All hating me for the cliffhanger? *laughs hysterically* look I don't get much fun at the moment – I have to get my amusement from somewhere. Well perhaps this will clear things up a little for you all…

Oh and *frowns* it's not mine. What's new?

Left To My Own Devices.

What had I seen on the floor that was so enlightening? My feet.

"FEET! FEET! FEET! FEET!"

The door that had been locked burst open and all the members of what I had mentally named 'Thranduil's Council' came out to see what the commotion was. Veborion reached me first.

"What is it?"

"FEET!" I declared wildly pointing at my feet. "FEET! FEET! FEET!"

Veborion looked at me as though I had gone mad. "Yes." He said slowly and carefully. "And?"

"NO! YOU DON'T GET IT! IT'S FEET! FEET! FEET! FEET!"

"Yes I understand." He said calmly.

"NO! I'VE FIGURED IT OUT! SEE? IT'S FEET!"

"Of course it is my child." Said Thranduil in a very calm voice. "Veborion," He turned to his son and whispered something into Veborion's ear.

"Yes. Of course." Veborion said in answer to his father's whispered words. "The loss of blood has obviously affected her mind. I will take her back to her room to recover." He took my hand in a very firm grasp. "Excuse us."

***

Twenty minutes later and I was back in my room with the door locked. Veborion had told me in no uncertain terms that I should get some rest. And to make sure that I did there was a guard outside my door to see that I wasn't disturbed.

"Humph!" I snorted as I glared at the door Veborion had just closed. "Is the guard to keep others out or to keep me in I wonder." I glanced around the room. I needed to get out and act on my newfound knowledge.

Of course there was one slight problem. And that was what exactly I was going to do with my knowledge. A noise from the other side of the Palace distracted me from my musings. Must be the 'Sues' my brain noted. Then it hit me. Who would be better than the 'Sues'? They were perfect! In fact they were practically perfect in every way!

***

"This was not one of my better ideas." I commented aloud as I hung onto the bed sheets that I had used to try and climb out of the window with. "And they always make it look so easy in any films."

I groaned as I tried to remove one of my hands to place it further down the sheet in an attempt to get closer to the ground.

Unfortunately it seemed that somewhere between my brain and my hand the instruction for 'release sheet and move hand down before holding sheet firmly again' had got mixed up with 'We're all going to die! Don't even think about letting go of the sheet!'. Consequently getting down to the ground was taking a little longer than I had previously anticipated.

Then I realised that my hands were beginning to ache. "Oh dear. Not good." I said, "Come on hands! Move! Move! Move!"

My hands are not connected to my ears and consequently did not hear my order to start working. Eventually I half slid half fell down the remainder of the sheet. Once on the ground I did a quick check over to see that I wasn't too badly hurt and headed off to find the 'Sues'.

***

The 'Sues' had taken over the kitchens. Quite why they found it necessary to do so I never got around to asking, but I figured it was probably something to do with the whole 'Mary Sue' thing. After all, they are perfect in every way and tend to be satisfying to all males. And what's the old saying again? 'The way to a man's heart is through his stomach?' Maybe that explained it. I really was not interested in the way their minds worked. There are very few things that I can imagine being scarier.

Anyway, what I really wanted was to put my proposal to them, using of course my brand new knowledge.

***

"Hi there!" I declared. "How's it going?"

The 'Sues' looked up from their various tasks. Seeing that I was not originally from Middle Earth they collectively decided that I was not a threat. For which I was eternally grateful. Taking on a room of drop dead gorgeous killing machines was not on my list of things to do. At least not on that particular day.

"Err…" Now how to make my proposal. Well, best way to do it as they're all ignoring you is to get straight to the point, my brain argued. "It's about Legolas."

The room as one turned to look at me. And they did not look happy. Not happy at all.

"Way to go brain," I muttered. "Just get them all pissed at me so I don't manage to make it out of this room alive why don'tcha?"

Well it got their attention didn't it? My brain answered back smugly.

"Yeah. Cheers." I said through clenched teeth as I watched all the 'Sues' start to advance towards me with murderous expressions on their faces.

I gulped.

Idiot.

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Posting this up early as I have something real depressing to do later. The "FEET! FEET!" Will all be explained soon! Honest! Anyone guessed yet? Hehehe. And what's my proposal for the Sues? Next chapter will reveal all. Probably. R&R please! And cheer me up!