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A/N: This was written with stupidity in mind. The main characters are very much Mary Sues. I just wanted to write a Mary Sue fic for my own twisted enjoyment. Read on!
Chapter 1- The Storm
I was staring at the person who figured in all my obsessions. He was tall, fair, handsome...so close that I could reach out and touch him...but he didn't even know I existed. Such a sad life for a teen, especially one who just turned sweet 16. He was leaving. I couldn't bear to lose him...
So I found my remote control and hit pause, just so I could savor the sight of Legolas one more time, flicking a strand of dishwater blonde hair expertly out of my eyes. My friend Turan heaved a sigh, because this was about the fifteenth time I had done this.
"Come on, Vinya. Can we watch at least five minutes without you pausing it?!" I rolled my eyes.
"Look at that, Ainaelda. I mean, no other close-up grasps the feeling, the emotion, the loss in those incredibly dreamy eyes..."
"Earth to Vinya, he's getting off his horse. Now gimmie that remote!"
"Never!" I cried in my most Middle-Earth-ish voice. What ensued was something close to a rough WWF smackdown. Suddenly, while I was getting Ainaelda into a headlock, there was a loud crack of thunder from the storm outside, and the power went out. Now, I'm not really the screaming kind, so there wasn't a burst of noise. In fact, we both fell silent. Because the T.V. was still working. The movie was unpaused, even though the remote lay untouched about three feet away. We stared at the T.V. in utter silence, uncomprehending. Even the rain seemed to diminish in volume, even though it could only be raining harder. I let Ainaelda go, and we both stared at the T.V., watching the scene switch from Legolas to totally geeky Aragorn, even though Ainaelda somehow has a major crush on him. Ainaelda turned to get her mom when the silence was broken by an unexpected and even louder clap of thunder. We both jumped, Ainaelda cannoning into me, and myself into the T.V. There was a flash of white light, then nothing.
First off, my real name is not Vinyaduriel, though it might as well be. That would be my Elven name. My name's Katty Watson, and I just turned 16. Obviously, Ainaelda is not her real name; she's Jasmina Heath, and she turned 16 way before me. We've been friends, quite literally, since we were born. We were born in the same hospital and grew up with each other. There is nothing about Mina that I don't know, and vice versa. We're both completely and utterly obsessed with LOTR, almost to the point of danger. We both speak fluent Quenya and Sindarin (though I prefer Sindarin), do passably well in archery, can read any runic dialect Tolkein cares to throw at us, and you can't see our wallpaper because of all the posters. Our parents even took us to a psychiatrist, who demanded three big ones for telling us that we are 'living unsatisfactorily in our day-to-day lives, and thus prefer to immerse ourselves in a culture that better appeals to our adventurous and creative instincts.' Yeah. My parents weren't too happy. So, they let us be (after making us pay back that money), calling me Rion and her Ainaelda, even helping to quiz us in Quenya, which gave me some trouble, at first. At school, though, the majority of our teachers called us Katherine and Jasmina, not even Katty and Mina; our fellow classmates used our real names as often as they could, just to rub in the fact that they were our real names. I'm not quite sure if I believed Tolkein's world was real; but I know that I hoped with all my heart that it was. Back to my immediate problem.
Remember earlier, when I said I don't scream much? Well, in the minutes that followed after I crashed into the T.V., I made up for years of lost time. In my head, all I could hear was that music from the 'Twilight Zone', you know, that dee-dee-DEE-dee, dee-dee-DEE-dee sort of thing. It almost seemed like I was floating. Then, I collapsed onto something soft.
Shaken, I looked around. I was in the middle of a forest. I looked around again, a little slower this time. A forest...a very familiar forest...
"Suh-WEET!" I yelled, "I'm in Rivendell!" Unfortunately, Ainaelda was nowhere to be seen. I mean, I've read too many sci-fi/fantasy books not to know what was and was not real. So, there was no 'Oh, I must be dreaming, this is so not happening' period of denial. I knew I was in Rivendell, and I knew this was not a dream. I looked around once more, both taking in the scenery and looking for Ainaelda. I began to feel a bit panicky at the knowledge that she wasn't here. I heard movement outside the forest. I looked around for the source of it. It was a horse...and it was carrying Legolas!
Man, do you know how completely and totally awesome that was?! I mean, the obsession of my life for the past YEAR or close enough comes riding up, in person. I stood there with my jaw hanging stupidly open, because he is SO much hotter in real life (well, could you call this real life?) than he is in the movie. Then I shook myself back to life and closed my mouth. "Wait," I muttered, "Legolas isn't supposed to be at the Council, we're past that! He's in Moria, fighting off the Watcher!" He must have heard something, because he looked around, then peered into the woods in my direction. Suddenly petrified, I dove behind a small hillock with an 'eep' of alarm. He didn't suddenly appear over the edge looking at me, so I assume he either didn't see me or didn't find me enough of a threat to investigate. But someone else apparently did. I turned on my back to catch my breath and reassess my situation, and found another face looking down at me.
I was feeling incredibly jumpy already; finding a stranger catch me didn't help my fraying nerves any. But, I was over my screaming, so I just switched straight to panic mode. I scrambled backwards in a deranged parody of a crab walk.
"Don't hurt me, please, I didn't do anything-" I stopped in mid-sentence, suddenly realizing exactly who I was talking to. It was Arwen Undomiel! As in, the Evenstar! I also realized that I was taking for granted that she knew English. What was I talking about? Hadn't I spent more hours watching this movie than I have breathing? Hadn't I read the book more times than is probably healthy? Of course she knew English! Arwen smiled and laughed. I got an excellent idea in my mind. "M-mae govannem..." She had such a musical laugh...
"Indeed! Oh, calm down, Elf-child! I wouldn't dream of hurting an innocent like you!" Apparently, I wasn't as proficient in Sindarin as I thought, because she answered me in Eng-uh, wait, stop the tape. I did NOT just hear her call me Elf-child! Or...did I? As casually as I could, I slowly raised a hand to the side of my head and delicately felt along it until I found my ear. I patted along the curve of it with my fingertips. It wasn't shell-shaped, like it had been for the last sixteen years of my life; it was quite obviously and definitely pointy! I was completely floored. I was an Elf! A real, honest-to-goodness, pointy-eared, immortal, Elf! The whole nine yards, the complete package! Oh, this was way too cool! Then, a thought struck me like a harp chord and resonated. Hey, Legolas was single. And I was an Elf. Perhaps it could happen...? I snapped back to reality, realizing Arwen was looking at me funny. "Child, are you all right?" She apparently thought I was checking an injury, not realizing for the first time that I wasn't human. I mean, you don't really expect people to do that, do you? She knelt in one graceful movement and gently tilted my head to the side. Her fingers were gentle and soft. "Oh, you've got a bruise here, maybe a concussion. You're lucky I was out hunting today, or I might not have heard you! What happened? I heard you scream, and I came over." I opened my mouth, furiously searching for a plausible excuse. Abruptly, it came to me.
"I was looking for my friend, so, you know, I climbed the tree," I gestured vaguely above me, "and I lost my footing. You know." Oh please. That sounded lame even to me. However, she nodded understandingly.
"Well, I'll call off this hunting expedition and we'll get that head looked at." I looked around. Where WAS Ainaelda? I couldn't very well leave without her.
"But, my friend..." Arwen was very condescending, I found.
"Oh, yes, we'll find your little friend if she's lost as well. Now-" She never really finished that sentence, because we both heard someone scream, and branches snapping. Yep. I'd know that voice anywhere. Ainaelda had come to Middle Earth. Then I heard an all too familiar voice yell, and the scream rose in volume and panic.
"Ta naa neuma!" I jumped up, hoping to God that they wouldn't shoot my best friend.
"NO! It's not a trap! THAT'S MY BEST FRIEND!" I repeated the message as loud as I could, in Sindarin, Quenya, and again in English. I ran towards the source of the commotion, amazed at how FAST I could run now. After all, I was an Elf, wasn't I? Ha!
True to my prediction, Ainaelda was lying in a heap, surrounded by Elves with an arrow knocked and drawn on their bows. I shoved through them and helped her up, hoping she would catch on as quickly as I had. She did. I mean, we read all the same stuff, we share the same mentality. How could I have doubted her? She gave Arwen the evil eye, knowing perfectly well who she was. I believe I mentioned earlier that she has the hugest crush on Aragorn? It must be sad, being infatuated with a man who's already as good as married. Wait a minute, what was I talking about? Didn't I have a crush on an ELF, for Pete's sake? Then again, that was before I became an Elf and landed in Middle Earth.
I helped her up as Arwen went around and got all those bows put away, for which I was eternally grateful. Sure, I enjoy being an Elf. And I'd really like it to last longer than five minutes, and those arrows were no joke. Once we sorted everything out, and it was confirmed that Ainaelda and I were not threats, we all started back for the house of Elrond. SWEET! Hey, exactly how many sixteen year olds do YOU know that can say that? In a flash, it seemed, Arwen suddenly remembered her manners.
"Oh, I've been so rude! I never introduced myself. My name is Arwen Evenstar. This is Arioch, Elentari," She went on to name everyone in her hunting party. I sincerely hoped I wouldn't have to remember this, because all those names just flew in one ear and out the other. Then, "Now then. What are YOUR names?"
"Vinyaduriel," I said, all too conscious of the missing surname.
"Ainaelda," she said, apparently catching my growing doubts. I kept getting the feeling that we had only dressed up as Elves, and any second they would figure it out, slaughter us mercilessly, then pretend it was an accident. Arwen looked politely puzzled. Dude, mystic Elf or no mystic Elf, she had better drop that 'Oh, I must be talking to a two year old' attitude, or she would really learn the consequences of giving up her immortality. Sorry. Moving on.
"Do you have a last name?" We both shook our heads in unison. The other Elves from the hunting party looked at us sympathetically. I was getting the feeling that this probably connotated we were orphans, or something. Boy, that must be rare. How can you be an orphan when your parents are immortal? I was fully ready to cook up some bogus story, but Arwen didn't ask any questions. That's right; don't ask a two year old about their parents; they might cry. I'll give HER a reason to cry.
I couldn't stop staring once we got into the city, or whatever. I mean, this is all great in the movie theatres. But this was REAL. All of it was real. Real buildings, real Elves, real everything. It was absolutely astonishing. It was really a shame that Tolkein never got to visit the world he created; he'd be a lot more gratified.
Arwen led us to whatever passed for an infirmary, and got the bruises we accumulated from our, I don't know what you would call it, dimensional leap? Luckily, there was no concussion, only bruises, and those were quickly taken care of. There's one thing I sure don't miss about home. These medicines were miracle workers. Then, Arwen led us to rooms that we could share. Once the door shut, we turned to each other, gripped each other's arms, and shrieked. Once we got over that, we looked around, amazed. Because hey, we were in an Elven town; there was a hell of a lot to be amazed about. I glanced at Ainaelda, then did a double take.
"What?" she asked, suddenly, noticing, "What's wrong? God, I don't have a zit or anything, do I? Oh, that would just be perfect, wouldn't it?" She went on, but I didn't listen. She looked different. I mean, the frizzy brownish, redish curls that I had grown up seeing her with were changing. It wasn't so frizzy any more, and it was definitely becoming more redish tinted, like she had gotten highlights. And her eyes. They weren't just a pale green anymore; the green was still pale, but it was clearing and deepening, so you couldn't possibly miss it. And was she taller? "Hey, Rion. What happened? You look...different." Was it happening to me, too?
"Yeah, so do you..." We stared at each other for a second, then raced over to the mirror. I beat her there and stared hard at my reflection.
Oh God, it WAS changing! Like her, my hair wasn't frizzing out to the great wazoo anymore, and it wasn't wavy or triangular, like the yield sign that it usually was. It was straightening and smoothing. And, like her, it looked like I had gotten highlights as well, pure blond ones, like my hair had finally made up its mind between blond and brown. Again, like her, my eyes changed too. They weren't a cloudy mix of whatever color it decided to be that day. They were blue, a powerful blue almost the shade of Arwen's in the movie, only a touch darker, like a sapphire. Which was weird, because out in the woods, her eyes were the fabulous grey Tolkien said they were. Wow, that was going to be really weird... Well, anyway, no, it wasn't my imagination; we were both taller, and our hair was gradually getting longer. We were turning into Elves!
A/N: Cliches, how I love thee so! And, sadly, there is more to come...
A/N: This was written with stupidity in mind. The main characters are very much Mary Sues. I just wanted to write a Mary Sue fic for my own twisted enjoyment. Read on!
Chapter 1- The Storm
I was staring at the person who figured in all my obsessions. He was tall, fair, handsome...so close that I could reach out and touch him...but he didn't even know I existed. Such a sad life for a teen, especially one who just turned sweet 16. He was leaving. I couldn't bear to lose him...
So I found my remote control and hit pause, just so I could savor the sight of Legolas one more time, flicking a strand of dishwater blonde hair expertly out of my eyes. My friend Turan heaved a sigh, because this was about the fifteenth time I had done this.
"Come on, Vinya. Can we watch at least five minutes without you pausing it?!" I rolled my eyes.
"Look at that, Ainaelda. I mean, no other close-up grasps the feeling, the emotion, the loss in those incredibly dreamy eyes..."
"Earth to Vinya, he's getting off his horse. Now gimmie that remote!"
"Never!" I cried in my most Middle-Earth-ish voice. What ensued was something close to a rough WWF smackdown. Suddenly, while I was getting Ainaelda into a headlock, there was a loud crack of thunder from the storm outside, and the power went out. Now, I'm not really the screaming kind, so there wasn't a burst of noise. In fact, we both fell silent. Because the T.V. was still working. The movie was unpaused, even though the remote lay untouched about three feet away. We stared at the T.V. in utter silence, uncomprehending. Even the rain seemed to diminish in volume, even though it could only be raining harder. I let Ainaelda go, and we both stared at the T.V., watching the scene switch from Legolas to totally geeky Aragorn, even though Ainaelda somehow has a major crush on him. Ainaelda turned to get her mom when the silence was broken by an unexpected and even louder clap of thunder. We both jumped, Ainaelda cannoning into me, and myself into the T.V. There was a flash of white light, then nothing.
First off, my real name is not Vinyaduriel, though it might as well be. That would be my Elven name. My name's Katty Watson, and I just turned 16. Obviously, Ainaelda is not her real name; she's Jasmina Heath, and she turned 16 way before me. We've been friends, quite literally, since we were born. We were born in the same hospital and grew up with each other. There is nothing about Mina that I don't know, and vice versa. We're both completely and utterly obsessed with LOTR, almost to the point of danger. We both speak fluent Quenya and Sindarin (though I prefer Sindarin), do passably well in archery, can read any runic dialect Tolkein cares to throw at us, and you can't see our wallpaper because of all the posters. Our parents even took us to a psychiatrist, who demanded three big ones for telling us that we are 'living unsatisfactorily in our day-to-day lives, and thus prefer to immerse ourselves in a culture that better appeals to our adventurous and creative instincts.' Yeah. My parents weren't too happy. So, they let us be (after making us pay back that money), calling me Rion and her Ainaelda, even helping to quiz us in Quenya, which gave me some trouble, at first. At school, though, the majority of our teachers called us Katherine and Jasmina, not even Katty and Mina; our fellow classmates used our real names as often as they could, just to rub in the fact that they were our real names. I'm not quite sure if I believed Tolkein's world was real; but I know that I hoped with all my heart that it was. Back to my immediate problem.
Remember earlier, when I said I don't scream much? Well, in the minutes that followed after I crashed into the T.V., I made up for years of lost time. In my head, all I could hear was that music from the 'Twilight Zone', you know, that dee-dee-DEE-dee, dee-dee-DEE-dee sort of thing. It almost seemed like I was floating. Then, I collapsed onto something soft.
Shaken, I looked around. I was in the middle of a forest. I looked around again, a little slower this time. A forest...a very familiar forest...
"Suh-WEET!" I yelled, "I'm in Rivendell!" Unfortunately, Ainaelda was nowhere to be seen. I mean, I've read too many sci-fi/fantasy books not to know what was and was not real. So, there was no 'Oh, I must be dreaming, this is so not happening' period of denial. I knew I was in Rivendell, and I knew this was not a dream. I looked around once more, both taking in the scenery and looking for Ainaelda. I began to feel a bit panicky at the knowledge that she wasn't here. I heard movement outside the forest. I looked around for the source of it. It was a horse...and it was carrying Legolas!
Man, do you know how completely and totally awesome that was?! I mean, the obsession of my life for the past YEAR or close enough comes riding up, in person. I stood there with my jaw hanging stupidly open, because he is SO much hotter in real life (well, could you call this real life?) than he is in the movie. Then I shook myself back to life and closed my mouth. "Wait," I muttered, "Legolas isn't supposed to be at the Council, we're past that! He's in Moria, fighting off the Watcher!" He must have heard something, because he looked around, then peered into the woods in my direction. Suddenly petrified, I dove behind a small hillock with an 'eep' of alarm. He didn't suddenly appear over the edge looking at me, so I assume he either didn't see me or didn't find me enough of a threat to investigate. But someone else apparently did. I turned on my back to catch my breath and reassess my situation, and found another face looking down at me.
I was feeling incredibly jumpy already; finding a stranger catch me didn't help my fraying nerves any. But, I was over my screaming, so I just switched straight to panic mode. I scrambled backwards in a deranged parody of a crab walk.
"Don't hurt me, please, I didn't do anything-" I stopped in mid-sentence, suddenly realizing exactly who I was talking to. It was Arwen Undomiel! As in, the Evenstar! I also realized that I was taking for granted that she knew English. What was I talking about? Hadn't I spent more hours watching this movie than I have breathing? Hadn't I read the book more times than is probably healthy? Of course she knew English! Arwen smiled and laughed. I got an excellent idea in my mind. "M-mae govannem..." She had such a musical laugh...
"Indeed! Oh, calm down, Elf-child! I wouldn't dream of hurting an innocent like you!" Apparently, I wasn't as proficient in Sindarin as I thought, because she answered me in Eng-uh, wait, stop the tape. I did NOT just hear her call me Elf-child! Or...did I? As casually as I could, I slowly raised a hand to the side of my head and delicately felt along it until I found my ear. I patted along the curve of it with my fingertips. It wasn't shell-shaped, like it had been for the last sixteen years of my life; it was quite obviously and definitely pointy! I was completely floored. I was an Elf! A real, honest-to-goodness, pointy-eared, immortal, Elf! The whole nine yards, the complete package! Oh, this was way too cool! Then, a thought struck me like a harp chord and resonated. Hey, Legolas was single. And I was an Elf. Perhaps it could happen...? I snapped back to reality, realizing Arwen was looking at me funny. "Child, are you all right?" She apparently thought I was checking an injury, not realizing for the first time that I wasn't human. I mean, you don't really expect people to do that, do you? She knelt in one graceful movement and gently tilted my head to the side. Her fingers were gentle and soft. "Oh, you've got a bruise here, maybe a concussion. You're lucky I was out hunting today, or I might not have heard you! What happened? I heard you scream, and I came over." I opened my mouth, furiously searching for a plausible excuse. Abruptly, it came to me.
"I was looking for my friend, so, you know, I climbed the tree," I gestured vaguely above me, "and I lost my footing. You know." Oh please. That sounded lame even to me. However, she nodded understandingly.
"Well, I'll call off this hunting expedition and we'll get that head looked at." I looked around. Where WAS Ainaelda? I couldn't very well leave without her.
"But, my friend..." Arwen was very condescending, I found.
"Oh, yes, we'll find your little friend if she's lost as well. Now-" She never really finished that sentence, because we both heard someone scream, and branches snapping. Yep. I'd know that voice anywhere. Ainaelda had come to Middle Earth. Then I heard an all too familiar voice yell, and the scream rose in volume and panic.
"Ta naa neuma!" I jumped up, hoping to God that they wouldn't shoot my best friend.
"NO! It's not a trap! THAT'S MY BEST FRIEND!" I repeated the message as loud as I could, in Sindarin, Quenya, and again in English. I ran towards the source of the commotion, amazed at how FAST I could run now. After all, I was an Elf, wasn't I? Ha!
True to my prediction, Ainaelda was lying in a heap, surrounded by Elves with an arrow knocked and drawn on their bows. I shoved through them and helped her up, hoping she would catch on as quickly as I had. She did. I mean, we read all the same stuff, we share the same mentality. How could I have doubted her? She gave Arwen the evil eye, knowing perfectly well who she was. I believe I mentioned earlier that she has the hugest crush on Aragorn? It must be sad, being infatuated with a man who's already as good as married. Wait a minute, what was I talking about? Didn't I have a crush on an ELF, for Pete's sake? Then again, that was before I became an Elf and landed in Middle Earth.
I helped her up as Arwen went around and got all those bows put away, for which I was eternally grateful. Sure, I enjoy being an Elf. And I'd really like it to last longer than five minutes, and those arrows were no joke. Once we sorted everything out, and it was confirmed that Ainaelda and I were not threats, we all started back for the house of Elrond. SWEET! Hey, exactly how many sixteen year olds do YOU know that can say that? In a flash, it seemed, Arwen suddenly remembered her manners.
"Oh, I've been so rude! I never introduced myself. My name is Arwen Evenstar. This is Arioch, Elentari," She went on to name everyone in her hunting party. I sincerely hoped I wouldn't have to remember this, because all those names just flew in one ear and out the other. Then, "Now then. What are YOUR names?"
"Vinyaduriel," I said, all too conscious of the missing surname.
"Ainaelda," she said, apparently catching my growing doubts. I kept getting the feeling that we had only dressed up as Elves, and any second they would figure it out, slaughter us mercilessly, then pretend it was an accident. Arwen looked politely puzzled. Dude, mystic Elf or no mystic Elf, she had better drop that 'Oh, I must be talking to a two year old' attitude, or she would really learn the consequences of giving up her immortality. Sorry. Moving on.
"Do you have a last name?" We both shook our heads in unison. The other Elves from the hunting party looked at us sympathetically. I was getting the feeling that this probably connotated we were orphans, or something. Boy, that must be rare. How can you be an orphan when your parents are immortal? I was fully ready to cook up some bogus story, but Arwen didn't ask any questions. That's right; don't ask a two year old about their parents; they might cry. I'll give HER a reason to cry.
I couldn't stop staring once we got into the city, or whatever. I mean, this is all great in the movie theatres. But this was REAL. All of it was real. Real buildings, real Elves, real everything. It was absolutely astonishing. It was really a shame that Tolkein never got to visit the world he created; he'd be a lot more gratified.
Arwen led us to whatever passed for an infirmary, and got the bruises we accumulated from our, I don't know what you would call it, dimensional leap? Luckily, there was no concussion, only bruises, and those were quickly taken care of. There's one thing I sure don't miss about home. These medicines were miracle workers. Then, Arwen led us to rooms that we could share. Once the door shut, we turned to each other, gripped each other's arms, and shrieked. Once we got over that, we looked around, amazed. Because hey, we were in an Elven town; there was a hell of a lot to be amazed about. I glanced at Ainaelda, then did a double take.
"What?" she asked, suddenly, noticing, "What's wrong? God, I don't have a zit or anything, do I? Oh, that would just be perfect, wouldn't it?" She went on, but I didn't listen. She looked different. I mean, the frizzy brownish, redish curls that I had grown up seeing her with were changing. It wasn't so frizzy any more, and it was definitely becoming more redish tinted, like she had gotten highlights. And her eyes. They weren't just a pale green anymore; the green was still pale, but it was clearing and deepening, so you couldn't possibly miss it. And was she taller? "Hey, Rion. What happened? You look...different." Was it happening to me, too?
"Yeah, so do you..." We stared at each other for a second, then raced over to the mirror. I beat her there and stared hard at my reflection.
Oh God, it WAS changing! Like her, my hair wasn't frizzing out to the great wazoo anymore, and it wasn't wavy or triangular, like the yield sign that it usually was. It was straightening and smoothing. And, like her, it looked like I had gotten highlights as well, pure blond ones, like my hair had finally made up its mind between blond and brown. Again, like her, my eyes changed too. They weren't a cloudy mix of whatever color it decided to be that day. They were blue, a powerful blue almost the shade of Arwen's in the movie, only a touch darker, like a sapphire. Which was weird, because out in the woods, her eyes were the fabulous grey Tolkien said they were. Wow, that was going to be really weird... Well, anyway, no, it wasn't my imagination; we were both taller, and our hair was gradually getting longer. We were turning into Elves!
A/N: Cliches, how I love thee so! And, sadly, there is more to come...