A/N: Hey, I actually have something to say for once! First off, please review, but please FLAME ME! It keeps the muses coming. Next chapter, this story will be under the humor/parody section. I know you will all like that, as well as burning my sue to ashes. That has to come later, though. I got this name from a name generator, I did not steal it. Thank you, now to continue torturing you . . . .
Chapter 3
Red dye! That was Elwen's new idea of how to torture Glorfindel. That was all she could think about since Legolas and his father had left four months ago. She sought out the twins.
"Oh, no! Elwen's coming! Quick, hide!" Elladan hissed to Elrohir.
"Too late!"
Elwen came around the corner smiling brightly.
"I found a special dye that turns blue when lye soap is mixed wth it before three days are up. Use it on Glorfindel's head." Elwen said, flashing her eyes at them as they looked up.
She made them forget what they had heard, but not her instructions. She left.
Elwen saw Lindir bring in the girl. She didn't bother getting to know her. There was no point.
Two days later, Elwen took a walk in the gardens. She heard a screech and looked up to see a falcon divebomb her.
"Eeekkkkk!" She screamed as she tried to get out of the way. The falcon, Stormwing, of course, caught her hair and pulled.
Stormwing lifted her up by the hair and ropped her back down again onto the ground. He made another pass and pulled her up again, by the ears this time.
Elwen shrieked and sreamed at the abuse she was enduring, but some in the shadows, simply laughed. Stormwing finally let her go and went off to hunt, leaving a very sore elf that nobody liked onto the ground.
Thranduil finally thought Elwen was a good match for his son, with much persuasion on his son's part, and the magical mark on his mirror.
"Fine! Take her as your wife, but if Mirkwood falls to ruin because of you, it shall not be my doing! If she comes, I'm sailing for Valinor," Thranduil finally said.
Legolas grinned happily and went to go pack his things for the journey to Imladris. He could not wait to see his beloved again.
Thranduil, for his part, still hated her, but the magic had him under her control. He vowed she would never have the chance to control him like she had his son. His son, who's eyes were now violet instead of blue. He hated violet. It was the worst color on the face of Arda.
Stormwing smirked as he tortured Elwen yet again. Too bad the flashy eye thingy only worked on elves and humans, and then only directly. . . . .
A/N: Maybe I shouldn't quit my day job. . . . I hate this chapter. I'll retool it later, put in more Stormwing/ Elwen torture scenes. If anyone has any ideas, as I'm sure you do, of what horrible things I can do to my Mary-Sue, tell me. I will try to fit them all in.
Replies:
Dalamar Nightson- Thanks. I do try. This is one of those Mary-Sues that are everything you hate. Bullies, cheerleaders (no offense to any one of of course), and other people that annoy you. I hope you update soon, though, you have good stories.
Chapter 3
Red dye! That was Elwen's new idea of how to torture Glorfindel. That was all she could think about since Legolas and his father had left four months ago. She sought out the twins.
"Oh, no! Elwen's coming! Quick, hide!" Elladan hissed to Elrohir.
"Too late!"
Elwen came around the corner smiling brightly.
"I found a special dye that turns blue when lye soap is mixed wth it before three days are up. Use it on Glorfindel's head." Elwen said, flashing her eyes at them as they looked up.
She made them forget what they had heard, but not her instructions. She left.
Elwen saw Lindir bring in the girl. She didn't bother getting to know her. There was no point.
Two days later, Elwen took a walk in the gardens. She heard a screech and looked up to see a falcon divebomb her.
"Eeekkkkk!" She screamed as she tried to get out of the way. The falcon, Stormwing, of course, caught her hair and pulled.
Stormwing lifted her up by the hair and ropped her back down again onto the ground. He made another pass and pulled her up again, by the ears this time.
Elwen shrieked and sreamed at the abuse she was enduring, but some in the shadows, simply laughed. Stormwing finally let her go and went off to hunt, leaving a very sore elf that nobody liked onto the ground.
Thranduil finally thought Elwen was a good match for his son, with much persuasion on his son's part, and the magical mark on his mirror.
"Fine! Take her as your wife, but if Mirkwood falls to ruin because of you, it shall not be my doing! If she comes, I'm sailing for Valinor," Thranduil finally said.
Legolas grinned happily and went to go pack his things for the journey to Imladris. He could not wait to see his beloved again.
Thranduil, for his part, still hated her, but the magic had him under her control. He vowed she would never have the chance to control him like she had his son. His son, who's eyes were now violet instead of blue. He hated violet. It was the worst color on the face of Arda.
Stormwing smirked as he tortured Elwen yet again. Too bad the flashy eye thingy only worked on elves and humans, and then only directly. . . . .
A/N: Maybe I shouldn't quit my day job. . . . I hate this chapter. I'll retool it later, put in more Stormwing/ Elwen torture scenes. If anyone has any ideas, as I'm sure you do, of what horrible things I can do to my Mary-Sue, tell me. I will try to fit them all in.
Replies:
Dalamar Nightson- Thanks. I do try. This is one of those Mary-Sues that are everything you hate. Bullies, cheerleaders (no offense to any one of of course), and other people that annoy you. I hope you update soon, though, you have good stories.