Disclaimer: Not mine, but hot elf lords are always welcome to drop by.
Special thanks to:
Sun Queen: Now *that* would make an interesting story, come to think of it.
Morwen: Eat chocolate before you go to bed, I think it helps, *G*
Starbrat: Many thanks for your review, I am devilishly pleased to hear you enjoyed it!
Mrs. Bloom: Here's the second chapter, just for you!
TRAPPED AS A MARY SUE
Chapter Two
The Council of Elrond had ended, but Katie wasn't sure whether to be relieved or pissed off beyond reality. She was trapped. Trapped. The word had a definite ringing finality. Anger was turning into numbed shock, and Katie didn't even notice the scathing glares a few members of the council shot in her direction as she stumbled away.
"Lady?" A nondescript elven maid slowly approached Katie and addressed her, large eyes luminous against her pale skin.
The girl licked her dry lips and managed to respond, "Yes?"
"Lord Eldrond has sent me to take you to your rooms. Come on with me." The girl's expression never wavered from one of curiosity, but Katie knew now it was not just from boredom or stupidity.
"Can't even spell the poor elf's name right," she muttered, though it was no use. "The grammar in this story is just *awful*." The force seized her mouth and formed it into the shape of the author's answer, and Katie didn't even try to fight, she was too worn out.
Wearily she followed the she-elf, until her jaw dropped in astonishment at the beautiful elven architecture. For all the author's faults, Rivendell was *gorgeous*. The greenery was lush, and everything seemed to be blooming. Graceful arches soared above her head, and elegantly poised statues beckoned from sheltered alcoves. They turned down a long corridor, and it wasn't long before the nameless elf halted in front of a door and opened it.
"Here you are, miss." And Katie was left alone to ponder her predicament. The chamber was lavishly decorated with carved furniture and tapestries. Idly Katie moved to examine it, only to sneer in disgust when she noted that it was a depiction of the Mona Lisa. "Can't she think up her own artwork?" Yet strangely there seemed to be nothing else wrong with the accommodations, and Katie flopped back on the bed with a sigh, her extremely long hair fanning out behind her.
Why oh why did this have to happen to me? she lamented bitterly. As was often the case, she started to talk to herself in her head.
Because life sucks.
Shut up, who asked you?
As a matter of fact, you did. Besides, it could be worse.
Oh it could? Katie demanded acidly. I don't think so, but let's recap: I landed in the middle of the Council of Elrond, and half of the occupants have the personality of a cucumber, Aragorn of all people thinks I am the most angelic creature he has ever laid eyes on *even though* he is really the only one of the Fellowship at this point that actually *has* a lady- love, Legolas my *favorite* character doesn't even have good lines and he uses *contractions* for pity's sake, Merry and Pippin have the sense of bumbling idiots, *and*.and. she ran out of steam at that point.
Well, you could have a whole vicious love cycle involving Boromir and Legolas to go along with Aragorn, the opposite half of her brain pointed out.
Eeep! *Will* you be quiet?! I don't actually *want* it to happen, but knowing my luck now that you've.that I've.er, whatever, *said* that, it's going to! Kindly shut up!
Fine.
Silence descended mentally, and Katie concentrated on listening to the words of the author, who was now concentrating on some long and involved flashback scene with Aragorn. A sudden thought occurred to her. If the author's attention was focused solely on Aragorn at this point in time, that meant that she wasn't even controlling Katie/Meriweather.
On suddenly quick feet, Katie dashed to the doorway, experimentally waving one hand through the air, not wishing to encounter any more invisible barriers. There was a dull thonking noise as her fist rapped up against exactly what she had hoped *not* to find.
"No way out there." she muttered aloud, turning in a slow circle. Her eyes were immediately drawn to the sheer curtains by the only window, stirring in a fitful breeze. In a flash, Katie stuck her head out, then climbed to the sill. Balancing precariously, she poked with one foot to ensure that there was no barrier of any sort, and then carefully stepped out onto a handy narrow ledge.
Shoving her fear aside, she pressed herself flat against the cool stone and inched along, hoping to find an empty room that she could exit through. Yet when she reached the first window, a sudden cry caused her to lose her footing and fall sideways.
"Ow." Katie's voice was muffled by the carpet.
Gentle hands touched her shoulders, even as the girl rolled over of her own volition. "Are you all right?" a soft and melodious voice inquired.
Katie blinked, massaging the shoulder she'd landed on. "Yeah, I-Arwen!"
The Evenstar straightened suddenly from her graceful crouch that only an elf could have managed. "How does a stranger such as you know my name? And what is yours, for your manner of dress is unknown to me."
"I'm *Katie*. Not Meriweather." Katie staggered to her feet, gingerly feeling for bruises. "And well.um, your father told me about you."
A look of dismay crossed Arwen's fair features. "My father knows naught of me. I am imprisoned here, and there is no escape. I feel as an animal in a cage, but there is none in Imladris that seem to remember my very existence." She sat in a nearby chair, her reaction carefully controlled.
"And I thought I had it bad." Katie muttered. "Nobody at all? Have you been running into invisible walls?"
The she-elf gazed at her unexpected visitor gravely. "Yes, but how know you of this?"
Katie began pacing. "The author's ignoring you, that's what it is. You don't figure into her plans, and therefore she's keeping you locked up. It's not fair!" She spun to face Arwen. "You're completely in-character, and I'm not *even* a character!" Katie continued in her circuit, mumbling to herself.
"Do you mean to say that there is some foul evil controlling us thus? But such magic should have no bearing in the Last Homely House. My father's magic would protect us!"
Katie gazed at the Evenstar, a sorrowful knowing look. "This kind of magic goes too deep for even Lord Elrond to fathom. He's even under its spell."
"No, it cannot be!" Arwen gasped. "We must do something, Katie. We must!"
The girl might have giggled at the fair elven maiden pronouncing her proper name, were the situation not so serious. "I don't know what to do! The author controls me too. I am at her mercy, there's nothing I can do." Desperation filled her with panic, and Katie slumped to the floor, hugging her knees to her chest.
"Yet you are here, of your own volition if I am not mistaken," Arwen said softly. "That must be the key. Do not despair."
Katie raised her face. "I'll try not to.but this is just so *awful*."
The whispered words seemed to rise in intensity, and the girl started in fear. "Oh no."
"What troubles you?"
"She's finished Chapter Two."
A great wind seemed to sweep the room, and Arwen raised one arm to protect her face as her lustrous hair was whipped about her face. By the time the wind had died, the stranger by the name of Katie had disappeared.
[You are hereby ordered to press the button. Thank you.]
Special thanks to:
Sun Queen: Now *that* would make an interesting story, come to think of it.
Morwen: Eat chocolate before you go to bed, I think it helps, *G*
Starbrat: Many thanks for your review, I am devilishly pleased to hear you enjoyed it!
Mrs. Bloom: Here's the second chapter, just for you!
TRAPPED AS A MARY SUE
Chapter Two
The Council of Elrond had ended, but Katie wasn't sure whether to be relieved or pissed off beyond reality. She was trapped. Trapped. The word had a definite ringing finality. Anger was turning into numbed shock, and Katie didn't even notice the scathing glares a few members of the council shot in her direction as she stumbled away.
"Lady?" A nondescript elven maid slowly approached Katie and addressed her, large eyes luminous against her pale skin.
The girl licked her dry lips and managed to respond, "Yes?"
"Lord Eldrond has sent me to take you to your rooms. Come on with me." The girl's expression never wavered from one of curiosity, but Katie knew now it was not just from boredom or stupidity.
"Can't even spell the poor elf's name right," she muttered, though it was no use. "The grammar in this story is just *awful*." The force seized her mouth and formed it into the shape of the author's answer, and Katie didn't even try to fight, she was too worn out.
Wearily she followed the she-elf, until her jaw dropped in astonishment at the beautiful elven architecture. For all the author's faults, Rivendell was *gorgeous*. The greenery was lush, and everything seemed to be blooming. Graceful arches soared above her head, and elegantly poised statues beckoned from sheltered alcoves. They turned down a long corridor, and it wasn't long before the nameless elf halted in front of a door and opened it.
"Here you are, miss." And Katie was left alone to ponder her predicament. The chamber was lavishly decorated with carved furniture and tapestries. Idly Katie moved to examine it, only to sneer in disgust when she noted that it was a depiction of the Mona Lisa. "Can't she think up her own artwork?" Yet strangely there seemed to be nothing else wrong with the accommodations, and Katie flopped back on the bed with a sigh, her extremely long hair fanning out behind her.
Why oh why did this have to happen to me? she lamented bitterly. As was often the case, she started to talk to herself in her head.
Because life sucks.
Shut up, who asked you?
As a matter of fact, you did. Besides, it could be worse.
Oh it could? Katie demanded acidly. I don't think so, but let's recap: I landed in the middle of the Council of Elrond, and half of the occupants have the personality of a cucumber, Aragorn of all people thinks I am the most angelic creature he has ever laid eyes on *even though* he is really the only one of the Fellowship at this point that actually *has* a lady- love, Legolas my *favorite* character doesn't even have good lines and he uses *contractions* for pity's sake, Merry and Pippin have the sense of bumbling idiots, *and*.and. she ran out of steam at that point.
Well, you could have a whole vicious love cycle involving Boromir and Legolas to go along with Aragorn, the opposite half of her brain pointed out.
Eeep! *Will* you be quiet?! I don't actually *want* it to happen, but knowing my luck now that you've.that I've.er, whatever, *said* that, it's going to! Kindly shut up!
Fine.
Silence descended mentally, and Katie concentrated on listening to the words of the author, who was now concentrating on some long and involved flashback scene with Aragorn. A sudden thought occurred to her. If the author's attention was focused solely on Aragorn at this point in time, that meant that she wasn't even controlling Katie/Meriweather.
On suddenly quick feet, Katie dashed to the doorway, experimentally waving one hand through the air, not wishing to encounter any more invisible barriers. There was a dull thonking noise as her fist rapped up against exactly what she had hoped *not* to find.
"No way out there." she muttered aloud, turning in a slow circle. Her eyes were immediately drawn to the sheer curtains by the only window, stirring in a fitful breeze. In a flash, Katie stuck her head out, then climbed to the sill. Balancing precariously, she poked with one foot to ensure that there was no barrier of any sort, and then carefully stepped out onto a handy narrow ledge.
Shoving her fear aside, she pressed herself flat against the cool stone and inched along, hoping to find an empty room that she could exit through. Yet when she reached the first window, a sudden cry caused her to lose her footing and fall sideways.
"Ow." Katie's voice was muffled by the carpet.
Gentle hands touched her shoulders, even as the girl rolled over of her own volition. "Are you all right?" a soft and melodious voice inquired.
Katie blinked, massaging the shoulder she'd landed on. "Yeah, I-Arwen!"
The Evenstar straightened suddenly from her graceful crouch that only an elf could have managed. "How does a stranger such as you know my name? And what is yours, for your manner of dress is unknown to me."
"I'm *Katie*. Not Meriweather." Katie staggered to her feet, gingerly feeling for bruises. "And well.um, your father told me about you."
A look of dismay crossed Arwen's fair features. "My father knows naught of me. I am imprisoned here, and there is no escape. I feel as an animal in a cage, but there is none in Imladris that seem to remember my very existence." She sat in a nearby chair, her reaction carefully controlled.
"And I thought I had it bad." Katie muttered. "Nobody at all? Have you been running into invisible walls?"
The she-elf gazed at her unexpected visitor gravely. "Yes, but how know you of this?"
Katie began pacing. "The author's ignoring you, that's what it is. You don't figure into her plans, and therefore she's keeping you locked up. It's not fair!" She spun to face Arwen. "You're completely in-character, and I'm not *even* a character!" Katie continued in her circuit, mumbling to herself.
"Do you mean to say that there is some foul evil controlling us thus? But such magic should have no bearing in the Last Homely House. My father's magic would protect us!"
Katie gazed at the Evenstar, a sorrowful knowing look. "This kind of magic goes too deep for even Lord Elrond to fathom. He's even under its spell."
"No, it cannot be!" Arwen gasped. "We must do something, Katie. We must!"
The girl might have giggled at the fair elven maiden pronouncing her proper name, were the situation not so serious. "I don't know what to do! The author controls me too. I am at her mercy, there's nothing I can do." Desperation filled her with panic, and Katie slumped to the floor, hugging her knees to her chest.
"Yet you are here, of your own volition if I am not mistaken," Arwen said softly. "That must be the key. Do not despair."
Katie raised her face. "I'll try not to.but this is just so *awful*."
The whispered words seemed to rise in intensity, and the girl started in fear. "Oh no."
"What troubles you?"
"She's finished Chapter Two."
A great wind seemed to sweep the room, and Arwen raised one arm to protect her face as her lustrous hair was whipped about her face. By the time the wind had died, the stranger by the name of Katie had disappeared.
[You are hereby ordered to press the button. Thank you.]
