This is the first thing I've ever put on ff.net, so tell me what you think, ok? ^_^ I'm not expecting it to be too good but let's see where it goes.
Everyone has seen the Mary Sues floating around, so I thought I'd try sticking a boy into middle earth. And he's not going to be very likable- I don't think even *I'll* like him very much, but maybe he'll do ok. I haven't planned ahead of the first couple chapters.
Thanks for reading this far! :-
-shirepony
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It was raining again, and Will was walking home.
He was walking because he didn't have a car, and he didn't have a car because he didn't pass Driver's Education. He was in the difficult time after high school and before college, but it didn't look like he'd be going to college. No, college was looking pretty hopeless at this stage- it was too late to get any scholarships; too late to do anything else.
He was angry at the rain, angry at the cigarette hanging from his lips, angry at himself.
By the time he reached the front door, he was soaked through, and he hurriedly took off his shoes and coat, retreating to his room, barely avoiding his pestering mother. He never saw his father anymore these days.
Maggie was a harder one to get rid of, though. His little sister was currently going into her sophomore year, and she already had the letter jacket littered with academic medals. She was everything that he wasn't, and he'd often wondered how she'd turned out so good in the environment they were born into. He'd never ask her though- she was famous for her rants and her temper, and Will was never sure what would set her off.
She had approached him with a book tucked under her arm, which he didn't recognize.
"Hey, Will, I thought you might like this. It's by Tolkien. You've seen the cartoon version. We watched it when we were kids." She pushed some of her reddish brown hair behind her ear, and Will considered her for a moment. She'd finally seemed to reach a growth spurt, and he was happy to see her spending time with friends at school. She'd seemed very lonely for a while, but now she was even trying to approach him in a civil way- something he'd never bothered to do.
"Nah, Maggie, you know I don't read. I don't have time!"
"Yeah, I guess sitting around smoking all day can be time consuming." Her eyes hardened with disapproval and Will felt the familiar mix of hurt and irritation inside of him, somewhere around his stomach.
"You don't know anything yet. You're just a kid, and I don't need that kind of shit from you, too. I get it everywhere else."
"You get it because you deserve it! Try giving people a chance, Will. Try giving yourself a chance!" And with that, she pushed the book into his hands and stalked off down the hallway. He didn't stop her, but turned to walk into his own room, looking down at the book only once.
The Lord of the Rings.
He traced his fingers over the old, withered cover and the illustration of the battle scene that lay before him, and he was filled with a sudden exhaustion. Maybe it was because of the day's various irritations and his recent bad moods, maybe it wasn't.
Still holding the book, he curled up on the bed- still wet and cold- and held the book. Maybe he would give it a chance.
And with that he fell asleep.
When he woke up, he was in a very different place indeed.
Everyone has seen the Mary Sues floating around, so I thought I'd try sticking a boy into middle earth. And he's not going to be very likable- I don't think even *I'll* like him very much, but maybe he'll do ok. I haven't planned ahead of the first couple chapters.
Thanks for reading this far! :-
-shirepony
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It was raining again, and Will was walking home.
He was walking because he didn't have a car, and he didn't have a car because he didn't pass Driver's Education. He was in the difficult time after high school and before college, but it didn't look like he'd be going to college. No, college was looking pretty hopeless at this stage- it was too late to get any scholarships; too late to do anything else.
He was angry at the rain, angry at the cigarette hanging from his lips, angry at himself.
By the time he reached the front door, he was soaked through, and he hurriedly took off his shoes and coat, retreating to his room, barely avoiding his pestering mother. He never saw his father anymore these days.
Maggie was a harder one to get rid of, though. His little sister was currently going into her sophomore year, and she already had the letter jacket littered with academic medals. She was everything that he wasn't, and he'd often wondered how she'd turned out so good in the environment they were born into. He'd never ask her though- she was famous for her rants and her temper, and Will was never sure what would set her off.
She had approached him with a book tucked under her arm, which he didn't recognize.
"Hey, Will, I thought you might like this. It's by Tolkien. You've seen the cartoon version. We watched it when we were kids." She pushed some of her reddish brown hair behind her ear, and Will considered her for a moment. She'd finally seemed to reach a growth spurt, and he was happy to see her spending time with friends at school. She'd seemed very lonely for a while, but now she was even trying to approach him in a civil way- something he'd never bothered to do.
"Nah, Maggie, you know I don't read. I don't have time!"
"Yeah, I guess sitting around smoking all day can be time consuming." Her eyes hardened with disapproval and Will felt the familiar mix of hurt and irritation inside of him, somewhere around his stomach.
"You don't know anything yet. You're just a kid, and I don't need that kind of shit from you, too. I get it everywhere else."
"You get it because you deserve it! Try giving people a chance, Will. Try giving yourself a chance!" And with that, she pushed the book into his hands and stalked off down the hallway. He didn't stop her, but turned to walk into his own room, looking down at the book only once.
The Lord of the Rings.
He traced his fingers over the old, withered cover and the illustration of the battle scene that lay before him, and he was filled with a sudden exhaustion. Maybe it was because of the day's various irritations and his recent bad moods, maybe it wasn't.
Still holding the book, he curled up on the bed- still wet and cold- and held the book. Maybe he would give it a chance.
And with that he fell asleep.
When he woke up, he was in a very different place indeed.