Jete sat a fair distance from the fan girl as though she might catch the
sickness. Her heart wrenched as the girl told her heart-breaking story.
She had been a normal girl once, into ballet and poetry, going to parties, getting and giving makeovers with friends, and going to movies. Then one movie changed it all. She and her friends had gone at midnight in sweatshirts and pj pants to see the premiere of the Lord of the Rings. Afterwards, the girls, confused but intrigued by the flurry of activity, and enraptured by the skillful blond elf, set out to investigate.
They discovered Tolkien's books and were hooked. Their lives revolved around LotR, especially Legolas. At first it was only innocent posters and calendars, and then it advanced to pink shirts, mugs, pillows, mouse pads, screen savers, notebooks, practically anything plastered with the elf's face.
Then they discovered fan fiction. They began writing furiously, trying to out-do each other in their legomances. Once they tried writing a fic together, but ended up fighting over him. They posted their stories on the Internet, and responded viciously to anyone who accused them of writing Mary sues.
Then one day, one of them got a hit from the PPC (Protectors of the Plot Continuum) Her Mary sue had been incinerated, her fic useless. She was furious, of course, as were all of the girls, but for the one sitting on the floor of Jete's work room, it had been a rude awakening. The obsession had gone too far, and she was hurting people. Her life was gone, replaced by blond hair and pointy ears. She had investigated the PPC, and eventually found ISPCE, where she hoped to get help. She didn't say where she got the portal generator, but she was here now and needed help.
Jete blinked away the beginnings of tears.
"I'm almost afraid to ask," she said," but what's your name?"
The girl looked away with a pained expression.
"Honeyblossom Moonsugardew Starlet Rain," she almost whispered.
Jete winced.
"How 'bout we just call you Moon?"
"But-" she protested.
Jete stopped her with a look.
"You want to be cured, don't you?"
Moon nodded.
"Well, this is the first step. Eventually, you may be able to tell me your real name. The one you had before Leg-" Jete stopped herself before she said the name. "Before Lord of the Rings."
"All right," she said in a small voice.
"Now, let's start over." Jete stood, and Moon followed suit. Jete held out her hand. "Hi, I'm Jete. What's your name?"
Moon shook her hand.
"Honeyblossom Moonsugard-" she withered under Jete's glare. "But it's so.. short! " She whimpered, " Can't I be Honeyblossom Moonsugardew?"
"No."
"Moonsugardew?"
"No!"
She sniffled.
"Hi, I'm.. Moon."
Jete broke into a smile.
"See? You did it!"
Moon slumped.
"But it was so hard!"
"You still did it, and it will be easier to say next time."
"Jete!" A voice rang out, just a few steps from the doorway. After a moment of panic, Jete shoved Moon under the worktable and pushed a box in front of her. And instant later, Sarah walked in.
"Liliac is sending up a couple.." Jete's superior trailed off, eyeing her suspiciously. Jete held her breath and met her eyes, knowing it was certain death to avoid her gaze.
"What happened to your hair?"
Jete let out a silent sigh of relief.
"The sueifier is on the fritz. You were saying..?"
Sarah shook her head to clear her thoughts.
"Liliac is sending a couple new recruits. They will need some basic battle kits, and I'm a bit busy, so I need you to prepare them. Don't worry about explaining it all to them; I'll take care of that. Just bring them to the main room when they're finished."
Sarah left, and Moon scrambled from under the table, rubbing her elbow.
"Ow! I'm going to have a bruise now," she complained.
"Don't," Jete snapped, "Whine."
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Yes, I know I'm kind of breaking tradition by responding to my reviewers at the end, but I was never one for following the crowd. Besides, it's kind of like the credits at the end of the movie. Oh, and thanks to all who helped me with Honeyblossom Moonsugardew Starlet Rain. You all helped immensely. I hope you like the name.
Liliac, thank you so much, and I actually do know roughly where this is headed, the only problem is I didn't know the particulars. But not to worry, I have it under control now.
Hirilnara, yes, I'm evil, am I not? But not quite as evil as that golden brunette. I do think you'll like my newest installment on that.
Phaidra, yes, those are 'sue names. But it's all right. Sometimes it's hard to distinguish between the two. Does she really want to be cured? Hmmm.. you'll just have to wait and find out.
Malfoyelf, yes, I like the hair, too. I think Jete might keep it, what do you think? And no, actually, those were the kind of names I was looking for, and I used a lot of your ideas.
KittyCatBlack, thank you ever so much for your support. And that name is a 'sue name, but don't worry about it.
She had been a normal girl once, into ballet and poetry, going to parties, getting and giving makeovers with friends, and going to movies. Then one movie changed it all. She and her friends had gone at midnight in sweatshirts and pj pants to see the premiere of the Lord of the Rings. Afterwards, the girls, confused but intrigued by the flurry of activity, and enraptured by the skillful blond elf, set out to investigate.
They discovered Tolkien's books and were hooked. Their lives revolved around LotR, especially Legolas. At first it was only innocent posters and calendars, and then it advanced to pink shirts, mugs, pillows, mouse pads, screen savers, notebooks, practically anything plastered with the elf's face.
Then they discovered fan fiction. They began writing furiously, trying to out-do each other in their legomances. Once they tried writing a fic together, but ended up fighting over him. They posted their stories on the Internet, and responded viciously to anyone who accused them of writing Mary sues.
Then one day, one of them got a hit from the PPC (Protectors of the Plot Continuum) Her Mary sue had been incinerated, her fic useless. She was furious, of course, as were all of the girls, but for the one sitting on the floor of Jete's work room, it had been a rude awakening. The obsession had gone too far, and she was hurting people. Her life was gone, replaced by blond hair and pointy ears. She had investigated the PPC, and eventually found ISPCE, where she hoped to get help. She didn't say where she got the portal generator, but she was here now and needed help.
Jete blinked away the beginnings of tears.
"I'm almost afraid to ask," she said," but what's your name?"
The girl looked away with a pained expression.
"Honeyblossom Moonsugardew Starlet Rain," she almost whispered.
Jete winced.
"How 'bout we just call you Moon?"
"But-" she protested.
Jete stopped her with a look.
"You want to be cured, don't you?"
Moon nodded.
"Well, this is the first step. Eventually, you may be able to tell me your real name. The one you had before Leg-" Jete stopped herself before she said the name. "Before Lord of the Rings."
"All right," she said in a small voice.
"Now, let's start over." Jete stood, and Moon followed suit. Jete held out her hand. "Hi, I'm Jete. What's your name?"
Moon shook her hand.
"Honeyblossom Moonsugard-" she withered under Jete's glare. "But it's so.. short! " She whimpered, " Can't I be Honeyblossom Moonsugardew?"
"No."
"Moonsugardew?"
"No!"
She sniffled.
"Hi, I'm.. Moon."
Jete broke into a smile.
"See? You did it!"
Moon slumped.
"But it was so hard!"
"You still did it, and it will be easier to say next time."
"Jete!" A voice rang out, just a few steps from the doorway. After a moment of panic, Jete shoved Moon under the worktable and pushed a box in front of her. And instant later, Sarah walked in.
"Liliac is sending up a couple.." Jete's superior trailed off, eyeing her suspiciously. Jete held her breath and met her eyes, knowing it was certain death to avoid her gaze.
"What happened to your hair?"
Jete let out a silent sigh of relief.
"The sueifier is on the fritz. You were saying..?"
Sarah shook her head to clear her thoughts.
"Liliac is sending a couple new recruits. They will need some basic battle kits, and I'm a bit busy, so I need you to prepare them. Don't worry about explaining it all to them; I'll take care of that. Just bring them to the main room when they're finished."
Sarah left, and Moon scrambled from under the table, rubbing her elbow.
"Ow! I'm going to have a bruise now," she complained.
"Don't," Jete snapped, "Whine."
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Yes, I know I'm kind of breaking tradition by responding to my reviewers at the end, but I was never one for following the crowd. Besides, it's kind of like the credits at the end of the movie. Oh, and thanks to all who helped me with Honeyblossom Moonsugardew Starlet Rain. You all helped immensely. I hope you like the name.
Liliac, thank you so much, and I actually do know roughly where this is headed, the only problem is I didn't know the particulars. But not to worry, I have it under control now.
Hirilnara, yes, I'm evil, am I not? But not quite as evil as that golden brunette. I do think you'll like my newest installment on that.
Phaidra, yes, those are 'sue names. But it's all right. Sometimes it's hard to distinguish between the two. Does she really want to be cured? Hmmm.. you'll just have to wait and find out.
Malfoyelf, yes, I like the hair, too. I think Jete might keep it, what do you think? And no, actually, those were the kind of names I was looking for, and I used a lot of your ideas.
KittyCatBlack, thank you ever so much for your support. And that name is a 'sue name, but don't worry about it.