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



2. Gwen's FFS (you know what that means by now!) in Rivendell


Gwen couldn't tear her eyes off the wall of rushing water cascading towards her. She stood rooted to the spot and didn't even lift her arms to try and shield her face from the waves. Then, however, the waves stopped.

They simply dissolved into nothing. Gwen just kept on staring. What was that? Maybe she was going crazy. it had been quite a shock, when the water had seemingly attacked her. That the waves suddenly refrained from washing her away, (although she had nothing against living a few more minutes) shook her even more.

It was then, that she heard the voice. It was talking to her in soothing tones. "Do not fear, young one. The waters will not harm you in my presence." The bell-like voice told her. It came from the right. From the river.

Hesitatingly, Gwen turned her head into its direction. Standing beside her was the most beautiful person, Gwen had ever seen. It was a woman with dark, flowing hair. Her eyes were big and star-like, her nose straight and elegant, her lips full and smiling gently. The woman's body was slim and graceful and she seemed to be as one with her surroundings.

Gwen just stared at her, over-awed and shy. Again the woman smiled comfortingly and stretched her hand out to her. "I am Arwen, daughter of Elrond, who is the master of the Last Homely House. I feel no evil in you, but I see that you are not at ease, alone and in need of help. It would be a most ruthless deed to leave you unprotected in these lands, while evil is at foot. Come to Rivendell with me."

At this point, Gwen was even more dumbfounded. The woman had said the words Arwen, Elrond, Last Homely House and Rivendell all in one breath. How.?

Curious, Gwen tried to take a look at the woman's ear. She didn't know if she wanted it to actually be pointed or not. All she knew, was that she had to know. A playful morning breeze lifted the woman's hair just a fraction. Enough for Gwen to see that her ear WAS pointed.

Shocked, she stepped back. "Y-you're Arwen?" She asked tonelessly.

"Yes, young one." Arwen answered patiently.

Gwen blushed. "Sorry." She mumbled. "I don't understand." This was an understatement. She didn't just not understand. She was utterly and completely bewildered. How? When? Why? Where? Who? What?.. Her thoughts went, too bedazzled to even settle on one question.

Finally, she stepped to Arwen's side mechanically. The she-elf took her hand and led her to the other side of the river, never ceasing to smile comfortingly.

"What is your name, young one?" She asked, obviously intent on putting Gwen at her ease.

"Gwen." She muttered her answer.

"Gwen." Arwen repeated. "I have never heard this name before. Tell me, who are your parents?"

"Jeremy and Sarah Miller." Gwen answered, still too shy to make real conversation.

This question and answer game continued till they reached the wonderfully crafted gate that opened into Rivendell. The guards at the gate bowed their heads respectfully to Arwen and let them pass unhindered.




Abrupt stop, I know, but I felt like it and you can't stop me from doing what I like. Heheheheheheheheh!!!