My fic has…
"a) Terribly bad
grammar,
b) Major character OCCness. You stated that had it, but you have yet to fix it.
c) Perfectness in the elf's character.
d) A tragic past."
…and thus my fic has been dubbed a "mary sue" (note: I don't even get the honor of being dubbed a Mary Sue…I get demoted to non-capitalized status…**shakes head in mock shame**) by the Worlds Apart Mary Sue Hunters! W00t-ness…for…me…? **scoff** Well, at least it was entertaining…honestly though…you would think that the least they could have done was get "OOC" right I mean, I guess it's a bit (only a bit though…) more acceptable if it's only just a type-o… but "bad grammar" and "perfectness" (which isn't even a word, mind you…) do make you wonder…Anywho, thank you WAMSH, for your flame…as a token of appreciation of your *cough* efforts you all get this A/N dedicated to your telling me something I am already well aware of. -.- Feh…
~* . . .*~: time
change
' . . .': thought(s)
= . . . =: song
(* . . . *): mini A/N
(. . .): not me
[. . .]: Elvish
{. . .}:
translation
Disclaimer: See previous chapters.
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Chapter 16: Buried Alive
Aragorn was growing impatient. Irritated, he sent for Mercad. The day was slowly giving way to dusk as Aragorn huffed from where he stood in the middle; to tense to sit down and too impatient to even pace. It seemed so long ago that they had finally come to an agreement.
**Flashback**
"Aragorn, I have told you before: this is not the Second War of the Ring; this war is not merely a matter of giving some ring-bearer time enough to destroy the Ring. You need reinforcements," Mercad sighed, "I know we cannot call my own people, but certainly there is someone you can call to for aid."
"There is no one," Aragorn replied angrily, "I will storm their gates with the men we have already assembled."
"At least listen to reason, at least wait a little more, perhaps we can recruit more soldiers."
**end flashback**
He had waited. Four long weeks he had waited and only a few had come. As Mercad entered the room Aragorn glared at him, "We march out tomorrow at dawn." Mercad remained silent and nodded. Aragorn raised his eyebrows, "You have no comment? Surely you will try to delay me further as you already have done?"
Mercad frowned, "I believe I was in folly. I fear perhaps we will be too late."
Anger smoldered in Aragorn's eyes, "Of course we have waited too long! You have just now come to that conclusion?"
"Word has reached my ears that Rinathen's armies were sighted. She has summoned them to battle us."
Aragorn let the words seep in, he had been expecting some similar information but none had arrived, "Who told you this?"
"I sent a message to Kianorla requesting if they had received any information concerning Rinathen."
Aragorn stared at Mercad for a moment and then waved his hand, "Just get out of my sight. Tell the troops we leave tomorrow. I want them ready."
Mercad nodded and left. Gimli was waiting outside impatiently, "Well, what happened?"
Mercad grinned, "It went well. He reacted the way we wanted him too."
Gimli shook his head. "Legolas is going to see me buried alive for all of this…" he muttered.
Mercad grinned, "My friend, you will not be alone…I get the feeling that you will have at least two companions with you."
"Two?"
"Yes, Rinathen and I."
"Not Aragorn? Although I do suppose…considering he doesn't know what's really going on…"
"I said at least."
"Ah, yes."
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Rinathen looked out of the small, slit-window and breathed deeply. 'Oh how I miss fresh air…'she looked at the sleeping form of Owacyn across the room and shivered, then out again towards the sunrise. 'Soon', she smiled, 'soon Legolas…very soon.'
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Well, sorry it's so short…I have a theory: school (and thus homework) is a lot like life, they both suck!
But ah, yes…the quiet before the storm…the storm of even GREATER confusion perhaps…although…efh…never mind…ignore me…^.~
Reviews:
Radiion: Yes, I know…I'm sorry you're so confused…the fic is wrapping itself up however and it should all make sense soon! ^.^
orlando fan 1: Thank you!
Ashley: (if you are even here reading this…) You judge a lot from what you don't know. That goes for the fic and my own reasons for hating cursing…
Lena: Thanks!
Goddess of the Silver Moon: I did. XP (and Sess is mine ^.~ but THANK YOU (SO FREAKIN MUCH!!!) for the Miroku picture!!! E3e3e3! The hotness! The hotness! Efh…^.~ let's just say I'll be nice on Tuesday…or Monday depending on when I talk to you next…maybe… ^.~)
