It appears that people are having a hard time believing that in the last chapter, that story had actually been written. And it wasn't making fun of the Mary-Sue. *shakes head sadly* What IS this world coming to? Literature used to have a meaning... but - alas... it seems that those days are gone...

I have scoured this website looking for a Mary-Sue that would be suitable for this chapter and... *dramatic music*... I didn't find it.

Phoebe did.

So, have fun. If you start to feel nauseous please don't get sick on the computer screen or the keyboard. It would make it harder to review.


Love Conquers All by Faerlain

"I'm leaving today
Living it, leaving it to change

Slowly drifting into a peaceful breeze
Tongue tied, twisted are all my memories
Celebrating a fantasy come true
Packing all my bags finally on the move

I'm leaving today
I'm living it, leaving it to change

As I'm driving I'm captured by the view
Of so much beauty, the road becomes my muse
The heat is rising and my head soars through the wind
Cool, calm, collective is a child that lost a thing

I'm leaving today
I'm living it, I'm leaving it to change
I'm leaving today
I'm living it, I'm leaving it to change
But somehow I'm missing
I think I really miss it

Don't walk away
And I'm feeling like I've never felt before
Turn down the memories of yesteryears and broken dreams
I'm free, finally free

Slowly drifting into a peaceful breeze

I'm leaving today
I'm living it, leaving it to change
See I'm leaving today
I'm living it, I'm leaving it to change
I'm leaving today (I'm leaving it to change)
Living it, I'm leaving it to change

Living it, leaving it
Said I'm living it, leaving it
Living it, leaving it to change
(I'm leaving it to change)
But somehow I miss it
I think I really miss it
One day"

("Cruz" - Christina Aguilera ™)

Amy grinned to herself as she zoomed down the M25, on her way to London. She had her Stripped album playing full blast in her car, and she loved it.

Her silver convertible shone in the bright May sunshine, reflecting every ray. She had the roof down and her sunglasses on. She was cool, single, and free.

Free. She loved that word. That git Dan would pay for his cheating, but she could wait. For now, she was driving up to London to spend summer with her best mate, Natalie.

She was a young woman of 23, blonde hair and green eyes. Every boys dream. She was fairly tall, standing proudly at 5"8, and slender with a nice curved figure.

She leant forward to skip through to the track Voice Within. It started playing, and she smiled to herself. It was one of her favourite songs, and she felt it was rather symbolic to her.

Since she had been four years old, she had lived in an orphanage. Her parents had been killed in a boating accident, and so she had been orphaned. They had no other family, and so her mothers' friend had offered to adopt her, but she had been found unfit to keep children. So Social Services had put her into an orphanage, and she had hated every moment.

Except when Natalie had turned up. She was orphaned at the age of ten, and she and Amy had clicked straight away. They got on like a house on fire, and when they were living in the orphanage together, they would never be found apart. Then, when they were old enough to get jobs and move out, Natalie had got a job as a fashion designer up in London, and so Amy had been left alone again. But she visited whenever she could, and they always had loads of fun together.

Up ahead she could see a major traffic jam, and she sighed. That was the big drawback of the M25. Always huge traffic jams. She reached it, and stopped. She turned her CD player down a bit, and sat back to wait.

All of a sudden, there was a huge bang behind her. She turned round, just in time to see a huge tanker sliding her way on its side. She screamed, tried to get out the car, but it was too late. The tanker hit her car, and she saw no more.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

Birds singing. All around her, the sound of birds singing. The ground beneath her was soft, and there were beautiful smells everywhere. She slowly opened her eyes.

Trees were above her, and through the branches she could spy bright blue sky. She groaned at her aching body, and gradually sat up, holding her head. She looked all around.

It was incredible. Trees and flowers everywhere, no matter which way she looked. She was sat on lush green grass, such as she had never seen before. She had never seen a sight like his before. She did come from Dorset, a county in England filled with countryside, but nothing could meet the beauty of this clearing.

She struggled to her feet, and gasped at a pain in her leg. She looked down, and saw blood leaking through her dark blue jeans. There were no signs of any other inhabitants, yet she did not feel as alone as she thought she would.

//But where on Earth am I?//

~*~

"STOP ALREADY!" Legolas screamed, holding his ears painfully - his eyes wide and crazed. "My homeland does not LOOK LIKE THAT!" He shuddered. "That sounds like... like... like... I DON'T KNOW WHAT! Beautiful smells everywhere? Doesn't she know that my father's realm has been cloaked in darkness and evil? Lush green grass?! Agh!"

Elladan and Elrohir cheered, hugging Legolas tightly. "It's working! It's working!" They cheered happily. "You are snapping out of the Sue's spell!"

Elrond shook his head sadly, breaking up the celebration. "It will get worse before it gets better, my sons. He has still not felt the full effects of the Kiss. The entire book must be read until he is healed."

Erestor was patting Glorfindel on the arm comfortingly. "It's not that bad." The advisor fought back a laugh as he saw the warrior of Gondolin flinch when Elrond began to read once more.

~*~

She hobbled over to a nearby rock, and carefully sat down to inspect her leg. It had a long gash in it, and she knew she would be scarred for life. She could hardly remember anything, except a large bang.

She sat there for a few minutes, trying to work things out in her head. She had nothing with her, no bag, no money, or her phone. Though she doubted she could get a signal out here in the middle of nowhere anyway.

She had the strange feeling that she was being watched, and a shiver ran down her spine. She felt rather cold, and wanted her jacket. But she had left it in the car…

//The car! The crash!//

Everything came flooding back to her. She had been on her way to London, to see Natalie, and there had been a tanker. It had hit her car, and then everything had gone black. And now…she was here, in the middle of nowhere, without any means of contacting anyone. No money, no phone…what was she going to do? Just hope and pray that someone would eventually find her.

//Not even my hairbrush! I must look a state.//

Something sharp suddenly touched the back of her neck, like the thorn of a bush. She went to swipe it away, but a cold, yet calm voice stopped her.

"Do not move, unless you wish to have an arrow protruding from your neck."

She swallowed nervously.

//Crap, now I'm stuck with a mad lunatic whose got an arrow sticking in my neck! Has this raving idiot kidnapped me?//

Whoever was holding the arrow took it away from her neck, and walked round to face her. She gasped.

In front of her stood one of the most beautiful beings she had ever seen. He was tall, taller than her, and had long shimmering blonde hair. He was very slender and, she noted, had the most gorgeous toned legs! She looked up at his face, with had no spots or blemishes. His eyes were a piercing blue, and she shivered under their glare.

//Shame he's mad.//

"Who are you?" he asked, slotting the arrow back into his quiver. His bow was now in his left hand.

"My name's Amy," she replied.

He frowned. "That is a strange name."
"Its actually quite common where I come from."

"Really? And where do you come from exactly?"

"Poole, in Dorset."

"Where?"
"Poole, in Dor…where am I?"

"You are on the borders of Mirkwood." Her eyes widened. She knew where Mirkwood was. "You mean…in Middle-Earth?"

"Of course I do, where else? How did you get here?"
"I…I don't know." Her heart was pounding in her chest. How could she be on the M25 one minute, and in Middle-Earth the next? Surely it wasn't possible.

He saw her expression change to sorrow and confusion, and felt a bit of sympathy for her. He crouched down to face her. "Listen…Amy from Poole in Dorset. You look strange to us, your clothes are different, and you have quite a strange accent. You say you do not know how you came here. What happened exactly?"
"I was in a car crash," she started to explain, but stopped at the look on his face. "Oh, a car is…like a cart on wheels, that goes very fast, and you don't need horses to pull it. You drive it, using a steering wheel. It runs on a fuel called petrol." He raised an eyebrow, but bid her continue.

"Anyway, a huge…car, hit mine, and everything went black. I woke up in this clearing, without any of my belongings except the clothes I am wearing."

"That is a strange story Amy," he said. "Well, I think you should come with us to see our King. He is very wise, and will know what to do."
"There are more of you?"
"Oh yes, plenty. They are hidden in the trees, just out of your sight. Come." He stood, and held out a hand. She smiled, and he helped her to her feet. "You are injured, lean on me." She slung an arm round his shoulder and he one round her waist. He slowly led her out of the clearing, and they started off through the forest.

More joined them as they walked, some giving her questioning looks, but most just ignoring her. She felt nervous under their gaze, and stayed as close as she could to…

"Sorry, but, what's your name?" she asked in a whisper.

He smiled. "Silivren."

~*~

"YES!" Legolas cheered, attempting to stand up in his excitement before remembering that he had broken his legs. "IT'S NOT ME! IT'S NOT ME!" He hummed. But even as the other elves smiled in slight amusement, a sudden transformation came over the prince. His face fell and morphed into a furious scowl - reminding them all suddenly of his father. He tapped his fingers on the table impatiently. "Where is the pink?" He growled - appearing to be quite masculine even as he said that oh-so-un-manly/elfy sentence. "Where are the sparkles? I WANT THE SPARKLES!"

Elrond paled... and began reading once more.

~*~

"That's a lovely name."

"Thank you. Yours is strange to us, but it sounds nice."

"Its plain," she replied. "But I guess I'm stuck with it." He smiled again.

They continued in silence, Silivren helping her over small brooks and hard areas to walk on. The forest grew darker, and the trees more dense. It also grew colder, and when Amy shivered, Silivren placed his cloak around her shoulders. It was thin, yet it kept her much warmer. He did not seem to feel the cold.

"Sorry about me being so nosy," she said after a while. "And this probably sounds really rude but…what are you?"
He laughed, a beautiful sound to her ears. "We are Elves Amy."
She nodded. "I thought so."

When she and Natalie had been teenagers, 13 and 14, the Lord of the Rings had come out in the cinema. They had immediately fallen head over heels in love with the Elf of the Fellowship, Legolas of Mirkwood. Whilst the films were out, they were always drooling over pictures of him. They actually fancied the actor, Orlando Bloom, and still did. They thought he was gorgeous! But they knew that Middle-Earth and the Fellowship was just a story, nothing more. Now Amy's mind was starting to change. She had been told she was in Mirkwood, and she was with Elves.

//Oh crap! I'm going to meet King Thranduil, Legolas' father! Maybe I'll get to meet Legolas himself! Oooh…//

She daydreamed for the rest of that journey.

~*~

Legolas screamed. Loudly. Painfully. He screamed very loudly, very painfully, and for a long time. That is - until Elrohir slapped him. The prince was shuddering, but he mumbled his thanks to the younger twin.

"I'm afraid." Glorfindel whispered, clutching his cloak tightly around him. "This story appears to have a more intelligent writer. She might even know book verse... she might even know Erestor!"

They all screamed.


Once again, it was a REAL Mary-Sue story. I want you to know that it is quite... painful - Mary-Sue hunting for this story. I actually have to READ them. *shudders* But oh well... "Amy's" story is quite long. Apparantly the author wasn't put off by all the flames she recieved. So Amy may appear again... *dramatic music*

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