Agh... Mary-Sue's give me headaches... BALROG SIZED HEADACHES!

Once they had all managed to stop breathing (Elrond screamed so long that he lost his breath and passed out) it was decided that Erestor would begin to read - seeing as he claimed to have no fear of the horrifying creatures.

He quickly read through the horrible chapter - going through everything from Amy and Legolas going to Rivendell where she became part of the Fellowship. She is completely immune to the Ring's power and Legolas ADORES her strength yet sensitivity. They fall in love. Later on her best friend appears in the story... and they both die.

They were all so happy when they read this. But Legolas was happiest of all. He cheered and whooped until he suddenly became depressed. "I should've saved them..." He murmured - tears falling down his face. "I should've died in their place!"

Erestor felt that it was now time to begin reading again.

"Taken.

Gone.

Stolen.

Dead.

What if I had been there?

Would it have made a difference?

Could I have saved you?

Or would you still have died?

Death used its sharp claws,

To snatch you away from me.

The darkness envelops you,

As it envelops me.

Cold, cruel, harsh.

Malicious, malevolent, merciless.

Heartless, pitiless, ruthless.

Cold-blooded, unkind, wicked.

These words,

Describe your death to me.

Was it my punishment,

For loving you?

Is love so bad?

Is love so wrong?

I thought love was a blessing.

Clearly not.

I miss you my love.

I cannot live without you.

Come back to me.

Come back to my arms.

The darkness comes,

It takes over me.

Destroys my light.

I'll be joining you soon.

I promise.

I'm coming.

Very soon my love.

We'll be together again."

"Legolas! Legolas, open this door immediately!"

Aragorn banged on the oak door again. "Legolas please! I…need help with my…wedding outfit!" Gimli looked at him in disbelief, but Aragorn just shrugged.

"Listen laddie, if you don't open the door right now, I shall break it open with my axe! And by the look on Aragorns' face, he won't like that very much."

The door opened a crack and Legolas peered out. "What?"

"Legolas, what are you doing in there?" Aragorn asked.

"Nothing."

"Can we come in?" he asked in a softer tone. Legolas just nodded and let them in.

The room was dark, and so Aragorn opened the curtains. Legolas shielded his eyes against the bright light. Aragorn frowned at him. "Legolas, you are meant to like light, not shield your eyes against it. What is the matter with you?"

"My heart…it hurts," he replied, sitting down on the end of his bed. "I'm so tired. I just want to go to sleep…"

"Don't you dare!" Aragorn told him fiercely, sitting down beside him. He slipped an arm round the Elf's' slender shoulders. He knew, that if Legolas went to sleep, there was a high possibility that he wouldn't wake up again.

"Why not?"

"You know why Legolas. Come on, you've got to be strong. I know you are grieving, and everyone understands that, it's just… I don't want to lose you Legolas. Not after everything we have been through together." He squeezed him affectionately, holding him closer to his own body.

Legolas smiled. "I know. But I want to be with her Aragorn. That seems to be the thing that people cannot understand."

"We do Legolas, but we don't want you to leave us," Gimli told him. "I know that sounds selfish, but you don't realise just how much you are loved, how much you are still needed."

"Really?"

"Yes, really. Gimli's right Legolas. You have to stay, if only for my wedding. You weren't seriously going to miss it were you?"

"No. I'll be ok. Did you say you needed a hand?"

"Aye, I do. Coming?"

"Yes, on my way." Aragorn helped the tired Elf to his feet, and they made their way to Aragorns' chamber to help him prepare for the upcoming wedding.

Arwen and her company hadn't actually arrived yet, but Aragorn knew they were coming. The preparations had started long ago, and the City was alive with activity.

"Doesn't she look incredible?"

"Absolutely stunning."

"Wow, that dress is amazing."

"She looks so beautiful."

"I hope my wedding will be like this."

"Don't talk about marriage yet, you're only twelve!"

Arwen grinned at all the murmurs running through the crowd as she made her way up towards the alter. It had taken her ages to get ready, and now the time had come for her and Aragorn to finally get married.

She saw Legolas and Gimli standing up beside her fiancé, smiling at her. She smiled nervously back, and then stopped by Aragorn. The ceremony began.

Later that evening, the main hall in the palace of Minas Tirith was full of people. Music was playing, and people were dancing. Speeches had been spoken, toasts made, and now everyone was just enjoying themselves.

Up at the head table, Aragorn and Faramir were talking, as were Arwen and Éowyn. The Hobbits were sat together, talking and eating, and Gimli and Legolas were sat together, also talking. Legolas was much quieter than usual, but Gimli knew why. Tonight would probably be the last night he would talk to his friend this way. He was planning to leave them soon, leave, and never come back.

"I'm telling you, the axe is a far better weapon than a bow and arrow," he argued, gulping down some ale.

"No, a bow and arrow are much easier to use. They're lighter, and can be shot a much farther distance than an axe!"

"For close contact fighting, an axe is the best weapon you could possibly have."

"In close contact, I use my twin knives."

"They just small axes."

"No they are not! Gimli, have you ever actually looked at my knives properly?"

"No. You would never let me anywhere near them."

"I wonder why?" he asked sarcastically. "They look nothing like axes."

Gimli just grinned and took another swig of ale. "Whatever you say Elf, whatever you say."

They carried on bantering like this for a while, finding anything and everything to argue about. But it was all good fun, and they would eventually come to a conclusion on things. Well, most of the time.

A couple of hours into the celebrations, Aragorn stood and raised his hands for silence. All eyes turned to look at him. One last speech was clearly on the Kings' agenda.

"My people," he began. "I know we have already had the speeches, the toasts etc, etc, but I just wanted to say one last big thank you to all of you." A huge cheer rose up, and it took a while to quieten the crowd again.

"Yes, yes, thank you very much." A laugh passed through the hall this time.

"Now, I am determined, that whilst my rule lasts, Minas Tirith will be made more beautiful and…" but he was interrupted by the hall doors banging open.

Everyone turned to see who had entered. What they saw, was not necessarily what they were expecting to see.

Two hooded and cloaked riders, mounted on two white stallions. The whole hall was silent, waiting for someone to respond. Most people were looking at the two new arrivals, but some turned to the King, to see what his reaction to this interruption would be.

Aragorn was staring at them, a bit lost for words. He suddenly realised his people were waiting for an explanation, and so he cleared his throat.

"Who enters my halls in such a manner?"

"Only one who would be daring enough to my Lord," replied one, removing their hood. The other followed suit.

"Sweet Eru of the high heavens!" someone at the high table exclaimed.

They dismounted their horses, and walked up to the high table, the crowd parting for them. Once there, they bowed gracefully. "My Lord, forgive our rude entrance," the first one stated. "But we wanted to make a lasting impression. Have we succeeded?" Aragorn noticed they wore a silver tear drop necklace with a sapphire embedded in the centre. He grinned slyly at them. "You two will surely be the death of me," he said.

Amy and Natalie grinned identical grins. "Oh no my Lord, we could not possibly be the cause for such a tragic event," Natalie answered.

Aragorn raised an eyebrow, then remembered something. He looked down the table to where Legolas had been sitting. But the Elf was nowhere to be seen. But Gimli tilted his head out of the hall, towards the corridor that led to Legolas' room.

"I will go my Lord," Amy offered, and swept off down the hallway, the crowd once again making way for her.

"Come up here, Lady Natalie," Aragorn offered, pulling up a chair for her beside him. "You deserve a seat at the Kings' table." She smiled graciously, and took the offered seat.

Amy ran down the corridor, checking every room she came to. But each one was empty. She began calling for him. "Legolas! Legolas!"

Her cries became more desperate, her voice louder. "Legolas where are you?"

Her path led her right to the end of the hallway, and then it was a dead end. She yelled rather a rude word, and turned back the way she had come.

Again, she looked in every room, and then came to a door that was locked. It had not been so when she first checked. She banged on it, and yelled through the wood. "Legolas! Legolas, are you in there? Please, if you are, open up!"

But there was no sound coming from within. She whistled sharply.

Not long after, her stallion came galloping up the hallway. No one was following him, and she assumed that Natalie had told them to stay put.

"Tamno-en annon dad," she told him. (Kick the door down.)

He gave her a funny look, but did as his mistress told him.

Soon, the door gave way, and she hurried in, looking desperately around. The stallion waited outside.

There he was, collapsed on the bed. She ran to him and saw his eyes were shut. "Bloody…stupid…ruddy… Legolas wake up!" she yelled, shaking his shoulders.

But he made no response. She checked for a pulse. It was weak, and his breathing was extremely shallow. She could just about see his chest rising and falling.

"Legolas," she said a bit more softly. "Echuivo Legolas. Saes melamin, echuivo!" (Wake up Legolas. Please my love, wake up!)

She placed her hand over his heart, draining her energy into him. She bent down, and with her last drop of energy, kissed him passionately upon the lips.

When she was almost collapsed from exhaustion, his eyes flickered open to gaze up at her. She smiled weakly back. "Nice to have you back with us Legolas. Where'd you go, hmm?"

He just stared at her, lost for words. She smiled and kissed him again. "I'm here melamin. I've come back."

"How…why…I don't understand," he whispered, his hand coming up to caress her cheek, his fingers trailing down to play with the silver droplet on the chain.

"Shh, that doesn't matter now. Sleep now. I'm here."

"Is this just a dream?" he asked.

"No, no dream. This is all real, I promise you." She tucked her hair behind her ears, and his eyes widened as he saw the pointed tips. She grinned. "Neat, aren't they?"

"I am dreaming."

"No, you are not." She kissed him again, and this time, he responded. "That does not happen in dreams Legolas, no matter how much you want it to," she told him, softly stroking his cheek. "Sleep now." She lay her head down on his chest, and they fell asleep in each other's arms.

As the sun rose the next morning, they were still in the same position. Amy's stallion was still outside the door, stopping anyone from entering. He was being the door in fact.

Amy stirred first and looked down at her sleeping love. He looked completely at peace, and she smiled. One day, she would tell him what happened when she and Natalie had died.

They had gone to the Halls of Mandos, which surprised them both a little. Surely, because they ere humans from Earth, they should have gone to heaven?

There, they were judged, separately, asked questions about what they wanted to happen to them, and what should happen to their friends.

"I wish for my friends in Middle-Earth to live happily in peace forever. And look after Legolas. He'll need it."

"I wish that all Amy's friends and all the new ones I have made to live in peace forever and ever. Oh, especially Legolas. He'll be heartbroken when he sees Amy has died."

"No more war please."

"Um…no more fighting, never again."

"Er…happiness for all time?"

"Can everyone down there be…happy and joyful. No more sadness."

"The world will be rebuilt."

"Everything will be fixed that was broken during the fighting."

"Laughter and love forever."

"Everyone will love everyone else. No more tears."

"Really, just, everyone to live happily, no more fighting, and peace forever and ever."

"World peace to put it simply."

The judges smiled at what the girls had asked for. They had been completely selfless and wanted nothing more than for their friends to be happy.

"Very well," the head judge had said when they were brought back together. "You wish for Middle-Earth to remain a happy and war-free place, correct?" They had nodded.

"Very well. Evil has been destroyed forever from the world, and so that wish has come true already. Now, for your friends to be happy and joyful. They have just lost you two to death. They aren't going to be particularly happy, are they?"

"They'll get over it. Won't they, my Lord…?" Amy had asked timidly.

"Possibly. But Prince Legolas, this has hit him hardest. I doubt he will be able to survive another week on Earth. His heart will break, and he will join you in Mandos."

"No!" Amy had cried out. "Please don't let him die! He can't die, not after surviving the War, and all the battles! Please, let him live!"

"I am not in control of whether he lives or dies Amy. However, you are."

"Me?"

"Yes. If you hadn't have gone against his orders and gone into battle and died, you would still be living. It is your fault he is dying himself."

Amy had then proceeded to burst into tears.

"I can change that," he had consoled her. "I will send you back to Middle-Earth as guardians. That will be your official title. You will return as Elves, and that will mean of course, you will be immortal. You will be gifted with steeds of the highest quality. It will be your job to deal with any evil that may come back from the aftermath of this War."

They had just stared at him in disbelief.

"Wha…?" Natalie had started, and then, they found themselves sitting in the middle of a forest, their white stallions grazing beside them. Sitting in shock for a few moments, they gazed at one another.

"I have pointy ears!" Amy squealed.

They had ridden with all haste to Minas Tirith, and galloped up through the City. There had been no one around, as all were at the wedding celebrations. They had made their grand entrance in the hall, and Amy remembered seeing Legolas at the table. He had quickly disappeared.

She giggled quietly and looked down at the Elf in her arms. He was going to be ok now, as was she. They would live together… somewhere, and nothing would separate them ever again.

Legolas sobbed wretchedly before suddenly morphing into a horribly angry elf. "YOU FOUL SPAWN OF SAURON! YOU CREATURES OF DARKNESS!" He screamed - his hands balled into fists. "I SHALL HUNT YOU DOWN AND DESTROY YOU AND YOU WILL SUFFER A THOUSAND DEATHS THROUGH PAIN OF FLAMES!" He breathed heavily - looking more terrifying than any Nazgul ever could. Elrond once again felt that he was looking at Thranduil...

Elladan and Elrohir moved away from their friend, not sure who to be more afraid of: the Sues, or Legolas...

Erestor broke the silence by beginning the next Mary-Sue tale.

~*~

Twin Stars by Punk Rocker Fairy

In the beginning, there was I, Alice, my twin sister, Jamiean (Jamie for short), my older brother, Sam, and my mom and dad all packed into a monster of a van. We were heading down to the lake house for summer vacation. We had gone their every year since I could remember. I was in the back with my other siblings reading. We were all competing to see who could finish the LoTR series faster. Why you ask would we do this, it's simple, our mother yelled at us when we were having LoTR movie marathon, again, that we need to read the books before we watched it again. With that the witch, erm, I mean our dear, loving, movie hating mother turned of the T.V. with a satisfied look on her face. So we decide to add some fun to it to see who could finish the series first, and sadly, we were still on The Hobbit.

"Almost done! Hah, take that Alice!" said by brother laughing.

"Keep your mouth shut, I'm almost done too." I said calmly not taking my eyes from the book, Bard had just killed Smog.

"AH! How do you read that fast! I'm only on chapter three!" complained my sister.

I being in the middle, put on my ipod to tune out their arguing so I could concentrate. My brother had always the smart one and this was his summer break from collage, he was two years older than my sister and me. My sister had always been the beautiful, talented, popular one. Then there was me. I was pretty like my sister but I, unlike her was shy. Her favorite school orientated things were lunch and debate team, if there was anything my sister could do it was flirt, and win arguments, not to mention she was an expert fencer. My favorite things would have to be art, and archery. Whenever I shot an arrow I could almost feel my soul going with the arrow, flying through the wind. Where was I, oh yah.

"Both of you shut up and read!" I scolded.

They looked at me, then at each at each other and muttered apologies.

"Ah, we're here." Said my mother sighing, she loved this place.

I couldn't blame her, this place was gorgeous. The sun hit the water just right and we had a two-story log cabin right next to the water with a balcony extending over the water. I loved painting, and it was my life long dream to paint this scene just right, so everyone could see its beauty. We all got out of the car and unloaded our stuff. I ran up to my room to get my easel and painting stuff. I set my stuff up out on the balcony and paned how it was going to look and started sketch.

"AAAALLLICCEEE!" came my sister scream from downstairs.

Immediately think something was wrong, I rushed downstairs, my sister always got herself into big messes. When I reached the bottom I just saw her smiling.

"Come on, let's go on a walk!" she said excitedly.

Part of me was happy she was okay, the other was fuming, she had interrupted my work.

"Jamie, I'm working on my painting." I said trying to calm myself down.

"Oh, come on, you can work on your painting later, we have a month here."

There was a reason she was the president of the debate club.

"Fine, a SHORT one won't hurt." I consented.

We walked out of the house and into the woods. I knew these woods like the back of my hand, one of the paintings I did of these patches of clearing where the flowers bloomed beautifully was the pride and joy of my gallery. We had been walking for about fifteen minutes in silence when Jamie said, "Ooh, what was that?" and took off running deeper into the forest.

"JAMIE!" I yelled after her before running after her.

I soon catch up and almost bump into her when she stops abruptly staring at something in front of us. I step around her and see the most amazing thing, a beautiful silver ring with a beautiful silver flower design on it. I know I've seen it somewhere, but I just can't place it, my sister gets it before me.

"Galadriel's ring." She mutters.

I stand shocked, how did it get here? Before I can ask my question Jamie runs for the ring.

"STOP!" I scream, but it's to late, she is about to put it on.

I lunge forward and grab her arm, by far the worst mistake in the history of the world. Before we could react, we were falling.

"Welcome children."

~*~

Glorfindel stood up, picked up his chair and slammed it against the stone wall - letting loose a spine tingling war cry. The chair shattered. The balrog slayer straightened his tunic and sat down calmly on the floor with his legs crossed. "I'm better now." He murmured quietly.

Erestor looked more terrified than he had since they first discovered the kiss mark on Legolas' neck. He quickly began reading again.

~*~

We were riding, and riding, and riding a lot more. Where? Rivendel. Galadriel told us that she sent her ring to find the right person from our world to save the fellowship. Her ring choose us. Yay. We are to take on the role of princesses from what ever place in our world we wanted. We had to leave our clothes their and wear, you guessed it, DRESSES! Did I ever mention my sister and I HATE dresses. So now, we were riding, for a LONG TIME. I miss my ipod, and chocolate. (I'm ADD, so don't act so surprised.)

"Soooo, are we almost there?" my sister asked our elf guide.

"Halfway princess." Said the guide trying his best to stay patient with my sister's constant questions.

"By the way Al, where are we from?" asked my sister directing her attention to me.

"I was thinking, maybe Avalon."

"Where?"

I sighed, I loved my sister, but she wasn't the brightest when it came to legends. I quote "I just don't care about old, icky dead guys."

"Avalon was the mystical island from Arthurian legend."

"Um, alright, what ever."

The rest of our LLLOOONNNGGG journey was mostly quiet. When we got to Rivendel, It was worth it, the view was breathtaking. Note to self, come back and attempt to paint it. We made our way down to the main section where Elrond was waiting for us. He scared the shit out of me mostly because he had a certain, 'in charge' air about him.

"Welcome princesses, I hope your stay here will be I enjoyable one, there will be a council for you to attend in two days time, please attend. Allegra will show you your rooms." Said Elrond and then he left.

Allegra had mousy brown hair and green eyes and was searing a long green velvet dress. She turned on her heel and started walking towards the labyrinth of rooms.

"Follow me please princesses," she said flashing us a brilliant smile.

We did as told and listened as she pointed out things to us on the way. We finally made it to two wooden doors right next to each other.

"These are your rooms, please ask if you need anything." With that Allegra turned on heel and left.

"Well it was nice meeting you to." I muttered sarcastically as I walked into my room.

Let me just say two things:

a) Elves don't skimp

b) W.O.W.

The room was breathtakingly beautiful. It had beautiful blue curtains and a huge bed in the center of the room and a balcony hanging over a small garden. Everything in the room was either blue or silver. I went next door to Jamie's room and her room was almost the same except for the color scheme was green and gold.

"Wow, elves don't skimp do they?" asked Jamie.

"Tell me about it, hey, how about we get changed out of these gross clothes and go walk around?"

"Sounds good."

I went back to my room and opened to find, unfortunately but expected, dresses. I picked out a light blue short-sleeved one that went with my blue eyes and blonde hair. I went to check on my sister who I found wearing a dress almost identical to mine except green to go with her green eyes. (That was the only difference, physically that is, between my sister and I.)

"Cute dress." She commented, smiling.

"You to." I answered back as I looped my arm with hers and we walked off in a random direction.

We made our way through LOTS of winding halls with windows just teasing us because we couldn't find a door. We finally found a staircase down to the first floor, but no door.

"Aw screw it. We're on the first floor, right Jamie." I said, a plan forming in my mind.

"Yah." She answered cautiously; she knew something was going on in my head.

"Why not just jump out one of those huge windows."

She contemplated for a couple of seconds before saying, "Sure, what the heck."

We made our way over to one of the glassless windows. I made sure no one was looking and boosted my self onto the windowsill.

"Hurry up Alice!" hissed my impatient sister.

I jumped out the window and landed in a crouch. I checked the area for people and when it was all clear, I motioned for my sister to come on down. She landed with a soft thump behind me. We straightened up and walked away like we knew what we were doing.

"You know you could have just gone down that hall a bit farther and there would have been a door." Said a voice from behind us

We spun around to find a person who looked just like Liv Tyler, only ten times more gorgeous.

"You're Arwen, right?" asked my sister. Arwen had always been one of her favorite heroines where I thought she was kind of a Mary sue (AN: no comments please if you think my characters are my mary sues, I get the irony of it.) I had always been a fan of Eowen.

"Yes, that would be correct."

Wow, formal much.

"Well, I'm Jamiean, or Jamie; and this is my sister Alice."

I gave her a little wave but still stayed silent.

"Right. Um… well we're sorry about jumping out the window, but we were getting a little stir crazy seeing the outdoors but not being able to get there."

"I understand, I used to do the same thing. I will try to find you a map later if you like?"

"Yes thank you, that would be nice."

"Well then, if you would please accompany me to the main courtyard to welcome the Mirkwood elves representatives."

That's when I smiled; I had always been a fan of Legolas. Besides, he was a sexy elf. We ran to the clearing in time to see the elves gracefully land on the ground as someone took the horses away.

You don't know the meaning of 'drop dead gorgeous' until you see Legolas. He looked like a green clad, blonde haired reincarnation of beauty with beautiful green eyes. (AN: I don't know Legolas real eye color but since his name is Greenleaf, I'm going with green. If anyone knows his real eye color, please tell me.)

"Hello my dear Arwen, and who are these lovely ladies?" he said in a smooth, suave, sexy voice.

"These are the representatives from the island nation of Avalon. They are princesses Alice and Jamiean."

"Hello." I oh so cleverly said.

"It's lovely to meet you…" said my sister playing oblivious.

"Prince Legolas of Mirkwood." He said as he kissed my sisters hand.

I was soooo beyond words.

He smiled at us and walked off Arwen, probably catching up on old times.

"He kissed my hand." My sister said so softly that I barley heard her.

Then she fainted, and I didn't blame her.

~*~

There was silence. Finally - Legolas raised an eyebrow and spoke slowly. "Smooth, suave, sexy voice...?"

Elrohir nodded. "You do have a really nice voice." He commented - as though just noticing it.

Elladan clapped his hands over his twin's mouth. "Silence - you fool!" He hissed, looking around uneasily. "There are enough incest stories about us! We don't have to have anymore with Legolas!"

I'm exausted. I think I might have gotten Cathie's cold.