A/N: Well? What did you think? Unfortunately for me, this is a rather
tenacious plotbunny. I may end up writing several more chappies. Oh well
. . .
The viewpoint is now going to switch to first person (from my point of view). Don't worry; it's still a parody. If by any fatal accident on my part this turns into a Mary-Sue, you have my full permission to shoot me. With many, many, bullets.
Cheers,
Sunsong
Incidentally, OFUM is the property of Miss Cam, a.k.a. Camilla Sandman. Read her fics!
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Anna and I were in the dark mist. Anna and I were apparently standing on something, but when I looked down, it simply looked as though we were floating in thin air. A figure started walking towards us. It had a curiously androgynous look and wore long robes and I couldn't tell what gender it was. It did have a rather stern and somewhat upset look to it though. Glaring at me because I suppose if you go back far enough, I am responsible for Imahorewen .
"You, Sunsong." Its voice was not what I'd term precisely welcoming.
"Yes?"
"For all that Imahorewen was posted as a parody, you have still let loose a Mary-Sue in Mirkwood, and so-" The figure was interrupted by Anna.
"WHAT DO YOU MEAN?! Posted as a parody? I posted Imahorewen as, like a fully real and, like, y'know, possible story!" The figure looked gravely at me. I muttered something under my breath which I cannot type here because I like my story's current rating. The figure seemed to almost smile for a minute.
"Then you shall share in the punishment." Anna was off like one of Gandalf's firecrackers.
"Punishment? For what?! I didn't, you know, do anything wrong!" I could figure out what the punishment was for and decided not to dig myself in any deeper than I was. I kept quiet. The figure seemed to approve, and I let out a sigh of relief. Apparently my sigh was far too soon.
"Why, punishment for letting a Mary-Sue loose in Middle-Earth of course. Although, due to the fact that Sunsong has first, killed off the Mary-Sue, and second, in her other fics has tried to keep close to the canon, her punishment will be mitigated." I could have almost kissed it.
"What will be our punishment?" I felt it couldn't hurt to ask. The figure grinned, a most disturbing sight.
"Why, to take part in an eleventh member Fellowship-of-the Ring quest, but not, for the most part, as you would be in that world. Due to your taking responsibility for the Mary-Sue, you, Anna, will be as you are- save that you shall be in that green monstrosity of a dress you contrived."
Anna whimpered, "but I, like, look so HORRIBLE in green." Maybe it was more of a despairing wail.
I was muttering some more curse words under my breath. My being in an eleventh member FOTR quest? Elrond would murder me . . . only he wouldn't stop at murder . . .dammit, I'm an OFUM graduate! I couldn't do this! My musings were shortly cut off by some more words from the figure.
"Sunsong, I think that you fully appreciate the ramifications of this. Due to that fact, you shall be able to speak Westron and read the Feanorian script. Not only that, but your garments shall be inconspicuous, and you shall keep your knowledge and your ability- such as it is- to use a longbow." Ok, I really could kiss this figure. At least I'd be able to speak Westron. "Incidentally, you shall be responsible for Anna. If at any point in time, you wish her to be able to speak Westron, she shall be able to learn it more quickly than otherwise. The figure snapped its fingers as if to a servant. The mist coiled about us once more . . .
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Anna: All right! I get to go with Leglolas to destroy the one ring, and hunt down orcs. Even if I do have to wear green, hey, didn't he say I'd look like my fic-girl? Double all right!
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Sunsong: First of all, it's _Legolas _, not Leglolas. Second, on second thought, that will be in the next chapter. Any ideas for the next chapter? Praise, flames, possibilities . . . as long as it's in that little review box!
P.S. OFUM is the property of the author Camilla Sandman. I have graduated. Read her fics!
P.P.S. For those of you who are wondering, I will not lay claim to any knowledge or abilities I do not possess, save the ability to speak Westron and read and write with the Feaorian characters. I actually have taken archery lessons with the longbow. The reason I will probably not be picking up a sword is because my feet would probably be in more danger than my foes.
The viewpoint is now going to switch to first person (from my point of view). Don't worry; it's still a parody. If by any fatal accident on my part this turns into a Mary-Sue, you have my full permission to shoot me. With many, many, bullets.
Cheers,
Sunsong
Incidentally, OFUM is the property of Miss Cam, a.k.a. Camilla Sandman. Read her fics!
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Anna and I were in the dark mist. Anna and I were apparently standing on something, but when I looked down, it simply looked as though we were floating in thin air. A figure started walking towards us. It had a curiously androgynous look and wore long robes and I couldn't tell what gender it was. It did have a rather stern and somewhat upset look to it though. Glaring at me because I suppose if you go back far enough, I am responsible for Imahorewen .
"You, Sunsong." Its voice was not what I'd term precisely welcoming.
"Yes?"
"For all that Imahorewen was posted as a parody, you have still let loose a Mary-Sue in Mirkwood, and so-" The figure was interrupted by Anna.
"WHAT DO YOU MEAN?! Posted as a parody? I posted Imahorewen as, like a fully real and, like, y'know, possible story!" The figure looked gravely at me. I muttered something under my breath which I cannot type here because I like my story's current rating. The figure seemed to almost smile for a minute.
"Then you shall share in the punishment." Anna was off like one of Gandalf's firecrackers.
"Punishment? For what?! I didn't, you know, do anything wrong!" I could figure out what the punishment was for and decided not to dig myself in any deeper than I was. I kept quiet. The figure seemed to approve, and I let out a sigh of relief. Apparently my sigh was far too soon.
"Why, punishment for letting a Mary-Sue loose in Middle-Earth of course. Although, due to the fact that Sunsong has first, killed off the Mary-Sue, and second, in her other fics has tried to keep close to the canon, her punishment will be mitigated." I could have almost kissed it.
"What will be our punishment?" I felt it couldn't hurt to ask. The figure grinned, a most disturbing sight.
"Why, to take part in an eleventh member Fellowship-of-the Ring quest, but not, for the most part, as you would be in that world. Due to your taking responsibility for the Mary-Sue, you, Anna, will be as you are- save that you shall be in that green monstrosity of a dress you contrived."
Anna whimpered, "but I, like, look so HORRIBLE in green." Maybe it was more of a despairing wail.
I was muttering some more curse words under my breath. My being in an eleventh member FOTR quest? Elrond would murder me . . . only he wouldn't stop at murder . . .dammit, I'm an OFUM graduate! I couldn't do this! My musings were shortly cut off by some more words from the figure.
"Sunsong, I think that you fully appreciate the ramifications of this. Due to that fact, you shall be able to speak Westron and read the Feanorian script. Not only that, but your garments shall be inconspicuous, and you shall keep your knowledge and your ability- such as it is- to use a longbow." Ok, I really could kiss this figure. At least I'd be able to speak Westron. "Incidentally, you shall be responsible for Anna. If at any point in time, you wish her to be able to speak Westron, she shall be able to learn it more quickly than otherwise. The figure snapped its fingers as if to a servant. The mist coiled about us once more . . .
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Anna: All right! I get to go with Leglolas to destroy the one ring, and hunt down orcs. Even if I do have to wear green, hey, didn't he say I'd look like my fic-girl? Double all right!
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Sunsong: First of all, it's _Legolas _, not Leglolas. Second, on second thought, that will be in the next chapter. Any ideas for the next chapter? Praise, flames, possibilities . . . as long as it's in that little review box!
P.S. OFUM is the property of the author Camilla Sandman. I have graduated. Read her fics!
P.P.S. For those of you who are wondering, I will not lay claim to any knowledge or abilities I do not possess, save the ability to speak Westron and read and write with the Feaorian characters. I actually have taken archery lessons with the longbow. The reason I will probably not be picking up a sword is because my feet would probably be in more danger than my foes.