Disclaimer: I do not own The Lord of the Rings. It belongs to J.R.R.
Tolkien. All Authors and OCs used with permission. "Meep" belongs to
Lily C.
Author's Note
I sincerely apologize to all the Authors; as you all know you will be put through your worst fear. But I also apologize if I got you out of character. If this is true, please notify me. I don't care if it's in a review or an e-mail, just let me know. Thank you.
...Again! I felt sick writing a chapter... I'm going to hurl... (Joe offers Naheka a paper bag) Thanks... (Naheka walks out of the room with the paper bag)
Joe: Another short apology; the chapter is a bit short, but Naheka couldn't write anymore because it made her-- (regurgitating noises are heard from out of the room)--... sick.
The File Cabinet
"We weren't the ones responsible for the death of your Authors!"
"We thought we were going to die with them!"
"Please! Just stop!"
The blonde Mary-Sue only grinned her even, pearly-white teeth at us as she continued to lead us by cords bound around our wrists. We had stumbled through several golden halls and white chambers upon entering the secret Mary-Sue fort. Of course, it was sparkling clean (save the disgusting blobs of sparkly-pink flowers plastered on the walls; the Sues called it "wallpaper"). A blue mist was circulating the air, complete with the occasional yellow stars that would twinkle out of the thicker clouds. Voices, perfectly toned soprano voices, sang to us through that infernal gas, singing of a great event yet to come. It was more like a lament, as if predicting... death.
And then the song abruptly changed to a random Britney Spears song.
Distracted by the abhorrence of this hideous lair, I didn't notice exactly where the Mary-Sue was leading us. But finally, we arrived at the Mary-Sue's destination. It was a very large, very desolate, and very... plain white room. Nothing more. She spoke not a word to us and only smiled silently as more Mary-Sues came with pretty golden shackles and pegs. With indescribable, swift grace, and accuracy, the Mary-Sues had us chained to the ground.
"Now I know how Oni feels," I thought bitterly, lazily tossing the chain around with my foot.
And then the Mary-Sues left us. I stuck my tongue out at them, but continuous insults were halted by someone's frightened screaming. As I turned, I expected to see a rabid Mary-Sue chasing after her lover or something, but to my horror, I had discovered that the cruel torture had begun. Newmoon was trying to escape from something that definitely scared her. Hoshiko suddenly took the same reaction and went as hysterical as Newmoon.
But the odd thing was that I couldn't see anything. I only saw the white walls of the white room. Had exhaustion cast hallucinations on them?
"RUN!" shrieked Hoshiko, shaking the nearest Author madly (poor Amarth) as she pointed to something in the sky. Either that, or it was big enough to be as tall as the sky. "CAN'T YOU SEE IT?! IT'S COMING! AHHHH!"
Newmoon was trying to claw across the floor. "HUGE! EVIL! SPIDER!"
Everyone else looked confused. I supposed that like me, I could not see the huge evil spider that Hoshiko and Newmoon claimed to see. Suddenly, Phantom gave a squeak and jumped. Her eyes began to dart around frantically, again bolting to the side, as if something was grabbing at her, trying to catch her. She jumped again.... waited... and again... and waited.
"Phantom, what are you--"
"Oh no!" she hollered, pointing up to the white ceiling. "The sky is on fire!... And so are you!" She pointed to some random blank area in the room. "And you! You, too! You're all on fire! And... I'M ON FIRE, TOO!" The hysteria of her following actions was frightening.
"Something evil is happening!" cried Vana. She crouched to the ground to pull her peg out of the ground, until... well, she just stopped moving altogether. She stopped breathing, too.
"Vana?" called Europa. "Hey?" Waving a hand in front of her stationary face did nothing. But every once in a while, she would make a choking sound, one that we didn't bode with too well.
"Europa?" asked Jiana, tapping Europa on the shoulder.
"What?" Europa turned to look at Jiana with concern, but her expression soon slid into one of horror.
"Do you see the people?" whispered Jiana, pointing behind her. "They're there... they're coming..."
"...It's a mob... with torches and pitchforks..."
"Some of them are holding signs... What does it say?"
"...'Kill Fanfiction Authors'..." Suddenly, she tried to scramble away from something behind. "NO! Don't hit! Don't hit me!"
Jiana was frozen. "They want me to speak to them... for something... I don't know what.... Why am I here?" And she stood frozen for quite some time, just like that.
"This is a curse!" I shouted, thrashing with my chain furiously. "The Mary-Sues are doing something to us! Just calm down!"
Well, Kitty and Sammy didn't hear me. Kitty was trying to shove Sammy in front of her, but Sammy was trying to scramble away. "The LEGS!" shrieked Kitty. "You SEE how many LEGS there are?"
"Of COURSE I do!" shouted Sammy in reply. "Get me away from it!"
"Me first!"
Penelope didn't hear me, either. She was huddled by her peg, watching something from afar. Amarth was running around in circles, screaming something about "rabid blenders that grind and slice and dice things into bloody pulps". But Penelope tried to correct her by saying that it wasn't a rabid blender, it was an "evil monkey that was going to eat her". But looking around the room, I didn't see a blender, or a monkey, or a mob of people, or giant spiders, or a fire, or a multi-legged thing. I saw something much worse.
I saw Legolas.
The evil, stupid, blonde elf Legolas whom I despised by all means and wished to destroy with my bare hands. I was about to hiss at him and prepare to strangle him with his own spinal cord, until I noticed that he was on bended knee before me. With a sweet smile, he offered something small laid in the palms of his petty hands. It was a ring. Then he asked, "Will you marry me?"
First intention: kill him. Second intention: die on the spot. But I did neither. Instead, I screamed bloody murder and ran for my life as far as the chain would let me. I tripped and fell on my knees. Stupid peg. "Mellanamin!" he cried. "Have you hurt yourself?" More screaming. As the elf skid to a halt, just to gently lay his filthy hands on my shoulder, the world went black.
I probably died after that.
~The Original Creations~
"Hurry, 'Kallo! We might be too late to save them by now!"
"Don't tell that to me! Tell that to the horse!"
Ari only held on tighter to Morikallo. The light gray stallion they had found in Kitty's office was the fastest steed they could find, but it wasn't likely that they could make it in time. Silver green knolls of grass passed them by like a softly waving sea. Dark outlines speeding through the grass far away indicated other swift travelers. Squinting, Ari identified Wisdom and Ember on separate horses, speeding in the same direction as they were.
In a blast of wind, a black shadow flew overhead and nearly knocked both elves off their horse. The familiar dragon was flying too low for pedestrian convenience. Probably on purpose; Narcissus was hanging onto Oni's claws, which had been tucked in as he flew; she stuck her tongue out at them as she winked.
Bang! Narcissus' gloating face turned to a frustrated one as she spotted someone from the yonder.
There was a loud whirring getting closer to them. "Having fun?" cackled someone from behind. Naurglahad blew a wisp of smoke away from a lovely looking pistol with a long barrel. "Ah, horses." Ari raised an eyebrow at the motorcycle that was moving at the horse's pace. "Fragile creatures, aren't they?" She slipped her gun back into the holder at her waist. "But not even a Maeras could compete with me! Ha! Ha! Ha!"
Vroom! Black smoke trailed from her engine as she sped off ahead of the riders.
Happy are the greedy ones who steal all the bread and let the others eat cake.
Well, during the French Revolution, Queen Marie Antoinette heard that the people were so poor that they didn't have bread, so she said "let them eat cake". I suppose cake was a crude thing back in the 1700's.... anyways---
Yes! Still many more questions to be answered! MANY of them. Anticipate the next couple of chapters... they may actually be of the very last... maybe.
But of course, there is always the idea of a sequel.... meep.
Author's Note
I sincerely apologize to all the Authors; as you all know you will be put through your worst fear. But I also apologize if I got you out of character. If this is true, please notify me. I don't care if it's in a review or an e-mail, just let me know. Thank you.
...Again! I felt sick writing a chapter... I'm going to hurl... (Joe offers Naheka a paper bag) Thanks... (Naheka walks out of the room with the paper bag)
Joe: Another short apology; the chapter is a bit short, but Naheka couldn't write anymore because it made her-- (regurgitating noises are heard from out of the room)--... sick.
The File Cabinet
"We weren't the ones responsible for the death of your Authors!"
"We thought we were going to die with them!"
"Please! Just stop!"
The blonde Mary-Sue only grinned her even, pearly-white teeth at us as she continued to lead us by cords bound around our wrists. We had stumbled through several golden halls and white chambers upon entering the secret Mary-Sue fort. Of course, it was sparkling clean (save the disgusting blobs of sparkly-pink flowers plastered on the walls; the Sues called it "wallpaper"). A blue mist was circulating the air, complete with the occasional yellow stars that would twinkle out of the thicker clouds. Voices, perfectly toned soprano voices, sang to us through that infernal gas, singing of a great event yet to come. It was more like a lament, as if predicting... death.
And then the song abruptly changed to a random Britney Spears song.
Distracted by the abhorrence of this hideous lair, I didn't notice exactly where the Mary-Sue was leading us. But finally, we arrived at the Mary-Sue's destination. It was a very large, very desolate, and very... plain white room. Nothing more. She spoke not a word to us and only smiled silently as more Mary-Sues came with pretty golden shackles and pegs. With indescribable, swift grace, and accuracy, the Mary-Sues had us chained to the ground.
"Now I know how Oni feels," I thought bitterly, lazily tossing the chain around with my foot.
And then the Mary-Sues left us. I stuck my tongue out at them, but continuous insults were halted by someone's frightened screaming. As I turned, I expected to see a rabid Mary-Sue chasing after her lover or something, but to my horror, I had discovered that the cruel torture had begun. Newmoon was trying to escape from something that definitely scared her. Hoshiko suddenly took the same reaction and went as hysterical as Newmoon.
But the odd thing was that I couldn't see anything. I only saw the white walls of the white room. Had exhaustion cast hallucinations on them?
"RUN!" shrieked Hoshiko, shaking the nearest Author madly (poor Amarth) as she pointed to something in the sky. Either that, or it was big enough to be as tall as the sky. "CAN'T YOU SEE IT?! IT'S COMING! AHHHH!"
Newmoon was trying to claw across the floor. "HUGE! EVIL! SPIDER!"
Everyone else looked confused. I supposed that like me, I could not see the huge evil spider that Hoshiko and Newmoon claimed to see. Suddenly, Phantom gave a squeak and jumped. Her eyes began to dart around frantically, again bolting to the side, as if something was grabbing at her, trying to catch her. She jumped again.... waited... and again... and waited.
"Phantom, what are you--"
"Oh no!" she hollered, pointing up to the white ceiling. "The sky is on fire!... And so are you!" She pointed to some random blank area in the room. "And you! You, too! You're all on fire! And... I'M ON FIRE, TOO!" The hysteria of her following actions was frightening.
"Something evil is happening!" cried Vana. She crouched to the ground to pull her peg out of the ground, until... well, she just stopped moving altogether. She stopped breathing, too.
"Vana?" called Europa. "Hey?" Waving a hand in front of her stationary face did nothing. But every once in a while, she would make a choking sound, one that we didn't bode with too well.
"Europa?" asked Jiana, tapping Europa on the shoulder.
"What?" Europa turned to look at Jiana with concern, but her expression soon slid into one of horror.
"Do you see the people?" whispered Jiana, pointing behind her. "They're there... they're coming..."
"...It's a mob... with torches and pitchforks..."
"Some of them are holding signs... What does it say?"
"...'Kill Fanfiction Authors'..." Suddenly, she tried to scramble away from something behind. "NO! Don't hit! Don't hit me!"
Jiana was frozen. "They want me to speak to them... for something... I don't know what.... Why am I here?" And she stood frozen for quite some time, just like that.
"This is a curse!" I shouted, thrashing with my chain furiously. "The Mary-Sues are doing something to us! Just calm down!"
Well, Kitty and Sammy didn't hear me. Kitty was trying to shove Sammy in front of her, but Sammy was trying to scramble away. "The LEGS!" shrieked Kitty. "You SEE how many LEGS there are?"
"Of COURSE I do!" shouted Sammy in reply. "Get me away from it!"
"Me first!"
Penelope didn't hear me, either. She was huddled by her peg, watching something from afar. Amarth was running around in circles, screaming something about "rabid blenders that grind and slice and dice things into bloody pulps". But Penelope tried to correct her by saying that it wasn't a rabid blender, it was an "evil monkey that was going to eat her". But looking around the room, I didn't see a blender, or a monkey, or a mob of people, or giant spiders, or a fire, or a multi-legged thing. I saw something much worse.
I saw Legolas.
The evil, stupid, blonde elf Legolas whom I despised by all means and wished to destroy with my bare hands. I was about to hiss at him and prepare to strangle him with his own spinal cord, until I noticed that he was on bended knee before me. With a sweet smile, he offered something small laid in the palms of his petty hands. It was a ring. Then he asked, "Will you marry me?"
First intention: kill him. Second intention: die on the spot. But I did neither. Instead, I screamed bloody murder and ran for my life as far as the chain would let me. I tripped and fell on my knees. Stupid peg. "Mellanamin!" he cried. "Have you hurt yourself?" More screaming. As the elf skid to a halt, just to gently lay his filthy hands on my shoulder, the world went black.
I probably died after that.
~The Original Creations~
"Hurry, 'Kallo! We might be too late to save them by now!"
"Don't tell that to me! Tell that to the horse!"
Ari only held on tighter to Morikallo. The light gray stallion they had found in Kitty's office was the fastest steed they could find, but it wasn't likely that they could make it in time. Silver green knolls of grass passed them by like a softly waving sea. Dark outlines speeding through the grass far away indicated other swift travelers. Squinting, Ari identified Wisdom and Ember on separate horses, speeding in the same direction as they were.
In a blast of wind, a black shadow flew overhead and nearly knocked both elves off their horse. The familiar dragon was flying too low for pedestrian convenience. Probably on purpose; Narcissus was hanging onto Oni's claws, which had been tucked in as he flew; she stuck her tongue out at them as she winked.
Bang! Narcissus' gloating face turned to a frustrated one as she spotted someone from the yonder.
There was a loud whirring getting closer to them. "Having fun?" cackled someone from behind. Naurglahad blew a wisp of smoke away from a lovely looking pistol with a long barrel. "Ah, horses." Ari raised an eyebrow at the motorcycle that was moving at the horse's pace. "Fragile creatures, aren't they?" She slipped her gun back into the holder at her waist. "But not even a Maeras could compete with me! Ha! Ha! Ha!"
Vroom! Black smoke trailed from her engine as she sped off ahead of the riders.
Happy are the greedy ones who steal all the bread and let the others eat cake.
Well, during the French Revolution, Queen Marie Antoinette heard that the people were so poor that they didn't have bread, so she said "let them eat cake". I suppose cake was a crude thing back in the 1700's.... anyways---
Yes! Still many more questions to be answered! MANY of them. Anticipate the next couple of chapters... they may actually be of the very last... maybe.
But of course, there is always the idea of a sequel.... meep.