Disclaimer: I do not own Lord of the Rings, only my two OCs.

A.N: Have you survived the second chapter? Good. In this one we explore Nina's fears and I finally give a description of her too. Once again "" speaking, '' thoughts and italics is another language. Alright, enough of me blathering on and let's get on with the story.

I'm a Mary Sue!

I leapt up and sprinted for my room, ignoring the startled looks that Aragorn, Boromir and Merry gave me. Pippin was busy watching Megan fighting one of the twins, his mouth hanging open. I reached my room, beating the land speed record by one minute and four seconds. I was out of breath and practically fell into my room before army crawling towards my bag, pulling out a pen and two pieces paper. I sat at a table and wrote down on piece Mary Sue Characteristics and Non-Mary Sue Characteristics. I took a breath and then wrote down on the Mary Sue Characteristics:

Can fight.

Fell mysteriously into Middle Earth

Two faced

Cunning

Intelligent (?)

Can speak many language (?)

Then, on the other piece:

Not pretty

Cannot speak a lick of Elvish

Intelligent

Can speak many languages

Not planning to mess with the canon

Not planning to fall in love with any characters

No characters will fall for me

I sighed. While the non-Sue characteristics out weighed the other ones they were still there. I also couldn't tell if being intelligence was common for Sues. I rubbed my eyes and then realised that my fighting style is different. Most Sues happen to fight the traditional, Western style, but I used mixed martial arts. I put that one in the middle. I also realised that I was probably too old to be a Sue. Most Sues were in their teens, while I was a few months shy of twenty. Close, but important. I placed that in the centre too. I banged my head on the table and sighed again. I stood up and stared at myself in the full-length mirror. My hair is very dark, which is cut to my chin and is in layers. My skin is dark olive and I am pretty much flat. The years of ballet, quickly followed martial arts didn't really allow my body to grow any curves until late teens. I'm long limbed, which makes me appear slightly gawky. I do, however, like my fingers. It's an odd thing to like, but I do. They're long and slender, with relatively nice nails (currently painted a dark, bloody red), which are very long. They're perfect for playing bassoon and sometimes cello, but I have cut my nails for that one. My facial features are relatively normal. My eyes are probably the most interesting thing about my appearance. They're light brown, flecked with green, blue and yellow. I scowled as I remembered why I took up martial arts. I had learnt ballet since I was five and only stop when I was fourteen. Due to my height and slightly aged face, someone attempted to rob me. I kicked and screamed and a passerby, who was built like a boxer, helped me. I only had a few bruises, but I had been shaken up pretty badly. The idea that someone could hurt me so easily and I could do nothing scared me. It also scared my parents, so we agreed to start some self-defense classes. It was bloody hard work and I often came home, covered in bruises, stiff and sore. But, in the end, it was so worth it. I'm not the best, but the important thing is I own hold my own. I frowned and then glanced at the list. I'm not a Sue because two important things: 1) No character will fall in love with me and 2) I will not mess with the canon. As tempting as it was, I wouldn't. I was not meant to be here and therefore my imprint left on this place should be minimal. I groaned and went off to start some work on my chemistry. "Bleurgh!"

"There you are, you lazy girl!" Her shrill voice cut through the silence. She was standing in the middle of the doorway. I scowled at her and then continued to work balancing a rather tricky equation. "Come on! We have to go soon and you're not even dressed!" I merely rolled eyes at her before getting up. Meanwhile, she had cat walked her way up to the cupboard, flung the doors open and began to flick through the clothes. Her lips were a thin line, which, I had noticed, they usually were around me. She sucked her teeth as she glanced at me and then the clothes and then at me again. I could even see the clogs working in her mind as she tried to picture me in a dress. I could feel a smirk playing on my lips and it grew with each passing second. She turned and flicked through the dresses once again before pulling out a dress. It was black lace with a very full skirt, high neckline and sleeves that hooked over my middle finger. It was nice and would not draw any attention to me. "You have a good eye." I said, trying, once again, to be nice. I should have known it was futile. "Well, it was very difficult, considering your body shape. I mean, honestly! the only difference between you and the rest of the males will be this dress!" I saw red and lunged at her just as there was a knock on the door. I leaned towards her and whispered "You say something like that again and I'll scalp you." I then released her and marched towards the door before throwing it open. It was the twins. "MEGAN! It's for you." Before turning away from them, snatching the dress from her and escorting her, firmly, from out of my room before slamming the door in their faces. Needless to say, I was a bit miffed. I whipped off the pants and shirt before pulling on a dress. I stared at myself before sighing. I looked fine, but could have killed for some lipstick and a bit jewellery. I grimaced and pulled out my toiletries bags in the vague hope that there might be some makeup I over looked. It usually happens and I was hoping to get lucky. 'Aha!' I had managed to find in one of the pockets some mascara. I rummaged further through and found some dark red lipstick that matched my nails. I turned to face the vanity before a sly voice whispered in the back of my mind 'How vain you are! Just like the Sue, looking for attention, using your looks when you know its useless. You silly girl.' 'Shut up!' I could feel tears pricking the back of my eyes. I was not usually this worried about my looks, I saw them as mainly unimportant, but Megan made me feel self-conscious. I shifted and determinedly ignored the malicious voice and applied the mascara and the lipstick. I checked my teeth, always important, then grinned in the mirror. I rose and heard a knock on the door. I peered around the door and saw Boromir standing there. He turned and smiled at me. "You look lovely. I'm here to escort you to the Hall of Fires." My smile broadened before replying. "Thank goodness, or I would be wandering around for weeks." He cracked a grin and the offered me an arm. I felt my cheeks go red while taking his arm and we strode off. I always had a bit of a crush on Boromir, but I thought I had stamped those feelings out ages ago. I looked out of the corner of my eye and saw him grinning at me. I grimaced and felt the heat rush out of my cheeks. I asked if he had any siblings, which he did, and he grinned at me before talking about him. He talked about the mischief that he and his brother had gotten up to. He then talked about his father and his father's treatment towards his brother. He looked upset and I understood why. Even if the abuse is only aimed at one sibling it still affects the other one. It's distressing for both siblings and I squeezed his arm reassuringly. He shot me a look and smiled at me. 'OK, easy there inner fangirl. Don't do anything stupid. Just friends.' We finally reached the entrance of the Hall of Fires and we spotted Megan, arm in arm with the twins. Boromir raised an eyebrow and I just shook my head whilst rolling my eyes. At this rate I would be another Liz Lemon. We both decided to avoid Megan as much as possible and to do this Boromir introduced me to Gandalf. A berserk grin spilt across my face that possibly made me look crazy. "Gandalf, this is Lady Nina." said Boromir to Gandalf. "Woah, woah, back it up. I'm no lady." Gandalf smiled at me and he offered his hand to me, which I automatically shook. He shot me a bemused look while Boromir's eyes flickered between us. "Lovely to meet you Nina." said Gandalf. He was tall and although his skin was old and weathered he gave off an air of energy and strength. We walked in together, me asking endless questions about elves, Rohan, Gondor and so on. Boromir told me about Gondor and I could see the affection for his city and I could see why he was so easily lured in by the power of the ring. I suppressed a sigh and we sat down at the table, Boromir on my right, Gandalf on my left and Frodo across the table from me. I studied Frodo as he spoke to Sam. He was pale, with big blue eyes and he looked slightly unwell, the blue shadows under his eyes giving me the impression that he had been seriously ill recently. I was pulled out of study of the hobbit when Lord Elrond rose and said some words that went completely over my head before he said "And now Lady Megan will perform for us." I shot a look towards Megan and as she came to the front she said "I will be performing Madame Butterfly, the last aria." My eyes must of bulged because Gandalf looked at me, concerned. "If she stuffs up this aria I'll have her guts for garters." I hissed. Boromir and Gandalf both edged away from me, just as she opened her mouth.

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