Mary Sue (MS-type: The oh-so-clumsy-Mary-Sue/ Starring Gwen Miller/ Featuring the Elves Elrond and Arwen)



1. Gwen's FFS (First Few Steps) in ME


Dreamily, Gwen leafed through her worn-out copy of the Lord of the Rings. It had been one of the first books she'd ever bought herself and she prided herself in the thought that she had read the book before the great Lord of the Rings-boom had started.

She had always sympathised for Eowin, the Hobbits and Boromir the most. Eowin, because she was so determined and sad, the Hobbits because, -well, who didn't like Hobbits?- and Boromir, because she could identify with him so well. He was the one who couldn't fight the Ring's power, the one who was the most human.

Now she picked out the pages who dealt with Boromir. His arrival at Rivendell, the few lines about his behaviour during the journey to Amon Hen and, finally, his death. Sadly, she went back to the scene in Rivendell.

"Why won't you listen?" She whispered. Then she closed the book and went to bed, slipping the book under her pillow. She was so tired, she didn't even take off her glasses before going to sleep.


She awoke as a light, blue and glaring, flared before her eyes.

"Hey, stop it!" She told her brother sleepily and stretched out her hand to shove him away.

She didn't touch her brother, however, she touched something gnarled and cold the light was gone and she was surrounded by utter darkness. At the same time, she realised that her mattress and pillow had gone. All that was left, was her blanket, and the ground underneath her was cold and wet.

Startled, she sat up, clutching the blanket around her, for it was VERY cold. Again she touched the thing standing before her. Its surface was hard and lined.

"A tree." She murmured groggily. Her other hand she set down to hold her body up, and stiffened. "Leaves.?" As if the leaves might poison her, she snatched up her hand and wiped the leaves off it.

The night's chill was quite unpleasant and the wind was turning her nose and ears into unfeeling bits of ice. Still rather sleepy, she just cowered lower and pulled the blanket over her head.

"What is this?" She muttered, frantically. "What can have happened? WHY am I here? WHERE IS here? WHAT HAS HAPPENED to me? I WANT TO GO HOME!!... -I am dreaming." She stated the last matter-of-factly and pulled the blanket closer around her.

She didn't sleep all through the rest of the night. No matter how close she pulled the blanket around her, the wind always found a crack to reach through to her and make her shiver. Funny noises frightened her and kept her alert and ready to run off at any moment and, lastly (but not leastly), the blanket could not hold off the wetness of the ground beneath her and soon her pyjamas were soaked.

Morning did not bring a solution to her problems at all, and Gwen just sat around, shivering. She had no clue where she was and she didn't know what she could do. So she just sat.

After a while, she began to feel hungry and cramped, but the thought of walking through the dead, moist and cold leaves in her bare feet quite frankly put her off. Peeking out from her blanket, she saw that at least the sun was shining.

That didn't change the fact, however, that a)she was in a forest and b)a forest she didn't know and c)she had nothing here that would help her survive this ordeal. She combed her hair with her fingers and sighed. What could she do?

Finally she decided to go away from the place she'd spent the night at and walked off. As she'd expected, the dead leaves were moist and the ground cold. On the one hand, this was very uncomfortable, on the other hand, it helped her wake up.

Again she wrapped the blanket closer to herself. it was SO cold, here! Picking the direction she'd travel in at random, she walked off carefully, making sure she didn't hurt her feet on some broken branch or stone.

After a while, she heard the sound of flowing water. With rising spirits, she went into that direction, looking forward to having a drink of something, even if it was cold water. Soon, she arrived at a little river. She stepped to its banks and dipped in her hands.

Suddenly she heard a far-off roar. Frightened, she looked up, but saw nothing, yet she stood up and stared off into the direction the roar came from. The sound didn't stop. And it drew nearer. With growing trepidation, Gwen looked upstream, for that was where the sound came from.

Just then, she saw it. A white wall of foaming water rushed down at her. The waves seemed to gallop down at her, bearing down on her, as if they had a mind of their own and that mind was intent on destroying her.

Gwen's mouth opened in a mute scream. She was so frightened, she lost her voice and fear made her unable to move only an inch. all she could do, was watch her doom come crashing down on her.




Haha! cliff-hanger!! *goes off, sniggering like a maniac*