A/N: Here is le edit for chapter 7; I didn't change much, since I was pretty happy with how this one was originally XD

Warning: A few curse words in this chapter.

Chapter 7: Q & A

Glorfindel sat in the gardens, deep in thought as he stared at the ground. Mora couldn't help but shiver as she cautiously approached the furious looking Elven warrior. The stories about Elves being very intimidating when angry were all true, she decided, seeing the cold fury blazing in his icy blue eyes.

"Who are you? Are you on the side of the Defiler?" he hissed, fixing his eyes on hers as she approached.

Defiler? Is that … Nimril? Mora decided that it was, and she shook her head. "No, Lord Glorfindel. I am Mora, Guardian of the Original Tale." When he raised an eyebrow, she clarified. "I fight against Nimril-er… I mean the Defiler," she added hastily when she saw Glorfindel's expression.

He gave her a wary look, and then nodded. "If you are against the Defiler, you are welcome here, young Mora." She smiled. He'd gotten her name right. "You have a question for me. What is it you wish to know?"

"I am going after the Defiler. I'm going to follow her and the Fellowship, and I will undo any messes she's made on the way. Would you be able to join me and my Anti-Fellowship?"

The Elven warrior went silent, closing his eyes and thinking carefully. Mora fidgeted uncomfortably in the silence.

"That is not a question I can answer immediately, young Guardian. I will have to think on this matter. Please, come to me tomorrow, in this same place. I will inform you of my decision then."

Mora nodded. "Thank you, Lord Glorfindel." She bowed slightly before hurrying out of the gardens. There were preparations to make.

-V-

Nimril's thoughts were anywhere but the quest. She was still pondering what Marla- or was it Monica? - had said to her. The name was unimportant, she decided. What was important were the words. You've changed even the personalities of the people here! That couldn't be right; no one had ever acted any differently, at least, not as far as she had seen in her time in Imladris. Everyone adores you- unless they're jealous. Who wouldn't love her? Then again, Arwen had despised her … Nimril shrugged dismissively. Of course Arwen was jealous! The elleth's beauty could not match that of a Maia's daughter, quite obviously.

You're sickeningly perfect and COMPLETELY unrealistic! That sentence stuck in the elleth's mind; no one was perfect, of course! Not even SHE was perfect! Then again, perhaps the bizarre mortal was right; maybe she WAS too perfect! Nimril sighed and shook her head dejectedly. She didn't know enough about these "Mary-Sue" creatures Marina had kept referring to … without more information, she would have a nearly impossible time figuring out how to change.

Suddenly, her face brightened. Perhaps she could summon Macey there to her! That way, the girl would accompany the Fellowship on their quest, and she could tell Nimril more about Mary-Sues and how to stop being one. She smiled. It was the perfect plan, of course. Despite Marissa's cold and dismissive (not to mention rude) demeanor, the Elf was positive that she could eventually become good friends with the mortal. She smiled happily. Yes, that's exactly what she would do.

First, though, she would have to convince Gandalf to teach her how to summon people …

"Hello, dear Gandalf," Nimril said softly, stepping closer to the Ithron.

"'Ullo, Lady Nimril!" He exclaimed, slowly pulling himself to his feet. He leaned heavily on his staff as he gave her a toothy smile. "What can I do for ye t'day?"

"Could you teach me something, Gandalf?" She asked, smiling sweetly. "I would like to know how to summon people." He frowned.

"Well… er… that's awfully advanced! I'm not sure you're ready for it!"

"Oh, please, Gandalf! I really must learn! Something … something terrible is going to happen if I don't summon a specific person very soon!" She gave him a pleading, teary eyed gaze, and he immediately submitted.

"Aw, alright, Lady Nimril. I'll teach ya." She smiled warmly again. She always won. Of course, she learned the incantation after only three minutes; it never took her long to learn anything. She resolved to wait until that night to summon Melissa.

-V-

As it turned out, waiting was a bad idea- very, very bad. The summoning spell hadn't worked, for some reason, and so Nimril resolved to simply call to Mara and allow the two to communicate over the long distance. The second the incantation was complete, she said the girl's name.

"Maddie? Are you there?" No response. She tried again, louder this time. "Hello? Maaaaaary?" This time, she was met with a string of curses in four different languages that would have made an orc blush.

"Damn it, Sue! Do you have any idea what time it is right now?" The mortal girl yelled. "And my name is MORA! M-O-R-A MORA! It's like the word 'more' with an 'uh' on the end! Get it through your thick head!"

"I am very sorry, Miss Moira."

"GAH!" There came a sound of something being thrown and breaking, and then a few more curses. "What the hell do you want at THREE O'CLOCK IN THE MORNING? What is so damned important that you couldn't wait six hours?"

"I very much need your help. I am trying to decide how to begin changing from a Mary-Sue, but I haven't the faintest idea where to begin. Could you perhaps come and aide me, or give me somewhere to start?" She could practically feel the mortal roll her eyes.

"I wouldn't come near you with a fifty foot pole. I would help you, but some genius decided to call me at three in the morning, so I'm unable to think at the moment," she said dryly. "If you have to have my help, then fine, but don't call me again. I'll contact you at a decent hour if I feel like helping. Good bye." The voice connection broke, and Nimril frowned. That mortal girl really needed to clean up her language a bit …