A/N: Don't even know WHERE this came from. Just an idea, I guess...
Disclaimer: I do not own Lord of the Rings, or any of the canon characters that I choose to torment. I do, unfortunately, own the Mary Sue, Rebecca Maria Elizabeth Carissa Lauren Jennifer Jacobson.
Worst Romance Ever Written
Chapter 1
Rebecca Maria Elizabeth Carissa Lauren Jennifer Jacobson sat down at her computer desk, drumming her neon-pink fingernails against the wood. The computer screen held the familiar image of the Wordpad, the wonderful blank page where stories she had written, such as Cute Guys and Cute Girls, had come forth. She now had a new challenge: Fanfiction. She had just discovered it, and decided to give it a go. A friend of hers had suggested she add a wonderful romance to the Lord of the Rings section, so here she sat, waiting for the inspiration.
She turned her attention from the computer screen to the walls of her room, which were covered with pictures of Orlando Bloom. Rebecca Maria Elizabeth Carissa Lauren Jennifer Jacobson gazed adoringly at each picture, but especially those that depicted Orlando as Legolas. She flipped her slightly wavy, silky blond hair over her shoulder and sighed in ecstacy.Suddenly, a grin came to her perfect, full lips, and she turned back to her computer and started typing rapidly.
This story, Rebecca Maria told herself, would be beyond any story she had ever written. Not only would the main character be a gorgeous girl somewhat like herself, but the other main character would be Legolas, the hottest Elf ever, in her opinion.
She giggled with excitement as she typed; how happy she was that Fanfiction existed!
Within the hour she had finished the first chapter. She yawned with exhaustion and rose from her seat, making her way out of the room to find something to munch on, but not before letting her eyes rove over her Legolas posters.
She soon returned to her room, an apple in hand. She took a bite of it and began reading the first chapter of her story again.
"Somebody help me! Please!" A young girl, only just fifteen, screamed out helplessly, her green-gray-blue-violet eyes searching the horizon desperately for a rescuer. Her face was lightly flushed and a bit dirty; her pure golden hair was slightly mussed.
"Quiet, you!" Shouted an orc.
The girl, whose name was Faith Marie Holt, struggled against the hold of the orc, screaming out again. A band of orcs had captured her in the woods, right after she had fallen into the strange land.
Suddenly, in the distance, she saw a rider on a white horse, and a lone tear dropped down her porcelain cheek as she sighed with happy relief.
The rider began shooting the band of orcs with arrows, and one by one they dropped, dead, until only two remained. The rider shot the one running orc, then quickly and gracefully dismounted, and ran at the remaining orc, who was carrying Faith, and proceeded to cut him down with his sword.
He gathered Faith into his arms, as she was tired and weak. She looked up into the fair face and just knew- this was the famous Legolas of Mirkwood. She slumped against the Elf Prince, exhausted.
"I'm so sorry, my lord," she gasped out, trying to stand on her own. She took a single step and fainted. Legolas simply swung her thin, petite body into his arms and mounted his horse with Faith before him.
"Such a beauty!" He said to himself as he carefully galloped towards Rivendell. He looked down at the girl before him and sighed. "She is gorgeous!" He stroked her cheek softly, making sure his grip on her was strong. He hastened towards Rivendell, trying to jostle her as little as possible.
Soon he arrived in the city. Many Elves rushed towards him in greeting, but stopped short when they saw his burden. "Get a healer!" many of them cried, for to let such a beauty go unattended would surely be a punishable crime. They carried Faith into a beautiful bedroom, decorated with-
Rebecca Maria Elizabeth Carissa Lauren Jennifer suddenly stopped reading. She turned towards her door and heard it again-that insistent, annoying little pecking sound. John! Her pesky little brother!
She jumped out of her chair, saved the file for her story, and ran towards her door. She heard her little brother scamper off. Rebecca whipped her door open, only to find blue paint streaking the bottom half of the perfectly white door.
"John!" She screamed, though not too loud. It was the perfect type of scream, loud enough to be heard but soft enought to remain lady-like. She gracefully entered her brother's room and started punishing him in very unique ways, such as pulling out single hairs very slowly. But enough about her torture methods...
Back in her room, safe in her computer's memory, lay what Rebecca Maria Elizabeth Carissa Lauren Jennifer Jacobson would call her greatest story ever. And, perhaps, her last.
A/N: Not sure where this came from, but please review and tell me what you think of it!