For some reason every time I uploaded chapter 11, ff.net took out about
half from the middle. So I decided to post it in two parts. Hopefully it'll
work. Anyhoo, this is just the second part of chapter 11. Disclaimers etc.
from previous chapter still apply.
Everyone stood there silently. Nobody moved; they were too shocked at what had happened. Finally Boromir heaved himself to his knees, somehow managing to stand up. He slayed an orc, jolting everyone back to reality.
After a couple more minutes of fighting, another arrow twanged loose from the deadly crossbow. This one caught Boromir in his lower left abdomen. He fell to his knees, breathing heavily. Seeing Merry and Pippin's shocked faces, he pulled himself up one last time, killing an orc that drew too near.
Out of nowhere, another girl appeared. She saved Boromir's life by killing an orc that had somehow managed to get behind them all without any of them seeing it. Boromir dropped his sword without even realizing it, too busy was he with staring at her everlasting beauty. Merry and Pippin, battle forgotten, were staring in awe and actually drooling. Only Laina wasn't captured by this wonderful girl's spell. In fact, she seemed rather annoyed and disgusted.
The girl was tall, with legs that went on forever. Her chest was so huge that Laina couldn't help wondering how she managed to keep from falling over. It was obvious by her pointed ears and 'inhuman grace' that she was an elf, or at least half of one. Her long hair was both curly and straight. It also managed to be raven black, several of the most beautiful shades of blonde and brown, and red as fire all at once, with a couple shades of blue and purple mixed in for good measure. Personally, Laina though it looked like someone had thrown up a really fucked up rainbow on her head. The eyes of this maiden, both round and almond shaped (which actually IS possible. Mine are.) changed colour every time Laina gave them a second glance. They went from a deep ocean blue to a storm cloud grey. Then they turned to a piercing emerald green, an unrecognizable shade of purple, a lighter sky blue, silver, mud brown, a dull faded green, black, the colour of manure, hazel, blue and yellow, and, finally, gold. Then the cycle repeated itself. Her skin was fair and yet tanned, and her long nails never broke, nor were they ever likely too.
"Who the hell are you? You're a bloody Mary Sue, aren't you?" Casey demanded irritably, ignoring the smacks Merry and Pippin were giving her arms at being so rude to someone so beautiful.
"I am Marinella the fair," the girl answered, not even winded from her fighting. "I come from the forgotten land of Doriendellwood. I ran away because my presence there rings harm to my people. I have a power within me stronger than any other in Middle Earth. Even the ring of power is a trinket in comparison. Sauron searches for me. Even now he searches. He will not rest until he finds me. So I will join the fellowship in their quest until we can find a way to defeat Sauron." Finishing with the 'noble' part of her speech, the Sue's voice took on an irritating, nerve grating, ditzy tone. "And of course I'll win the love of my precious Leggy-Weggy and we'll either live happily ever after or else I'll die a tragic and untimely but noble death for the good of everyone else and he'll mourn me forever and ever and always until he finally dies from grief so we can share in death what we could not have in life. I haven't decided yet."
"No!" Laina exploded. "You stupid bimbo! There is no tragically forgotten land of Dornenelland or whatever you called it. It's just a very unoriginal mishmash of parts of names of existing places. And as for having a power greater than the ring, there is none! If there was, I'm pretty sure they'd know about it, considering Gandalf is one of the Istari! But of course you wouldn't know that because of course you haven't read the books. Well I have news for you! There are nine members of the fellowship. Nine. That's it, that's all, there is no more. And of those nine, they are all distinctly male. Well, except for Gimli. I'm not quite sure what he is. But the point is, you're not part of the fellowship!"
Marinella glared at Laina. "If there's only nine members of the fellowship, what are you?"
"Annoying!" Laina announced. "I tag along and annoy them. And maybe occasionally get them to follow their own plotline. I don't join them and force them to fall madly in love with me. Speaking of which, I've met Legolas, which I doubt you can even SAY, and take it from me sweetheart, he's not likely to die from grief if you die. He's more likely to throw a party! And I wouldn't go after him if I were you anyway. Meghan'll kill you." At the mention of Meghan, the Sue looked around nervously. Laina, oblivious as usual, continued ranting. "And I'd really reconsider that name. It makes me think of salmonella."
"You're pretty," Pippin spluttered. Merry just stood there, glaze- eyed. Laina rolled her eyes, hoping this wasn't making them more brain-dead than they already were. She snapped a large, steaming hot pizza out of mid- air.
"Mmm. Nummy. Pizza," she tempted, holding it under their noses. It had no effect. "Oh, Jesus Christ," she muttered, and stuffed a piece in each of their mouths. They snapped out of it immediately and grabbed the pizza greedily.
Boromir had found a flower that had miraculously not been trampled despite being under a battle. He picked it and headed to Marinella, walking with ease despite the fact that he had two arrows sticking out of his torso.
"A flower for you, my lady," he addressed Marinella.
"Thank you, Boromir," she responded graciously. "But you should rest. Your wounds must cause you great pain."
"All pain disappears under the gaze of your beauty," he told her. "When you look at me, all I can fell is warmth and love." Merry and Pippin, oblivious to the fact that they had been just as pitiful moments before, both gagged in disgust, while finishing their pizza. Laina rolled her eyes.
"Kill me now," she muttered.
At that moment, Meghan appeared. She looked around and realized that an orc, brandishing a very painful looking object, was running towards her. She ducked and the orc flipped over her back.
"I didn't know I could do that," she giggled. Her hair was short and blonde and she was wearing white pants and shirt with a black tie. Looking around, she spotted the Mary Sue, ran over, and kicked her in the shins. "I told you to stop screwing with the story!" Meghan yelled, ignoring the high- pitched screams coming from Marinella. Boromir shook his head, slowly coming out of his daze, and blinked.
"What happened?" he asked sleepily, looking around.
"She ran away AGAIN," Meghan told him, pointing to the girl whimpering on the ground. "Bloody bitch," she added, giving her another kick.
"Look out!" Merry called out suddenly. The orcs had given up figuring out what was happening, and were coming towards them again.
Boromir turned to face them. He fought them back as best he could. Meghan and Laina helped too, kicking the Mary Sue whenever possible. Finally one last shot was fired from Lurtz's crossbow. This one caught Boromir in his left side, about halfway between the other two. He fell to his knees, knowing he would not get up again.
Merry and Pippin just stared, shocked. Then Merry yelled and he and Pippin ran forward to attack the orcs.
"Dammit!" Laina yelled. Meghan grabbed her.
"Don't go messing around with stuff," she warned.
"I know," Laina told her. "But my poor little hobbits." They watched as the orcs grabbed the two hobbits. "Hey!" Laina yelled as one of them hit Pippin. "You weren't s'posed to do that!" She ran towards them, leaving Meghan standing behind looking exasperated.
"Great," Meghan muttered.
"What d'you think you're doing?" Laina demanded. "Don't hurt the poor little hobbits!" In response, one of the orcs picked her up and started carrying her away too. "Hey!" she shrieked. "Put me down! You're not s'posed to take me too!"
"Yes we are," the orc replied almost incoherently. "Under strict orders from Lord Saruman. Take the Halflings and the girl."
"No fair!" Laina screamed as they ran away.
"Shit," Meghan announced.
"I could get them," Marinella suggested hopefully.
"Don't even think about it," Meghan warned.
Boromir remained oblivious to their conversation, simply focusing on breathing and not passing out. He watched the feet of many orcs run by, and then one set stopped directly in front of him. He could hear the twang of a crossbow being loaded and knew without looking that Lurtz was waiting to finish him off. Boromir prepared himself for death, wishing only that he'd had the chance to speak with his father and brother one last time. The crossbow was pulled back and suddenly a yell was heard. With the last of his strength, Boromir looked up.
Just in time (I guess he was making up for being too late for Frodo), Aragorn had arrived. He was fighting back Lurtz while Meghan watched intently.
"Like, uh, go Aragorn!" Marinella cheered, as Aragorn avoided a heavy blow.
"Shut UP," Meghan hissed, kicking her again.
Finally, after hacking off Lurtz's arm, Aragorn caught Lurtz in the stomach with his sword. (a/n: I apologize for the description in this scene, or lack thereof. I'm not trying to un-glorify Aragorn in any way. I just can't think how it goes right now, and I'm desperate to get this done.) The hideous thing was unaffected, simply pulling Aragorn closer by this sword. Aragorn promptly ripped his sword out and hacked off Lurtz's head.
Boromir, sighting with relief, collapsed in utter exhaustion.
Everyone stood there silently. Nobody moved; they were too shocked at what had happened. Finally Boromir heaved himself to his knees, somehow managing to stand up. He slayed an orc, jolting everyone back to reality.
After a couple more minutes of fighting, another arrow twanged loose from the deadly crossbow. This one caught Boromir in his lower left abdomen. He fell to his knees, breathing heavily. Seeing Merry and Pippin's shocked faces, he pulled himself up one last time, killing an orc that drew too near.
Out of nowhere, another girl appeared. She saved Boromir's life by killing an orc that had somehow managed to get behind them all without any of them seeing it. Boromir dropped his sword without even realizing it, too busy was he with staring at her everlasting beauty. Merry and Pippin, battle forgotten, were staring in awe and actually drooling. Only Laina wasn't captured by this wonderful girl's spell. In fact, she seemed rather annoyed and disgusted.
The girl was tall, with legs that went on forever. Her chest was so huge that Laina couldn't help wondering how she managed to keep from falling over. It was obvious by her pointed ears and 'inhuman grace' that she was an elf, or at least half of one. Her long hair was both curly and straight. It also managed to be raven black, several of the most beautiful shades of blonde and brown, and red as fire all at once, with a couple shades of blue and purple mixed in for good measure. Personally, Laina though it looked like someone had thrown up a really fucked up rainbow on her head. The eyes of this maiden, both round and almond shaped (which actually IS possible. Mine are.) changed colour every time Laina gave them a second glance. They went from a deep ocean blue to a storm cloud grey. Then they turned to a piercing emerald green, an unrecognizable shade of purple, a lighter sky blue, silver, mud brown, a dull faded green, black, the colour of manure, hazel, blue and yellow, and, finally, gold. Then the cycle repeated itself. Her skin was fair and yet tanned, and her long nails never broke, nor were they ever likely too.
"Who the hell are you? You're a bloody Mary Sue, aren't you?" Casey demanded irritably, ignoring the smacks Merry and Pippin were giving her arms at being so rude to someone so beautiful.
"I am Marinella the fair," the girl answered, not even winded from her fighting. "I come from the forgotten land of Doriendellwood. I ran away because my presence there rings harm to my people. I have a power within me stronger than any other in Middle Earth. Even the ring of power is a trinket in comparison. Sauron searches for me. Even now he searches. He will not rest until he finds me. So I will join the fellowship in their quest until we can find a way to defeat Sauron." Finishing with the 'noble' part of her speech, the Sue's voice took on an irritating, nerve grating, ditzy tone. "And of course I'll win the love of my precious Leggy-Weggy and we'll either live happily ever after or else I'll die a tragic and untimely but noble death for the good of everyone else and he'll mourn me forever and ever and always until he finally dies from grief so we can share in death what we could not have in life. I haven't decided yet."
"No!" Laina exploded. "You stupid bimbo! There is no tragically forgotten land of Dornenelland or whatever you called it. It's just a very unoriginal mishmash of parts of names of existing places. And as for having a power greater than the ring, there is none! If there was, I'm pretty sure they'd know about it, considering Gandalf is one of the Istari! But of course you wouldn't know that because of course you haven't read the books. Well I have news for you! There are nine members of the fellowship. Nine. That's it, that's all, there is no more. And of those nine, they are all distinctly male. Well, except for Gimli. I'm not quite sure what he is. But the point is, you're not part of the fellowship!"
Marinella glared at Laina. "If there's only nine members of the fellowship, what are you?"
"Annoying!" Laina announced. "I tag along and annoy them. And maybe occasionally get them to follow their own plotline. I don't join them and force them to fall madly in love with me. Speaking of which, I've met Legolas, which I doubt you can even SAY, and take it from me sweetheart, he's not likely to die from grief if you die. He's more likely to throw a party! And I wouldn't go after him if I were you anyway. Meghan'll kill you." At the mention of Meghan, the Sue looked around nervously. Laina, oblivious as usual, continued ranting. "And I'd really reconsider that name. It makes me think of salmonella."
"You're pretty," Pippin spluttered. Merry just stood there, glaze- eyed. Laina rolled her eyes, hoping this wasn't making them more brain-dead than they already were. She snapped a large, steaming hot pizza out of mid- air.
"Mmm. Nummy. Pizza," she tempted, holding it under their noses. It had no effect. "Oh, Jesus Christ," she muttered, and stuffed a piece in each of their mouths. They snapped out of it immediately and grabbed the pizza greedily.
Boromir had found a flower that had miraculously not been trampled despite being under a battle. He picked it and headed to Marinella, walking with ease despite the fact that he had two arrows sticking out of his torso.
"A flower for you, my lady," he addressed Marinella.
"Thank you, Boromir," she responded graciously. "But you should rest. Your wounds must cause you great pain."
"All pain disappears under the gaze of your beauty," he told her. "When you look at me, all I can fell is warmth and love." Merry and Pippin, oblivious to the fact that they had been just as pitiful moments before, both gagged in disgust, while finishing their pizza. Laina rolled her eyes.
"Kill me now," she muttered.
At that moment, Meghan appeared. She looked around and realized that an orc, brandishing a very painful looking object, was running towards her. She ducked and the orc flipped over her back.
"I didn't know I could do that," she giggled. Her hair was short and blonde and she was wearing white pants and shirt with a black tie. Looking around, she spotted the Mary Sue, ran over, and kicked her in the shins. "I told you to stop screwing with the story!" Meghan yelled, ignoring the high- pitched screams coming from Marinella. Boromir shook his head, slowly coming out of his daze, and blinked.
"What happened?" he asked sleepily, looking around.
"She ran away AGAIN," Meghan told him, pointing to the girl whimpering on the ground. "Bloody bitch," she added, giving her another kick.
"Look out!" Merry called out suddenly. The orcs had given up figuring out what was happening, and were coming towards them again.
Boromir turned to face them. He fought them back as best he could. Meghan and Laina helped too, kicking the Mary Sue whenever possible. Finally one last shot was fired from Lurtz's crossbow. This one caught Boromir in his left side, about halfway between the other two. He fell to his knees, knowing he would not get up again.
Merry and Pippin just stared, shocked. Then Merry yelled and he and Pippin ran forward to attack the orcs.
"Dammit!" Laina yelled. Meghan grabbed her.
"Don't go messing around with stuff," she warned.
"I know," Laina told her. "But my poor little hobbits." They watched as the orcs grabbed the two hobbits. "Hey!" Laina yelled as one of them hit Pippin. "You weren't s'posed to do that!" She ran towards them, leaving Meghan standing behind looking exasperated.
"Great," Meghan muttered.
"What d'you think you're doing?" Laina demanded. "Don't hurt the poor little hobbits!" In response, one of the orcs picked her up and started carrying her away too. "Hey!" she shrieked. "Put me down! You're not s'posed to take me too!"
"Yes we are," the orc replied almost incoherently. "Under strict orders from Lord Saruman. Take the Halflings and the girl."
"No fair!" Laina screamed as they ran away.
"Shit," Meghan announced.
"I could get them," Marinella suggested hopefully.
"Don't even think about it," Meghan warned.
Boromir remained oblivious to their conversation, simply focusing on breathing and not passing out. He watched the feet of many orcs run by, and then one set stopped directly in front of him. He could hear the twang of a crossbow being loaded and knew without looking that Lurtz was waiting to finish him off. Boromir prepared himself for death, wishing only that he'd had the chance to speak with his father and brother one last time. The crossbow was pulled back and suddenly a yell was heard. With the last of his strength, Boromir looked up.
Just in time (I guess he was making up for being too late for Frodo), Aragorn had arrived. He was fighting back Lurtz while Meghan watched intently.
"Like, uh, go Aragorn!" Marinella cheered, as Aragorn avoided a heavy blow.
"Shut UP," Meghan hissed, kicking her again.
Finally, after hacking off Lurtz's arm, Aragorn caught Lurtz in the stomach with his sword. (a/n: I apologize for the description in this scene, or lack thereof. I'm not trying to un-glorify Aragorn in any way. I just can't think how it goes right now, and I'm desperate to get this done.) The hideous thing was unaffected, simply pulling Aragorn closer by this sword. Aragorn promptly ripped his sword out and hacked off Lurtz's head.
Boromir, sighting with relief, collapsed in utter exhaustion.