The Mary Sue Sagas

A series of short fiction stories starring:

Dreamy!Mary Sue

Kick Ass!Mary Sue

Aloof!Mary Sue

Female Lead's Best Friend!Mary Sue

Adventurous!Mary Sue

Tortured Past!Mary Sue

Disclaimer: I do not own Legolas and, thankfully, neither does Mary Sue.

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Mary Sue was one of the most beautiful, intelligent and talented girls in Middle Earth, just like her five sisters. She had long, wavy, ash blonde hair that sparkled in the golden sun and her eyes were of the palest sapphire blue. Her skin was soft and fair with warm peach undertones that prevented her from looking too anaemic. She was even slim, with a perfect hourglass figure and curves in all the right places.

A sensitive soul, Mary Sue was dreamy and romantic, with a natural ability to capture any man's heart at a glance. She could often be found at formal dances, walking alongside picturesque rivers or sitting on balconies singing softly and sweetly to herself.

It was by chance, one day that Mary Sue found herself walking along a woodland path, having by accident strayed from the trail that ran alongside the picturesque river. Normally she would have turned back at once but the path was so beautiful that she forgot her natural instincts and carried on walking. The season was late springtime so the trees were almost in full bloom and the woodland carpet was an array of magnificent colours.

Pausing momentarily to hear the melodious singing of a bluebird (a common species, native to Middle Earth), she stooped to pick a small bunch of the most beautiful and exquisite flowers she had ever seen - powder pink to match her silken diamante-encrusted gown (her father was incredibly rich and well-known you see).

It was unfortunate then, that at the exact moment she let her guard down she heard a low and menacing snarling sound behind her. Eyes wide with fear, Mary Sue turned around and to her dismay was faced with the most terrifying creature she had ever witnessed. The wolf was at least five feet tall with matted black fur and fangs like knives that dripped with foul saliva. In an instant, the sun disappeared and Mary Sue was left shivering in a dark and sinister forest, nothing like the charming glade she had stood in seconds ago.

The wolf narrowed its hungry yellow eyes at her and let out a guttural growl. It had been a long time since he had tasted such perfect and tender meat – Mary Sues were becoming so infrequent along this path since they had discovered a shorter route to King Thranduil's palace.

Mary Sue cowered against a tree and let out a sorrowful, frightened whimper as the wolf prepared to leap upon her and tear her beautiful body apart in a starved frenzy. Sobbing, she chided herself for not being attacked by a wolf in a place where there were more handsome young men present, a formal dance for example. Now, she thought, there was no one here to save her, not even an unsightly old man.

In that instant, the fearsome creature pounced, leaping towards her on powerful legs. She had no time even to scream before it had pinned her to the ground, covering her delicate hand-embroidered dress in mud. But before it had time to do more than snap at her pale face with its vicious incisors, the formidable beast had been struck down and to the young girl's surprise suddenly lay lifeless with a slender arrow embedded in the tough skin of its neck.

Mary Sue let out a gasp of relief. She was so lucky to be the sort of girl who always got rescued just in time. Smiling to herself, she looked up to see the man who had so valiantly saved her life and met the eyes of the most handsome Elf she had ever seen. He was tall and fair-haired with blue eyes – eyes that Mary Sue immediately found herself lost in, with no hope of ever finding her way out.

The Elf gazed down at her - evidently he was also lost in her eyes too, so for some time they simply stared at each other without blinking. Above them, the sun came out from behind the dark clouds that were rapidly evaporating and at their feet flowers miraculously reappeared, a hundred times more beautiful than they had been before. The bluebirds even emerged from their hiding places and began to flutter around their blonde, preoccupied heads.

This is probably what caused the Elf to come to his senses (the bluebirds were chirping adorably which can be irritating when they are inches from your face). Snapping out of his dream-like state he offered a hand to Mary Sue to help her back on her feet, found his most charming smile and said, with a sparkle of his teeth, "I'm Prince Legolas Greenleaf of the Mirkwood Realm."

Mary Sue gasped; her eyes open wide in amazement. Surely this wasn't the Prince Legolas Greenleaf of Mirkwood, the most handsome Elf in all Middle Earth, of whom she had heard so much talk at home?

As if reading her mind, Legolas grinned, tossed his long blonde locks behind his shoulders and said, "I am the most handsome Elf in all Middle Earth. To whom do I hold this honour?"

Swooning gracefully and blushing the colour of summer rosebuds, Mary Sue replied with captivating coyness, "My name is Mary Sue, and the honour is mine." She extended her dainty, porcelain-like hand and he took it in his own, raising it to his fair lips and kissing it gently. Mary Sue blushed the colour of summer rosebuds that had been accidentally dropped in tomato ketchup at a garden party.

"Mary Sue…" Legolas breathed, "I believe that name is the most beautiful three syllables that I have ever heard." Placing his hand on her silken brow, he frowned. "Your forehead is hot to the touch, are you alright? You must have had quite a shock."

She smiled weakly, her skin becoming pale and translucent. "Yes…" she whispered softly before she slipped into unconsciousness, sinking gently into Legolas's strong arms.

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It was warm, although there was a soft breeze from somewhere playing across her face. A voice called to her from afar, called her name. Mary Sue stirred, suddenly realising that the voice was not all that far away after all. "Mary Sue…"

She opened her raindrop blue eyes and tried to focus them. Above her, she could make out an intricately carved ceiling, some soft gossamer drapes and, moving her eyes down, the face that matched the voice. Legolas gazed down at her as she lay in a soft bed covered in crushed velvet sheets, his charming face full of worry and concern for her and only her.

"It's alright, Legolas," she smiled up at him. "I am not hurt."

Legolas looked relieved and she grasped his hand reassuringly. "For a moment," he said gravely, "I thought I had lost you. And that was a thought that I could not bear because you are the only woman I could ever be in love with."

Mary Sue sighed happily to herself; this was what she had always dreamed of.  Not only was the most handsome Elf in all Middle Earth truly, madly, deeply in love with her, but now they had the most beautiful, romantic and altogether original story of how they met to tell their children, grandchildren and great-grandchildren for many perfect years to come.