A/N Welcome to chapter 5 of this atrocious story! Thank you so much to SirNotAppearingInThisFilm, legolasina,and, to the leader of the Mary-Sues Kirsten! (The leader of an army of over one thousand Middle-earth-dropping-into-Mary-Sues.) Here's chapter 5 BVW (beware...very....weird) PLEASE review!

Caitlin swung her imp-powered chainsaw around and around, radiating an air of defiance. She had been allowed to take it on her journey, but only because Elroond had deprived her of Imp. As a matter of fact, Rivendale was fast becoming an imp refuge, and Caitlin had only been out of it for approximately 7.68 seconds.

Caitlin stopped and turned around to take one last look at her childhood home. She had grown up entirely in Rivendale, it was where she first drew breath, first walked, first mentally, and physically damaged someone. There was movement in one of the bushes by a house and her eyes automatically darted to that area. There in the bush squatted the mentally inefficient Arwen, and one of her ear-less sisters Darwen. (funny, she hadn't seen her for a while, someone must have found her in the cage Caitlin had hidden in the back of her walk in wardrobe. Caitlin had forgotten all about that. Then she wondered if they had found Marwen yet.) Alladin was standing protectively next to the 'marshmellow,' with a huge grin on his face, it was a pity Caitlin hadn't managed to break him thoroughly, but there was always the holidays. To Caitlin's amusement Alladin thrust up his middle finger at her, Darwen face paled, and she leaned in to whisper in her brother's ear. Alladin's facial expression quickly changed from triumph to dread. Darwen had obviously explained that Caitlin was coming back for the holidays.

Caitlin sighed, she wished her mother could have been here to see this, but alas, Lady Celebrime had already sailed to the West, all physical and mental self in tact.

'Hurry up,' cried a voice from above, in the tree tops, 'it's bad enough that we have the danger of escorting you, but we have to carry your baggage too, and do you know how incredibly heavy these bags are?!' There was a chorus of other 'YEAHS' from around the same area, at least fifteen of them. Caitlin snorted, then continued walking.

Why did all the elves in Rivendale have to be wossy? Her 'escorts' were up in the tree because they didn't want her to see their faces in case she wanted revenge or to beat them up or something. That was the strange thing about Caitlin, she wasn't particularly tall (Elroond was just short, most male elves were a good 3 inches taller then her), strong or even that clever, and yet everyone was terrified of her. She didn't really think about it in much detail. It was a gift, that was all there was to it. Caitlin flicked back her light brown hair, and a weird drooling noise from somewhere in the canopy, could be heard.

There was a muffled, 'Snap out of it Glor!' and another, 'don't look at her, or she'll possess you, especially don't look if she is,' swallow, '..doing the... hair flick.'

'I don't care any more! I want her!' There was a short punch up in the treetops. 'Thanks, few! Nearly got me that time.' That was the other thing, Caitlin wasn't even that pretty, and yet, males nearly fell out of trees for her.

'Glor...ay?' Caitlin said aloud, there were a few muffled gasps.

'Way to go Darendell!' said the one obviously nicknamed Glor. There were several more gasps.

'hmm Darendell and Glor-y... naah Glor-ia?' Caitlin mused.

'NO, That's a GIRLS name!' Darendell stated helpfully. There was an awkward silence from above. 'Oo... er, sorry, Glorfindel... Oh ST I'm sorry...No, NO!, hey! you just keep your distance buddy!' Caitlin stopped walking and listened intently. 'No.. You wouldn't, no, I didn't mean...I'm your best bud... You know that Glorfindel CP!'

There was a sickening slicing noise, and two crunches as Darendell hit the floor. To be totally an utterly honest with you, he landed on the floor after he passed through Caitlin's Chainsaw, and then the two halves landed with a crunch on the floor. Even when not on and imp powered, the chainsaw was still a deadly instrument. Caitlin laughed richly.

'Oops, maybe I should have moved it.' The trees above were silent. 'What? It's not like I was the one who pushed him out of the tree.' Said Caitlin.

'Yeah Glorfindel! Now who's going to carry the bags Darendell was carrying?!'

'You can Nindac!'

'No way! Glorfindel can! He was the one who pushed Daren out!'

'No way! Legolas isn't carryin' anythin' so why can't he!?' There was another silence.

'Legolas! Holy COW! RUN!' Caitlin scowled; the prissy prince was ruining her fun.

'No need,' he said jumping down from the treetops, to the forest floor. The chaos subsided. 'By the way, my bags will be arriving soon, so if you all wouldn't mind carrying an extra 1 or 6.' Nobody dared to grumble. Caitlin was just staring at him. They were her servants! 'Ooooh nasty,' Legolas stated when he noticed Darendell's bloody... Corpses. He looked back a Caitlin, then stuck his hand out with an evil grin. 'As I haven't introduced myself properly...the name's Legolas, and I'd just like to mention what a huge fan I am of your work.' Caitlin was about to be flattered, when he added. 'But as you'll find out, mine is much better.'

A/N Thank you for reading, and remember, I still need two more Mary-Sues (deputies). If there is no one willing to be one, then I'll have to make them up. Oh also... Please review!