Terrible Elwen
By Jade Limill
Disclaimer: I do not own what Tolkien created. I do own Amy, Lord Derrick and Elwen.
Warnings: This is a Mary-Sue. If you do not like Mary-Sues, please do not read. If you like to see Mary-Sues die, this is also not the place for you.
Chapter 1
It started when Elwen was twenty-three years old. It was on her twenty-third birthday, which was five in human years, when she became an orphan. She always got what she wanted. She simply flashed her eyes from indigo to violet, and that person was under her control.
The one thing she had to have at that party was a set of battle armor from the Last Alliance. She loved stories about the battles, and wanted a Last Alliance theme birthday party. So her parents bought armor off the black market for the party.
The trouble with the black market, is that you never know if you're getting exactly what you want. So her parents can not be faulted for getting cursed armor that liked to murder people a lot.
When the party began, all was well. When the full moon rose that night, the party was still in full swing. The Cursed Armor started with the adults who were inside drinking iced wine. Their throats were slit without a sound. When it came outside, it targeted Elwen first, her being the center of attention.
"Stop!" She cried, her eyes flashing violet. The Cursed Armor took her inside and took her upstairs, onto the very top floor, where he locked her in for three days and nights, teaching her to use her powers more fully.
Eventually, she sent the armor away to Mordor, where it was said to stay until she called it forth again. Lord Elrond took her in, and she had no work to do at all. She discovered it pleased her immensely to call people by nicknames.
Glorfindel was the worst off. He was often called Glory,' Gorry,' Gloria,' or at times Glorfy.' Elrohir became Lir' Ro' and Rohi.' Elladan was known as Lada,' and Dan.'
She called visiting royalty nicknames, also. Celeborn was known as Celly.' Galadriel was called Gal,' or Glad.'
One fateful day, King Thranduil of Mirkwood decided to visit with his son, Legolas. He avoided her at all costs, though Legolas, unfortunately, could not. Soon there was a Leggy,' Leggo,' Legs,' and Lassy,' running around Rivendell.
Since Elwen always got what she wanted, and she wanted Legolas, she came by a new goal. Thranduil seemed unaffected by her eyes, perhaps due to his own silver ones, which shone, bright as stars.
It took her two days to make Legolas "Fall in love" with her. It took another three years to turn the ElvenKing to her will, but it was finally done. This is how and it happened, and the disaster that occurred after it. . . . .
##### A/N: This is really terrible, i know, but it gets better, I promise. This first chapter is like a summary, and the rest will be an actual story. thanks for reading and please review, only be civil. Thank you,
Jade Limill
Replies to Epilogue of A Slave Named Amy:
Melanie Greenleaf- thanks.
M.A.D.- thanks. I hope you like it.
moonshine44- thanks. I really try to put in detail, but I think it's easier not to, as anyone can imagine what people, places, etc. look like.
leggylover4ever- I'm writing it, I promise!
By Jade Limill
Disclaimer: I do not own what Tolkien created. I do own Amy, Lord Derrick and Elwen.
Warnings: This is a Mary-Sue. If you do not like Mary-Sues, please do not read. If you like to see Mary-Sues die, this is also not the place for you.
Chapter 1
It started when Elwen was twenty-three years old. It was on her twenty-third birthday, which was five in human years, when she became an orphan. She always got what she wanted. She simply flashed her eyes from indigo to violet, and that person was under her control.
The one thing she had to have at that party was a set of battle armor from the Last Alliance. She loved stories about the battles, and wanted a Last Alliance theme birthday party. So her parents bought armor off the black market for the party.
The trouble with the black market, is that you never know if you're getting exactly what you want. So her parents can not be faulted for getting cursed armor that liked to murder people a lot.
When the party began, all was well. When the full moon rose that night, the party was still in full swing. The Cursed Armor started with the adults who were inside drinking iced wine. Their throats were slit without a sound. When it came outside, it targeted Elwen first, her being the center of attention.
"Stop!" She cried, her eyes flashing violet. The Cursed Armor took her inside and took her upstairs, onto the very top floor, where he locked her in for three days and nights, teaching her to use her powers more fully.
Eventually, she sent the armor away to Mordor, where it was said to stay until she called it forth again. Lord Elrond took her in, and she had no work to do at all. She discovered it pleased her immensely to call people by nicknames.
Glorfindel was the worst off. He was often called Glory,' Gorry,' Gloria,' or at times Glorfy.' Elrohir became Lir' Ro' and Rohi.' Elladan was known as Lada,' and Dan.'
She called visiting royalty nicknames, also. Celeborn was known as Celly.' Galadriel was called Gal,' or Glad.'
One fateful day, King Thranduil of Mirkwood decided to visit with his son, Legolas. He avoided her at all costs, though Legolas, unfortunately, could not. Soon there was a Leggy,' Leggo,' Legs,' and Lassy,' running around Rivendell.
Since Elwen always got what she wanted, and she wanted Legolas, she came by a new goal. Thranduil seemed unaffected by her eyes, perhaps due to his own silver ones, which shone, bright as stars.
It took her two days to make Legolas "Fall in love" with her. It took another three years to turn the ElvenKing to her will, but it was finally done. This is how and it happened, and the disaster that occurred after it. . . . .
##### A/N: This is really terrible, i know, but it gets better, I promise. This first chapter is like a summary, and the rest will be an actual story. thanks for reading and please review, only be civil. Thank you,
Jade Limill
Replies to Epilogue of A Slave Named Amy:
Melanie Greenleaf- thanks.
M.A.D.- thanks. I hope you like it.
moonshine44- thanks. I really try to put in detail, but I think it's easier not to, as anyone can imagine what people, places, etc. look like.
leggylover4ever- I'm writing it, I promise!