A/N: Thank you for the reviews, everyone! To answer some questions: Yes, there are many, many feminist Sues who insult Boromir. He's a favorite target for being "evil" and going after cute widdle Frodo.

There will probably be anime and crossover Sues, but not at the moment.

Do not own the Tolkien characters- only the Boromir-Sues I have spontaneously decided to torture this week.

The Game of the Gods, 21

Maedhros smiled at the Sue Morgoth put on the table. "Pretty young thing," he said. "What's her name?"

"Floriella," said Morgoth firmly.

"Pretty name," said Maedhros.

Morgoth eyed him uneasily. "You seem almost- calm," he ventured. "Do you approve of Sues, then?"

Maedhros smiled at him. "Oh, no, but the attention is rather flattering," he said. "Father told me that one of your Sues went after me."

Morgoth edged his chair back from the table.

"Don't move your chair back for me," said Maedhros. "I think it's sweet."

Morgoth frowned. "Sweet?"

"Sweet that after all this time you're still obviously pining for me." Maedhros flipped a lock of red hair across his face and smiled at him. "I know that chaining me to the mountain was just a twisted way of saying you loved me." He held up his stump. "Of course, it cost me my hand, so I tend to think it rather too high a price. But I can pity someone who obviously suffers from unrequited love, and deals with it by sending Sues after me. After all, how could you admit that you loved the son of your worst enemy? You poor thing."

Morgoth considered saying something, and then decided that, after all, there was nothing to say in response to that.

The game began.

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Floriella gazed dreamily between the bushes at the Council of Elrond, and especially at him.

Boromir. Prince of Gondor.

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"I thought he wasn't a Prince, either time a human named Boromir showed up," said Maedhros. "And that dreamy look fits the Sue quite well, I must say. Did you try it out in the mirror?" He leaned close and lowered his voice. "While thinking of me?"

Morgoth flinched.

"Oh, that's a yes, isn't it!" Maedhros crowed. "I really do think it's rather sweet."

"I was never in love with you," Morgoth ground out.

Maedhros laughed. "I don't blame you for denying it, Morgoth. Most people, Elf, Vala, or human, are in love with me and denying it. You should see some of the looks I used to get from Vairë. Yet she claimed she loved her husband."

"Did you try to do anything about it?" Morgoth challenged.

Maedhros shook his head and smiled. "With so many choices, why should I?"

Morgoth turned back to the Sue, since Maedhros was doing nothing but confusing him.

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Floriella knew that Boromir was going to be tempted by the Ring, and would die. She had come from Earth to prevent that. She had undergone a special ritual that changed her into an Elf and sent her to Middle-earth, because the Order of Secret-Keepers had agreed with her that Boromir should not die. They were a special Order committed to correcting cosmic mistakes.

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Maedhros laughed.

"What?" Morgoth demanded.

"Pity they weren't around when Eru created you," said Maedhros.

Morgoth scowled.

Maedhros just shook his head and leaned back, tilting his head and smiling winsomely.

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So Floriella had come to redeem Boromir. She wouldn't let him die. She would protect him with all her heart.

The Council ended, and Floriella revealed herself. Everyone was stunned by the beautiful she-elf-

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"The whaty-what now?" Maedhros asked.

Morgoth folded his arms stubbornly. "She-elf. It's legitimate."

"If Elves were animals, yes," said Maedhros. "Then, of course, most Sues are beasts."

"I thought you liked them?"

"The ones after me are different," Maedhros amended. "Though of course I was still kind to kill that one, instead of letting her waste away with hopeless love." He looked up at Morgoth. "I thought she was like the daughter you never had? She should have learned the uselessness of pining after me from her father."

"I was not in love with you!" Morgoth shouted.

"Then why you are blushing?"

Morgoth hurried into Floriella's tale.

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Floriella managed to calm the Council down and persuade them to let her go with the Fellowship, by pointing out that they never knew when a Fellowship member might fall to the temptation of the Ring, and thus needed an extra one. Elrond seemed a bit reluctant to agree at first, but Floriella smiled at him, soul glowing in her golden-green eyes, and Elrond yielded.

Floriella sought out Boromir on the battlements of Rivendell's palace the first chance she got. It was a soft, romantic scene, the moon shining brightly and setting his hair on fire.

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"Oh, Morgoth."

Morgoth looked up. Maedhros was touching a lock of his own hair.

"Even when you think you're describing Boromir, you can't get away from me," he said. "Moonlight does not set someone's hair on fire, as you should know very well. Especially dark hair. You're still thinking of a certain red-haired Elf-"

"Shut up."

"-whom you really wanted to-"

"Shut up."

"hold and sigh over-"

Morgoth lunged at Maedhros across the table.

Maedhros laughed and jumped back just out of reach, saying, "Now, now. What will Fëanor think?"

Morgoth sat back down, muttering.

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"I have long sought you, Boromir, son of Denethor," said Floriella softly. "I know your noble soul, and I know that you will suffer on the Quest. I can feel the darkness beckoning to you."

Boromir eyed her strangely. "How- poetic, my lady," he said, edging away from her. "Excuse me, but I do have errands to run." He turned and hurried away, leaving Floriella to stand and frown after him. What had she done wrong?

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Morgoth narrowed his eyes. "You did something," he accused Maedhros. "My Sue has never gone wrong so early in the story before."

"I don't think I did anything," said Maedhros. "You're just too distracted by the thought of your temptation finally sitting that close."

Morgoth's hands flexed, but he kept them at his sides.

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Floriella leaned close to Boromir. They were in the darkness of Moria, and she had sensed him more and more often staring at Frodo and the Ring. He also went out of his way to avoid her, which told her that he wanted to avoid his redemption. Well, she would not let him. He would not die. It was a cosmic mistake. He would live, and fight at Aragorn's side, and she would be with him.

"Boromir," she said. "Come back to the light."

Boromir glared at her; she could see that much by the light of the wizard's staff. "Which light, my lady?" he asked in a voice of frigid politeness.

Floriella foundered. "The- goodness," she said, and then found her stride. "The goodness of the hills and the streams, of sunlight and singing birds."

Boromir stared at her oddly, but kept silent, so Floriella went on. "I know that you are thinking of taking the Ring."

Boromir's eyes narrowed to slits. "Excuse me, my lady, but I have to talk to Aragorn," he said, and stood and walked over to him. Floriella stared after him disconsolately.

I could almost believe all the slash stories about those two, she thought miserably.

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Maedhros giggled. Morgoth looked at him.

"What's so funny?"

"Tell you later," Maedhros choked out, waving a hand to get Morgoth to continue.

Morgoth tried to watch Floriella with one eye and Maedhros with the other, certain that he was up to something. Of course, he was Fëanorian; the greater wonder would have been if he were not up to something.

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Floriella sat down beside Boromir. For just a minute, she thought she saw him stiffen and stifle a groan, but she ignored that. It must have been her imagination.

"Boromir," she said, "I know about the choice that the Lady Galadriel offered you."

Boromir eyed her. "Do you, now?"

"Yes. It was to take the Ring, wasn't it, and rule over everything?" Floriella sighed sadly and placed a hand on his arm. "Do not take it, Boromir. The Quest-"

"-stands on the edge of a knife, yes," said Boromir, edging away from her. "Excuse me, I have to go talk to the Lady Galadriel." He hurried away.

Floriella stared after him, and felt an ugly jealousy begin to build in her heart. Could he want her instead of me?

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"That was probably a question that you asked many, many times in your mind," Maedhros said. "Was I in love with Lúthien? With a mortal woman? With a maiden of Doriath? You could think I would refuse your charms only for a rival-"

"You know as well as I what happened on that mountain," Morgoth hissed.

"Yes. You carried me away so that you could have me all to yourself."

Morgoth hid his face in his hands.

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"Come with me, child."

Floriella bristled at Galadriel's condescending tone. She was not a child; she was part of the Order of the Secret-Keepers! But she stood and followed Galadriel towards what she knew was the Mirror.

Galadriel turned and faced her, but did not offer to show Floriella anything in the Mirror. Instead, she said, "Boromir tells me that you have been encouraging him to think of the Ring. Did you not know how dangerous that is, child?"

"I can help him resist it," said Floriella hotly.

Galadriel's eyes narrowed, just slightly. "Why?"

"Because the Ring does not affect me."

Floriella had barely uttered the words when Galadriel began to blaze with terrible might. Floriella fell back, one hand over her face. The green light and loud voice in the movie had been silly. This was nothing short of horrifying.

"Only servants of Sauron are not tempted by the Ring," said Galadriel. "You would carry it to him if you could. I have fought the Shadow too often and too long to let that happen if I can prevent it."

"No, you don't understand-"

The world exploded in pain, and Floriella never was sure what killed her, some magic power or the arrows of Elven archers.

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Morgoth slammed his hands on the table. "Damn you, you cheated!" he howled at Maedhros.

"Not at all," said Maedhros. "You only dropped your Sue into a canonical world, instead of a created one."

"That is not possible," Morgoth snarled. "She should have changed Boromir's character merely by being there."

"Oh, she might have," said Maedhros, "if you were not terribly, terribly distracted." He flipped his hair over his face again, and peered out from beneath it. "By me."

Morgoth sneered. "Where did you get the idea that I wanted you? From Gurthang?"

"No," said Maedhros cheerfully, and pulled out a bright blue book with doodles and hearts covering it. "From this." He smiled tauntingly. "Your private diary. Father fetched it for me while I was after the Silmaril."

Morgoth screamed in horror and tried to grab it from Maedhros's hand, aware of Ulmo staring at him. Maedhros flipped open the diary at an obviously well-worn page and began to read.

"And today my love left me, because that bastard Fingon rescued him-"

Luckily, no one got to hear the rest, since alarms exploded again, and Ulmo was yelling something, and Maedhros was laughing so hard that Morgoth got hold of the diary. Maedhros tumbled back, curled in on himself and wheezing.

"Damn him to Mandos and beyond," said Ulmo. "Damn him."

Morgoth looked up, surprised. "Thank you," he said.

"Not him," said Ulmo, with a withering look at Maedhros. "Fëanor. The bastard has the Silmaril that was in the sea. I was watching this instead of him!" Away he ran.

Leaving Morgoth alone with Maedhros.

He turned around, in slow dread, only to find that the red-haired Elf had vanished. Morgoth sighed in relief, and then realized what that meant.

He was alone.

He had a chance to win.

He quickly drew out a Sue and set her on the board, sighing with relief. "At least no one else is aware of this," he muttered.

A snicker came from under the table.

"Tell anyone about this, Sauron," said Morgoth calmly, "and I'll tell everyone about your secret stash of Lúthien pictures."

The snickering stopped.

Morgoth put the diary in his lap, and then waited to steady his shaking hands before he began the next game.

It turned out to be quite a wait.



All right, now that was weird.

But fun.