Ouch, I took a quiz and apparantly Marley is a Mary-Sue. 0.0
However, I disagree and will not change my character. So... if you feel she is a Mary-Sue, deal with it. *pouts quietly*
I have written this chapter three times and each time the computer shuts down or I accidentally log out without saving. It is getting quite annoying. *glares at computer screen*
Here is the next chapter!
They had suffered a tragic blow. Glorfindel smugly said that he knew it was bound to happen. Elrond and his sons almost wept with despair. Erestor's voice had finally given out. Usually a quiet elf, the strain of reading the Sue's had overused the muscles in his throat. So he was now forced to sit down and sip at his herbal tea - pouting slightly. Erestor liked the Sue's.
"I vote for Lord Elrond to read." Glorfindel grinned slightly. They all knew they would never be able to get him to read. He was on the brink of insanity as it was. Elladan agreed with the balrog slayer. If one of them must die, it would be his father.
Then he would inherit Rivendell.
Elladan grinned suddenly and let loose a wild laugh. Legolas ignored him and scratched his neck until Elrohir slapped his hand away. The Kiss was beginning to fade, but it seemed that the prince of Mirkwood was suffering from an allergic reaction to the brand of lipstick. Scratching made it spread.
When Elrohir turned away Legolas began to scratch at it again.
Elrond stood up. He was an elf. He was brave. He would NOT LET THIS BOOK DEFEAT HIM! He walked over to the glittery, sparkly, pink book and hesitantly turned the page to the next chapter. The second his finger touched the page - he whimpered, but remained strong.
On the other side of the door, Marley and her brother were making bets as to how long the Lord of Rivendell would last.
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Love at First Sight? by Kaytar101
I awoke in a dark room. At first I was horrified that I had been captured by something, but I realized my strange sensation of falling. Could the tree have been a portal? I laughed at the thought, but as I looked around me the idea seemed more and more likely. The windows were open, leading to a large balcony, and there were flowers in every possible space. I was lying on a very comfortable bed with green sheets. There were no light switches to be found, but there were candles here and there, giving off a warm glow. It was exactly how I would have imagined the palaces of elves.
I slowly stood up, in awe, muscles screaming in protest. I managed to make my way to the balcony, where I saw beautiful architecture and gardens all around. The door creaked open, and I spun around startled.
"Oh, good, you're awake. You gave us quite a scare My Lady Elf," a man with a slight beard and brown hair down to his shoulders said. It took me a while to realize that he had called me an elf.
"What exactly happened to me? Who are you? And why did you call me an elf?" I was utterly confused. I was shocked when I spoke, my voice sounded like music, sweet and flowing.
"You fell from the sky Milady. As for my name, it is Aragorn. You may call my by my name if you wish. And I called you elf because unless I am quite mistaken, which I do not think I am, you are and elf. You have the pointed ears, flowing hair, and of course beauty that would put all but the goddesses to shame," Aragorn answered.
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Marley howled with laughter, rolling on the floor. Legolas grinned hopefully. A happy wife meant a happy life.
"You fell from the sky... beauty that would put all but the goddesses to shame..." Marley could barely breathe through her laughter.
Elrond looked like he was going to be sick.
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"This is impossible! I can't be an elf! I was human before I fell through the tree! Where am I?" I asked, my head spinning. I reached out to steady myself and grabbed a mirror, which I then picked up. My pale blue eyes widened at the sight I beheld. I truly did change. My ears were now tapered into a point. My skin was pale and flawless, lips like a rosebud. My hair was no longer a curly mess, but it hung in perfect ringlets- almost nine inches longer than it had been.
"I assure you, My Lady, you are an elf. You are currently in Rivendell, home of the elves. Lord Elrond was friends with your parents, by the way," he answered.
"My parents? That's impossible. I had parents back where I came from."
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Glorfindel moaned, clutching at his head. There was only so much Sueness an elf could take...
Erestor sipped at his tea, his eyes wide with anticipation. He waved a hand impatiently at Elrond, telling him to continue reading.
Erestor liked the Mary-Sues.
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"That may be so, but you birth parents lived here, in Rivendell. You must understand that you were born during a dark time. Your parents sent you through a portal in the hopes that a family would find you and raise you while they fought the evil lord of the land. They intended to bring you back once the danger had passed," Aragorn explained. I could not believe what he said, but it all seemed to make sense. My family all had black hair and brown eyes. I stuck out like a sore thumb. I also knew a language that no one else on earth seemed to know. I wondered if that was my native tongue.
"My parents, are they alive, did they send for me?" I asked, hoping to find somewhere where I would truly fit in and be appreciated. I felt strangely at home in this strange land, despite the fact that I had only been fully conscious here for a few minutes.
"I'm sorry My Lady, but your parents passed soon after you were safely transported to a new land. They died trying to fight the darkness that had claimed our lands," Aragorn said, looking down.
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"Darkness? DARKNESS!?!" Elrond shrieked indignantly, slamming his fist down on the book, causing a puff of sparkles to shoot up. "Darkness is MIRKWOOD! MIRKWOOD! Not RIVENDELL! There is no darkness here!"
Edain whispered softly in his sister's ear, causing Marley to fight back laughter.
The hall closet was dark...
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"Oh, well I thank you for informing me of this. It would have been nice to meet them at least one time. But Aragorn, why do call me 'My Lady'? My name is Jasmine. You may call me that if you wish to. Please do, actually," I responded, curious. I was not at all used to being called 'My lady'.
"I call you that because your parents were royalty, making you a princess. However, if you wish it, I will call you Jasmine from now on," he responded, smiling for the first time since I had met him.
"I do wish it. But a princess? I haven't the slightest idea how to behave like a princess!"
"You are already doing a fine job. I guarantee you will capture the hearts of you subjects easily, for if I may be so bold, you are very easy to grow fond of Jasmine," Aragorn complimented.
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"THERE ARE NO PRINCESSES IN RIVENDELL!" Elrohir snarled, glaring at the book. "THERE ARE LORDS AND LADIES! NO PRINCESS, NO PRINCE, NO KING NOR QUEEN! LORDS!!!" Breathing heavily, Elrohir turned to his twin, who was looking at him with wide eyes.
"What!?" Elrohir spat.
"Nothing... nothing..." Elladan whispered, turning back to the book - feeling quite scared.
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"Well, thank you. Is there any way that I could have a bath? I feel quite dirty. Also, are there any spare clothes that I might use?"
"My lady, I will have servants draw you a bath. As for the clothes, you shall have to borrow nothing from now on. You are a princess and as such, you will receive the best quality gowns."
"Thank you Aragorn. After I finish, may I seek you out. I think I would like a tour of Rivendell and I would l thoroughly enjoy being shown around by a friend, if I may consider you a friend," I asked.
"Of course you may. I would be honored to give you a tour. And I would be very glad if you considered me a friend. I shall introduce you to some of my friends as well, for I think you would like to know more people than just me. I will meet you at the fountain you can see from your balcony."
"Thank you. Where should I find you?" I asked. I had a friend! Maybe I would grow to love this place. I really would enjoy having new friends. These thoughts made me think of Jo. I truly hoped she was alright. I felt awful about what I said, and I realized that I would never be able to go back to Earth. Everyone there would assume I had died. Oh poor Jo! She would feel terrible after what she had said to me. I wished there was a way to tell her that I was alive and well, but I knew I could not. I could only hope that she would not make herself feel too awful.
The servants prepared my bath and I undressed and slid into the warm water. That was when I noticed the servants were still there.
It appears that they must have sensed my confusion, because one of them said, "My Lady, we are here to assist you. May we scrub the dirt off you?"
I thought how strange this was, but agreed to it. They began with my arms, working their way down my back and legs. It felt so good to be pampered after what I had been through. The soap they used smelled of roses and they lathered my hair with something similar. They held a towel up for me after I was clean, and allowed me to cover myself with it before they led me to my room.
On the bed, there was a beautiful dress. It was a crimson red with cream lace adorning the bodice, sleeves, and hem. The sleeves were of the same color until they reached my elbow, where a cream fabric flowed from it, like a river of shimmering fabric. Tiny pearls lined the top of the bodice and sleeves. I gasped in awe of the beautiful garment that I now owned.
"I'm afraid I won't be able to put this on without help. Would you be so kind as to help me?" I asked.
"Of course, My Lady, we would be glad to help you."
With their help, I was wearing the dress within minutes. I looked amazing. My hair had a sheen to it and the dress fit perfectly, as if it was made for me and would not be worn by anybody else.
I put on shoes to match my dress and made my way outside to find Aragorn. As I wandered through the halls, I felt many eyes watching me. I tried not to feel self conscious, but I still felt a little awkward. I stepped into the yard which the fountain was located in. Aragorn was right where he said he would be. He seemed to be in a deep conversation with an elf. He was one of the most handsome men I had ever seen. His blonde hair was braided just above his ears. He seemed to be three inches taller than me and his body was muscular, but not overly so. I approached slowly and I stepped on a twig, which cracked under my foot.
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"Not overly muscular?!" Legolas protested, looking quite offended. He scratched at his neck before flexing his arms. "See! I'm muscular! I'm in better shape than any of these Noldor elves! Bah, not overly muscular..." He then proceeded to mumble incoherantly.
Marley was getting angry. Mary-Sue's got on her nerves.
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When they heard this, they both turned in my direction. I heard them gasp.
"Jasmine, you look beautiful," Aragorn managed to say.
"My Lady, you do indeed look wonderful. Your beauty far surpasses that of any other maiden I have met," Aragorn's friend said. I ducked my head to hide my blush. I never got compliments on earth. I was not used to being called beautiful.
"Thank you My Lord, although I am not used to being called beautiful," I managed to say. His eyes were a transfixing shade of blue. I felt like I could lose myself in them. I wanted to get lost in them.
"That cannot be. Surely a lady as lovely as you must get compliments constantly. Is this the maiden you spoke of Aragorn?"
"Aye. Legolas, this is Princess Jasmine. Jasmine, this is Legolas Greenleaf, Prince of Mirkwood."
"I am honored to meet you, Legolas Greenleaf." I replied, bowing slightly.
"No, the honor is all mine Princess Jasmine. I am sorry you had to arrive here to find you parents deceased, but I swear that anything you need, my family and I will be more than happy to provide," Legolas said.
"Thank you. That means a lot to me. But please, call me Jasmine. Being called Princess makes me feel odd."
"As you wish, Jasmine. Aragorn just informed me that you were taking a tour of the grounds. May I accompany you?"
"Of course. I would be quite pleased if you did. Now, if you don't mind my asking, it seems that there is a great gathering of elves, humans, and dwarves. Is this what usually happens, or is something going on that I should be aware of?" I asked, curious.
"Well, I suppose you know of the ring of power. Our friend, Gandalf the Gray, has set off to find the hobbit, Bilbo Baggins, who possesses it. We expect that his nephew will be responsible to bring it here, where we will decide who will bear the ring to Mordor to be destroyed," Legolas answered. When he mentioned the ring of power, I remembered something the maids who helped me earlier spoke of. A ring that had the power to destroy all of mankind. I cringed at the thought.
"Why take it to Mordor? Can't you just destroy it here?" I asked. It would be so much simpler if they got rid of it here. There would be less danger that way.
"Alas, many people have had the same idea as you, but it does not work. The ring can only be destroyed in the fires that created it," Aragorn answered.
"Oh, forgive me. I did not know," I apologized, feeling very stupid.
"There is noting to forgive Jasmine. You were not aware of this. It was a good idea though," Legolas replied, smiling at me.
"Well, let's get started on that tour I promised," Aragorn said, offering me his arm. I took it and smiled. Legolas stood on the other side of me and took on the task of explaining the history and significance of everything we passed. This was no easy task, due to the fact that everything here was incredible old and had served as something important at one time or another.
When the tour was finally finished, it was about time for supper. I was nervous because there were many traditions that I was not aware of, including the tiny detail of an escort.
"Jasmine, if you do not already have an escort to supper, I would be honored to escort you and introduce you to some people who you might like to know," Legolas offered.
"That would be lovely Legolas, if you do not already have someone to escort," I replied.
"Well, thank you, and no, I do not have anyone to escort. You could say I was waiting for someone special to come along," he said mischievously.
"Am I special to you Legolas?" I asked, trying to keep my tone playful, but inside me, there was a burning desire to hear his answer and I prayed that it would be yes.
"Yes, I'm afraid you are very special, almost too special."
"You're joking Legolas. Please don't play with my emotions," I said
"My lady Jasmine, I would not jest about something this serious. I apologize if I offended you," Legolas replied. Although he was teasing me only seconds ago, I could not doubt the sincerity in his voice and eyes. I believed him and hearing his words made my heart soar.
"You have no idea how happy you have just made me," I said.
"I believe I have an idea. Now, tell me Jasmine, do you consider me to be special?"
"I do, truly I do. You really are something special and I am not lying," I said.
Legolas smiled at me, a smile that melted my heart. He bid me farewell and promised to stop by my room before dinner so that he could escort me. I severely hoped that this would continue for a long time.
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With a terrible war cry, Marley rammed against the door - causing it to crash down. An angry wife is a wife great and terrible... Legolas beamed at the sight of his wife, and if Erestor wasn't restraining him, he would have fallen to the floor and kissed her feet.
Marley marched over to her husband and kissed him passionatly on the mouth, long and hard. Finally breaking away, slightly gasping for breath, she hissed angrily - glaring at the book, "Let's see you do that, Jasmine!"
The Noldor elves looked at them with wide and frightened eyes. In the hallway, which was now visible, they could all see Edain rolling around howling with laughter.
Yes! I finally got this chapter done! *happy dance* Please give me reviews, I always enjoy them! Any suggestions on who should read in the next chapter?