Leah
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Title: Not Always What It Seems
Author: Shining Star of Valinor (Age: 16)
Summary: "Another story about a normal (or not so normal) girl that finds herself in Middle Earth and discovers love isn’t always what it seems. Not a Mary Sue!!!!"
Name: Leah
Species: Human, but once she gets the transfer to Rivendell, she becomes an Elf.
Hair: "her long blond hair back into a half-ponytail"
Eyes: bright green
Special Possessions: Before she goes to Rivendell, she has a horse named Legolas!
Clothing:
-"The dress was the part that she loved the most. It was cut low and it fit snuggly across her midriff showing her curves."
-"Deciding on a pale lavender dress with a low neck-line and gossamer sleeves, she slipped out of her nightgown and dressed."
Special Abilities: Elladan's horse is comfortable around Leah, and the horse is rarely ever comfortable around anyone.
Connections to Canon: I think Elladan will fall in love with her. Arwen becomes Leah's friend.
Plot: Leah is out riding her horse 'Legolas,' one day when she falls off by hitting her head on a low-hanging branch. She hits her head again on a rock on the ground and is magically transported to Rivendell! She wakes up, is given a make-over, escorted to see Elrond. After this, she begins her path of destruction. She renames Glorfindel "Fin," magically makes buddies with Elladan's tempermental horse and cries on Arwen's shoulder about Elladan ignoring her.
Sample: Leah has very simple thoughts.
Leah looked around the hall. It was filled with elves sitting down and eating, to elves standing in groups, talking. Her jaw dropped. She was one of maybe fifteen females in a room filled with sexy elf males. She noticed that one elf in particular was staring at her intently. She made her way forward. As she approached the elf, she curtsied and said, “Lord Elrond of Rivendell, my name is Leah and it is an honor to be in your presence.” She looked at him more closely. He looked almost exactly like Hugo Weaving. “Well, this will be easier,” she thought to herself. I will be able to tell who’s who around here…I hope.”
“Lady Leah, welcome to Rivendell. Please sit down and talk with me,” he said warmly. “I just ask that you answer my questions the best you can.”
“No disrespect, sir, but I would also like a few of my own questions answered.” Elrond chuckled quietly and agreed.
“Very well, Lady Leah.” Leah sat down across from the Hugo Weaving look-alike (a.k.a. Elrond Peredhil). “Now, how is it that you arrived in our forests so badly injured?” he asked. Leah bit her lip and closed her eyes. All she could remember was riding her horse and then waking up on the ground, bleeding. Elrond could see her frustration and answered for her. “I see you cannot remember. Don’t worry. Let’s start with an easier question. Where are you from? You are not from Rivendell or Lothlorien. Word from Mirkwood tells me that you do not come from there either. Tell me where, then, you hail from, for I am very curious.” Leah chose her words carefully hoping Elrond would believe her.
“You are right, Lord Elrond. I am not from Lothlorien or Mirkwood. In fact, I am not even from Middle Earth.” Elrond studied her closely. The man Leah didn’t notice sitting next to Elrond replied for him.
“Believe her, Elrond, for she is telling the truth.” Leah turned to him and realized who he was.
“Gandalf,” she whispered. She was most definitely looking into the eyes Gandalf the Grey.
He continued, “This event has happened before. You knew it would happen again.” Elrond sat thinking for a moment before replying.
“Yes, it makes sense. It happened before. You said it would happen again.” Leah looked back and forth between the two. The conversation was getting confusing.
“Excuse me, but what do you mean ‘it happened before’? What exactly is “it”? Elrond looked at her and answered.
“The gap…the gap between our two worlds has been crossed before, many thousands of years ago shortly after the beginning of the Third Age.” Leah hadn’t expected that.
“But how? Why me?” For a minute Leah didn’t think Elrond would answer. He chose his words carefully. For him, the gift of foresight was not always a blessing.
“You have something that you must do. You have a purpose here.” Leah sat silently for a minute thinking about what he had just said. Suddenly a random question popped into her head.
“Lord Elrond, who found me out in the forest?” Elrond looked at her but then answered.
“Lord Glorfindel of Rivendell and Prince Elrohir of Rivendell.” He could not tell her that they were specifically sent to find her, so he only told her part of the truth. “They found a horse wandering in the forest and knew the rider was nearby.” Leah was too caught up in the thought of her horse to realize that even if they did find her horse, they couldn’t have known there was a rider because she had been riding bareback without a bridle.
“My horse? Where is he?” Elrond spoke calmly and reassuringly.
“He is in the stables. He has been well taken care of for the last seven days. “May I ask one more question?” Leah nodded. “Very well,” he continued. “What exactly do you know of this place?” Leah looked down at her hands lying limply on her lap. This would be hell to explain.
“Well, you see, sir, all I can say is that people in my world…the people in my world are all humans by the way…they know of this world only as a fictional place. Something told to children when they are young. A man wrote a book about this world and about things that are to come in the future. I can’t tell you all that I know because revealing information that has not yet come to pass may be dangerous.” Elrond looked at her and nodded.
“Yes, I understand,” he said truthfully. “But there is one thing that I don’t understand,” he continued. “How is it that you came from another world consisting of humans when you yourself are an elf?” Leah looked at him. When he said elf, did he mean…? She ran her fingers over the tips of her ears and found them to be pointed. She didn’t know how she could have missed them when Linwe was doing her hair. Leah was overwhelmed by all of the new information. And it just kept getting better. Elrond focused on a point behind Leah and said, “There is someone who wants to talk to you.”
Leah turned around and saw an elf standing there. A sexy elf that is. He had long blond hair and dark blue eyes. When he spoke to her, she was surprised that he spoke in elvish. Sindarin to be exact. What surprised her more was that she understood him. Sure, she had picked up a sentence here and there back home, but here she knew things that she had never learned before. She returned her attention to the elf standing in front of her. His voice was strong but smooth and she had a hard time concentrating on anything but his sexy elf body.
“Sut naa lle umien?” (How are you doing?) he asked. Leah guessed that the elf before her must be Glorfindel. She knew Elrohir had dark hair like his father, and she figured that they were the only ones who would ask about her condition.
“I’m fine, thank you,” she answered. “You’re Lord Glorfindel, right?” He smiled and Leah almost fainted. “Curse these damn sexy elf lords!” She swallowed hard.
“Yes I am and you are Lady Leah.” He smiled again and Leah figured that her brain would soon be reduced to a puddle of goo if this elf, or any elf for that matter, smiled at her. “If I get out of this with any of my brain cells left, I am going to become a nun!” She thought for a moment. “Scratch that. I don’t think that abstinence thing would be very fun.”
“Lady Leah?” Glorfindel asked. Leah looked up at him…literally.
“Huh?” She must have had a really stupid look on her face because Glorfindel laughed. “Hmm…I think he is even sexier when he laughs. Is that possible?”
Title: Not Always What It Seems
Author: Shining Star of Valinor (Age: 16)
Summary: "Another story about a normal (or not so normal) girl that finds herself in Middle Earth and discovers love isn’t always what it seems. Not a Mary Sue!!!!"
Name: Leah
Species: Human, but once she gets the transfer to Rivendell, she becomes an Elf.
Hair: "her long blond hair back into a half-ponytail"
Eyes: bright green
Special Possessions: Before she goes to Rivendell, she has a horse named Legolas!
Clothing:
-"The dress was the part that she loved the most. It was cut low and it fit snuggly across her midriff showing her curves."
-"Deciding on a pale lavender dress with a low neck-line and gossamer sleeves, she slipped out of her nightgown and dressed."
Special Abilities: Elladan's horse is comfortable around Leah, and the horse is rarely ever comfortable around anyone.
Connections to Canon: I think Elladan will fall in love with her. Arwen becomes Leah's friend.
Plot: Leah is out riding her horse 'Legolas,' one day when she falls off by hitting her head on a low-hanging branch. She hits her head again on a rock on the ground and is magically transported to Rivendell! She wakes up, is given a make-over, escorted to see Elrond. After this, she begins her path of destruction. She renames Glorfindel "Fin," magically makes buddies with Elladan's tempermental horse and cries on Arwen's shoulder about Elladan ignoring her.
Sample: Leah has very simple thoughts.
Leah looked around the hall. It was filled with elves sitting down and eating, to elves standing in groups, talking. Her jaw dropped. She was one of maybe fifteen females in a room filled with sexy elf males. She noticed that one elf in particular was staring at her intently. She made her way forward. As she approached the elf, she curtsied and said, “Lord Elrond of Rivendell, my name is Leah and it is an honor to be in your presence.” She looked at him more closely. He looked almost exactly like Hugo Weaving. “Well, this will be easier,” she thought to herself. I will be able to tell who’s who around here…I hope.”
“Lady Leah, welcome to Rivendell. Please sit down and talk with me,” he said warmly. “I just ask that you answer my questions the best you can.”
“No disrespect, sir, but I would also like a few of my own questions answered.” Elrond chuckled quietly and agreed.
“Very well, Lady Leah.” Leah sat down across from the Hugo Weaving look-alike (a.k.a. Elrond Peredhil). “Now, how is it that you arrived in our forests so badly injured?” he asked. Leah bit her lip and closed her eyes. All she could remember was riding her horse and then waking up on the ground, bleeding. Elrond could see her frustration and answered for her. “I see you cannot remember. Don’t worry. Let’s start with an easier question. Where are you from? You are not from Rivendell or Lothlorien. Word from Mirkwood tells me that you do not come from there either. Tell me where, then, you hail from, for I am very curious.” Leah chose her words carefully hoping Elrond would believe her.
“You are right, Lord Elrond. I am not from Lothlorien or Mirkwood. In fact, I am not even from Middle Earth.” Elrond studied her closely. The man Leah didn’t notice sitting next to Elrond replied for him.
“Believe her, Elrond, for she is telling the truth.” Leah turned to him and realized who he was.
“Gandalf,” she whispered. She was most definitely looking into the eyes Gandalf the Grey.
He continued, “This event has happened before. You knew it would happen again.” Elrond sat thinking for a moment before replying.
“Yes, it makes sense. It happened before. You said it would happen again.” Leah looked back and forth between the two. The conversation was getting confusing.
“Excuse me, but what do you mean ‘it happened before’? What exactly is “it”? Elrond looked at her and answered.
“The gap…the gap between our two worlds has been crossed before, many thousands of years ago shortly after the beginning of the Third Age.” Leah hadn’t expected that.
“But how? Why me?” For a minute Leah didn’t think Elrond would answer. He chose his words carefully. For him, the gift of foresight was not always a blessing.
“You have something that you must do. You have a purpose here.” Leah sat silently for a minute thinking about what he had just said. Suddenly a random question popped into her head.
“Lord Elrond, who found me out in the forest?” Elrond looked at her but then answered.
“Lord Glorfindel of Rivendell and Prince Elrohir of Rivendell.” He could not tell her that they were specifically sent to find her, so he only told her part of the truth. “They found a horse wandering in the forest and knew the rider was nearby.” Leah was too caught up in the thought of her horse to realize that even if they did find her horse, they couldn’t have known there was a rider because she had been riding bareback without a bridle.
“My horse? Where is he?” Elrond spoke calmly and reassuringly.
“He is in the stables. He has been well taken care of for the last seven days. “May I ask one more question?” Leah nodded. “Very well,” he continued. “What exactly do you know of this place?” Leah looked down at her hands lying limply on her lap. This would be hell to explain.
“Well, you see, sir, all I can say is that people in my world…the people in my world are all humans by the way…they know of this world only as a fictional place. Something told to children when they are young. A man wrote a book about this world and about things that are to come in the future. I can’t tell you all that I know because revealing information that has not yet come to pass may be dangerous.” Elrond looked at her and nodded.
“Yes, I understand,” he said truthfully. “But there is one thing that I don’t understand,” he continued. “How is it that you came from another world consisting of humans when you yourself are an elf?” Leah looked at him. When he said elf, did he mean…? She ran her fingers over the tips of her ears and found them to be pointed. She didn’t know how she could have missed them when Linwe was doing her hair. Leah was overwhelmed by all of the new information. And it just kept getting better. Elrond focused on a point behind Leah and said, “There is someone who wants to talk to you.”
Leah turned around and saw an elf standing there. A sexy elf that is. He had long blond hair and dark blue eyes. When he spoke to her, she was surprised that he spoke in elvish. Sindarin to be exact. What surprised her more was that she understood him. Sure, she had picked up a sentence here and there back home, but here she knew things that she had never learned before. She returned her attention to the elf standing in front of her. His voice was strong but smooth and she had a hard time concentrating on anything but his sexy elf body.
“Sut naa lle umien?” (How are you doing?) he asked. Leah guessed that the elf before her must be Glorfindel. She knew Elrohir had dark hair like his father, and she figured that they were the only ones who would ask about her condition.
“I’m fine, thank you,” she answered. “You’re Lord Glorfindel, right?” He smiled and Leah almost fainted. “Curse these damn sexy elf lords!” She swallowed hard.
“Yes I am and you are Lady Leah.” He smiled again and Leah figured that her brain would soon be reduced to a puddle of goo if this elf, or any elf for that matter, smiled at her. “If I get out of this with any of my brain cells left, I am going to become a nun!” She thought for a moment. “Scratch that. I don’t think that abstinence thing would be very fun.”
“Lady Leah?” Glorfindel asked. Leah looked up at him…literally.
“Huh?” She must have had a really stupid look on her face because Glorfindel laughed. “Hmm…I think he is even sexier when he laughs. Is that possible?”