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When we last saw Mergiliandowë and her incredibly scrumdiddly-umptious brother, the Greenleaf known as Legolas/Leggy/Orli, it was a classic dum- dum-dum moment. So let's just hop back into the action, shall we?
CHAPTER TWO
Mergiliandowë's mouth was parted in stunningly beautiful confusion and wonder at her brother's words. "What is it? Tell me!" Before Legolas could speak, she put a hand over his mouth and said, "Don't tell me!" Her voice assuming the pitch of an oncoming drama fit, she cried, "You're going to tell me something which will change my life forever!"
"Yourf umphailng secnd sighpht ith uh curth!" Legolas declared through her fingers.
"A curse! Yes, aye, a curse!" Mergiliandowë wailed. "I see things before they happen, but, uh, that betrothal blindsided me. What was this secret you wanted to tell me?"
Legolas looked at her strangely, removed her hand, shook his head in puzzlement and forged on ahead. "It is about your birth, your past. You were brought to Mirkwood as a babe under the cover of darkest night in the arms of a woman who claimed she was under the command of a man in Gondor to deliver you to safety. She was dazed with exhaustion and pain. She said she had kept her path to the rivers and woods since her journey began, 5 days before, her mind on nothing but delivering you to safety."
"But why?" Mergiliandowë asked, her eyes filled with innocent wonder. "Am I some chosen one in a mystical prophecy that would necessitate my seclusion in a distant land, safe from harm and danger?" [Author: Come on, folks, was there *ever* any doubt?]
"I despise myself that I must be the one to tell you of this," Legolas began, "but it was foretold several hundred years ago that the Stewards of Gondor would fall before the might of a luminous figure in silver and white, born on the night of a meteor shower, a figure who was the embodiment of justice and peace and would enrich Middle Earth forever more. The Stewards knew of this prophecy and through the years tried to take all babies born on such a night. You were sent to safety and as far as I know, you are the only one who survived."
The confusion rolled over Mergiliandowë's face like a dense fog. Then it brightened. Nothing could cloud it for long when the power of her personality kicked in.
"Then *I* am the rightful Queen of Gondor!" she declared, rising to her feet and tilting her chin upwards in a defiant, bratty, yet completely charming, manner. "But how will I regain what is rightfully mine?"
Legolas's brow furrowed. "It is a mighty land and will not fall easily. Denethor, the Steward, will not hand over his power to you without a fight."
"That's where you come in," Mergiliandowë explained patiently. "You have lots of friends who will help me on my quest. That Strider fellow, the one you are so friendly with--" Mergiliandowë couldn't prevent a note of jealousy from creeping into her voice. "I'm sure he'd love to help me fulfill my destiny of ruling Gondor and bringing peace to Middle Earth." She paused. "And could you tell me why those camping trips you two take are so much fun that you always leave me alone when he shows up?"
"Uhhhh.."
Mergiliandowë sighed. "He's just filled with envy that I can use a sword better than he can." She pouted prettily. "Some people hate being around others who are better, faster, stronger, smarter, prettier, and- oh, what a curse! Doubly so! But he is big, strong and stupid, so he should do quite nicely."
"About Gondor?" Legolas asked, steering the conversation back to safer ground. "You will just go there and demand what is yours?"
"What else can I do?" Mergiliandowë replied. "That is where my fate and destiny lie. Middle Earth will wither and die unless I follow the path among the stars that has been laid before me." The warm rays of the sun above created a dazzling halo of light around her curly blond locks and Legolas was temporarily blinded by her brilliance until he had a brainstorm to turn his head away.
"Wait a minute!" Mergiliandowë cried, launching herself at her brother-up- until-a-moment-ago. "Gondor can wait! You're not my brother after all! Let us the nasty do!"
The cherry blossoms rained down in tune with Legolas' shattering screams.
A/N: I'm somehow unsatisfied with this chapter, but I don't see how I can change it in a significant way. I just couldn't go on with the cavity- inducing sweetness anymore. I admit it, Mary Sue broke me! *sobs* Oh, the pain! (RIP, Dr. Smith) But if this gave y'all a giggle, I did my job! :-)
When we last saw Mergiliandowë and her incredibly scrumdiddly-umptious brother, the Greenleaf known as Legolas/Leggy/Orli, it was a classic dum- dum-dum moment. So let's just hop back into the action, shall we?
CHAPTER TWO
Mergiliandowë's mouth was parted in stunningly beautiful confusion and wonder at her brother's words. "What is it? Tell me!" Before Legolas could speak, she put a hand over his mouth and said, "Don't tell me!" Her voice assuming the pitch of an oncoming drama fit, she cried, "You're going to tell me something which will change my life forever!"
"Yourf umphailng secnd sighpht ith uh curth!" Legolas declared through her fingers.
"A curse! Yes, aye, a curse!" Mergiliandowë wailed. "I see things before they happen, but, uh, that betrothal blindsided me. What was this secret you wanted to tell me?"
Legolas looked at her strangely, removed her hand, shook his head in puzzlement and forged on ahead. "It is about your birth, your past. You were brought to Mirkwood as a babe under the cover of darkest night in the arms of a woman who claimed she was under the command of a man in Gondor to deliver you to safety. She was dazed with exhaustion and pain. She said she had kept her path to the rivers and woods since her journey began, 5 days before, her mind on nothing but delivering you to safety."
"But why?" Mergiliandowë asked, her eyes filled with innocent wonder. "Am I some chosen one in a mystical prophecy that would necessitate my seclusion in a distant land, safe from harm and danger?" [Author: Come on, folks, was there *ever* any doubt?]
"I despise myself that I must be the one to tell you of this," Legolas began, "but it was foretold several hundred years ago that the Stewards of Gondor would fall before the might of a luminous figure in silver and white, born on the night of a meteor shower, a figure who was the embodiment of justice and peace and would enrich Middle Earth forever more. The Stewards knew of this prophecy and through the years tried to take all babies born on such a night. You were sent to safety and as far as I know, you are the only one who survived."
The confusion rolled over Mergiliandowë's face like a dense fog. Then it brightened. Nothing could cloud it for long when the power of her personality kicked in.
"Then *I* am the rightful Queen of Gondor!" she declared, rising to her feet and tilting her chin upwards in a defiant, bratty, yet completely charming, manner. "But how will I regain what is rightfully mine?"
Legolas's brow furrowed. "It is a mighty land and will not fall easily. Denethor, the Steward, will not hand over his power to you without a fight."
"That's where you come in," Mergiliandowë explained patiently. "You have lots of friends who will help me on my quest. That Strider fellow, the one you are so friendly with--" Mergiliandowë couldn't prevent a note of jealousy from creeping into her voice. "I'm sure he'd love to help me fulfill my destiny of ruling Gondor and bringing peace to Middle Earth." She paused. "And could you tell me why those camping trips you two take are so much fun that you always leave me alone when he shows up?"
"Uhhhh.."
Mergiliandowë sighed. "He's just filled with envy that I can use a sword better than he can." She pouted prettily. "Some people hate being around others who are better, faster, stronger, smarter, prettier, and- oh, what a curse! Doubly so! But he is big, strong and stupid, so he should do quite nicely."
"About Gondor?" Legolas asked, steering the conversation back to safer ground. "You will just go there and demand what is yours?"
"What else can I do?" Mergiliandowë replied. "That is where my fate and destiny lie. Middle Earth will wither and die unless I follow the path among the stars that has been laid before me." The warm rays of the sun above created a dazzling halo of light around her curly blond locks and Legolas was temporarily blinded by her brilliance until he had a brainstorm to turn his head away.
"Wait a minute!" Mergiliandowë cried, launching herself at her brother-up- until-a-moment-ago. "Gondor can wait! You're not my brother after all! Let us the nasty do!"
The cherry blossoms rained down in tune with Legolas' shattering screams.
A/N: I'm somehow unsatisfied with this chapter, but I don't see how I can change it in a significant way. I just couldn't go on with the cavity- inducing sweetness anymore. I admit it, Mary Sue broke me! *sobs* Oh, the pain! (RIP, Dr. Smith) But if this gave y'all a giggle, I did my job! :-)