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Okay, I'm going to set a few things straight first. My character does not look like wonder-WOW-mostbeautifulonEarth-woman. She looks like any elven maiden from Rivendell. All female elves in this story read Elvish. All female elves are basically as I describe Sul-Arrna, my character. All elves have temper problems, but she has a large temper problem. If it's Mary-Sue- ish, please tell me. Enjoy. or don't. Whatever you please.
Hello. I am a mouse. Or, rather, I am a mouse now. I wasn't a mouse a year ago. I was just another generic elven maid from Rivendell. I read, I spoke Sindarin and Quenya, wore gowns and didn't use a weapon. That's right folks, I can't handle weaponry, and I don't wish to learn. So, you might be wondering what I looked like. Well. I had pale skin and blue-black hair. My eyes were grey. I had long legs like all elves, and a long-ish face. I was a bit more curved then your average stick-with-small-knobs-on-it elven maiden, but I tried not to flaunt it. Generic female elf right? Wrong. I'm afraid I have a bit of a temper. All right, I have a huge temper. I also have a seemingly endless repertoire of insults for every occasion. It has gotten me in deep trouble many times in the past.
So, I was out, talking to Gandalf. I loved to learn from him. He knows so many interesting things. When he had to leave, he told me to seek Saruman if I still craved knowledge. Obviously, I went. There, I had the misfortune to come upon one of Saruman's orcs. I screamed, ran into Orthanc and told Saruman about it. He merely smiled. It wasn't a very nice smile. It looked like he wanted to eat me for dinner. Then he told me everything. Odd. I would have thought that he would make an excuse. However, he did not and I grew suspicious. I was about to ask why he had told me all of this, but suddenly, he seemed to be getting larger. He laughed at me and then he said,
"Now, elf, since you seem to know all of my secrets, I shall have to silence you. Elves love nature, so I thought it fitting to turn you into a mouse. And then, I shall send you to Mirkwood, home of spiders that will bring you home to their young to eat. Goodbye."
So, here I am, a mouse, pet of Legolas Greenleaf, Prince of Mirkwood.
Okay, I'm going to set a few things straight first. My character does not look like wonder-WOW-mostbeautifulonEarth-woman. She looks like any elven maiden from Rivendell. All female elves in this story read Elvish. All female elves are basically as I describe Sul-Arrna, my character. All elves have temper problems, but she has a large temper problem. If it's Mary-Sue- ish, please tell me. Enjoy. or don't. Whatever you please.
Hello. I am a mouse. Or, rather, I am a mouse now. I wasn't a mouse a year ago. I was just another generic elven maid from Rivendell. I read, I spoke Sindarin and Quenya, wore gowns and didn't use a weapon. That's right folks, I can't handle weaponry, and I don't wish to learn. So, you might be wondering what I looked like. Well. I had pale skin and blue-black hair. My eyes were grey. I had long legs like all elves, and a long-ish face. I was a bit more curved then your average stick-with-small-knobs-on-it elven maiden, but I tried not to flaunt it. Generic female elf right? Wrong. I'm afraid I have a bit of a temper. All right, I have a huge temper. I also have a seemingly endless repertoire of insults for every occasion. It has gotten me in deep trouble many times in the past.
So, I was out, talking to Gandalf. I loved to learn from him. He knows so many interesting things. When he had to leave, he told me to seek Saruman if I still craved knowledge. Obviously, I went. There, I had the misfortune to come upon one of Saruman's orcs. I screamed, ran into Orthanc and told Saruman about it. He merely smiled. It wasn't a very nice smile. It looked like he wanted to eat me for dinner. Then he told me everything. Odd. I would have thought that he would make an excuse. However, he did not and I grew suspicious. I was about to ask why he had told me all of this, but suddenly, he seemed to be getting larger. He laughed at me and then he said,
"Now, elf, since you seem to know all of my secrets, I shall have to silence you. Elves love nature, so I thought it fitting to turn you into a mouse. And then, I shall send you to Mirkwood, home of spiders that will bring you home to their young to eat. Goodbye."
So, here I am, a mouse, pet of Legolas Greenleaf, Prince of Mirkwood.