Middle-earth Princess Simulator [The Lord of the Rings]

[Self-indulgent fic / Renaissance / Should include The Silmarillion and The Lord of the Rings. This novel will enter VIP on January 20.]

[The author’s collection includes a completed novel of the same type: Huh? I’m Fighting Sauron?]

[You have bound the “Middle-earth Princess Simulator.” You will now experience life as a princess.]

[Drawing your identity...]

[Age 0: You were born into the royal family of the Edain, the royal family’s only princess.]

[Age 1: You were born frail (you have gained the Sickly debuff).]

[Age 5: Your astonishing beauty begins to show, and the royal family treasures you like a jewel.]

[Age 15: As you grow older, your beauty increases with every passing year. You are even said to rival Luthien, the fairest of the Elves.]

[Age 18: Your parents begin choosing a husband for you. Your choice is...]

[Age 20: At last, your engagement feast arrives.]

At the engagement feast, you throw your ring into the fire. As the flames dance across your face, you make a bold decision. That very night, you ride away from the royal city on a fine horse, escaping both the city and this marriage.

*

[Drawing your identity...]

[Age 0: You were born a descendant of the royal house of Numenor. You also have a twin brother, Aragorn.]

[Age 6: Your father, Arathorn, dies in battle. Your mother takes you and your twin brother to Rivendell.]

[Age 16: Your mother hopes you will support your brother.]

[Age 20: Your mother tells you and Aragorn your true lineage and declares that Aragorn will become the future King of Gondor.]

You listen to her, your expression as calm as still water, and say, “I doubt it.” That very day, under the light of the moon, you leave Rivendell and once again set out on a journey to pursue power.

*

[Drawing your identity...]

[Age 0: You were born into the Noldorin royal family, the youngest daughter of Feanor.]

[Age 1: You inherit your father Feanor’s black hair and exceptional good looks perfectly.]

[Age 16: Your father dotes on you, and there is no Elf who doesn’t love you.]

[Age 500: You attend a feast hosted by your grandfather Finwe, where you meet the love of your life. The other person is...]

At your grandfather Finwe’s feast, you scan the Elves around you, and your gaze finally comes to rest on your grandfather’s High King’s crown.

That is your one true love.

[Another advance preview for a Lord of the Rings novel: Days of Seizing and Plundering in Middle-earth]

After dying suddenly, you bind yourself to a romance-addicted system.

System: Just max out the favorability of the important characters and you can return to your original world!

You have no energy to complain about this tired old setup, but you do make one request.

You: I have one condition.

System: Do you want a beautiful appearance? Don’t worry, yours is top-tier. After all, looks are the most important thing in romance!

You: ...To ensure my safety and make romance go smoothly, I want maxed-out combat ability.

The romance-addicted system readily agrees.

By the time it logs back on, you’ve become Middle-earth’s greatest villain, punching fallen Maiar and kicking Morgoth. The Elves both love and hate you.

System: (screaming) Aaaaaah, what have you done?! I told you to fall in love, not to force people into it! Aaaah!!

You ask whether seizing someone by force doesn’t count as romance.

When the system solemnly informs you that you can’t complete the mission and return to your original world this way, it sees your radiant smile. You say, “Compared to going back to the real world and working 996, being crushed by a heartless boss, drained by family, and stabbed in the back, isn’t it much more comfortable to run wild in another world?”

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Excerpt One

At the time, Maedhros, son of Feanor, was hanging from a cliff at Morgoth’s mercy, utterly despairing. He quietly awaited his death, but death never came. Instead, a mysterious stranger appeared. The dagger in your hand pierced his shackles, and you spirited the Elf away right under Morgoth’s nose without making a sound.

Later, when Maedhros asked how he could repay you, your smile was sly and inscrutable. You said, “Then give yourself to me.”

Maedhros had initially thought meeting you was a mercy from the Valar. Later, he realized it was more like a torment inflicted by fate.

Excerpt Two

Fingon first saw you at a strategy meeting. You arrived late, after it had begun, with a languid air, and said, “It’s only Melkor. I can take care of him for you.”

Your tone was so arrogant that it drew all of Fingon’s attention. Suddenly, you turned and smiled at him, but spoke to the High King, Fingolfin: “But I have one condition...”

You pointed at Fingon. “Give him to me as a reward.”

The Elves present all wore different expressions. On Fingon’s cousin Maedhros’s face, Fingon saw a look of humiliation.

Theme: Have the courage to pursue yourself and live a remarkable life