The Lands of Midlearth
By: DDR Freak
Chapter 2- Things Fall Into Place (splat)
Morgan blinked stupidly in the bright light. Once her eyes had adjusted to the abrupt change in illumination, she looked into the face of her rescuer. She then downright stared.
She had been saved by Lord Elrond.
He was nervous, and for good reason. The characters in Lord of the Rings had been sucked into Midlearth, and were partially stuck there. They almost had two lives; one in the real Middle-earth, and the other in Midlearth. Most of the time, they stayed in the Mary-Sued version of their characters, but every once in a while they would break free of the Sue powers. During this time they would do whatever it took to mutilate the already mutilated world. They tried to do the one thing the Mary-Sues would like them least to do.
Lord Elrond had most fortunately broken free of his bonds after one of the head Sues had summoned him. He wasn't completely sure, but he figured that Morgan had some part to play before the End.
"Uh…Lord Elrond?" Morgan asked hesitantly. "…erm…hello?"
"Oh…yeah…" Elrond muttered. "Blasted slang…it's been forced upon me…"
Morgan was completely lost.
"Um…question…?" Morgan asked, and raised her hand into the air, as if she was still at school. "Where are we?"
"You are in Midlearth," Elrond answered ominously.
"Middle-earth?"
"No, Midlearth," Elrond corrected. "Check the spelling."
"Ahh," Morgan nodded. "Got it."
Elrond then launched head-first into a long, explanatory speech. He told Morgan about how the Mary-Sues never truly died, but only were sucked back into their world, and waited for another chance to get back to Middle-earth. The entire plight was explained, and then Elrond put upon Morgan's shoulders one of the greatest burdens this side of the One Ring.
"You must get back to the true Middle-earth, contact the PPC, and destroy this world. Only you can do this."
"Thanks," Morgan said sarcastically, and ran her hand through her hair.
"Oh, just one more thing…"
Too late. She noticed. Her hands and wrists were a pale, creamy white. Her usually chipped nails were long and manicured… Then, they flickered back to Morgan's usual lightly toasted hands with the chipped nails…
"I'm turning into a Sue!" she cried, horrified. She stared for a moment longer, and then looked up at Elrond with an incredible fury on her face. Immediately after that, she fainted dead away.
***
She awoke to 'Welcome to the Jungle'. How this happened, she didn't know, and she didn't particularly want to know. Then, she bolted upright.
'In the Jungle…Welcome to the Jungle…'
"Waking up to Axl Rose's voice was not the most brilliant idea!" Morgan said, her voice shaking a bit.
"Would you rather have heard 'Thriller'? After all, it is on this CD."
"Guns and Roses is good," Morgan amended, not questioning how Elrond knew about CDs.
Sighing, she stood up.
"What must I do?"
She was instructed to find a Gate. The Gate didn't have much of a defined shape. Elrond had never seen it, only heard of it. Through it there would be a soft hint of Canon. Since Morgan, like all PPC agents, had a good idea of what felt like Canon and what didn't, the Gate was sure to stand out like a red flag, in all fairness. Well, that was in all fairness, and that didn't apply to Midlearth.
"You will do this, right?" Elrond asked. "I don't have much more time, you know…"
"Hey, sure, why not?" Morgan cried. "All traces of sanity have been blown out already!"
"Great!" Elrond said happily. "Now, here's the one thing you must remember for this to go smoothly—…"
Suddenly, Elrond's eyes clouded over. He shuddered violently, and when he looked up again, he was not himself. He was far from himself.
"Who art thou, o lady fair?" he asked.
"Gak!" Morgan cried, and jumped backwards. "Sucky Olde English!"
"Come withest me, to-eth my Palace, and be my Queen!"
Morgan was horrified. "No, not that! Not Elrond!"
Thinking fast, she did the only thing the she was sure of. She bolted.
Run… run… run… run… run more, just for good measure…
When she stopped, the geography was very different. A forest had somehow sprouted right around her.
What the…?
It was a very creepy forest. There were large, ominous trees, and very little sunlight leaked through the leafy canopy. As she walked along aimlessly, roots jutted out of the ground and tripped her. Vines managed to twist themselves in her hair, and they wrapped tightly around her arms. In a short period of time, Morgan managed to get completely stuck and discombobulated in a thick patch of thorns. Somehow, she was half hanging from a vine, and half caught on inch-long thorns.
Great. Just great. Now what?
"Hey, babe, what's up?"
Who in the name of all that is Good and Holy is that?!
When Morgan looked up, she nearly had a triple heart attack. Legolas was standing there, bow in hand, looking at her expectantly.
Oh, shizzit. (It would not be the last time she said that!)
[A/N- See previous.]