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It has been nearly half a year. Please don't be too angry, im sorry I havent updated for ages! But here is chapter 12, sort of the introduction of the not so mary-sues. Should be a good chapter too. Year 11 is hard work though, I know its not really a good excuse, but hopefully I'll write more in the coming hols (in 5 days). Just want to say this has nothing against the director of the LOTR movies, its just a bit of fun (I do like the movies) Have fun reading this and please review. You might also find my writing has improved… hopefully. Anyways, as I was saying…plllleaaaaase review people!

PS What do the mary-sues want to be called?

'Ok, now I am going.'

'Me too,' said Legolas with a grin. 'What? You don't expect me to let you have all the fun?'

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Legolas promptly dropped into a crouch, eyeing the muddy forest floor disdainfully before lying flat along its surface. He stuck out his elbows, and began to army crawl. Caitlin sighed and shook her head at him, then walked over to the cliff edge as silently as a philosophical theory. (E.G does a tree falling in an isolated forest make a noise if there is no one to hear it?) She lay down on the ground easing herself slightly over the edge so she was able to peer over. Several minutes later legolas joined her, grunting slightly, army crawling was hard. He turned his head to face Caitlin and grinned, he had made it, he was far too stubborn to admit, though, that walking was quicker and besides, army crawling added atmosphere.

'Theise blooidy stoines, and blooidy triees, and blooidy bluie skys are soi blooidy annoiying!' whined the same thickly accented voice.

'yes- yes you said-,'

'-I meain, what's the point of triees?'

'yes-now-'

'-wheire's all the blooidy paiper, what's the point of having theim if theiy're noit choipped doiwn foir blooidy paiper!'

'may I interrup-'

'And thait blooidy sky! Thait bluie colouir maikes me naiuseous!'

'-yes YES! All that blooidy country stuff. NOW CAN I speak!'

Caitlin started slightly at the exclamation made by someone from below, thankfully lacking the annoying accent of the first. She could just make out a maximum of 12 variously different shaped, gender, sized and clothed humans seated in a ring about 15 metres down at the bottom of the small cliff. At the centre of the ring was a campfire. It was definitely a campfire and not an ordinary fire, as the logs were arranged in the typical tee-pee fashion with a neat circle of stones surrounding it, and someone was holding a guitar.

Legolas was staring down in horror at the congregation of people, their dress sense was absolutely appalling.

The ranting of the 'thickly accented person' stopped immediately.

'Thank you!' Caitlin nodded approvingly, the speaker was obviously the leader of the small band of ridiculously dressed people, she (yes a she, Caitlin could tell as she was a lot less hairy than some of the others) showed such authority and had a slight aura of power about her. 'Now, why are we here? Many of you are probably thinking.' There was the typical grumble of agreements one always finds after a general question everyone is thinking is stated. 'We are here amongst this "Blooidy aiweful coiuntry stuff"' She paused to glare at the 'thickly accented person', 'because we are stuck here, and we feel marginalized, dispriveliged, and unwelcome by this worlds native inhabitants!' There were more typical grumbling of agreements, this time the type one always finds after a general opinion everyone is thinking is stated.

Caitlin was surprised, these were not normal people, did the lady not say 'unwelcome by this worlds native inhabitants'? They also had strange accents and weird clothing and hairstyles (someone amongst the crowd had electric blue hair).

'Just this morning an elf from that prestigious school came up to me and said 'you smell' right to my face. Then, he had the audacity to state 'like a snotty immigrant human'. I'm sorry, but, I just don't think I can work under these conditions. In fact, I don't think I should have to work at all, or have to meet in secret to avoid consequences! Why should we be forced to work for these so called natives? They say we have to because we are illegal immigrants from an unknown world, and they do not listen…listen when we tell them that we did not want to be here in the first place!' There were more outcries of agreement, and one person said 'I did' but was purposely ignored by the rest. 'I say we have had enough of this!' more outcries, this time growing even more enthusiastic. 'I say we should stand up to these timeless oppressors! I say we should organise,' she paused, the crowd was enthralled in silence, waiting with baited breath for the end of the sentence. So were Caitlin and Legolas. '…organise a revolution!' The whole crowd, consisting of the twelve people, erupted into shouts of excitement and agreement. Glorfindal, who had been listening from the tree tops, was so enwrapped in the moment he shouted in agreement too. Caitlin froze waiting for the band of people below to notice, however they were far too taken up in their own moments to do so.

Caitlin couldn't help but snigger, there were only twelve of them, how could they possibly stand up to an entire school of 'training to be elf wardens' 'delinquents' and 'softies'?

'We have over 5000 fellow earthlings spread out over this 'middle country', and you are their representatives.' Caitlin gasped. 'We have a chance to turn this world upside down with chaos!' the crowd really was excited now. 'We have a chance! Then we will find our way out of this this hell and teach that director/dictator a lesson!' more excitement, 'Finally, I have just one more thing to say…. UP YOURs JACKMAN!' The crowd broke into screams of triumph.

Caitlin had to pull away, she had never seen so much pent up aggression, not even in herself. Hers was just aggression, or sadistic behaviour, it was not so raw and hateful as that!

She glanced at Legolas, he was nearly white with surprise. He had never heard someone use so many italic sounding words in a speech. He found it really portrayed how hate filled she was feeling, he also found it, in a strange way, a little inspiring. He swallowed loudly, it was not a gulp, just a way to show his slight nerves at being in a place where around 5000 people were going to expel those italic words and pent up rage.

Well, Caitlin thought on the bright side, she wasn't going to have to bust up that school, the earthling mary-sues would do that for her. They had a few mary-sues working for her father's people back at home,(a few meaning around 500), that was bad news for them, there was so much rage in amongst that small group Caitlin just new that would have an impact, even with a ratio of 1 mary-sue to 150 elves. Caitlin almost felt sorry for her family, almost…. Wait one second, that wasn't the bright side, she enjoyed making people's lives a living hell, she wasn't just going to let some 5000 other people spoil the fun for her!

Wow, somehow, she was going to have to put a stop to this, to do something nice and warn someone. Well, not something nice, as she was really only saving the fun for herself. She looked at Legolas with a grin, he was looking back with a mischievous glint in his eyes, and a cunning smile. 'Are you thinking what I'm thinking?'

A/N End of chapter 12, 1153 words. Excellently fantastic wasn't it? the plot thickens (and you thought it wouldn't have one… cough) Please review! I WANT OPINIONS. MWHAHAHA

PS, who do you feel sorry for? the middle earthlings, or the mary-sues?