Disclaimer: I do not own The Lord of the Rings. It belongs to J.R.R.
Tolkien. All Authors and OCs used with permission.
Author's Note:
An extreme apology for the incredibly late chapter. Apparently, there was something wrong as I sent out the survey. And on top of that, I had to do a little more research in order to make this chapter work. But I personally believe that I didn't write it very well. Things don't come out too well when I know that I have to rush. You can tell because not even this note is very smooth-going at all. It's a bunch of choppy sentences written in a rush. I was busy with other pieces this week.
Also, this was the most difficult chapter to write because... I didn't know how I was going to make this work. It's also a very short chapter. I don't know when the next one is going to be up, but at the moment, I am really, really, stressed out because it's getting a bit more difficult for me to write this the way that I like it, and that I'm also up on deadlines. I assume that people want to read this as quickly as possible. I'm trying my very best.
If you have any suggestions, I don't give a damn if it's almost a flame. Let me have it. I need it. I need help.
The File Cabinet
The Mary-Sues had their weapons drawn out as they prepared to fend off the new, strange, and probably very powerful intruders. Out of the light, there came a people with ghostly-white skin, almost transparent, with white mist floating about them, glittering stars following some of them. There was no color in them. Their eyes were blank white, as was their hair and garments. There were many of these spirits, and they all exited the light, one by one, or two by two. I couldn't recognize any of them, really, if they were dead ones, slain by the hands of Mary-Sue, or just... spirits.
"They are white because they are pure," explained Joe softly from in front of us. It was odd to see him as a black mass among the great cloud of ethereal comers. "But some of them are gray," he pointed to two tall spirits whose appearance was slightly darker than their fellows, "for though they are Canon, they have also been struck by the Sue." From then, looking at those two characters and a few that had followed, was a sorrowful sight, to see such pure and beautiful creatures tainted with... evil.
"Now we had better have it again," said a tall spirit. His voice was like an echo, sort of.
"It's Lindir!" whispered Vana excitedly, pointing to the spirit. "But have what again?"
And then, what seemed to be a smaller creature came out of the light. This one was also slightly gray, but it seemed to be pure all the same. It crawled on all fours about the Fiction Dome for a moment, making a few of the Mary-Sues squeak pettily and wimpily in all of their girliness. It looked up at one of the Sues, who bit her lip in fear, showing her pearly white teeth. The Spirit bobbed its head and croaked, "Teeth! teeth! my preciousss; but we only has six!"
"It's Gollum!" said Amarth. Phantom looked like she wanted to say something (and something very loudly, at that) but near paralyzed in awe, she kept her eyes wide open, letting her expression say her words of joy. Amarth finally passed out.
More Spirits came out. One of them stopped and looked out into the crowd of Mary-Sues, ignoring us, and stared at them with his blank white eyes, as if counting them. "Nine were to set out: so said the messages. But maybe there has been some change of counsel that we have not heard."
Celeborn. His Lady Galadriel, whose features, like the rest of the spirits, were very difficult to make out with the light, answered to his word, "Nay, there was no change of counsel..."
"There's nothing wrong with another member to the Fellowship!" protested a Mary-Sue. Blonde hair and purple eyes; typical. Suddenly, every Spirit that had come into existence made a sharp turn to look at her. She cowered at their emotionless faces. Their faces reminded me a lot of when the Nazgul in their spirit forms had stabbed Frodo at Weathertop in the movie. But their eyes, one of the most haunting, yet beautiful attributes about them, were like those that of the holy statues positioned outside great cathedrals; that piercing stare that sends chills up your spine, especially if you're looking up at the statues in cold weather.
No Spirit spoke, but there was a whisper in the air. "She lies!" it screamed silently. "She lies! Impostor! Impostor!"
Scary? Yes. Very.
Then, the Spirits starting walking again. I began to notice that they started to form a line along the walls of the Fiction Dome. This was indeed very curious; what could they be doing?
Voosh! Swiftly and rapidly, a horse and rider with burden came leaping out of the light, next. And to the Mary-Sue's utter appall and shock, it was actually NOT Arwen. "Noro lim, noro lim, Asfaloth!" Yes, one of the most famous Canon characters of all: Glorfindel. The real owner of Asfaloth. Not Arwen. Out of nowhere, there was the rushing sound of a river. Most of the Authors ducked as we thought water would be coming at us. Yet it was really nothing more than an effective sound.
But more big stuff came. Something huge had dropped from the sky. It was long and leathery looking. I saw Joe shake his head and look down. At that moment, I realized that it was actually the severed head of a winged beast. I, too, frowned, looking upon the dead hell hawk. They were very awesome in the movie.
And then I remembered that this wasn't the movie. This was Canon.
"Eowyn! Eowyn!" More thunderous crashing. Oh, now this was obvious. A favorite event in The Return of the King, myself. A short Spirit, around the small height of about four feet, stabbed a sword into the back of a towering, menacing figure. It toppled and fell to the earth. A woman, hair blazing white (it probably would have been golden if there was color) took up a sword and plunged it into one end the figure, probably the face. Eowyn and Merry had slew the Witchking of Angmar as was described in 'The Battle of the Pelennor Fields'.
Well, I had to admit, though I supported Mordor through the movies, the books had given me the impression that the dark allegiances was actually like a sadistic asylum of... sad and pitiful spare components to whatever existence was made out of. But for mere spare parts, they sure packed a mighty bitter vengeance....
The line, I noticed, had begun to form a circle around the Mary-Sue crowd. I was hoping that as soon as they surrounded them, they would unsheathe a sword and stab them all to a bloody death. But having a feeling that not all of them wielded weapons (maybe lovely Finduilas in the far corner beside Denethor), I gave that idea up. Then I heard someone singing a song of Nimrodel and Rauros. I wished that I could laugh out loud. The Mary-Sues were in the presence of Legolas Greenleaf (hiding somewhere in that white cloud), and they didn't even know it! Suddenly, I felt blissful... happy... drowsy... but happy.
Silence fell over the Spirits as they stopped moving. Yes, they had formed some kind of chain around the Mary-Sues. But they didn't really do anything. Nothing at all.
"Who are you?" cried a Sue. "Speak! In the name of the Starleaf Kingdom, last of Middle-earth's fairies!"
They said nothing.
"Hello? Hey! Hey!" Some of the Sues started jumping up and down, trying to get their attention. "HEYYYYY!!!!!"
Nothing.
"You... you..." The Mary-Sues couldn't say anything. Nothing at all.
They had been stood up. One of the impossible deeds that a Mary-Sue cannot perform. They didn't have a comeback.
So, poof! Five of them had disappeared in a tiny, pink, purple, yellow, and blue cloud of smoke. They were gone. A dozen other Sues screamed in terror. The Canon Spirits did nothing. In sudden lack of attention, they also exploded into nothingness. And as one fallen piece knocks over an entire line of dominoes, each Mary-Sue disappeared with a poof! They couldn't stand the absence of attention.
And all this time, we were the ones that had been giving them attention. We dared to read and dared to give them attention. A new idea came into my head, and judging by the surprised expressions on every Author's face, they had gotten one, too.
Maybe if no one had ever touched the Mary-Sue, it never would have come into existence in the first place. And maybe if no one paid attention to the Mary-Sue when it was brought to life, it would have died.
And no one would know it.
Author's Note:
An extreme apology for the incredibly late chapter. Apparently, there was something wrong as I sent out the survey. And on top of that, I had to do a little more research in order to make this chapter work. But I personally believe that I didn't write it very well. Things don't come out too well when I know that I have to rush. You can tell because not even this note is very smooth-going at all. It's a bunch of choppy sentences written in a rush. I was busy with other pieces this week.
Also, this was the most difficult chapter to write because... I didn't know how I was going to make this work. It's also a very short chapter. I don't know when the next one is going to be up, but at the moment, I am really, really, stressed out because it's getting a bit more difficult for me to write this the way that I like it, and that I'm also up on deadlines. I assume that people want to read this as quickly as possible. I'm trying my very best.
If you have any suggestions, I don't give a damn if it's almost a flame. Let me have it. I need it. I need help.
The File Cabinet
The Mary-Sues had their weapons drawn out as they prepared to fend off the new, strange, and probably very powerful intruders. Out of the light, there came a people with ghostly-white skin, almost transparent, with white mist floating about them, glittering stars following some of them. There was no color in them. Their eyes were blank white, as was their hair and garments. There were many of these spirits, and they all exited the light, one by one, or two by two. I couldn't recognize any of them, really, if they were dead ones, slain by the hands of Mary-Sue, or just... spirits.
"They are white because they are pure," explained Joe softly from in front of us. It was odd to see him as a black mass among the great cloud of ethereal comers. "But some of them are gray," he pointed to two tall spirits whose appearance was slightly darker than their fellows, "for though they are Canon, they have also been struck by the Sue." From then, looking at those two characters and a few that had followed, was a sorrowful sight, to see such pure and beautiful creatures tainted with... evil.
"Now we had better have it again," said a tall spirit. His voice was like an echo, sort of.
"It's Lindir!" whispered Vana excitedly, pointing to the spirit. "But have what again?"
And then, what seemed to be a smaller creature came out of the light. This one was also slightly gray, but it seemed to be pure all the same. It crawled on all fours about the Fiction Dome for a moment, making a few of the Mary-Sues squeak pettily and wimpily in all of their girliness. It looked up at one of the Sues, who bit her lip in fear, showing her pearly white teeth. The Spirit bobbed its head and croaked, "Teeth! teeth! my preciousss; but we only has six!"
"It's Gollum!" said Amarth. Phantom looked like she wanted to say something (and something very loudly, at that) but near paralyzed in awe, she kept her eyes wide open, letting her expression say her words of joy. Amarth finally passed out.
More Spirits came out. One of them stopped and looked out into the crowd of Mary-Sues, ignoring us, and stared at them with his blank white eyes, as if counting them. "Nine were to set out: so said the messages. But maybe there has been some change of counsel that we have not heard."
Celeborn. His Lady Galadriel, whose features, like the rest of the spirits, were very difficult to make out with the light, answered to his word, "Nay, there was no change of counsel..."
"There's nothing wrong with another member to the Fellowship!" protested a Mary-Sue. Blonde hair and purple eyes; typical. Suddenly, every Spirit that had come into existence made a sharp turn to look at her. She cowered at their emotionless faces. Their faces reminded me a lot of when the Nazgul in their spirit forms had stabbed Frodo at Weathertop in the movie. But their eyes, one of the most haunting, yet beautiful attributes about them, were like those that of the holy statues positioned outside great cathedrals; that piercing stare that sends chills up your spine, especially if you're looking up at the statues in cold weather.
No Spirit spoke, but there was a whisper in the air. "She lies!" it screamed silently. "She lies! Impostor! Impostor!"
Scary? Yes. Very.
Then, the Spirits starting walking again. I began to notice that they started to form a line along the walls of the Fiction Dome. This was indeed very curious; what could they be doing?
Voosh! Swiftly and rapidly, a horse and rider with burden came leaping out of the light, next. And to the Mary-Sue's utter appall and shock, it was actually NOT Arwen. "Noro lim, noro lim, Asfaloth!" Yes, one of the most famous Canon characters of all: Glorfindel. The real owner of Asfaloth. Not Arwen. Out of nowhere, there was the rushing sound of a river. Most of the Authors ducked as we thought water would be coming at us. Yet it was really nothing more than an effective sound.
But more big stuff came. Something huge had dropped from the sky. It was long and leathery looking. I saw Joe shake his head and look down. At that moment, I realized that it was actually the severed head of a winged beast. I, too, frowned, looking upon the dead hell hawk. They were very awesome in the movie.
And then I remembered that this wasn't the movie. This was Canon.
"Eowyn! Eowyn!" More thunderous crashing. Oh, now this was obvious. A favorite event in The Return of the King, myself. A short Spirit, around the small height of about four feet, stabbed a sword into the back of a towering, menacing figure. It toppled and fell to the earth. A woman, hair blazing white (it probably would have been golden if there was color) took up a sword and plunged it into one end the figure, probably the face. Eowyn and Merry had slew the Witchking of Angmar as was described in 'The Battle of the Pelennor Fields'.
Well, I had to admit, though I supported Mordor through the movies, the books had given me the impression that the dark allegiances was actually like a sadistic asylum of... sad and pitiful spare components to whatever existence was made out of. But for mere spare parts, they sure packed a mighty bitter vengeance....
The line, I noticed, had begun to form a circle around the Mary-Sue crowd. I was hoping that as soon as they surrounded them, they would unsheathe a sword and stab them all to a bloody death. But having a feeling that not all of them wielded weapons (maybe lovely Finduilas in the far corner beside Denethor), I gave that idea up. Then I heard someone singing a song of Nimrodel and Rauros. I wished that I could laugh out loud. The Mary-Sues were in the presence of Legolas Greenleaf (hiding somewhere in that white cloud), and they didn't even know it! Suddenly, I felt blissful... happy... drowsy... but happy.
Silence fell over the Spirits as they stopped moving. Yes, they had formed some kind of chain around the Mary-Sues. But they didn't really do anything. Nothing at all.
"Who are you?" cried a Sue. "Speak! In the name of the Starleaf Kingdom, last of Middle-earth's fairies!"
They said nothing.
"Hello? Hey! Hey!" Some of the Sues started jumping up and down, trying to get their attention. "HEYYYYY!!!!!"
Nothing.
"You... you..." The Mary-Sues couldn't say anything. Nothing at all.
They had been stood up. One of the impossible deeds that a Mary-Sue cannot perform. They didn't have a comeback.
So, poof! Five of them had disappeared in a tiny, pink, purple, yellow, and blue cloud of smoke. They were gone. A dozen other Sues screamed in terror. The Canon Spirits did nothing. In sudden lack of attention, they also exploded into nothingness. And as one fallen piece knocks over an entire line of dominoes, each Mary-Sue disappeared with a poof! They couldn't stand the absence of attention.
And all this time, we were the ones that had been giving them attention. We dared to read and dared to give them attention. A new idea came into my head, and judging by the surprised expressions on every Author's face, they had gotten one, too.
Maybe if no one had ever touched the Mary-Sue, it never would have come into existence in the first place. And maybe if no one paid attention to the Mary-Sue when it was brought to life, it would have died.
And no one would know it.