Disclaimer: I'm sure y'all know the drill by now . . . but if you don't,
Legolas, Boromir, Elrond, and all the other cute guys are still not mine .
. . much to my chagrin. You just can't get *anything* on Ebay.com these
days . . .
To my lovely reviewers:
Star Queen: Thanks for your reviews, especially your praise on Arwen! Good luck with your fic, and I hope to read it soon!
Cat-Chan: Pleased to hear you enjoyed it! As for book material, in the Mary Sue's world, there will not be any, because most Sue authors have only seen the movie and only vaguely remember what they choose to. Yet if Katie ever figures out how to get to the real Middle-earth, there will most likely be some things from the book. I'll have to see how it goes.
GreyLadyBast: Don't worry, I try to read and review for my reviewers, when I have the time, which is not lately. And if you leave a review, you get mentioned! That isn't to say that I mention you if you only leave a good review . . . hee hee. Thanks for your encouragement, and I am only too pleased to leave you a note!
Celtic Dreamer: Guilty as charged, yep. I used to *write* Mary Sues, until I got smart and began to burn my earlier work. I read Mary Sues until I discovered that it was possible to have an original plot within a standing storyline. (Scary! Still gives me the shivers.) Thank you for your high words of praise, and I hope to thank you in future chapters!
NightShade: No no no, I appreciate rambling reviews! The longer, the more important I feel! (Once again, I'm pathetic, I know.) I will say that I don't have anything against well-written Mary Sues, but they had better be darn good, and taken in small doses. Hee hee, your rambling comments were loved, and I hope you keep reading!
Rabia: Thanks for the good luck, I need all of it! (I have to write a paper and I've been putting it off for 2 weeks . . .) As per your request, I have disabled whatever setting it was that kept anonymous reviewers away, so please have your friends and compadres come and review!
Melilot Millstone: Don't worry Kel. You'll never be on the receiving end of any of those insults . . . your mini-Balrog might, however. LOL, thanks for the promotion of my other story (the check's in the mail, hee hee) and even more for your faithful reviews!
Nodalec: I'm very very happy to have impressed you! (So many people think I'm great or something, and I have no idea why . . .) About the P.P.C., I haven't quite decided what the ending shall be, but I definitely *have* considered it. I guess the best I can do is tell you (in a mysterious spooky voice) that you'll have to wait and find out!
Violet Dawson: Yay! Thanks for taking the time to check out my other story! Hee hee, cookies are good . . . yummy! I will admit, I reveled in your praise . . . okay, I wallowed in it. I have a low self-esteem or something, but you've made my day!
Mizalaye: A *real* review? What were you giving me before? As for the argument, it *does* get a bit muddled. There are actually only two voices . . . but they're trying to spoke each other's gears as much as possible. I blush to think of the confusion I've caused! Again, I hope the triangle lives up to everyone's expectations! And you deserve a chapter! (You may even get two, I like you so much!)
Yow! I think I'm going to have to start putting all my thank-yous at the end so I don't get distracted before I actually get into the story!
A few other notes: - I have now fixed my settings so that anonymous reviews can now be accepted, and I apologize for the previous inconvenience.
- Thanks to all of you who took a look at *and* reviewed my brief short story, "One Moment, Untainted". It's my favorite piece on FF.net. I'm elated that you all thought highly of it!
And now, onward and upward! Dedication of this chapter goes to . . . (drum roll please) Firebird! (Big surprise, right?) for her inspirational Short story, for without it, what you see before you would not exist.
And we'd all be pretty sad, right? I thought so.
TRAPPED AS A MARY SUE
Chapter Seven
She shuddered suddenly and squinted. It was white. And cold. Katie opened her mouth to take a breath, and found that there was no air. She was buried alive under a large amount of snow!
Panic seized her, and she fought against the snow that pinned her down, the lack of air making her movements all the more feverish. Her mind screamed that she had to get out, and she had better do it fast!
The author's words came to her suddenly, even crushed as she was, unseeing, unfeeling under the enormous weight of the snow. Meriweather was unconscious! Aragorn and Boromir were digging desperately to reach her, but laden down as they were with hobbits, they stood no chance.
Heedless of what she was apparently supposed to be doing, i.e. lying under the snow passed out colder than a rock, Katie clawed in the direction she hoped, she *prayed* was up. Just as black sparkles appeared at the edges of her vision, a strong hand delved deep into the snow and entwined itself in her mane of hair, yanking violently upward.
Pain had never felt so good as Katie gasped and choked on the frigid air. The hand that had her hair suddenly let go and moved to support her arm. Still breathing the delicious air, Katie turned to see her savior.
The blue eyes that met hers were cold. Once he saw that she was safely on her feet, Legolas let go and moved away, as if his continued contact with Katie somehow had dirtied him.
"Wait," she tried to shout, but it was lost in the wind. The elf didn't even look back.
Katie turned to see Aragorn and Boromir having a fevered conversation with Gandalf, concerning the well-being of Meriweather, gesturing animatedly at the indentation in the snow where she was supposedly lying unconscious. By some form of strange luck, Katie was still awake and thus consequently free of the author, until such time as Meriweather chose to awaken.
Yet some of the characters were still within the author's iron grasp. All three men (if indeed one could call Gandalf a man) were still chatting amongst themselves. Sam was clinging to Bill's halter, and the other three hobbits were clustered together near him, watching their leaders argue. Legolas and Gimli stood together off to one side, apparently seeming to agree that they were *both* against Meriweather.
It was the last two Katie decided to approach, remembering from her brief in-between visitation that they were the most likely to be in-character.
"Master Elf, Master Dwarf," she said slowly, unsure of how to address them.
Legolas lifted his chin but made no reply. Gimli grunted and shifted on his feet.
"I wanted to thank you, Master Elf, for saving my life. Meriweather doesn't deserve it, and I'm not sure I do either, seeing as how I'm an unwilling part of her." She paused, not knowing how to continue.
"So you would say. How do we know you speak the truth?" the prince of Mirkwood asked, raising his voice slightly against the howling wind. His stern gaze undercut his words.
"I know I don't have any proof to offer, but you can see from Estel's reaction that he believes me, no, not me, *Meriweather* to be knocked out. My true name is Katie."
Gimli finally spoke. "So we have learned from Lord Elrond and those of his house. But it is the folly of all elves to believe lies such as yours in the first place."
"Nay, Master Dwarf," Legolas shot back. "I too sensed something amiss from her in my mind. Doubtless the feeble minds of dwarves could not detect such a thing."
A low rumble came warningly from the stout being's throat. "I-"
A sudden, invisible blow struck Katie from behind. A startled cry wrenched from her throat as darkness enveloped her, and she was snapped once more back into the twisted plotline from which she came.
Somewhere between wakefulness and sleep, two minds collided and met once more in a resounding crash.
There was Meriweather, an all-powerful Mary Sue backed by the most fearsome force and absolute control in the entire written world: an author on a p.c. Her beautiful eyes and glossy hair made her all the more ethereal, and she stood facing an opponent who was none of what she was.
Katie squared her shoulders, reveling in the freedom of her own movements. In the vast white expanse where she stood facing Meriweather, she was wearing her pale green and purple dragonfly pajamas, bare feet complete with chipping blue nail polish planted firmly on what could be considered the floor. Her layered brown hair was in the awkward stage where she should really get it cut again but didn't want to, and her green eyes were narrowed in a primal rage.
For all the Sue's magical powers and prowess with a sword, nothing could compare to the horrific anger that had been brewing inside the dedicated Lord of the Rings fan, and it was her greatest weapon.
Katie did not give her opponent the chance to draw her sword: in two great leaps she had closed the distance and pounced upon her prey like a wildcat. Her nails dug deep into the exposed flesh of the Sue's face, and she grinned manically at the howl of pain she elicited.
The two rolled on the floor, both kicking and screaming wordless insults. A fierce pleasure was stealing over Katie as she wrapped both hands around the Sue's throat and methodically banged her head against the unyielding floor. Revenge was like a fire that burned through her veins, and it felt so good.
Her lust for retribution only temporarily satiated, Katie cast about for some way to finish the job . . . and noticed a sort of door.
It wasn't quite round, but more of an oval shape. The edge seemed to fade and blur like fog, always stirring and moving. But the portal itself was the most intriguing thing.
It was like looking at a reflection on the surface of a lake whose water had just been disturbed enough to make the picture nearly indistinguishable. Yet she thought she could make out the pass of Caradhras, and Meriweather's body.
Katie approached the orifice slowly, drawing so close in her desire to bring the image before her into focus that she did not notice when the tip of her nose touched it.
A noise like a gigantic vacuum cleaner sounded, and she found herself yanked forcibly through the portal.
No, no! I thought I had it! I thought I defeated her! Why is this happening all over again?! NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
Oblivion never seemed so sweet.
[All right, kind of a mean place to end it (most likely confusing too) but I'm tired and wanted to give y'all something to read again! Do not worry, all confusion shall be explained in the next chapter! ::Starts to hum, "All I want for Christmas is 60 reviews"::]
To my lovely reviewers:
Star Queen: Thanks for your reviews, especially your praise on Arwen! Good luck with your fic, and I hope to read it soon!
Cat-Chan: Pleased to hear you enjoyed it! As for book material, in the Mary Sue's world, there will not be any, because most Sue authors have only seen the movie and only vaguely remember what they choose to. Yet if Katie ever figures out how to get to the real Middle-earth, there will most likely be some things from the book. I'll have to see how it goes.
GreyLadyBast: Don't worry, I try to read and review for my reviewers, when I have the time, which is not lately. And if you leave a review, you get mentioned! That isn't to say that I mention you if you only leave a good review . . . hee hee. Thanks for your encouragement, and I am only too pleased to leave you a note!
Celtic Dreamer: Guilty as charged, yep. I used to *write* Mary Sues, until I got smart and began to burn my earlier work. I read Mary Sues until I discovered that it was possible to have an original plot within a standing storyline. (Scary! Still gives me the shivers.) Thank you for your high words of praise, and I hope to thank you in future chapters!
NightShade: No no no, I appreciate rambling reviews! The longer, the more important I feel! (Once again, I'm pathetic, I know.) I will say that I don't have anything against well-written Mary Sues, but they had better be darn good, and taken in small doses. Hee hee, your rambling comments were loved, and I hope you keep reading!
Rabia: Thanks for the good luck, I need all of it! (I have to write a paper and I've been putting it off for 2 weeks . . .) As per your request, I have disabled whatever setting it was that kept anonymous reviewers away, so please have your friends and compadres come and review!
Melilot Millstone: Don't worry Kel. You'll never be on the receiving end of any of those insults . . . your mini-Balrog might, however. LOL, thanks for the promotion of my other story (the check's in the mail, hee hee) and even more for your faithful reviews!
Nodalec: I'm very very happy to have impressed you! (So many people think I'm great or something, and I have no idea why . . .) About the P.P.C., I haven't quite decided what the ending shall be, but I definitely *have* considered it. I guess the best I can do is tell you (in a mysterious spooky voice) that you'll have to wait and find out!
Violet Dawson: Yay! Thanks for taking the time to check out my other story! Hee hee, cookies are good . . . yummy! I will admit, I reveled in your praise . . . okay, I wallowed in it. I have a low self-esteem or something, but you've made my day!
Mizalaye: A *real* review? What were you giving me before? As for the argument, it *does* get a bit muddled. There are actually only two voices . . . but they're trying to spoke each other's gears as much as possible. I blush to think of the confusion I've caused! Again, I hope the triangle lives up to everyone's expectations! And you deserve a chapter! (You may even get two, I like you so much!)
Yow! I think I'm going to have to start putting all my thank-yous at the end so I don't get distracted before I actually get into the story!
A few other notes: - I have now fixed my settings so that anonymous reviews can now be accepted, and I apologize for the previous inconvenience.
- Thanks to all of you who took a look at *and* reviewed my brief short story, "One Moment, Untainted". It's my favorite piece on FF.net. I'm elated that you all thought highly of it!
And now, onward and upward! Dedication of this chapter goes to . . . (drum roll please) Firebird! (Big surprise, right?) for her inspirational Short story, for without it, what you see before you would not exist.
And we'd all be pretty sad, right? I thought so.
TRAPPED AS A MARY SUE
Chapter Seven
She shuddered suddenly and squinted. It was white. And cold. Katie opened her mouth to take a breath, and found that there was no air. She was buried alive under a large amount of snow!
Panic seized her, and she fought against the snow that pinned her down, the lack of air making her movements all the more feverish. Her mind screamed that she had to get out, and she had better do it fast!
The author's words came to her suddenly, even crushed as she was, unseeing, unfeeling under the enormous weight of the snow. Meriweather was unconscious! Aragorn and Boromir were digging desperately to reach her, but laden down as they were with hobbits, they stood no chance.
Heedless of what she was apparently supposed to be doing, i.e. lying under the snow passed out colder than a rock, Katie clawed in the direction she hoped, she *prayed* was up. Just as black sparkles appeared at the edges of her vision, a strong hand delved deep into the snow and entwined itself in her mane of hair, yanking violently upward.
Pain had never felt so good as Katie gasped and choked on the frigid air. The hand that had her hair suddenly let go and moved to support her arm. Still breathing the delicious air, Katie turned to see her savior.
The blue eyes that met hers were cold. Once he saw that she was safely on her feet, Legolas let go and moved away, as if his continued contact with Katie somehow had dirtied him.
"Wait," she tried to shout, but it was lost in the wind. The elf didn't even look back.
Katie turned to see Aragorn and Boromir having a fevered conversation with Gandalf, concerning the well-being of Meriweather, gesturing animatedly at the indentation in the snow where she was supposedly lying unconscious. By some form of strange luck, Katie was still awake and thus consequently free of the author, until such time as Meriweather chose to awaken.
Yet some of the characters were still within the author's iron grasp. All three men (if indeed one could call Gandalf a man) were still chatting amongst themselves. Sam was clinging to Bill's halter, and the other three hobbits were clustered together near him, watching their leaders argue. Legolas and Gimli stood together off to one side, apparently seeming to agree that they were *both* against Meriweather.
It was the last two Katie decided to approach, remembering from her brief in-between visitation that they were the most likely to be in-character.
"Master Elf, Master Dwarf," she said slowly, unsure of how to address them.
Legolas lifted his chin but made no reply. Gimli grunted and shifted on his feet.
"I wanted to thank you, Master Elf, for saving my life. Meriweather doesn't deserve it, and I'm not sure I do either, seeing as how I'm an unwilling part of her." She paused, not knowing how to continue.
"So you would say. How do we know you speak the truth?" the prince of Mirkwood asked, raising his voice slightly against the howling wind. His stern gaze undercut his words.
"I know I don't have any proof to offer, but you can see from Estel's reaction that he believes me, no, not me, *Meriweather* to be knocked out. My true name is Katie."
Gimli finally spoke. "So we have learned from Lord Elrond and those of his house. But it is the folly of all elves to believe lies such as yours in the first place."
"Nay, Master Dwarf," Legolas shot back. "I too sensed something amiss from her in my mind. Doubtless the feeble minds of dwarves could not detect such a thing."
A low rumble came warningly from the stout being's throat. "I-"
A sudden, invisible blow struck Katie from behind. A startled cry wrenched from her throat as darkness enveloped her, and she was snapped once more back into the twisted plotline from which she came.
Somewhere between wakefulness and sleep, two minds collided and met once more in a resounding crash.
There was Meriweather, an all-powerful Mary Sue backed by the most fearsome force and absolute control in the entire written world: an author on a p.c. Her beautiful eyes and glossy hair made her all the more ethereal, and she stood facing an opponent who was none of what she was.
Katie squared her shoulders, reveling in the freedom of her own movements. In the vast white expanse where she stood facing Meriweather, she was wearing her pale green and purple dragonfly pajamas, bare feet complete with chipping blue nail polish planted firmly on what could be considered the floor. Her layered brown hair was in the awkward stage where she should really get it cut again but didn't want to, and her green eyes were narrowed in a primal rage.
For all the Sue's magical powers and prowess with a sword, nothing could compare to the horrific anger that had been brewing inside the dedicated Lord of the Rings fan, and it was her greatest weapon.
Katie did not give her opponent the chance to draw her sword: in two great leaps she had closed the distance and pounced upon her prey like a wildcat. Her nails dug deep into the exposed flesh of the Sue's face, and she grinned manically at the howl of pain she elicited.
The two rolled on the floor, both kicking and screaming wordless insults. A fierce pleasure was stealing over Katie as she wrapped both hands around the Sue's throat and methodically banged her head against the unyielding floor. Revenge was like a fire that burned through her veins, and it felt so good.
Her lust for retribution only temporarily satiated, Katie cast about for some way to finish the job . . . and noticed a sort of door.
It wasn't quite round, but more of an oval shape. The edge seemed to fade and blur like fog, always stirring and moving. But the portal itself was the most intriguing thing.
It was like looking at a reflection on the surface of a lake whose water had just been disturbed enough to make the picture nearly indistinguishable. Yet she thought she could make out the pass of Caradhras, and Meriweather's body.
Katie approached the orifice slowly, drawing so close in her desire to bring the image before her into focus that she did not notice when the tip of her nose touched it.
A noise like a gigantic vacuum cleaner sounded, and she found herself yanked forcibly through the portal.
No, no! I thought I had it! I thought I defeated her! Why is this happening all over again?! NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
Oblivion never seemed so sweet.
[All right, kind of a mean place to end it (most likely confusing too) but I'm tired and wanted to give y'all something to read again! Do not worry, all confusion shall be explained in the next chapter! ::Starts to hum, "All I want for Christmas is 60 reviews"::]
