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un prince de la forêt verte et une fée écossaise	By : satanat Category: -Multi-Age > Het - Male/Female Views: 1179 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own the Lord of the Rings (and associated) book series, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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AN: Okay peeps! I have decided to make my own rather lame contribution to LOTR fanfic…

(Which could be a tragic mistake I realise)

okies, I am aware that cause there are SO many fics out there.. mine is probably not entirely original, I'm sure SOMEONE SOMEWHERE.. will have already used half my ideas, cause, let's face it they probably aren't that brilliant.. so yessss…

may point you ask?

Well, I'm just saying that if that does happen.. I haven't ripped anyone off INTENTIONALLY.. so yes, anyway! Away we go!

WEEEEEeeeeEeEEeeEeeeEEEeeeee..eee…… (ee)…ect.

(ps.. a warning.. this story will be odd..)

…

(and by odd I mean imagine lotr.. crossed with say..star trek? With a dash of harry potter?..

*get's image of HP in star trek jumpsuit…*

maybe not.. anyway, you will get my drift soon enough.. )

oh, names explained at end..

Chapter 1:White with a hint of lavender

(an introduction to the Lady Sarah Lilidh de Málnoir)

4^th form's dorm rooms,

St Margaret's Institute of Design,

Glasgow, 8:01am, March 2500.

Sarah's face was lined with concentration. Her finals for U.E.R (Unassisted Environmental Reconstruction) started in half an hour and she still couldn't make her wall turn purple.

She could feel the smug plaster and brick smirking at her. Ignoring her 'steady calm stream of conscious will' It was practically sticking it's spotless WHITE tongue out at her.

With added resolve she took a deep breath doubled her efforts.

She felt the force of her will shoot out at the offending wall (in a 'steady calm stream of consciousness' of course) and smiled.

Lifting her head to admire her handywork, she discovered that she had in fact turned her wall a sort of pink with bizarre yellow streaky-bits.

And the wall was laughing at her.. she knew it…

"AH! Stupid f****ing wall!…"

As if in response to her insult, the wall was suddenly it smug, pristine white self again.

Sarah glared at it, "I hate you wall…"

It ignored it. Typical.

She threw herself backwards onto her bed and glared at her ceiling.

Her flawless white ceiling.

She hated the stupid tests her lame school enforced, when the bloody hell would she desperately need a purple wall?!?!

Mostly she hated that blasted wall though… she'd spent the last three months trying in vain to turn it purple, or at least lavender… or even white, with a hint of lavender?

Her eyes scrunched shut in frustration, pricking with tears. She was going to fail. She would have wasted her last four years in this hell hole. Her father would be 'most displeased' with his daughters shortcomings.

"…probably send me of to a finishing school in Switzerland… as if this place isn't bad enough."

St Margaret's Institute of Purple Walls. A pathetic excuse for a high school where the 'affluent young ladies of Scotland', as the headmistress loved to call them, became knowledgeable in subjects relevant to their desired prospects in life.

(ie, learn to redecorate and redesign their mansions or apartments in a range of fashionable colours! Like how totally cool is that!?)

Her anger tripled at the thought of her pompous father and she ground her teeth.

He was extremely wealthy.

He was extremely good looking (according to The New Sun at least)

And of course, extremely famous. (for what exactly, Sarah was unsure)

What did she do to deserved her name?..to be the only child and heiress of Lord Maxime de Málnoir?

She wasn't at all surprised her mother had run off into the highlands with a Scottish laird.

Her stepfather Aidan was infinitely more agreeable her father.

Also, Sarah had an idea that her mother wasn't actually too pleased to marry her father in the first place.

Sarah's mother Lady Lilidh was a happy and carefree woman, the very opposite of her father.

She was from a very old, very respected Scottish clan, the MacNicol's and had been happily engaged to the said young Laird, Aidan MacKay, when Sarah's father had whisked her off to France and married her.

Her mother had never gone into the details, but Sarah assumed her father had tricked her in someway. When she was younger she had hoped that perhaps she was the child a brief but passionate love affair, but now realised there was a very good chance her mother had been raped by her father. It was a wonder she and Laird Aidan were so kind to her when her father occasionally allowed her to visit one of their castles.

Yes, her father was a talented man, very free and easy with his curses and charms.

"Curses. What I wouldn't give to learn a few good curses and spells! Not the stupid beauty glamours and love charms we get taught here."

Yeah, she was stuck her learning how to redecorate or make her hair smell pretty, while the boys learnt how to curse, maim and coerce people.

A minute later, she opened her eyes, disturbed by a bizarre growling noise (her stomach as it were) and found her ceiling was purple.

Her eyebrow twitched. She muttered a few choice french swear words and crossed her arms.

"ohhh.. sooo this whole year, Ms Roberts has been telling me to 'relax, calmly envision the object and consentrate on its desired appearance' when I should actually have attempted to murder it with my mind…"

Sighing Sarah rolled over and looked at the white wall.

It ignored her. She imagined it as her father blowing on his perfectly manicured fingernails and buffing them on his immaculate designer suit.

Ohhhh.. she hated that wall..

Screwing up as much anger as she possibly could, she shoved her will at it, imagined a lurid shade of purple and shouted "BECOME PURPLE YOU BASTARD!!", then added, " DEVENEZ POURPRE VOUS BAISEUR!!!". for good measure.

The wall meekly obeyed.

Sarah smirked and wriggled her eyebrows at her reflection in the mirror.

"that's more like it.."

********

An hour later she stood waiting in a queue of her classmates.

Each 'young lady' wore a short black skirt with a crisp oxford with a 'delightful' embroidered collar. Over this was a 'sweet' black fitted jacket, almost as long as the skirts, with a high mandarin collar and a neat row of silver buttons down the front. Each girl wore perfect 'natural' makeup and a few pieces of elegant jewelry.

Sarah was reclining against the smooth polished wooden paneling of the examination hall and glaring subtly at her fingernails. Every few seconds there was a soft 'pop' and they turned a different colour.

She had just gotten the exact shade of metallic silver green she was after when she heard a little 'oh, excuse me' cough from next to her.

The girl next to her, Charlotte Jones, niece of a politician, leant a tiny bit closer and oh-so-politely asked, "Lady Sarah, (charlotte delighted in calling the nobility in the school by their titles, her favourites being 'lady Sarah', 'Baroness Sophia' and 'Countess Agatha') what are you doing? You know we are only allowed to have clear, light pink or peach nail polish! Ms Roberts will give you a detention if she sees that!"

Sarah gave a little gasp and let her eyes widen, "Why thank-you for your concern Miss Charlotte! How silly of me!."

Sarah rolled her eyes and continued practicing. She didn't feel exactly confidant, having only just mastered the piece of magic she was supposed to have been refining for the last three months.

Charlotte started to say something else but Ms Roberts harassed looking assistant, Miss Grae appeared at the doorway to call out Ms Roberts next victim.

"Lady Sarah Lilidh de Málnoir! Please follow me!"

Charlotte gave a little gasp, "Good luck lady Sarah!"

Sarah smiled sweetly at her and turned to leave.

Charlotte was like most of the girls at St Margaret's, sweet, but so boring and prim. Still Sarah did not wish to be mean to the girl simply because she was a bit annoying.

Pausing at the doorway to swiftly tidy her long hair, Sarah stepped into the ominous presence of Ms Roberts.

The woman sat at a desk across the large room. The ornate painted ceiling was somewhere far, far above her head, the wall behind her held three carefully hung and preserved cartoons by Michelangelo that had been in an English palace some 700 yrs earlier. The other wall was a bank of huge windows with gilt frames.

Ms Roberts raised her eyebrows sternly, "Ah, lady Sarah…" she said, placing an odd emphasise (AN: hee hee mike myers.. View from the top 'emphasise' ) on lady as she always did. She did not like Sarah.

Sarah smiled graciously and inclined her head slightly. Other students curtsied, but Sarah was a lady as Ms Roberts was so eager to point out, and as such only required to show such respect to a monarch.

The teacher's nostrils flared, "well. I hope you have been more successful in your private study then in my classes. Your performance this term has been very unsatisfactory. Perhaps I should speak with your father and recommend private tutelage?"

Sarah gritted her teeth and smiled, "Oh no Ms Roberts, I do believe under your helpful guidance I have mastered Unassisted Environmental Reconstruction technique. And you where most definitely right in that it is much quicker than preparing a charm or glamour."

Ms Roberts stern eyebrow's weakened slightly, she was a sucker for compliments. "yes, well. *ahem* please, a demonstration then Lady Sarah."

Sarah nodded, noting the lack of sarcasm in her title, "Were there any specific instructions Ms.?"

The teacher ruffled some papers, "No no, surprise me, they most difficult UER you can manage my dear. Although,.." her eyes flicked to the cartoons behind Sarah, "…do mind the Michelangelos. Young Countess Agatha came very close to burning a large hole in one earlier."

"yes Ms."

Ms Roberts nodded sharply and gazed at Sarah expectantly.

Sarah found her heart was beating rather faster than she would have liked.

Trying to calm herself, she went through the process of UER in her mind.

'Okay.. get angry.. focus anger on object, imagine what I want the object to become. OKAY!'

Taking a deep breath, she focused all her anger into a tight little ball. She didn't want to take any chances, so she gathered up much more anger than she had used that morning.

Her despised father, bigots like Ms Roberts treating her with disdain and jealously, the way people stared and whispered when she went out. The tabloid men that camped in front of the hotel she stayed in on holidays, pestering and following her whenever she left her apartment. The snobby counts and dukes her father introduced her to in the hopes of one taking a fancy to her. The frustration she felt at being isolated from the rest of the world.

Her loneliness.

At that last realisation Sarah's little ball of anger slipped a little and suddenly she felt she was surrounded by a mix of her own rage and despair.

She felt that she was drowning in it, she forgot completely about Ms Roberts and the Michelangelo's.

She forgot about St Margaret's, she forgot about the purple wall.

She simply wished that she was somewhere else. Anywhere but this place, somewhere she wasn't Lady Sarah de Málnoir.

Dimly she heard Ms Roberts screaming and felt as though she was sinking into herself. Then all was silent.

********

AN:

Nameys! (quite boring skip unless you REALLY care..)

Sarah- 'princess'

Aidan- derived from old irish aed - 'fire' very old scottish name, also the name of my sister's bf! (yes, he is scottish)

MacKay- old scottish family-traced back to the royal house of moray though the line of morgund or morgon of pluscarden blah blah..

MacNicol- clan from the isles of skye and lewis- traced back to the vikings-very ancient family

Lilidh- (li-lee) gaelic form of lily

Maxime- greatest

de Málnoir- of evil/bad black

you were warned.. heh heh.. boring..

Okay, that is Sarah. What do we think? Passable as my own personal Mary Sue?

Was there ever and actual character called Mary Sue? Where did this name come from??

Does anyone know?!?!

And also, while I am asking questions, what the hell does NC-17 actually stand for?

Over here our movies go, G, PG, M, MA15 (have to be 15 or with an adult), R18+(have to be 18) and then.. like porno classifieds.. like erm..X and all that..i think.. so yeah, what pray tell is NC17?

Naughty Content?? Nudey Cactus?

WHAAATTT?!?!!? TELLLLL MMMMEEEEEE!!!

Ahem, I like reviews, but I'l like them EVEN more if they answer any of my questions.

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