Aiii, Eru
by Silvereyn
Disclaimer: Alas, nothing is mine, not even the Mary Sues. They are all stereotypes. Characters, settings and situations from Lord of the Rings belong to Tolkien and his heirs. I am merely borrowing them for my own amusement, but I promise to return them in one piece when I'm done =0) This is a non-profit fanfiction and is not meant to offend J.R.R. or New Line Cinema.
Author's Note: This is the diary of Legolas, Prince of Mirkwood, written for the entertainment of myself and others who are heartily sick of Mary Sue-ism. Enjoy =0)
Chapter One: The Shadow, The Threat, and the Rape Victim
(Earth time: The release of the movie "The Fellowship of the Ring")
(Middle-earth time: The 11th of March of the year 3018)
A shadow and a threat has been growing in my mind. I woke up late at night, disturbed. I feel as if some great evil has been unleashed, but I know not what it is. My Elven instinct tells me that my life is in danger--- nay, not my life, but my character and dignity.
I sense that great peril is about to befall all of Middle-earth... and it is headed straight towards me.
(The 14th of March)
A she-Elf has rushed into Mirkwood Forest! I mistook her for a wild animal and almost shot her. I do not like the way she looks at me, as if she is imagining me naked and us doing disgusting things together.
(Five seconds later)
Her name is Marawenlinthiel. She has been horribly violated. I feel sorry for her because she will waste away soon. Elves die when raped, after all. The best I can do for her is to make her comfortable until her time in Middle-earth ends.
(Ten seconds later)
I have just noticed something. Her hair is the color of sunlit gold and falls in soft waves past her shoulders, and her eyes are as cerulean blue as the sky, shining with the light of a thousand shattered stars. Her clothes are torn, exposing her milk-white skin and curvy body, but other than that, she looks fine.
I did not think it was logical for someone to look enchantingly beautiful after she has been subjected to a traumatizing experience.
(The 15th of March)
Wonder of wonders! Her bruises and wounds are healed. A miracle, indeed.
(The 25th of March)
She has not wasted away yet. She eats with much gusto, but she is prone to bursting into tears and seeking comfort in my arms every time she remembers what has happened to her.
(The 1st of April)
Marawenlinthiel still cries everyday. She stops crying when I embrace her, but she holds on to me so tightly I can scarcely breathe. Ada thinks, and I agree, that this is not the normal way for an Elf who's been raped to act. She should have died of grief and shame by now.
Aiii, Eru.
(The 15th of April)
We are still waiting for her to die. When she does, we will give her a grand funeral. She won't stop crying and hugging me.
(The 17th of April)
May the Valar have mercy on her (and on me... my arms and hands are sore from holding her and stroking her back, and I am close to losing my voice from reassuring her and whispering words of comfort in her ear)!
Marawenlinthiel, when are you going to die?!!!
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ End of Chapter One
I did not mean to insult those who are actual victims of rape and sexual abuse. I'm only poking fun at the fics that use rape as a mere plot device so the MS can be comforted by her Lust Object.
Reviews are greatly appreciated, and suggestions for Sues are welcome! I do not respond kindly to flames. You have been warned.
by Silvereyn
Disclaimer: Alas, nothing is mine, not even the Mary Sues. They are all stereotypes. Characters, settings and situations from Lord of the Rings belong to Tolkien and his heirs. I am merely borrowing them for my own amusement, but I promise to return them in one piece when I'm done =0) This is a non-profit fanfiction and is not meant to offend J.R.R. or New Line Cinema.
Author's Note: This is the diary of Legolas, Prince of Mirkwood, written for the entertainment of myself and others who are heartily sick of Mary Sue-ism. Enjoy =0)
Chapter One: The Shadow, The Threat, and the Rape Victim
(Earth time: The release of the movie "The Fellowship of the Ring")
(Middle-earth time: The 11th of March of the year 3018)
A shadow and a threat has been growing in my mind. I woke up late at night, disturbed. I feel as if some great evil has been unleashed, but I know not what it is. My Elven instinct tells me that my life is in danger--- nay, not my life, but my character and dignity.
I sense that great peril is about to befall all of Middle-earth... and it is headed straight towards me.
(The 14th of March)
A she-Elf has rushed into Mirkwood Forest! I mistook her for a wild animal and almost shot her. I do not like the way she looks at me, as if she is imagining me naked and us doing disgusting things together.
(Five seconds later)
Her name is Marawenlinthiel. She has been horribly violated. I feel sorry for her because she will waste away soon. Elves die when raped, after all. The best I can do for her is to make her comfortable until her time in Middle-earth ends.
(Ten seconds later)
I have just noticed something. Her hair is the color of sunlit gold and falls in soft waves past her shoulders, and her eyes are as cerulean blue as the sky, shining with the light of a thousand shattered stars. Her clothes are torn, exposing her milk-white skin and curvy body, but other than that, she looks fine.
I did not think it was logical for someone to look enchantingly beautiful after she has been subjected to a traumatizing experience.
(The 15th of March)
Wonder of wonders! Her bruises and wounds are healed. A miracle, indeed.
(The 25th of March)
She has not wasted away yet. She eats with much gusto, but she is prone to bursting into tears and seeking comfort in my arms every time she remembers what has happened to her.
(The 1st of April)
Marawenlinthiel still cries everyday. She stops crying when I embrace her, but she holds on to me so tightly I can scarcely breathe. Ada thinks, and I agree, that this is not the normal way for an Elf who's been raped to act. She should have died of grief and shame by now.
Aiii, Eru.
(The 15th of April)
We are still waiting for her to die. When she does, we will give her a grand funeral. She won't stop crying and hugging me.
(The 17th of April)
May the Valar have mercy on her (and on me... my arms and hands are sore from holding her and stroking her back, and I am close to losing my voice from reassuring her and whispering words of comfort in her ear)!
Marawenlinthiel, when are you going to die?!!!
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ End of Chapter One
I did not mean to insult those who are actual victims of rape and sexual abuse. I'm only poking fun at the fics that use rape as a mere plot device so the MS can be comforted by her Lust Object.
Reviews are greatly appreciated, and suggestions for Sues are welcome! I do not respond kindly to flames. You have been warned.