The awed hush following this introduction was finally broken by Prince Legolas of Mirkwood, who stepped forward and then got down on one knee, hand on heart. "My Lady! I am honoured to be in your presence. But, excuse me for saying this, haven't we met before?"

Lady Vethedwath smiled kindly and nodded. "Yes. You once saw me after I slayed the Mary Sue posing as your twin sister."

"'twas only for a moment, My Lady; yet now I can thank you. You did a great service to Mirkwood."

"I've seen you before as well!" Frodo suddenly burst out. "You stopped me from marrying a girl who was as adventurous as me, and had a penchant for wearing breeches."

Lord Elrond inclined his head. "Aye, Lady Vethedwath has done a great service to all of Arda. Men, elves, dwarves, wizards, and hobbits alike. She has saved me from many of these 'Sues' posing as my third daughter."

"Lord Elrond," Vethedwath said gently, "You only have one daughter."

"Only one?" The Elf Lord looked puzzled. "But what about Amadalianafathinova?"

The Sue Slayer let out a barely audible sigh, scanned the surrounding area, and, quick as a flash, let one of her throwing knives fly.

There was a strangled shriek, and a she elf fell out of a nearby tree.

Lord Elrond shook his head to clear it. "Yes, thank you my dear."

"It was no trouble, My Lord."

"Now we can get back to the matter of hand. Bring forth the ring, Frodo."