I sincerely hope you've all enjoyed this disturbing and plot less romp
through the evil world of MARY SUE...but I regret to announce that this is
the end. The final chapter follows. And being the final chapter, I have
aspired that it be a bit..different. Ah, well, read it and judge for
yourself.
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Grima Wormtongue rode swiftly away from Rohan with all the speed his horse could muster. The city turned into country, the country to grasslands, and soon he could see Fanghorn Forest looming in the distance.
It was then that he noticed the bright spot of light, glowing less than a mile ahead. Knowing he didn't have the time, but giving into his ever present curiosity, Grima reigned his horse over in the direction of the tiny fire.
As he approached, he saw a pale, thin figure, crouched near the weak flame. At first glance it appeared to be an old woman, but as he dismounted, he saw than not only was she young, but quite pretty. At least, if you consider stringy hair, dark eyes circles, and a slightly hunched back beauty. Grima glanced in the hand mirror he kept well concealed inside his cloak, and, after gazing at his reflection for a moment, he figured she had it all where it counts. In an instant, all thought of Eowyn vanished from his mind.
He knelt down by her and looked lovingly into her eyes. There was no need to speak, his eyes said it all and she read them perfectly. In an instant he had his arms around her, and...(You know the old story.******************)
It was the happiest day, and night, and day again of Grima's life. And as they rode of towards Isenguard atop his horse, he smiled happily and tried to ignore the nagging thought at the back of his mind reminding him that Mary Sues never lasted....
But surprisingly, there was no disappearance, no arrow, no flying cabbage, and no death.
Grima and his love rode on.
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There you go! (I didn't figure anyone would object to THIS Mary Sue. And if by chance, someone does.YOU'RE SICK!) There we are...the final chapter. Soon I believe I'll start a story detailing the characters I left out in this one. Of course, the new tales will be longer, filled with detail, and each will have it's own plot. But, ah, until then.... 'The Road goes ever on and on...'
~Tasker
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Grima Wormtongue rode swiftly away from Rohan with all the speed his horse could muster. The city turned into country, the country to grasslands, and soon he could see Fanghorn Forest looming in the distance.
It was then that he noticed the bright spot of light, glowing less than a mile ahead. Knowing he didn't have the time, but giving into his ever present curiosity, Grima reigned his horse over in the direction of the tiny fire.
As he approached, he saw a pale, thin figure, crouched near the weak flame. At first glance it appeared to be an old woman, but as he dismounted, he saw than not only was she young, but quite pretty. At least, if you consider stringy hair, dark eyes circles, and a slightly hunched back beauty. Grima glanced in the hand mirror he kept well concealed inside his cloak, and, after gazing at his reflection for a moment, he figured she had it all where it counts. In an instant, all thought of Eowyn vanished from his mind.
He knelt down by her and looked lovingly into her eyes. There was no need to speak, his eyes said it all and she read them perfectly. In an instant he had his arms around her, and...(You know the old story.******************)
It was the happiest day, and night, and day again of Grima's life. And as they rode of towards Isenguard atop his horse, he smiled happily and tried to ignore the nagging thought at the back of his mind reminding him that Mary Sues never lasted....
But surprisingly, there was no disappearance, no arrow, no flying cabbage, and no death.
Grima and his love rode on.
~~~~~~~
There you go! (I didn't figure anyone would object to THIS Mary Sue. And if by chance, someone does.YOU'RE SICK!) There we are...the final chapter. Soon I believe I'll start a story detailing the characters I left out in this one. Of course, the new tales will be longer, filled with detail, and each will have it's own plot. But, ah, until then.... 'The Road goes ever on and on...'
~Tasker
