeal before falling off of the bed. How? Well somehow she'd wound up right on the edge...she was never really a peaceful sleeper. She just moved around too much; she was like a puppy who imagined he was running and wound up rolling all over the floor. Liz sniffed before sitting up with a groan, and rubbing her back. She landed hard that time. Anyways, she had a lot to do today; she would be starting out on a nice long journey. She needed to meet family in Gondor, and she was all the way in Bree! She had a long way to go. And of course no one would miss her. Why not? Well...why would they when she wasn't anything beyond a simple girl in the countryside? She was no great elven queen or beautiful maiden...
Her hair was dark auburn, not a very bright color, considering the lack of material, it looked alright for what she had. It was tied low back. Her eyes were a lighter brown, and her skin was freckled and sunburned from the hours in the fields. She was shorter in stature, pretty thin, but her feet were kind of big for her size. Oh well, she always joked that someone with bigger feet lasted longer in the strong wind than a dainty little girl. Ha ha, she had fun with that one.
Liz would set off today, walking down the dirt path, looking back at the fleeting town of Bree in the distance, getting further and further away as she occasionally looked back. She couldn't' wait to get away from that pigsty! Now it was time for her to see the big city of Minas Tirith! That would be so exciting! Anyways...she'd been walking for hours, before she had come to a clearing. Of course things couldn't be easy for her...she'd forgotton her map! Her map! How smart was that!? She paced around for a bit, where did she leave it? She had wished she'd been better prepared...what kind of self-sufficient person was she? But...she was lucky, for as she dug through her travelling bag again she found th map; it was wedged against the side of the bag, crumpled and slightly torn. Eh, they didn't say she had to be careful with it...it wasn't like it was some great golden treasure.
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Okay thats chapter one, just letting everyone get a feel for Liz, the next chapter is where the fun starts...Liz has her run in with the first on a long line of people she will meet on her trip, and she finds out that sometimes some people are born without any sense of self preservation.