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Chapter 9:

"Talk about setting off," Isabel interrupted, still hacked off to the extreme. "Look at that." She pointed to the 'flying lessons' being given by Galadriel. She and Diana had awakened about two hours after being banished to the realms of sleepy-town and, between the two of them, wrestled Myth to the ground for her audacity.

Diana lost it this time, redundancies such as:

" Get some sleep," he stated laying on his cot.

" Can't," was my only reply.

" Well then try," he said pretending to be mad.

I rolled my eyes," you can't make me."

His laugh was quiet," I won't even try."

I laughed and closed my eyes trying to get some sleep. I didn't come easy but I finally got some.

driving her over the edge.

Which, as Myth pointed out later, weren't really redundancies, just rather disjointed sentences strung together to resemble a paragraph. However, they were sufficient to piss off a DORD agent, and that is an offense. Fortunately, the chapter transition caught the crazed female in mid-leap, and Ranna was not needed.

Myth managed to stay on her feet this time, by grabbing a tree, and blinked at the bustle going on around them.

" You must now harden your hearts if you wish to leave," Lord Celeborn said looking at the group.

He snapped his fingered and 8 cloaks were brought to the group. Then Lady Galadriel gave us each a parting gift. Borimir recieved a belt of gold. Merry and Pippin recieved two daggers. Legolas a new bow. Sam got soil from the ladies garden. And Frodo got a star in a glass bottle. Well I only talked about the 8.

Now when she came to me she had two gifts for me. " Here is jewel that came from an acient mountain. It collasped causing all the gems to scatter. This particular jewel will consentrate your powers at your enemy better and will strenghth them, " Galadriel said, " Now turn around."

She slipped the gem around my neck and fastened it. It dangled down to my chest. It was like a ruby. It was dark red color. Inside the gem was a golden flower. It was held in a ring of gold. reduced Diana and Isabel to brainless mush for a few moments. Myth escaped by virtue of dropping into fangirl mode over Haldir. When Isabel returned to normal brain-state, she directed a withering glare at Myth for escaping the horrid writing.

"What?" Myth asked. Isabel shook her head and continued to glare.

Diana returned to normal state soon thereafter, and the three of them gathered together behind a convenient bush to discuss upcoming plans.

"Ooh! Hawk!" Myth whispered, "She doesn't deserve a hawk, much less one given by the hand of Galadriel herself! Besides, I don't think hawks would adjust to a person that quickly."
Isabel sighed. "But since when is a Sue accurate?"

"Gorgamin? That's not in either of my Elvish dictionaries! When he's mine, he's going to be named Lorram."

Diana looked at her.
"What?" Myth asked, "It's Sindarin for 'dream wing'"

"I wasn't gonna say a word..." Diana's overly innocent look belied her stated intentions.

Isabel snapped her fingers in front of both of their faces. "Guys... we need to plan. I think. What've we got so far?" She should have been paying attention, but this story was playing hell on her mind.

"The hawk is mine." Myth snarled fiercely.
"No one's disputing that, Myth. How're we going to get rid of the other 'Sues, grab

the elves-" Diana interrupted.
"Grab elves?"
"Original characters that we're recruiting. Anyway, how're we gonna do that, grab the minis, and fix all the characters she's mutilated?"

Isabel sighed and flopped onto the ground. "I say we start with the least damaging and make our way up to RubyFlame one canon violator at a time." She draped an arm over her eyes. "There's so many, though..."

"There's only three." Diana said crossly.
"Only three? Only three?" Myth squeaked, looking at Diana as if she weren't sure the DORD woman was sane. Obviously, sanity is relative.
"You didn't come in at the beginning." Isabel informed her. "Three is a large number when dealing with Sues and their spawn." She sat up with a grunt and looked around at the others. "Let's go get the bit characters, and then we can rest for a bit. Sound good, or am I more insane than normal?" She looked at Diana as she said this.
"Umm... Maybe she's not the one to ask?" Myth suggested. The other agent's heads swiveled in her direction. "But, on the other hand... Make it so!" Myth affected a British accent, and took out Isabel's portal thingy, which she had appropriated from the aforementioned assassin by means unknown.
"Wait!" Isabel snapped, "CAD readings!"
"Oops..." Myth murmured. Isabel pointed the CAD at Celeborn.

Celeborn. Elf male. Lord of Lothlorien, father of Celebrian, etc., etc. Canon. Out of Character 23.7982793874... Isabel thwacked the CAD. 23.79.

"What?" You could hear the excess punctuation in Isabel's anguished cry.

"SHHH!" Diana snarled.

"Actually," Myth said thoughtfully, "He was kinda arrogant anyway…" Isabel glared at her. "Well, he was!" Myth snapped. Isabel was a little taken aback at the tone, but let it go.

"Does she ever do anything but 'state' things?" Diana asked, "Because I think I may write that down as a redundancy, since she says it AT LEAST EIGHTY-SEVEN TIMES!"

"I think I saw an 'asked' once," Isabel nodded at Diana. "It might have been lost on its way to a better story, though, so I'm not positive." She pushed herself to her feet and smiled at Myth. "We've gotten the CAD readings, so would you be so kind as to open a portal to..." she peered at the Words, "...Gringath and Pulroth?" She shook her head at the stupidity of the names.

"Yeah. Sure." Myth muttered. She fiddled with the buttons, and the portal opened up. The other two surged forward, only to be stopped by Myth's out-flung arm.
"What is it?" Diana inquired.
Myth turned, grinned, shouted, "Engage!", and leapt backwards through the portal.
Isabel and Diana traded looks. "That was...weird..." they said in unison. They grinned at each other, then linked hands and leapt backwards through the portal yelling, 'Engage!' Upon reaching the other side, they answered Myth's raised eyebrow with, "What? It looked like fun."

"You do realize that the quote was from Star Trek: the Next Generation, don't you? It's one of Picard's most famous lines."

"...nope. Still looked like fun." Isabel replied.

Diana winced. "Not Star Trek, please..."

Myth's A/N: Yay! Star Trek references! Whee! We're getting to the 'Sue extermination, really, we are, but we couldn't resist putting something in that has absolutely nothing of a 'Sue taint to it. Our beloved agents can be quite spontaneous, thank you very much. And the link really isn't working to get to the original fic, so we'll post it on our profile.

Isabel's A/N: It was fun, I don't care what anyone says. We're slowly approaching mutilation, y'all, thanks for sticking with us!