Angel's Wings

Sometimes people ask me what a Mary-Sue is. Well, here you are. I wrote this for a competition, and has been suggested as the cause for my sheer lack of sanity. Read it for enjoyment – read as a 'How To NOT Write a LOTR Fanfiction' guide – read it as an emetic. But I am not culpable for any nausea that may occur whilst reading this.

Chapter 1 – Arrival of an Angel

Angel galloped towards Rivendell on Avalon, her winged unicorn, her night-black iridescent silver-streaked hair billowing out behind her. Glancing back behind her in terror, she saw the Nazgul still flying above her, and an arrow came soaring down towards her. Using the Force, she tried to redirect its course, but it struck her shoulder. The pain penetrated deep into her, and she cried out. "Noro lim, Avalon!" she screamed, and Avalon leapt forward, concerned about her friend.

Legolas meanwhile was out walking in the gardens of Rivendell, and saw her approaching. He gasped in amazement - even from this distance, he could see her beauty. She seemed to glow in the night, emitting a whitey-silver light. He saw the Nazgul, and in the blink of an eye had fitted an arrow to his bowstring and fired. It struck the Nazgul, which flew away with a shriek. Relieved, he looked back to the girl. The winged unicorn had stopped galloping, and was trotting gently as the girl swayed on his back. Running swiftly up, he managed to catch her as she fell.

He marvelled at her beauty. She was very slender, weighing almost nothing, and wore a silver riding dress which hung about her in gleaming folds. Her black hair fell away from her face, revealing pointed ears. She moaned, and her eyelids fluttered open, revealing her silvery-sapphire-emerald eyes. "Where are the Nazgul?" she asked.

"They're gone," said Legolas, "Are you OK?"

"I'll be fine," she said angrily, "Just because I am a woman does not mean I am feeble and useless."

"I would not assume such a thing," stated Legolas, "It is clear to me that even though you're so beautiful, you have independence. But you are wounded. I will take you to Rivendell."

"Avalon will carry me," she said firmly. Legolas helped her back onto her winged unicorn and quickly lead her to Rivendell.

As they walked, he asked, "Who are you?"

"Who are you?" she shot back. Legolas smiled at her fiery spirit.

"I am Legolas, Prince of Mirkwood," he said, "But who are you, and what have you done to earn the enmity of the Nazgul? They seemed really mad about something."

She was silent for a moment. "I am Angellissima Aayla Evenrainbowstarya Luthsilvytinuviarwen Flameheart Amidala Skywalker," she said finally, "But you may call me Angel. And this is Avalon, my winged unicorn."

"Greetings," said Avalon, inclining her beautiful silver head. Legolas jumped in shock.

"It can talk!" he said in surprise.

"Of course I can," said Avalon, "My mistress gave me the gift of speech."

"And extremely glad I am that I did so," smiled Angel, "For you have been my greatest friend." She reached a hand to pat Avalon, but screamed as pain stabbed deep into her arm. Legolas's heart ached in sympathy, and quickly steadied her as she nearly passed out from the pain.

"Why did they do this?" he asked again.

Angel took several deep steadying breaths. "I would rather speak to Elrond first," she said firmly, "That is why I have journeyed from my far-off land."

"As you wish," replied Legolas.

They reached Rivendell, where Angel was greeted in wonder, and was immediately taken away by elves to be healed. Avalon trotted after her, and because she was such a wondrous animal, she was allowed in the house. Legolas stared after Angel in wonder, still in amazement at her beauty.

"My friend, you look dazed," laughed Aragorn, coming across Legolas, "What has happened to catch your attention so wholly?"

"I have met the most beautiful girl in Middle-earth," replied Legolas in wonder, "She was being attacked by Nazgul, and is wounded."

"I'm sure she will be fine, melon nin," said Aragorn assuringly, surprised at his friend's melancholiness, "Elrond is skilled in Healing."

"I hope so," said Legolas sadly, "For even though I have only just met her, I am sure that if she should die I would die also, for I cannot go on living having glimpsed paradise only to have it taken from me."

"You needn't worry, prince," said Elrond, walking out through Rivendell's front door and coming up to them, "She is healing well. The arrow wound was not deep, but there is another one on her arm which I do not know what caused."

"It was not a sword?" said Legolas, concern blackening his initial relief that she was all right.

"It would have thought it was a sword," said Elrond, "But there was burn tissue as well. It was some weapon I have never seen… I have invited her to the Council of the Ring tomorrow, so I hope that we will get answers then."

-

The next morning, the Council of Elrond assembled. Everyone seemed to be there, but still Elrond did not begin. Everyone talked quietly amongst themselves, wondering what the hold-up was.

Suddenly Angel walked into the room, and all conversation stopped. Instead of tying back her hair as she normally did, she let her midnight-black silver-dusted hair flow down past her shoulders to her waist in dark waves, framing her beautiful pale heart-shaped face and large shining sapphire-emerald-silver eyes. She was wearing a red long velvet dress which perfectly showed off her slender figure. It had a long sweeping train, a low neckline and wing-like sleeves, and made lovely rustling noises when she moved. She also wore a long black cloak dusted with silver and with red lining, a silver tiara in her black hair set with beautiful rubies, and a beautiful silver heart-shaped locket.

Everyone jumped to their feet, amazed at her astounding beauty. All the men immediately fell in love with her, and all the women immediately wanted to dislike her because they were so jealous. But her smile was so nice that they couldn't hate her.

"This is Princess Angellissima Aayla Evenrainbowstarya Luthsilvytinuviarwen Flameheart Amidala Skywalker, Angel of the Skies, Lady of the Lake and Mistress of the Forests," said Elrond, rising and leading her to the centre, "The most distinguished guest we have had for many years. She is the daughter of Galadriel, and has come here on an urgent errand."

"Thank you, Lord Elrond," said Angel, standing proudly, "As he said, I am the daughter of Galadriel, but also of Anakin Skywalker, a Jedi Knight."

Shocked whispers echoed around the room. "Aren't the Jedi Knights a myth?" said Aragorn.

"Stories do indeed tell of the Jedi Knights, who came to Middle-earth and helped you win the Battle of the Last Alliance," said Angel, "But they are not just legends, they are real. And while Anakin Skywalker was here, the most powerful Jedi Knight that ever lived, he briefly dated Galadriel, and she gave birth to me. Being both a Jedi and an Elf, this makes me a Jedi Mage - the only one left in the Galaxy. Until recently I was fighting with the Rebel Alliance against the evil Emperor and Darth Vader, whose battle you do not know of, as you are locked in your own conflict with Sauron and ignorant of everything else going on in the Galaxy.

"Because my fighting skills surpass everyone's, I was given the mission of tracking down Darth Vader and killing him, and have followed him here. But when I came to Galadriel, she told me of the Ring, and I decided this quest was much more important. So I have come to offer my help to the Ringbearer… and the power of the Fourth Elven Ring, Adyra, the Ring of the Forest, the Force, Rainbows, Music and Butterflies." She held aloft her hand, and on it everyone gasped to see the ring, set with a sparkling pink jewel.

"The Lost Ring!" cried Elrond, "But that was stolen shortly after it was made by the Forces of Sauron!"

"My father recaptured it," said Angel, "and gave it to my father as an engagement ring. As she already had a ring, she gave it to me for my sixteenth birthday, just under a year ago."

"So young, and yet such an accomplished warrior," said Boromir in amazement.

"My lady," said Elrond, rising to his feet, "Clearly, this quest cannot succeed without you. You will go with the Fellowship of the Ring on their quest to Mt Doom."

Angel inclined her head in respect, and walked out from the meeting room, dress swishing after her, hair rippling in the sunlight. As soon as the rest of the boring talking was over, Legolas ran out to find her, eager to see the beautiful girl again. He saw in the gardens, sitting on a tree branch, singing softly to herself.

'Oh pretty pretty pretty trees,' she sang,

'Oh singing birds and buzzing bees,

How lovely and wonderful thou doth are,

Beautiful like a shining star,

Aaa-aaa-aaa-aaaahh….'

"How am I affected so?" he thought in amazement, "Despite all elves being beautiful, she seems more so. She seems like starlight come down from the heavens to walk among us…"

Angel stopped singing and smiled, and turned to where Legolas was watching her. "I thank you for your compliments, Prince," she said, with a laugh that sounded like tinkling bells, "I can hear thoughts, though I do not normally listen… unless interested."

Legolas blushed. "I apologize for any rudeness," he muttered.

"Oh no," said Angel, lightly jumping down from the tree branch, "I am touched that you think so highly of me. But I have no time for boyfriends and stuff – fighting is my life. Fighting to avenge my father's death, fighting for the freedom of the Galaxy. It is a sad, lonely life," she added quietly, a crystal tear forming in the corner of one eye, "I have no friends. Only those who wish to use for me for what I can do…"

"And – and what can you do that sets you apart?" asked Legolas, heart breaking at her words, and yet melting from the beauty of the sound of her voice.

"I am a Jedi," she said, looking up, eyes still sparkling with tears, light dancing off them, "I have powers you cannot even begin to imagine." A flower uprooted itself from the ground and flew to her hand, and she handed it to him. Legolas stared at it in amazement, and she laughed again. "A simple trick," she said, "But still amusing."

Legolas and Angel walked through the trees, talking about their lives and their pasts. She did not notice that they were being followed. Boromir stalked through the trees after them, captivated at the sight of her and the sound of her voice.

"She is beautiful, perfect…" he murmured softly to himself, "She must be mine."

-

Meanwhile, at the base of the Rebel Alliance, Leia suddenly reeled from some sudden blow and cried out.

"Leia!" said Luke in alarm, and ran over to her, and helped her up, "What is it?"

"Angel!" cried Leia, "I felt something – the Force told me – she is in great danger!"

"What?" said Luke, "Where is she?"

Leia closed her eyes. "She is on the planet Middle-earth," she said, voice shaking, "Her hunt for Darth Vader has lead her there. She is happy – happier than she has ever been. But there is danger she has not foreseen. Luke, I see death!"

Luke paled. "It was folly to let her go alone," he said, "I should have gone with her."

"How could you have protected her?" said Leia, "She is a better fighter than you, and smarter."

"I know," said Luke heavily, "But I could at least do something. If she dies, I may just have to kill myself."

"We must go after her," agreed Leia, "I'll ask Han if we can take the Millennium Falcon."

"To save Angel?" said Han, appearing behind her, "I'll pilot it myself."

-

I did warn you.