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Vethedwath breathed a sigh of relief upon reaching the outskirts of Lothlorien and rubbed her temples. Having to explain her reasons for apparently killing Gandalf, plus killing the ninety-odd Evanescence-singing emo Sues that had popped up wanting to take advantage of the angst-fest that was Gandalf's death, had left the slayer with a splitting headache.
(A/N: I know that's a fragmented sentence. So sue me)
Vethedwath gave an annoyed glance at the Author's note, and then threw one of her daggers straight upwards. The author responsible gave a strangled shriek, and with a last gasp of "I luv u legsy!", she was gone.
Just before entering the forest, Vethedwath paused to do a few stretches, limbering up her arms and giving herself a pep talk. She was bound to run into a lot of Sues here, from Galadriel's-daughters; to lost Earthlings taking refuge in Lothlorien, despite the Galadhrim's notorious distrust of strangers.
Sure enough, they'd barely passed the threshold of the trees before they were confronted by a border patrol.
"The dwarf breathes so loud – " The female voice trailed off into a gurgle, and Haldir, looking slightly bewildered, stepped forward and continued "We could have shot him in the dark."
They were swiftly led to a Talan, where Aragorn and Haldir (occasionally joined by various female elves who were dispatched one by one by the cranky Vethedwath) had a whispered argument.
Finally, they were blindfolded and led to Caras Galadhon, Vethedwath taking particular pleasure in dispatching the Sues that thought they could get away with joining them while the Slayer was distracted.
Vethedwath snorted at the thought. As she had told the last one while beating its head in: "Just because I am blindfolded, it does not mean that my other four senses are not working perfectly!"