To the Reviewers:
PrincessEilonwy - Yes. It ends here. That's it. *shifty eyes* Okay, so I'm a really bad liar. As for wanting to know what happens next, I guess you'll just have to read and find out. ;)
Celtic Dawn Star - HA! I've got a sense of humor. A sick, twisted, violent, and gory one. But I've got one nonetheless! Go me!
Lily - Aw, I feel loved! Not really, but okay. Thanks, darling!
Megan Sleevewillow - HA! *taunts* You got arrested! You got arrested! *calms down* Well, that's enough of that. Benji Madden . . . Benji Madden . . . Sounds familiar . . . Isn't he the guy in Good Charlotte? I can't be sure but I think so. Eh, oh well. Stupid poser bands . . . Hehe, I like bobble-head dolls. I got an Aragorn bobble-head doll with my Two Towers DVD. Go me! I like being clean, thank you very much. I feel loved.
Bookworm2000 - I think I'm going to make myself cry while writing this. Even though I forgot how to cry . . . It's true! I did! I can't cry anymore! Hehe, it is quite an interesting picture isn't it?
F - Yes. Yes it does.
I Hate Cough Medicine - *wipes brow* Whew, that was a close one. I already have to fend off all my Tom Felton fangirl friends. Whoa. Say that five time fast. Felton fangirl friends. Felton fangirl friends. Felton fangirl friends. Felton fangirl friends. Felton fangirl friends. Wow. It was even hard to type. Go figure.
mIsUnDeRsToOdGnOmE - Ah! *cowers in corner* I fear the caps. Hehe, I'm imperfect. I feel loved. Not really, but okay.
Pastelmouth - Thanks. I feel loved.
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Calley trudged along a small forest outside of Rivendell. There was a hill up ahead. If she was lucky, it might be a good spot to watch the Last Homely House from.
After what seemed like hours, Calley finally managed to reach the top of the aforementioned mound. It was grassy and soft, a haven for certain hunters who had just spent their entire night enduring numerous encounters of Mary Sues. Calley slumped down on the ground let herself fall back onto the grass. It was cool and wet and extremely soothing to Calley's aching back. Not long after, the hunter was dead to the world.
*
Calley awoke several hours later to an overly loud growling stomach. "Stupid human needs," mumbled the hunter, slowly sitting up, but finding her body lying back down again. Every muscle and joint in her body squealed in agony. She cursed Mary Sues for several minutes before trying to sit up again. This time, she succeeded in getting as far as standing up. Now all she had to do was look for something to eat without getting herself killed.
About an hour later, Calley returned to her hill with one hand full of berries and the other full of roots from various plants. She felt much better after having relieved herself as well. Quietly, the hunter sat down and began to sort through her newfound meal. "Well, what looks less poisonous?" she asked herself in a whisper.
In a few minutes, all the berries were gone and all that was left were two roots. "So this is what I've settled for. A root." The hunter played with a white root from a purple flower for several moments before popping it into her mouth. She grimaced as she chewed. It was bitter and dry, but what could she expect?
The meal was gone, and now all Calley had to do was stare at the large city and watch for any Sues falling from the sky. She felt her eyes grow heavy and again found herself in the wonderful bliss of unconsciousness that is sleep.
*
"Wakey wakey, darling." Calley slowly opened her eyes to the all too familiar voice.
"Wha?" the hunter mumbled, rubbing the sleep from her eyes. The picture finally came into focus. A tall woman with long pink and blonde hair was standing over her with a sword tip pressed to Calley's throat. Calley screamed.
"Oho! Hunter! It's lovely to see you again too!" said the Almighty with a sneer. She slowly pulled the blade away and re-sheathed it. Calley's mouth dropped open and she stared in wide-eyed horror at the only one who could ever make her blood run cold, her worst nightmare.
"Y-y-you-you're supposed t-to be in regular E-earth! N-not Middle-earth!" stammered the hunter, pushing her body away from the Almighty with her arms. A grin spread across the Sue's face.
"Whoops. I lied." The Sue covered her mouth his one slender hand with long fingers and a French manicure. "Well, darling, I guess we'll just have to get this one over with quickly. I have engagements I must see to." With that said the Almighty drew her sword and smacked the flat edge over Calley's head. A short gasp escaped the hunter before she fell backwards, unconscious.
*
Several hours later, the hunter opened her dull green eyes and saw nothing but dark gray in front of her. Where was she? What happened? She couldn't remember. All she knew was that her head throbbed and wailed in pain. She was sitting on a cold stone floor that was for sure. Where that cold stone floor was, she didn't know.
Calley rubbed her eyes and stood. It took a few moments for her vision to clear, but what she saw didn't surprise her. It was very dark. A brilliant white glow seeped through a rectangular hole in the wall opposite her. The room was fairly small and made entirely of gray stone. The hunter let her hand stroke the wall for a moment. It was rigid, cold, and utterly granular. Calley pulled her hand away and started for the source of light. The box was tiny, a little larger than a mouse, and around it there was thick, freezing metal. Calley slipped her hand through the opening and let it rested it on the ledge for a moment. A quick, sharp punch was delivered right to it from the other side. Calley instantly recoiled and shook her hand rapidly.
"Easy weasel," she said quietly, bringing her hand to her chest. In the dim light, she could see that her knuckles were dripping crimson blood.
"I, in no way, shape, or form, resemble a small rodent," said a voice from the other side. The hunter's snapped back up and she pressed her eye to the hole. She could only see a yellow wall a short distance away but she knew someone was there.
"Who are you?" inquired the hunter.
"That is my business and not any bit of yours." The voice was definitely male.
"Roar. Hiss. Well, I guess you could let me out and I could just be on my way," Calley stated stepping back.
"You are not to be let free unless it is commanded by the Lady Martina," the man snapped, all too quickly.
"Martina, eh? So that's what she's calling herself now . . . Well, darling, I'll be getting out of here soon, you know, so I think I'll just sit back and wait for the time to become right . . ." The hunter backed up against the wall and slid down to the floor against it. She let one let stretch out and the other bend up near her chin. She then twiddled her thumbs and waited.
*
The Milkman: Well, children, here's your chapter. Make sure you walk it everyday, give it lots of attention, and remember to feed it lots of lovely reviews! Sorry for the lack of update-y-ness! School started a couple of weeks ago and in my grueling schedule of being too tired and lazy to write, sleeping, breathing, and blinking I just couldn't find the time.
The Almighty Disclaimer of Doom: I do not own Lord of the Rings, nor any of its characters, nor any part of the plot. If you have heard otherwise you have been misinformed.
PrincessEilonwy - Yes. It ends here. That's it. *shifty eyes* Okay, so I'm a really bad liar. As for wanting to know what happens next, I guess you'll just have to read and find out. ;)
Celtic Dawn Star - HA! I've got a sense of humor. A sick, twisted, violent, and gory one. But I've got one nonetheless! Go me!
Lily - Aw, I feel loved! Not really, but okay. Thanks, darling!
Megan Sleevewillow - HA! *taunts* You got arrested! You got arrested! *calms down* Well, that's enough of that. Benji Madden . . . Benji Madden . . . Sounds familiar . . . Isn't he the guy in Good Charlotte? I can't be sure but I think so. Eh, oh well. Stupid poser bands . . . Hehe, I like bobble-head dolls. I got an Aragorn bobble-head doll with my Two Towers DVD. Go me! I like being clean, thank you very much. I feel loved.
Bookworm2000 - I think I'm going to make myself cry while writing this. Even though I forgot how to cry . . . It's true! I did! I can't cry anymore! Hehe, it is quite an interesting picture isn't it?
F - Yes. Yes it does.
I Hate Cough Medicine - *wipes brow* Whew, that was a close one. I already have to fend off all my Tom Felton fangirl friends. Whoa. Say that five time fast. Felton fangirl friends. Felton fangirl friends. Felton fangirl friends. Felton fangirl friends. Felton fangirl friends. Wow. It was even hard to type. Go figure.
mIsUnDeRsToOdGnOmE - Ah! *cowers in corner* I fear the caps. Hehe, I'm imperfect. I feel loved. Not really, but okay.
Pastelmouth - Thanks. I feel loved.
*
Calley trudged along a small forest outside of Rivendell. There was a hill up ahead. If she was lucky, it might be a good spot to watch the Last Homely House from.
After what seemed like hours, Calley finally managed to reach the top of the aforementioned mound. It was grassy and soft, a haven for certain hunters who had just spent their entire night enduring numerous encounters of Mary Sues. Calley slumped down on the ground let herself fall back onto the grass. It was cool and wet and extremely soothing to Calley's aching back. Not long after, the hunter was dead to the world.
*
Calley awoke several hours later to an overly loud growling stomach. "Stupid human needs," mumbled the hunter, slowly sitting up, but finding her body lying back down again. Every muscle and joint in her body squealed in agony. She cursed Mary Sues for several minutes before trying to sit up again. This time, she succeeded in getting as far as standing up. Now all she had to do was look for something to eat without getting herself killed.
About an hour later, Calley returned to her hill with one hand full of berries and the other full of roots from various plants. She felt much better after having relieved herself as well. Quietly, the hunter sat down and began to sort through her newfound meal. "Well, what looks less poisonous?" she asked herself in a whisper.
In a few minutes, all the berries were gone and all that was left were two roots. "So this is what I've settled for. A root." The hunter played with a white root from a purple flower for several moments before popping it into her mouth. She grimaced as she chewed. It was bitter and dry, but what could she expect?
The meal was gone, and now all Calley had to do was stare at the large city and watch for any Sues falling from the sky. She felt her eyes grow heavy and again found herself in the wonderful bliss of unconsciousness that is sleep.
*
"Wakey wakey, darling." Calley slowly opened her eyes to the all too familiar voice.
"Wha?" the hunter mumbled, rubbing the sleep from her eyes. The picture finally came into focus. A tall woman with long pink and blonde hair was standing over her with a sword tip pressed to Calley's throat. Calley screamed.
"Oho! Hunter! It's lovely to see you again too!" said the Almighty with a sneer. She slowly pulled the blade away and re-sheathed it. Calley's mouth dropped open and she stared in wide-eyed horror at the only one who could ever make her blood run cold, her worst nightmare.
"Y-y-you-you're supposed t-to be in regular E-earth! N-not Middle-earth!" stammered the hunter, pushing her body away from the Almighty with her arms. A grin spread across the Sue's face.
"Whoops. I lied." The Sue covered her mouth his one slender hand with long fingers and a French manicure. "Well, darling, I guess we'll just have to get this one over with quickly. I have engagements I must see to." With that said the Almighty drew her sword and smacked the flat edge over Calley's head. A short gasp escaped the hunter before she fell backwards, unconscious.
*
Several hours later, the hunter opened her dull green eyes and saw nothing but dark gray in front of her. Where was she? What happened? She couldn't remember. All she knew was that her head throbbed and wailed in pain. She was sitting on a cold stone floor that was for sure. Where that cold stone floor was, she didn't know.
Calley rubbed her eyes and stood. It took a few moments for her vision to clear, but what she saw didn't surprise her. It was very dark. A brilliant white glow seeped through a rectangular hole in the wall opposite her. The room was fairly small and made entirely of gray stone. The hunter let her hand stroke the wall for a moment. It was rigid, cold, and utterly granular. Calley pulled her hand away and started for the source of light. The box was tiny, a little larger than a mouse, and around it there was thick, freezing metal. Calley slipped her hand through the opening and let it rested it on the ledge for a moment. A quick, sharp punch was delivered right to it from the other side. Calley instantly recoiled and shook her hand rapidly.
"Easy weasel," she said quietly, bringing her hand to her chest. In the dim light, she could see that her knuckles were dripping crimson blood.
"I, in no way, shape, or form, resemble a small rodent," said a voice from the other side. The hunter's snapped back up and she pressed her eye to the hole. She could only see a yellow wall a short distance away but she knew someone was there.
"Who are you?" inquired the hunter.
"That is my business and not any bit of yours." The voice was definitely male.
"Roar. Hiss. Well, I guess you could let me out and I could just be on my way," Calley stated stepping back.
"You are not to be let free unless it is commanded by the Lady Martina," the man snapped, all too quickly.
"Martina, eh? So that's what she's calling herself now . . . Well, darling, I'll be getting out of here soon, you know, so I think I'll just sit back and wait for the time to become right . . ." The hunter backed up against the wall and slid down to the floor against it. She let one let stretch out and the other bend up near her chin. She then twiddled her thumbs and waited.
*
The Milkman: Well, children, here's your chapter. Make sure you walk it everyday, give it lots of attention, and remember to feed it lots of lovely reviews! Sorry for the lack of update-y-ness! School started a couple of weeks ago and in my grueling schedule of being too tired and lazy to write, sleeping, breathing, and blinking I just couldn't find the time.
The Almighty Disclaimer of Doom: I do not own Lord of the Rings, nor any of its characters, nor any part of the plot. If you have heard otherwise you have been misinformed.
