A story about a beautiful woman, but devoid of soul ("Redheads have no soul" (c) Eric Cartman)) a woman created from flowers. The Marisush tradition does not imply restraint in anything - and it will be a life full of events: orcs will try to eat her, the Inquisition will burn her; high-born elves will quarrel over her. And she will look at all this with her blue kitten eyes and think something to herself. And sometimes grieve about your insignificance in the world of monsters) From the author: Pure, like crystal, Mary Sue. The author takes a walk through the bachelors of Middle-earth, denying himself nothing. I epigonize without fear of the canon, and all the super-males of this world converge in the battle for the sides and hams of the gg; Everyone strives to steal such a treasure, and the boys in romfant cut a candle to each other as they go. The spring rutting of high-status males around a scruffy female in a bizarre scenery is carefully described *a languid elk roar and the furious clicking of antlers are heard in the background* Platinum classic!