Sorry. I posted this one originally with more errors of reason and grammar
in it than my last history test had. So I did what you _can't_ do with a
test; I went back and did it intelligently. Hopefully. Have fun...
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This is the fourth chapter of Meet Maria, Fear Anaheit, and it is an interval, if you think about it. It explains (some and few) things, gives new and confusing things, and does not much. This is _not_ the second part of the words that happened in English class a few days ago, thank heavens. Even _I_ will not blame _this_ on Berchin.
This has a little companion-fic, Voices In The Darkness, and I wish people would review it.
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The elves love the trees. Some of the other races, such as humans, dwarves, and hobbits, sometimes do not. The elves _know_ that some do not prefer the Green Heights... But there is a difference between knowing and _knowing,_ and that is what this is about.
Gandlaf had refused purely ground-bound accommodations. He wanted to speak with the youngest elves, who are by habit quite reclusive, and without living in the trees, he would see little of them. He glanced up to where leafy branches hid the sky, and saw Anaheit hanging by her knees, apparently dozing, on a dangerously high branch of a nearby elm. He analyzed the situation, and decided that he felt no need to do something dramatic and fuss over her. *That is well.* She did not _seem_ overly Mary- Sueish, but one could never know, and one could never be too wary.
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There was a feast, and when not wincing at the depths fading into darkness below his feet, Gandlaf did small magics for the reclusive elflings. Shortly, he excused himself to speak at great length with Elrond and his council.
Outside of the council room, Legolas sat broodingly in the dark and age- twisted branches of an old and creaky elm, barely feet above the ground. His guise was turned inward, and he was in by far the foulest mood any (elf!) had ever seen him in. He was making inordinate numbers of arrows, and sometimes he forgot to pick up a new one, and carved it to useless thinness. The tree he sat in was worried. It curled thin, feathery leaves about him, laying them gently on his shoulder.
*At least it does not tickle me. That is the one thing that can make me fall.*
Somewhere, someone took note of that, and smirked.
~*~
Sitting on a carved stone bench, almost hidden in a snarl of roots from the tree above her, Maria was ruining twigs. *Lord, this is annoying.* Maria thought. *I'm stuck in the middle of Middle-Earth, in the blooming Elven Forest, and I can't even make a decent ARROW!* Ever since Gandlaf had arrived and spirited Legolas away to speak about the Fellowship, she had been sitting here, hopefully hidden, (riight, they're _elves..._) trying to put some of what she had learned between shouting matches this afternoon into practice.
*Perhaps it was not long ago that they formed the Fellowship... But it seems many things have happened between then and now, and few of them pleasant, and many have fallen.* She winced. *Oh, gods, I'm talking like them.* Was that even me?
And then a foreign thought appeared in her mind, and it rang like a thousand bells on a clear and wintry day in the high mountains.
^You are Maria, of the human Earth, and I offer what you wish.^
*How many omnipotents _are_ there that want to talk to me?* Maria groused to herself. *And if you're for real, I want a Big Mac and a super-sized order of french fries. Now.*
A peal of laughter, pure as snow and kind as pale sleep, glowed behind her eyelids... and there was annoyance behind the warmth. ^I offer you fame and glory without price. I offer whomever you care for, in whatever world you wish him in.^
And some part of her that makes jokes for the sake of jokes, that has been a bit too quiet for a bit too long, shakes it's head sadly at this goddess's obvious bias. *_Him?_*
~*~
What you have to understand is that this character not only has split personalities, she's a walking multidimension, a mobile and highly confusing universe. She's also a teenager. *Least traumatic, indeed.*
~*~
Inside Universes:
Maria the small, pained child that long ago left Earth for the far reaches of all the universes, and maybe madness, reaches eagerly for the prize of being a Mary-Sue. She wants to join the shining ranks of the beautiful, the loved, the desired, the (foolish, irritating) Beautiful People.
From the Dragon World, Maria the girl who was created nutty, innocent, winged, and underwater taps an impatient foot.
Maria the "pasteurized couch product," born on the Starship Voyager, thousands of lightyears away from anything either of her parents called home, who lost her father to the "So Deal With It" universe and her mother to the rulership of a planet, raises an impatient eyebrow and joins her winged "sibling" in glaring at her major momentary self.
Maria become Anaheit, the girl who was (maybe really?) born on the Planet Earth to a messed-up and pain-filled human family, Anaheit who loved her brother and the author who still loves someone not even in this STORY!!! is jumped on, sat on, and glared at by the rest of her mind. The assembled consciousness becomes temporarily sane, which is a bit of a strange thing to do, considering.
Anaheit looks at her other selves, but what she really sees is Legolas. She wonders whether you could have a tan line on skin that pale, and knows that if she made one choice, she could find out.
*Sometimes you just have to sing it loud, then cry...*
Of course, she could just ask him, and know.
~*~
In the council hall, Gandlaf stirs from his pose of a wizard with a good dinner inside him and the fate of the world being discussed with him, and becomes Gandlaf the White, glorious to the nearer stars and powerful. He rises, and frowns, and no one who sat at that table thought of anything but that they were gladder than drink and song could make one that such a glare was not aimed at them.
~*~
Gandlaf worries. He knows this presence. It has caused him innumerable troubles, embarrassments, and young and attractive women to appear in his world. It was Zarabeth, whom he had once loved.
~*~
Maria's body sat on a small, carved stone bench at the base of a great elm in the darkening and star-lit evening. Her mind alternately stood, sat, prayed, cussed, and did less describable things to less present persons.
~*~
Gandlaf the White strode out of the meeting hall without a word, and small storm clouds trailed from his angry brows.
Zarabeth, goddess and object of desire-
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Robes flapping behind him. *I wish she would go away?*
~*~
A cold stone bench and too many minds... *I wish (Lord forgive me) -*
~*~
And from a Continuum where omnipotent beings torture Starfleet officers. %I'M WHO?%
~*~
^Aw shit, there goes the gig.^ And a woman who has played too many men and is about to be caught between two of them curses to the Elven night..
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This needs an explanation. In order to infuriate the most people possible and therefore get many reviews, I need to make sure that everyone understands this. Otherwise, all I would get would be fiery expressions of confusion, and that's boring.
Zarabeth is the name of the woman in the ST:TOS episode involving the portal to the past on the planet who's sun is about to go nova and the ice- time where Spock almost stays. She is not her here; but that _is_ where I got the name. In Middle-Earth, Zarabeth is (appropriate, huh?) the goddess of Mary-Sues, the characters who are so damn desirable they wreck any nearby plotline. Nevermind that the original Zarabeth actually _was_ most of the plotline, that's why I did it. She and Gandlaf apparently once had a thing, which implies that maybe she wasn't always a goddess, because I refuse to make him a fallen deity. (well, hmm.) No, I like the plot I have, and that would strain it a bit.
Legolas has a good view of the whole commotion, but is brooding and therefore notices nothing, in good Elf style. Objections to that will be carefully considered, weighed, and spat upon. No, really, I'll explain it later if it's a problem, but it isn't planning to be.
Somewhat Delayed Disclaimer: I do not own any Star Trek people or omnipotents. I do not own LotR or any characters from it. I do not wish to own or be in Maria's mind at this point in the story. I do not wish to own or be in the mind of Zarabeth now or ever, considering what is going to happen to her. (I mean, come on. Gandlaf _and_ Q ganging up on her? Poor lady.) Is this now a crossover? The song lyric is from a book I read a long time ago. Don't remember the name, author, and have doubts about how well I quoted it, but whatever.
Ad for my related story: Anaheit (human Maria) has a messed up home life that Voices In The Darkness will continue to enumerate in more chapters. Suggestions are welcomed and reviews treasured.
Oh, a note for readers of my Star Trek story, Three Days: At some point in the distant past, Gandlaf and Zarabeth have played chess in the Tuvokian sense of the term. And that is slightly less graphic than it can be.
Review!
~*~
This is the fourth chapter of Meet Maria, Fear Anaheit, and it is an interval, if you think about it. It explains (some and few) things, gives new and confusing things, and does not much. This is _not_ the second part of the words that happened in English class a few days ago, thank heavens. Even _I_ will not blame _this_ on Berchin.
This has a little companion-fic, Voices In The Darkness, and I wish people would review it.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The elves love the trees. Some of the other races, such as humans, dwarves, and hobbits, sometimes do not. The elves _know_ that some do not prefer the Green Heights... But there is a difference between knowing and _knowing,_ and that is what this is about.
Gandlaf had refused purely ground-bound accommodations. He wanted to speak with the youngest elves, who are by habit quite reclusive, and without living in the trees, he would see little of them. He glanced up to where leafy branches hid the sky, and saw Anaheit hanging by her knees, apparently dozing, on a dangerously high branch of a nearby elm. He analyzed the situation, and decided that he felt no need to do something dramatic and fuss over her. *That is well.* She did not _seem_ overly Mary- Sueish, but one could never know, and one could never be too wary.
~*~
There was a feast, and when not wincing at the depths fading into darkness below his feet, Gandlaf did small magics for the reclusive elflings. Shortly, he excused himself to speak at great length with Elrond and his council.
Outside of the council room, Legolas sat broodingly in the dark and age- twisted branches of an old and creaky elm, barely feet above the ground. His guise was turned inward, and he was in by far the foulest mood any (elf!) had ever seen him in. He was making inordinate numbers of arrows, and sometimes he forgot to pick up a new one, and carved it to useless thinness. The tree he sat in was worried. It curled thin, feathery leaves about him, laying them gently on his shoulder.
*At least it does not tickle me. That is the one thing that can make me fall.*
Somewhere, someone took note of that, and smirked.
~*~
Sitting on a carved stone bench, almost hidden in a snarl of roots from the tree above her, Maria was ruining twigs. *Lord, this is annoying.* Maria thought. *I'm stuck in the middle of Middle-Earth, in the blooming Elven Forest, and I can't even make a decent ARROW!* Ever since Gandlaf had arrived and spirited Legolas away to speak about the Fellowship, she had been sitting here, hopefully hidden, (riight, they're _elves..._) trying to put some of what she had learned between shouting matches this afternoon into practice.
*Perhaps it was not long ago that they formed the Fellowship... But it seems many things have happened between then and now, and few of them pleasant, and many have fallen.* She winced. *Oh, gods, I'm talking like them.* Was that even me?
And then a foreign thought appeared in her mind, and it rang like a thousand bells on a clear and wintry day in the high mountains.
^You are Maria, of the human Earth, and I offer what you wish.^
*How many omnipotents _are_ there that want to talk to me?* Maria groused to herself. *And if you're for real, I want a Big Mac and a super-sized order of french fries. Now.*
A peal of laughter, pure as snow and kind as pale sleep, glowed behind her eyelids... and there was annoyance behind the warmth. ^I offer you fame and glory without price. I offer whomever you care for, in whatever world you wish him in.^
And some part of her that makes jokes for the sake of jokes, that has been a bit too quiet for a bit too long, shakes it's head sadly at this goddess's obvious bias. *_Him?_*
~*~
What you have to understand is that this character not only has split personalities, she's a walking multidimension, a mobile and highly confusing universe. She's also a teenager. *Least traumatic, indeed.*
~*~
Inside Universes:
Maria the small, pained child that long ago left Earth for the far reaches of all the universes, and maybe madness, reaches eagerly for the prize of being a Mary-Sue. She wants to join the shining ranks of the beautiful, the loved, the desired, the (foolish, irritating) Beautiful People.
From the Dragon World, Maria the girl who was created nutty, innocent, winged, and underwater taps an impatient foot.
Maria the "pasteurized couch product," born on the Starship Voyager, thousands of lightyears away from anything either of her parents called home, who lost her father to the "So Deal With It" universe and her mother to the rulership of a planet, raises an impatient eyebrow and joins her winged "sibling" in glaring at her major momentary self.
Maria become Anaheit, the girl who was (maybe really?) born on the Planet Earth to a messed-up and pain-filled human family, Anaheit who loved her brother and the author who still loves someone not even in this STORY!!! is jumped on, sat on, and glared at by the rest of her mind. The assembled consciousness becomes temporarily sane, which is a bit of a strange thing to do, considering.
Anaheit looks at her other selves, but what she really sees is Legolas. She wonders whether you could have a tan line on skin that pale, and knows that if she made one choice, she could find out.
*Sometimes you just have to sing it loud, then cry...*
Of course, she could just ask him, and know.
~*~
In the council hall, Gandlaf stirs from his pose of a wizard with a good dinner inside him and the fate of the world being discussed with him, and becomes Gandlaf the White, glorious to the nearer stars and powerful. He rises, and frowns, and no one who sat at that table thought of anything but that they were gladder than drink and song could make one that such a glare was not aimed at them.
~*~
Gandlaf worries. He knows this presence. It has caused him innumerable troubles, embarrassments, and young and attractive women to appear in his world. It was Zarabeth, whom he had once loved.
~*~
Maria's body sat on a small, carved stone bench at the base of a great elm in the darkening and star-lit evening. Her mind alternately stood, sat, prayed, cussed, and did less describable things to less present persons.
~*~
Gandlaf the White strode out of the meeting hall without a word, and small storm clouds trailed from his angry brows.
Zarabeth, goddess and object of desire-
~*~
Robes flapping behind him. *I wish she would go away?*
~*~
A cold stone bench and too many minds... *I wish (Lord forgive me) -*
~*~
And from a Continuum where omnipotent beings torture Starfleet officers. %I'M WHO?%
~*~
^Aw shit, there goes the gig.^ And a woman who has played too many men and is about to be caught between two of them curses to the Elven night..
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
This needs an explanation. In order to infuriate the most people possible and therefore get many reviews, I need to make sure that everyone understands this. Otherwise, all I would get would be fiery expressions of confusion, and that's boring.
Zarabeth is the name of the woman in the ST:TOS episode involving the portal to the past on the planet who's sun is about to go nova and the ice- time where Spock almost stays. She is not her here; but that _is_ where I got the name. In Middle-Earth, Zarabeth is (appropriate, huh?) the goddess of Mary-Sues, the characters who are so damn desirable they wreck any nearby plotline. Nevermind that the original Zarabeth actually _was_ most of the plotline, that's why I did it. She and Gandlaf apparently once had a thing, which implies that maybe she wasn't always a goddess, because I refuse to make him a fallen deity. (well, hmm.) No, I like the plot I have, and that would strain it a bit.
Legolas has a good view of the whole commotion, but is brooding and therefore notices nothing, in good Elf style. Objections to that will be carefully considered, weighed, and spat upon. No, really, I'll explain it later if it's a problem, but it isn't planning to be.
Somewhat Delayed Disclaimer: I do not own any Star Trek people or omnipotents. I do not own LotR or any characters from it. I do not wish to own or be in Maria's mind at this point in the story. I do not wish to own or be in the mind of Zarabeth now or ever, considering what is going to happen to her. (I mean, come on. Gandlaf _and_ Q ganging up on her? Poor lady.) Is this now a crossover? The song lyric is from a book I read a long time ago. Don't remember the name, author, and have doubts about how well I quoted it, but whatever.
Ad for my related story: Anaheit (human Maria) has a messed up home life that Voices In The Darkness will continue to enumerate in more chapters. Suggestions are welcomed and reviews treasured.
Oh, a note for readers of my Star Trek story, Three Days: At some point in the distant past, Gandlaf and Zarabeth have played chess in the Tuvokian sense of the term. And that is slightly less graphic than it can be.
Review!