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Vethedwath gathered the shivering hobbits close to her – not because they were cold, but because they'd recently had a horrible Sue scare involving an illicit affair with Pippin, Merry, Sam, Frodo, and Papadaliathainil, the Sue... all at once. But then they were hoping to bury that memory away with the horrible incident with Bill and the pony-sue...
Murmured voices drew Vethedwath's attention to the outskirts of the tight camp the Fellowship (plus Vethedwath) had formed to keep close in the darkness of Moria.
The slayer rolled her eyes and gently lay down the finally sleeping hobbits, picking up her dagger as she went to check it out.
She heard Legolas' tearful voice coming out of the gloom.
"It all started when I was a young elfling. My father... he... he used to abuse me terribly. Call me names, let my older brother hit me..." He choked up at this point, and Vethedwath had to keep herself from gagging.
"It's all right, Leggy loo." A comforting, yet light and beautiful voice replied soothingly and sensuously. "Let it all out."
Pathetic sobs were heard. "He never understood me, he always made me go on scouting missions that left me in terrible danger, and only my dashing wits and cunning bravery got me out of the mess."
"But you survived, Legolas." The comforting, light, beautiful, soothing and sensuous voice said. "And you're here, with me."
The time had come. Vethedwath made her appearance, saying sweetly, "And I'm here too, what a coincidence." Before slitting her throat.
Legolas wiped his eyes hastily, leaping upright. "Why am I always the one in embarrassing situations?"