((Here is a total /mad/ moment from me. This /is/ a Mary Sue fic, with as
much character romance and deviation from the plot as I can squeeze into it
in (sarky comments may find their way in as well). Read, review, flatter,
or flame. Feel free to completely slaughter this with you own character or
whatever, but please let me know what you've done to it (so I can read it
and enjoy). Thanks! Insane moments from KazraGirl.))
Blue eyes that were as clear as the autumn sky gazed into the tranquil depths of the pool. Blond hair, as pale as the first light of the sun drifted downwards, the feathery ends lightly brushing the waters surface. Out of the green depths she looked back at herself, flawless features serene in their ivory and buttermilk beauty.
Katherine pushed aside all her feelings of sadness as her aloneness, after all, there were many that were worse of than she. And truth be told, the forest was not unpleasant, its leafy glades stretching out before her in a sun dappled carpet of green
(A/N, Completely missing the dead trees, wildlife, and inconvenient brambles that would be sure to mess up her hair.)
She rose, pastel green dress swirling femininely about her ankles as she did so (not looking at all muddy from kneeling on the banks of a pool that animals (if there were any) used to drink from).
How she had come here, she had but the faintest recollection, which had been sparked by the glow of sunlight on the ring that she wore on her finger. The ring had been a gift to her father by some strange man in the desert, and he being a doting and loving father, gifted this ring to his beautiful and intelligent daughter, Katherine.
She began to walk, diving by some magical means that the nearest habitation lay to the west, some five miles distant. She did not flinch at the distance to cross from here to there, for after all, there were others worse off than her.
(A/N Any one beside me feeling the urge to strangle her yet?)
Legolas padded over the forest floor. Since he had arrived in Rivendell, he had been feeling restless, drawn by some unheard call to venture into the forest. Aragorn followed close behind him, also feeling the pull of the call, but to a lesser extent. Neither of them spoke about what drew them onwards, yet both knew that it was the same thing.
"It is near." Legolas whispered, freezing in position and seeming to scent the air ahead.
"I sense it also." Aragorn answered.
A strain of music seemed to hang on the breeze, the voice of a flute singing out the refrain before it faded and only the breeze was left. Then out of the woods before then she stepped.
Her feet were bare and lightly brushed the grass she trod upon.
(A/N Explaining why she didn't have blistered feet from walking five miles, she had hovered it.)
Her pale green dress swirled about her form, outlining her body but softening her feminine curves. Her blond hair drifted to her waist, the breeze catching it so that her head seemed surrounded by a halo of palest gold. Her blue eyes were looking directly ahead, but showed no sign of surprise at seeing the elf and the human poised there in the clearing. On her finger, a thin band of silver gleamed briefly as a beam of sunlight illuminated her figure.
Legolas and Aragorn stood there in silence, bemused by this vision of beauty that was drifting towards them. Katherine smiled a sweet smile. Being perfect, she knew immediately who they were and her heart bled for the perils that they were to suffer. But under the leafy canopy, her hearts hurt was forgotten as she beheld them, and its beat began to quicken as she saw how fair they were.
(A/N Anyone need a sick bucket yet?)
"Greetings fair lady.' Legolas breathed, his voice soft, almost trembling with his audacity in addressing such a vision of beauty.
"And my greetings to you Legolas Greenleaf, Prince of Mirkwood, and you Aragorn, son of Arathorn, Isildurs Heir." Katherine replied, her alto voice soft and melodious to the ear.
The pair did not marvel at the fact that she knew their names, it seemed impossible that she could not, being as wise as she was.
"From where have you come from lady?" Aragorn asked, his eyes drinking in her form.
(A/N *breaks off to have a mad fit of the giggles at the stuff she's writing.)
"Where I have come from matters not, for I have nothing there to tie me. What is important is where I am going to, for my future lies for the shaping." Katherine replied, mystery in her voice.
Aragorn and Legolas were stunned by her beauty and eloquence, but Katherine was unaware of their plight, being unaware of the turmoil that her presence could cause to men. Legolas managed to speak.
"Lady, you stand within the borders of Rivendell, the domain of the Lord Elrond. Will you not accompany us there?"
"I will travel there in your company, for long have I desired to looked upon fair Rivendell."
"It is fair, but not as fair as you Lady." Aragorn said, and the faintest of rose hints touched the pale cheeks of Katherine.
"I thank you for your compliment Aragorn." She said politely, but could not believe that he spoke true.
"Might we be permitted to know your name?" Legolas asked tentatively as they turned to head back to the haven of Rivendell.
"My name? My name is Katherine." She said, mortified that she had forgotten her manners so much as not to introduce herself.
They continued on in silence now, Katherine drifting lightly along, while Legolas and Aragorn followed, devotion in their eyes.
((Well, there you go :) First chapter of this Mary Sue. Stand by for the second chapter, where we'll see who else falls head over heels for her, and how much more I can muck the plot up (/big/ change ahead I think :P) Please r and r, flame or flatter! And sorry about the sarky comments, I couldn't help myself!))
Blue eyes that were as clear as the autumn sky gazed into the tranquil depths of the pool. Blond hair, as pale as the first light of the sun drifted downwards, the feathery ends lightly brushing the waters surface. Out of the green depths she looked back at herself, flawless features serene in their ivory and buttermilk beauty.
Katherine pushed aside all her feelings of sadness as her aloneness, after all, there were many that were worse of than she. And truth be told, the forest was not unpleasant, its leafy glades stretching out before her in a sun dappled carpet of green
(A/N, Completely missing the dead trees, wildlife, and inconvenient brambles that would be sure to mess up her hair.)
She rose, pastel green dress swirling femininely about her ankles as she did so (not looking at all muddy from kneeling on the banks of a pool that animals (if there were any) used to drink from).
How she had come here, she had but the faintest recollection, which had been sparked by the glow of sunlight on the ring that she wore on her finger. The ring had been a gift to her father by some strange man in the desert, and he being a doting and loving father, gifted this ring to his beautiful and intelligent daughter, Katherine.
She began to walk, diving by some magical means that the nearest habitation lay to the west, some five miles distant. She did not flinch at the distance to cross from here to there, for after all, there were others worse off than her.
(A/N Any one beside me feeling the urge to strangle her yet?)
Legolas padded over the forest floor. Since he had arrived in Rivendell, he had been feeling restless, drawn by some unheard call to venture into the forest. Aragorn followed close behind him, also feeling the pull of the call, but to a lesser extent. Neither of them spoke about what drew them onwards, yet both knew that it was the same thing.
"It is near." Legolas whispered, freezing in position and seeming to scent the air ahead.
"I sense it also." Aragorn answered.
A strain of music seemed to hang on the breeze, the voice of a flute singing out the refrain before it faded and only the breeze was left. Then out of the woods before then she stepped.
Her feet were bare and lightly brushed the grass she trod upon.
(A/N Explaining why she didn't have blistered feet from walking five miles, she had hovered it.)
Her pale green dress swirled about her form, outlining her body but softening her feminine curves. Her blond hair drifted to her waist, the breeze catching it so that her head seemed surrounded by a halo of palest gold. Her blue eyes were looking directly ahead, but showed no sign of surprise at seeing the elf and the human poised there in the clearing. On her finger, a thin band of silver gleamed briefly as a beam of sunlight illuminated her figure.
Legolas and Aragorn stood there in silence, bemused by this vision of beauty that was drifting towards them. Katherine smiled a sweet smile. Being perfect, she knew immediately who they were and her heart bled for the perils that they were to suffer. But under the leafy canopy, her hearts hurt was forgotten as she beheld them, and its beat began to quicken as she saw how fair they were.
(A/N Anyone need a sick bucket yet?)
"Greetings fair lady.' Legolas breathed, his voice soft, almost trembling with his audacity in addressing such a vision of beauty.
"And my greetings to you Legolas Greenleaf, Prince of Mirkwood, and you Aragorn, son of Arathorn, Isildurs Heir." Katherine replied, her alto voice soft and melodious to the ear.
The pair did not marvel at the fact that she knew their names, it seemed impossible that she could not, being as wise as she was.
"From where have you come from lady?" Aragorn asked, his eyes drinking in her form.
(A/N *breaks off to have a mad fit of the giggles at the stuff she's writing.)
"Where I have come from matters not, for I have nothing there to tie me. What is important is where I am going to, for my future lies for the shaping." Katherine replied, mystery in her voice.
Aragorn and Legolas were stunned by her beauty and eloquence, but Katherine was unaware of their plight, being unaware of the turmoil that her presence could cause to men. Legolas managed to speak.
"Lady, you stand within the borders of Rivendell, the domain of the Lord Elrond. Will you not accompany us there?"
"I will travel there in your company, for long have I desired to looked upon fair Rivendell."
"It is fair, but not as fair as you Lady." Aragorn said, and the faintest of rose hints touched the pale cheeks of Katherine.
"I thank you for your compliment Aragorn." She said politely, but could not believe that he spoke true.
"Might we be permitted to know your name?" Legolas asked tentatively as they turned to head back to the haven of Rivendell.
"My name? My name is Katherine." She said, mortified that she had forgotten her manners so much as not to introduce herself.
They continued on in silence now, Katherine drifting lightly along, while Legolas and Aragorn followed, devotion in their eyes.
((Well, there you go :) First chapter of this Mary Sue. Stand by for the second chapter, where we'll see who else falls head over heels for her, and how much more I can muck the plot up (/big/ change ahead I think :P) Please r and r, flame or flatter! And sorry about the sarky comments, I couldn't help myself!))