I ended up half dwarf/half Ent (now there's beauty for you), but since Legolas made my bandage out of his breeches, who cares?
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Wow. And I thought my half dwarf/half orc was a thing of great and legendary beauty. She did have forest green eyes, though. And flame hair.
That is fucking hilarious.
It was love at first sight. The moment she looked into his sparkling Emerald eyes, Honey Obsidian Flowerchild knew there would never be any other for her. 'My name is Spike,' he said in a voice soft as the summer wind. Tenderly, he put a hand on her breast to make sure she was alright. 'Are you hurt, my lady?' he asked.
'No,' she replied. In truth there was a bad cut on her arse, but she didn't want to worry Spike. 'And my name is Honey Obsidian Flowerchild.'
cereal
In fact, I'm tempted to tag:
Honey Obsidian Flowerchild did her best to keep up with him, but the pain in her arse was too great.
Or perhaps
Without a second thought, he pulled off his Cod piece and began tearing it into bandages for Honey Obsidian Flowerchild's arse. With this makeshift bandage in place, Honey Obsidian Flowerchild and Spike were able to hurry on their way.
Hee... just did it a second time with 'Ray' and 'Fraser'....
since Legolas made my bandage out of his breeches, who cares?
He tore his boots into bandages for me. Which shows determination, if no great understanding of the absorptive properties of various materials.
She did have forest green eyes, though. And flame hair.
My Mary Sue had just the opposite. Striking, no?
Also, she's far more worried about being forced to marry Gandalf than I would be. Gandalf, on the other hand, would probably object.
Gandalf, on the other hand, would probably object.
Nothing personal, I'm sure. It's just that he's, you know, wired for the pointy hat trick.
Oh, lord, that's hilarious..
I had silver eyes and charcoal hair. Legolas had sparkling grey eyes.
I have no imagination.
But a lovely singing voice.
Vivienna Morning Glory clutched at the windowsill until her knuckles turned white, and she wept bitter tears. How could this be happening? All her life, she had been happy and carefree, and now this trouble... What had she done to deserve such a fate? Slowly, and with the blur of tears still in her vivid neon pink eyes, she paced about her bedroom. All she could think of now was Legolas, and how the news would break his heart.
I can't remember place names (sue me, I don't much like LotR) so mine is all "Hobbit Place" and "Arwyn place" and "Walking-tree-battle place."