Summary: A young outcast who feels like she has never belonged is involved in a horrible accident... and she finds herself in the one place she may belong. Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Tolkien was an absolute genious, which I am not, so obviously, this stuff ain't mine!
A/N: I know this has been done a million times over, and I've tried once before at this and failed, but I'm going to try to make this as non Mary Suish as possible. Please feel free to flame me all you want, but I'm going to do my best. Any romance that does happen, will happen slowly over the course of the story.
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Valkyrie Braddington attempted to ignore the sneers of disgust from the cheerleaders and the horrible things the jocks said to her as she passed by them, but there was a fire burning in her eyes -a flicker of rage that she was constantley struggling to conatin.
She opened the door to her grafiti covered locker and looked hard into the cracked mirror. Long braven hair streaked with electric violet that hung to her waist was currently tied up in an elegant twist, a style she had grown accustomed to out of habit. Honey colored eyes were covered by contacts. She didn't need the contacts, but they made her eyes look a bright sky blue that was enough to mask most of the emotions that her regular eyes would convey.
"Slut." she heard from one of the preps as they passed and she looked down at her clothes. A tight fitting, purple, tiger print baby tee and a black leather mini skirt. Black lace up boots that came up to her thighs and studs around both wrists, plus a spiked dog collar around her slender, pale neck. She had no problem with her appearance... well, with one thing.
She tightened the purple bandana around her right arm, meant to cover the bruise from where her stupid older brother had hit her... again. She blocked the thought from her mind as another crowd of jocks walked passed, wispering obsceneties among themselves.
She angrily grabbed her books from her locker, slammed it shut and shoved her things into her backpack. She absentmindedly sucked on the silver stud in her tongue as she held up another small mirror to further inspect her face.
Black painted lips. Black eyeliner with violet eyeshadow. All set against her porcelain pale skin so that she looked more like an expensive china doll than a 17 year old girl. That was fine by her. Dolls didn't have emotions... they couldn't be hurt.
She didn't want to be here. It was the last day of school -why did she even bother to come? She put the mirror back into her bag and stood up... just in time to dodge a book thrown at her by the captain of the football team.
"Hey freak! Be a good little slut and stand still so I can hit you!" He called from across the hall and Valkyrie turned away. She couldn't take this, she was leaving. She pulled a copy of LOTR from her bag and burried her face in it so she didn't have to look up.
However, she soon found herself cornered by a rather large groupe of jock that all looked as if they either intended to kill her or just beat her within an inch of her life.
"I thought I told you to stand still!" She felt the puch make contact with her face and let a stifled yell as the whole lot of them hurled themsleves onto her, puching and kicking.
Struggling free of them, desperetly trying to get out, she dropped her bag, but still clung to the book as she she ran out of the school, limping on what felt like a broken leg and trying to ignore the searing pain in her stomach and busted up face.
Crying and running, she souldn't see exactly where she was going. She just had to get away. Had to find someplace safe. Then she heard a loud horn and the screech of brakes. She looked up and felt the car make earth shattering conact with her midsection.
As she fell onto the concrete, her life began to flash in front of her face; Her parents death. Having to move in with her abusive brother. Being bullied and made fun of at school. Reading Tolkien. Reading his masterpieces and wishing she could escape into that world. A world she thought she might, just might, belong.
Darkness threatened to overtake her vision, and as the blackness swam around her, she reached out and her bloody fingers graced over the now tattered pages of the book that had fallen nearby. She could almost hear thier voices... then all was black.
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A/N: So, how was it? Not very Mary Suish is it? Heheh, I like outcasts. R&R, I want to know what you think, even if you hated it !!
Disclaimer: Tolkien was an absolute genious, which I am not, so obviously, this stuff ain't mine!
A/N: I know this has been done a million times over, and I've tried once before at this and failed, but I'm going to try to make this as non Mary Suish as possible. Please feel free to flame me all you want, but I'm going to do my best. Any romance that does happen, will happen slowly over the course of the story.
(())(())(())(())(())(())(())(())(())(())(())(())(())(())(())(())(())(())(())(())(())(())(())(())
Valkyrie Braddington attempted to ignore the sneers of disgust from the cheerleaders and the horrible things the jocks said to her as she passed by them, but there was a fire burning in her eyes -a flicker of rage that she was constantley struggling to conatin.
She opened the door to her grafiti covered locker and looked hard into the cracked mirror. Long braven hair streaked with electric violet that hung to her waist was currently tied up in an elegant twist, a style she had grown accustomed to out of habit. Honey colored eyes were covered by contacts. She didn't need the contacts, but they made her eyes look a bright sky blue that was enough to mask most of the emotions that her regular eyes would convey.
"Slut." she heard from one of the preps as they passed and she looked down at her clothes. A tight fitting, purple, tiger print baby tee and a black leather mini skirt. Black lace up boots that came up to her thighs and studs around both wrists, plus a spiked dog collar around her slender, pale neck. She had no problem with her appearance... well, with one thing.
She tightened the purple bandana around her right arm, meant to cover the bruise from where her stupid older brother had hit her... again. She blocked the thought from her mind as another crowd of jocks walked passed, wispering obsceneties among themselves.
She angrily grabbed her books from her locker, slammed it shut and shoved her things into her backpack. She absentmindedly sucked on the silver stud in her tongue as she held up another small mirror to further inspect her face.
Black painted lips. Black eyeliner with violet eyeshadow. All set against her porcelain pale skin so that she looked more like an expensive china doll than a 17 year old girl. That was fine by her. Dolls didn't have emotions... they couldn't be hurt.
She didn't want to be here. It was the last day of school -why did she even bother to come? She put the mirror back into her bag and stood up... just in time to dodge a book thrown at her by the captain of the football team.
"Hey freak! Be a good little slut and stand still so I can hit you!" He called from across the hall and Valkyrie turned away. She couldn't take this, she was leaving. She pulled a copy of LOTR from her bag and burried her face in it so she didn't have to look up.
However, she soon found herself cornered by a rather large groupe of jock that all looked as if they either intended to kill her or just beat her within an inch of her life.
"I thought I told you to stand still!" She felt the puch make contact with her face and let a stifled yell as the whole lot of them hurled themsleves onto her, puching and kicking.
Struggling free of them, desperetly trying to get out, she dropped her bag, but still clung to the book as she she ran out of the school, limping on what felt like a broken leg and trying to ignore the searing pain in her stomach and busted up face.
Crying and running, she souldn't see exactly where she was going. She just had to get away. Had to find someplace safe. Then she heard a loud horn and the screech of brakes. She looked up and felt the car make earth shattering conact with her midsection.
As she fell onto the concrete, her life began to flash in front of her face; Her parents death. Having to move in with her abusive brother. Being bullied and made fun of at school. Reading Tolkien. Reading his masterpieces and wishing she could escape into that world. A world she thought she might, just might, belong.
Darkness threatened to overtake her vision, and as the blackness swam around her, she reached out and her bloody fingers graced over the now tattered pages of the book that had fallen nearby. She could almost hear thier voices... then all was black.
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A/N: So, how was it? Not very Mary Suish is it? Heheh, I like outcasts. R&R, I want to know what you think, even if you hated it !!