Untamable

by

Draco's Daughter

Disclaimer: I own only the original characters. Everyone else belongs to their respective owners.

A/N: If anyone seems off character in this story, it's purely intentional. The first part is from Legolas's POV, I'm still arguing with myself if its going to stay that way.

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Part One: The Rescue

How many days?

How many days have I laid here, on this rough cot, staring at the ceiling and listening to the sounds of everything and nothing? Footsteps down the corridor, the scrap of the key in the lock, the opening of doors, and other noises I have come to associate with my captors. Who are my captors? They are creatures most foul, created by the minds of young women and given life and breath by a great and unknown evil. They're known as "Mary-Sues." They believe that they are of my world, or are of a different world and by some happy chance have come to mine to fall in love with me. They are all in love with me or others like me. Our world has been overrun, our cities ransacked, and our lives ruined. Some turned to insanity early on, but I, I would let them have my body for they could never claim my mind. As long as I had my mind, I had hope. The hope that I could use it to get away from their foul clutches. No plan has worked, they have seen to every detail of my imprisonment. My neck is incased in a cold ring of iron to which a chain is attached. The chain is long enough so that I can comfortably reach any wall in my cell-like room but it cannot reach beyond a few footsteps beyond my door. They lock it incase I ever got loose. They only take me out when they wish to display me like a pet or use my body for their own purposes. Gods, I can't remember how many I have been forced to sleep with since my imprisonment. They are all the same to me, their faces blur so much.

There are no windows in this room. I never know if it is day or night, sleep claims me at its will for I rarely leave my position on the cot. I eat little of the food they bring thrice a day, only enough to sustain me for the moment. I have not seen my reflection lately but I am positive the same elf would not stare back at me as the one I saw last. The time feels like years to me, though I am positive that it cannot be. For a time, I marked the days with a piece of chalk but I then lost count. Day and night are no longer concepts to me. The only thing that is solid is the darkness around me and the "relations" I am forced to have on a regular basis. Footsteps on the corridor signal doom, the darkness of my cell is my only hope. When I hear footsteps, I slide off the cot and crouch behind it, hoping that they won't take me this time. It is a foolish act, but one they came to suspect of me.

That night, I did as I always did when I heard footsteps along the corridor. I hid behind the cot and waited. These footsteps sounded different than any other I had heard. It was the harsh clak, clak of someone wearing boots with a heel. They were quick, as if the person wanted to run but could or would not.

"I've come for him," a new voice said. It was colder than the voice of the usual Sue who came to fetch me for the nightly rendezvous.

"He has no appointments tonight. Tonight is the Feast in Honor of the Destruction of Gimli," the guard replied. Ahh, so that was what was going on. This was the greatest feast day for they believed that my dwarf friend was the foulest creature in Arda and his "destruction" was something to celebrate.

"He has one now," The cold voice replied. There was a muffled scream from the guard. I then heard the sound of the keys being lifted and inserted into the door lock. Light flooded in as the door opened. I had to close my eyes until they got used to the light. Being in the dark does that. I looked to see a woman dressed in black. She quickly crossed to me, unlocking the iron ring around my neck.

"Who are you?" I asked. She pressed a finger to my lips.

"I can't answer any questions now. All you need know is that I'm here to help," She helped me to my feet before crossing to the door and looking down the corridor. "Come on!" She instructed, exiting the room. I followed, reluctant until I saw the body of the guard, a slash on her throat revealed that this stranger was armed and ready to kill. She motioned for me to follow her. I didn't' need prompting. We ran through the halls until we reached a section of wall. She pressed a stone and a section of the wall slid out of place. She went through and I followed. Down several flights of stairs, we came to an underground section of the Mary-Sue's fortress I had never seen before.

She turned to me, face firmly set. "That passage will take you out to the docks of the fortress. You'll be underneath one of the main ones. At dawn a small boat will arrive. We've shanghaied it from the Sue's usual supply company so you must sneak on as the cargo is being unloaded. There will be a distraction that will give you a few minutes time. Knock three times on the cabin door and it will open for you. Give the person inside this." She pressed a piece of parchment in my hand and nodded before turning to leave.

"Wait! Tell me, who are you? Why are you doing this for me?" I asked, grabbing her arm. She regarded me with her unnatural yellow eyes.

"Who I am isn't important. I'm doing this because the Mary-Sues must be stopped. Don't worry; everything's going to be okay. I have to go before I'm missed. You have four hours before dawn so you'd better go down that passage," She said. I let go as she nodded to me and left the way we came. I looked down at the piece of parchment in my hand, tucked it into my bracer, and set off down the passage.

Those four hours felt like eternity to me as I hid underneath the wooden dock. The pinkish light of dawn hailed the start of a new day. Daylight, it would feel good to be in it again. With the dawn came the boat, it looked like every other boat I had seen. The logo of a shipping company was painted on its sails. As soon as it docked, it began unloading. Footsteps came from above me and I was afraid of being discovered. My fears proved false, however, thanks largely to the distraction the mysterious woman promised. A loud shout came from the fortress.

"Quick! Legolas has killed his guard and escaped!" A voice came.

"What?" A second voice asked. I smiled as they all scrambled to join the search to find me. I slipped silently onto the ship, quiet as a mouse. The cabin door was in plain sight. I did as the woman had instructed and it opened quickly.

"Get in!" A voice ordered, I wasted no time in entering and the door closed with a snap behind me. Light filtered in through a small porthole and I was face to face with a young man. I pulled the parchment out of my bracer and handed it too him. He took it and unfolded it, reading quickly what was written on it and whisking it out of sight. It was obviously not intended for my eyes.

"What's going on?" I asked. The man looked at me before crossing over to a rug; he pulled it up, revealing a trap door.

"We tried to make this as comfortable as possible, but I'm afraid you'll still have to hide," he stated as he pulled up the trap door. Indicating I was to get in. I crossed over and slipped in, grateful that I was escaping. He closed the trap door over my head and replaced the rug over it. I was sitting on a soft cushion but had little room to stretch out in. This was obviously built for non-living goods as opposed to elf princes. I fell into a slumber, having nothing else to do.

I was awakened by the sound of the trap door opening. The young man offered his hand to me, which I took and was lifted up into the cabin. I blinked several times until my eyes became accustomed to the light.

"Follow me," he instructed. He exited the cabin and I, after a stretch, followed. We were outside of a large fortress, encircled by a high wall. A sign, written in several languages, stated "Canon Psychiatric Hospital." I didn't understand what that meant but I was in no mood to question my escort. The young man lead me into the fortress, by passing a large stone carving of a winged being carrying a symbol I did not recognize. The courtyard was well kept and peaceful. The branches of tall trees swayed in the wind and the pleasant scents of flowers filled me with a long-forgotten joy.

"I'll take him from here. You're needed back in the field," a kind voice said. I was faced with a blonde woman halfway up the path ahead. The man bowed and left. She carefully came up to me, circling me, looking me over. "I'm surprised you're in such good conditions. An examination will still be required, I'm afraid."

"Excuse me, miss, but many questions have gone unanswered that I wish to have answered, if you please," I said. Her clear blue eyes revealed nothing to me, unlike many of the sues who could write novels with their ever-changing eyes.

"Of course, anything you ask will be answered to the best of my ability. Let's start with an introduction, shall we? I am Ashley, simply Ashley," She replied.

"And, as you seem to know, I am Legolas Thranduillion," I stated. Ashley nodded.

"I know you. I know many of those here; I need to in order to assess how far they've strayed from canon. Shall we go in?" She asked, motioning to the doors of the fortress. I nodded as we began walking. "What other questions do you have?"

"Why did you rescue me?"

"Do you know what's happened over the past few years?" She asked. I shook my head "no." She sighed heavily. "The release of several movies in my home world, the "Real Word" prompted a flooding of fan stories. Some of these fan stories are actually quite good, but many of these stories feature Mary-sues. The first few we were able to deal with quickly but they started coming quicker and quicker until they made a bid for all fandoms. The War of the Mary-Sues was long, loud, and bloody. Their numbers overwhelmed us and we were beaten, allowing the Sues to escape and take whatever they wanted. Main Canon Characters, like yourself, became their victims. For the past three years you've been in their clutches. We've rescued many of the others but there are many still in their clutches."

"Why did you wait for three years to rescue me?" I asked, slightly enraged.

"You were too heavily guarded at the beginning and there were many others more in need than you. I'll show you later but many things must come before," Ashley explained. When we entered the building, we both fell silent. The floors were made of white marble and the walls were also made of a white stone. The windows were wide and numerous. Natural light spilled in and warmed the fortress.

Ashley lead me to a clean room where another woman dressed in the usual attire of a healer awaited us. The room was filled with the scent of drying herbs and soothing lavender.

"So, we got him without any problems?" The healer asked. Ashley nodded as she took a seat on one of the counters, playing with a small jar filled with the yellow juice of preservation and a small creature that looked like an octopus.

"Nope, no problems," Ashley stated, shaking the jar. The healer watched her with a look indicating she was waiting for Ashley to leave. "Sorry, not going. He's the first sentient one we've gotten from LOTR and I want to be sure he stays that way." The healer sighed and shook her head.

"Please, have a seat," she said to me, indicating an examination table. I did as I was instructed as the healer picked up a clipboard and pen. She proceeded to write upon a piece of paper clipped on the clipboard. While doing so, she pried the jar from Ashley's hand and set it on the counter. Ashley gave a defeated little hump and crossed her arms, kicking the cabinets below her instead. The healer then turned to me, smiling slightly. "Okay. So you're from the LOTR fandom and of the race of elves, correct?" I nodded. "Kick off your boots, come over here, and step on the scales." She indicated the instrument. The sues had introduced me to modern things and concepts from the "Real World." The scales were one thing they hated, saying that it always lied to them. I, curious, did as instructed and stood on the scales. The healer made adjustments to weights with numbers underneath. Her expression was slightly grim. "Ashley, come look at this." Ashley hopped off the counter and came to look at the scales.

"Wow, that's low, considering the average weight," she stated. Looking me over, I could see whatever the scales indicated it worried her. "Legolas, I have to ask you to remove your tunic."

"Why?" I asked, my expression betraying my suspicion.

"It's okay. We won't attack you or anything, we just need to see something," Ashley replied. I did as I was told, stepping off the scales in the process. As cloth gave way to skin, both women gave small gasps of surprise.

"You poor creature. They may not have been starving him but he's slightly emaciated," the healer stated, coming closer and running a finger over my ribs. She indicated for me to turn, so she could see my back. I felt her run a finger down my spine.

"Did you know you were getting this bad, Legolas?" Ashley asked. I gave her a questioning glance. She indicated a mirror and I went over to it. Indeed, it was a different elf that stared back at me. He was thinner, much thinner. Whatever color he had once had was gone thanks to the lack of natural light. His hair was thin and his eyes held nothing, neither the spark of life nor the sadness of captivity. I couldn't believe that elf was me.

After taking several other observations of me, they allowed me to shower. The water felt good. When I was with the Sues, they would occasionally allow me to bathe, but I felt I had no reason to. Here, I felt some of my old self return. Once I had properly washed the filth of my imprisonment off me, I dressed in fresh clothes provided by the Healer. Ashley had said that they would find me something more suitable from the Lord of the Rings fandom but the Hospital clothes would do for the moment. The pants were made of a relatively soft material with a drawstring as a belt, which I adjusted for they were slightly large. The shirt was sleeveless and comfortable. Once dressed, I exited back into the Healer's room, where Ashley and the Healer were conversing quietly. I cleared my throat to obtain their attention.

"Ah, good. Well, now for the unpleasant part of the examination," the healer said, smiling nervously.

"So those of the Brown haired, green eyed camp were right," Ashley mused, cupping her chin.

"What do you mean?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Oh, it's just that fans of Lord of the Rings have an eternal argument over your appearance. Some say you've got blonde hair and blue eyes while others say you have brown hair and green eyes. Peter Jackson made the Sues think you're blonde thanks to his movie. I guess the Sues made you color your hair blonde to suit their fangirl desires," Ashley explained.

"So that was the foul-smelling stuff they insisted upon using in my hair," I stated. "A dye." Ashley nodded. Few of the Sues could understand that I had brown hair; most Wood-elves did for that matter. Again, I was instructed to sit on the table. The healer held a metal object in her hand.

"As I said, this isn't going to be pleasant. For most, it's unpleasant as hell but it has to be done. We had to develop a medication to irradiate the effects of Sues on canon characters. The medication was most effective when injected directly into the blood stream, I hope you understand," She said. With a quick motion, she took my arm and set the object on my skin. A painful prick and she recoiled, keeping out of my reach. I hissed, holding my arm, standing.

"What was that?" I asked, rage starting to swell in me. These people were full of odd surprises. One moment they're treating you as an equal and a friend, the next they're inflicting pain.

"Syringe-gun," Ashley explained. "Only way to quickly inject the medication so that the canons don't realize what we're doing. Sorry, Legolas." I was about to reply when I felt the urge to retch. I swallowed but it stayed.

"Don't fight it. Let it come up," the Healer instructed. The urge surged up and I did as I was told. As I emptied the contents of my stomach into a metal bin, several writhing creatures came out of my mouth. They looked like the one in the jar I Ashley had been playing with earlier. My eyes widened but my cry of disgust was interrupted by another wave. After a few minutes, the urge to retch was gone and I sat on the floor, shaking. Several of the creatures sat at the bottom of the bin.

"There's a lot you need to explain, now, Miss Ashley," I stated. Ashley sighed as the Healer busied with destroying the writhing creatures. Ashley picked up the Jar and crossed over to me, sitting down.

"Mary-Sues have several effects on the bodies of Canon Characters. One of them is the presence of these things, the Canon Sucker." She held the jar up. "It's a parasite that lives in the stomach of Canons and slowly rips them from their true personalities and characterizations. The more present, the less in character you are. Some Canons will spit these things up for hours before they're all gone. The medication to get rid of these guys was what you were injected with. It works quick and prevents them from returning."

"You are also required to take these," the healer said, handing me a bottle made of a material unknown to me. The contents were cylindrical and elongated. "Once every six hours. Here." She handed me a rectangular object.

"Alarum. Clip it to your belt. When you need to take the pills, it'll sound," Ashley explained, tapping the bottle. "Come on, we'll find you a room and get you settled in."

As I would soon find out, life at the Canon Psychiatric Hospital would never be boring, not for a moment.

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Coming Soon - Part two: At the Hospital