Disclaimer: I do not own the Lord of the Rings or any affiliated
merchandise. Darn, and Legolas is so hot, too.
A/N 1: This is a Mary-Sue! And a Legomance! If you don't like that, read it anyways! It's different!
A/N 2: This story also MAY contain some foul language and intimate scenes later on! I don't know if a PG-13 warning is right. If it's not, TELL ME!! Unfortunately, I am not a mind- reader, although I could have some fun with that!
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A buzzing alarm clock woke Sunni from a deep slumber. She groaned.
"Ugh, 5.30 is too early to wake up on summer vacation," she said as she hit the off button.
"You got that right," her brother, Alex, said as he walked into her room.
"Haven't you ever heard of knocking?"
"Yeah, I might have heard of it once or twice. Care to refresh my memory?" was his retort as he dropped himself into the armchair by the window. Well, folded himself, really. At 6'2", he stood a foot above Sunni.
Sunni threw her pillow at him, and they proceeded to have an all out war for the next few minutes.
"Come, dakka. Adam, you have chores to do. Sun, don't you have to be to practice soon?" their mother, Thippayaphim, commonly called Tip, walked into the room. She was already dressed in jeans, a t-shirt and boots, and her straight black hair was pulled into a ponytail.
"Where are Hope and Maja?" Sunni asked. Hope was her five-year-old sister, and Maja was one of Sunni's triplets. The other triplet, Evan, was probably outside already. She shared a room with Maja, but she was gone already.
"They're having breakfast. Up!" came the reply. With a groan, Alex extracted himself from the chair. Sunni rolled out of bed and began pulling on the leotard and track pants she had laid out the night before. She walked over to the mirror above her dresser and surveyed herself critically. An oval face with high cheekbones and almond shaped green eyes, surrounded by masses of black, loose curls stared back at her.
"Argh," she groaned, pulling her hair into a massive ponytail and then tucking it into a scrunchie. "Not perfect, but you'll do for now."
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One and two and three and four, Sunni counted to herself an hour later. "Jump, walkover, leap, extended pirouette, leap, toss, twist jump, split, catch, end."
"Good, Sunni," her coach Alira said. "Now, what can you improve on for the Hill Invitational next week?"
Alira picked up the blue ball and handed her a rope.
"I need to get higher in my leaps and I should be doing a double twist instead of a single with this music."
"Good. Now lets see your rope routine."
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(A/N: The rhythmic gymnastics scene above is pretty pointless, but it will probably be important to the story later on.)
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Sunni was out riding a few hours later. The horse she was riding was named Liberty, but she always called her Mirimë, which meant free in Elvish, the language of her favorite books, the Lord of the Rings.
"Come on Mir, let's have a trot," she murmured softly while touching the tall horse with her boots, just behind the girth. The horse picked up the faster gait immediately. "Good girl. You'll be ready to compete soon if you keep this up!"
Sunni's mother and aunt owned a large three-day event training stable. Liberty was the horse of one of their newest client, Angela Baerry. Too bad such a great horse was wasted on such a snob. Angela was not a great rider, and spent very little time with her horse, but still walked around the farm like she owned the place. Even easy-going Sunni wanted to strangle her sometimes.
A glittering light caught her eye. She sat deeper in the saddle and slowed Mirimë to a stop. Sunni glanced back to see what was causing the shimmering light. Hanging from a branch on a nearby tree was a small silver object. She carefully turned Mirimë and rode back to the tree. Leaning out of the saddle, she picked up a small, indistinct silver ring. Inside was an inscription in a foreign language.
"Qenya? What is an elvish ring doing in California? There is one ring to bind them, And one ring to... fly them? What the heck?" Well, if it is a joke, I might as well try it on. It is a pretty ring. She slipped the ring onto her middle finger. Suddenly she was falling, falling.
"Uff," was all that she got out as she crashed to the ground, before a harsh voice asked,
"What are you doing laying on the ground? What is your business in the kingdom of Mirkwood?" As Sunni slowly opened one eye, she was greeted with the sight of an arrow, pointed directly into her face.
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AN: Well, what do you guys think? Love letters, hate mail and suggestions will all be read, and hate mail will then be burned. Should I continue? I am going to anyways, so you might as well say yes.
A/N 1: This is a Mary-Sue! And a Legomance! If you don't like that, read it anyways! It's different!
A/N 2: This story also MAY contain some foul language and intimate scenes later on! I don't know if a PG-13 warning is right. If it's not, TELL ME!! Unfortunately, I am not a mind- reader, although I could have some fun with that!
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
A buzzing alarm clock woke Sunni from a deep slumber. She groaned.
"Ugh, 5.30 is too early to wake up on summer vacation," she said as she hit the off button.
"You got that right," her brother, Alex, said as he walked into her room.
"Haven't you ever heard of knocking?"
"Yeah, I might have heard of it once or twice. Care to refresh my memory?" was his retort as he dropped himself into the armchair by the window. Well, folded himself, really. At 6'2", he stood a foot above Sunni.
Sunni threw her pillow at him, and they proceeded to have an all out war for the next few minutes.
"Come, dakka. Adam, you have chores to do. Sun, don't you have to be to practice soon?" their mother, Thippayaphim, commonly called Tip, walked into the room. She was already dressed in jeans, a t-shirt and boots, and her straight black hair was pulled into a ponytail.
"Where are Hope and Maja?" Sunni asked. Hope was her five-year-old sister, and Maja was one of Sunni's triplets. The other triplet, Evan, was probably outside already. She shared a room with Maja, but she was gone already.
"They're having breakfast. Up!" came the reply. With a groan, Alex extracted himself from the chair. Sunni rolled out of bed and began pulling on the leotard and track pants she had laid out the night before. She walked over to the mirror above her dresser and surveyed herself critically. An oval face with high cheekbones and almond shaped green eyes, surrounded by masses of black, loose curls stared back at her.
"Argh," she groaned, pulling her hair into a massive ponytail and then tucking it into a scrunchie. "Not perfect, but you'll do for now."
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
One and two and three and four, Sunni counted to herself an hour later. "Jump, walkover, leap, extended pirouette, leap, toss, twist jump, split, catch, end."
"Good, Sunni," her coach Alira said. "Now, what can you improve on for the Hill Invitational next week?"
Alira picked up the blue ball and handed her a rope.
"I need to get higher in my leaps and I should be doing a double twist instead of a single with this music."
"Good. Now lets see your rope routine."
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
(A/N: The rhythmic gymnastics scene above is pretty pointless, but it will probably be important to the story later on.)
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Sunni was out riding a few hours later. The horse she was riding was named Liberty, but she always called her Mirimë, which meant free in Elvish, the language of her favorite books, the Lord of the Rings.
"Come on Mir, let's have a trot," she murmured softly while touching the tall horse with her boots, just behind the girth. The horse picked up the faster gait immediately. "Good girl. You'll be ready to compete soon if you keep this up!"
Sunni's mother and aunt owned a large three-day event training stable. Liberty was the horse of one of their newest client, Angela Baerry. Too bad such a great horse was wasted on such a snob. Angela was not a great rider, and spent very little time with her horse, but still walked around the farm like she owned the place. Even easy-going Sunni wanted to strangle her sometimes.
A glittering light caught her eye. She sat deeper in the saddle and slowed Mirimë to a stop. Sunni glanced back to see what was causing the shimmering light. Hanging from a branch on a nearby tree was a small silver object. She carefully turned Mirimë and rode back to the tree. Leaning out of the saddle, she picked up a small, indistinct silver ring. Inside was an inscription in a foreign language.
"Qenya? What is an elvish ring doing in California? There is one ring to bind them, And one ring to... fly them? What the heck?" Well, if it is a joke, I might as well try it on. It is a pretty ring. She slipped the ring onto her middle finger. Suddenly she was falling, falling.
"Uff," was all that she got out as she crashed to the ground, before a harsh voice asked,
"What are you doing laying on the ground? What is your business in the kingdom of Mirkwood?" As Sunni slowly opened one eye, she was greeted with the sight of an arrow, pointed directly into her face.
**~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~**
AN: Well, what do you guys think? Love letters, hate mail and suggestions will all be read, and hate mail will then be burned. Should I continue? I am going to anyways, so you might as well say yes.