He could not help himself. He was overcome by the softness of her porcelain skin and the subtle flecks of violet scattered throughout her amber eyes.
Vanadium saw his frustration and smiled serenely, 'I approve, your grace. I give you permission to touch me.'
Gil-Galad reached out his eleven hand to caress Vanadium. 'I have never felt anything like this before, Vanadium. I think I love you.'
Vanadium was a David Cassidy fan therefore, with a hint of a giggle, she replied, 'So what are you so afraid of?'
She smiled seductively and guided his hand to the cord that held her robe together and protected her modesty. His other hand went to stroke her high and well defined cheekbones. From there his large hand moved to her cascading raven hair that shoned in the moonlight so that it looked as if glitter was woven into the lustrous strands.
She was now standing before the king naked. Her pale body only was matched by the colour of the moonlight. Gil-Galad stood enraptured by the sight. Never in his long existence had he seen anything that compared to Vanadium's flawless body. They move as one to the bed that stood in the corner.
The collapsed into one another.
My cue, thought the Wemust, third error's a charm.
He appeared in the moonlight soaked room where the Boss Elf had no control. If he had known what he was about to do and what was happening he probably would be emptying his gut.
Luckily, the Wemust was here now. Complaints had been filing into the Wemust about liberties that Mary Sues were taking with the Boss Elf, Gil-Galad. Wemust was here to set and example: to teach those other Mary Sue elves named for elements (Vanadium, Atomic #23; used to improve steel industrially) that nobody messes with the Boss Elf.
'I desire that you place your man-hood into the essence of my woman-hood where our love for one another shall be completed,' Vanadium whispered in Gil-Galad's pointy ear.
The Wemust stole silently across the room. It did not have much time. From its utility vest it grasped its 'special sword', for the Wemust decided this would be a job for a sabre.
It had reached the bed and saw the bewitched Gil-Galad and shook it's head. It flipped unto the bed causing only the slightest un-noticed disturbance. It dashed to Mary Sue's 'porcelain neck' and watched a line of deep red appear. That china would be forever stained.
The end of another Mary Sue; another case resolved.
The Wemust sulked out of the room as the puzzled Gil-Galad was awakening from his Mary Sue induced trance. The Boss Elf glanced down at the bed in wonderment and saw nothing. The Mary Sue had left his realm. The tale returned to how it should be.
The Wemust surveyed the scene. Another job done. But how many more to come, it thought as it wiped the blade. Deftly it tucked the blade back into the vest and swept away to return to the Bat…er, Wemust Cave, where it would brood and train until another misused canon character needed it's character assignation skills.
*Cue Hang Glider and sound of a squeaky wheel in the distance*