Thank you again to everyone who has been following this story and all of Emily's series. This is the first and there are quite a few after this as well. Enjoy the next chapter, all shiny and updated for you.

One Mixed Up Mary-Sue

Chapter Two: Rise And Shine

"One, two, three!" That was all Emily heard before the horrible scratching noises of the heavy trunk she'd used to barricade the door being scraped against the floor. The chair she'd piled on top came clattering to the floor. Emily scrambled out of bed, grabbing the small knife that Glorfindel had given her off of her bedside table. Pushing herself back into a corner of the room, she stared at the door.

"Are you awake?" Legolas asked, popping his head through the doorway.

"Well now I fucking am!" Emily shouted, gripping the knife tighter.

"My lady!" Legolas stepped forward, over the fallen chair, hands raised and concern clear on his face. He didn't get too close, his gaze resting on the knife in her hand. "Why are you so upset?"

"What are you doing in here?" Emily countered, ignoring his question. Although no one had ever called it 'her' bedroom, there was something unnerving about someone bursting into whatever place you were sleeping.

"I came to see you," he declared. "For you are as perfect as the morning sunshine, which radiates just like your beauty."

"Oh, gross," Emily said. After two days without brushing, she could taste how bad her breath was; there was no morning beauty going on here.

"Prince Legolas, let the lady wake up!" In came a woman, shooing him out. With a defeated sigh and a promise that he would return, Legolas complied and left.

"Thank you," Emily said softly, allowing herself to relax a little bit.

"Is something the matter?" She was just as tall and otherworldly-looking as the rest of them: long blonde hair, dewy skin, and legs for days.

"Oh no, not at all; unless you count yesterday, that is. You know, showing up in this shiny room and being told some creepy guy is my dad. Then there's stalker boy, thanks for chasing him off."

"Prince Legolas?"

"Yeah, whatever," Emily said. "I see you're in on this insanity, too."

"I think he likes you." She grinned and stepped closer to Emily.

"Really, what was your first clue?" With a sigh, Emily put away the knife, sliding it into its small blade guard and pushing it into her pocket.

"Well, he-"

"That was sarcasm." Apparently Legolas wasn't the only stupid one here. "And who are you?"

"My name is Susan… Have you been wearing the same clothes since you got here?"

"I guess," Emily said with a frown. "I didn't really have any time to pack, what with being abducted in the middle of the night and everything…"

"You're not dressed properly!" Susan walked around to a large wardrobe and pulled open its double doors. Emily had briefly gone through the fancy contents the night before when she'd inspected the room for some sort of spying device.

"And that is proper?" Emiy asked, staring at the over-the-to, pastel peach dress that Susan was holding. She reached out and touched a piece of lace that was hanging off the dress' shoulder.

"This was made specially for you," Susan explained. "Your father had a whole wardrobe commissioned for you.

"I- I don't think this will fit me…" Emily contended, pulling her hand away. "And that freak is not my dad!"

"Don't be silly, of course it will! It was made special for you!" Susan put up a good argument, but Emily could tell that she wasn't quite convinced.

After some arguing, Emily had been given at least enough privacy to change into a clean, thin linen underthing. Emily would have called it a slip, but it wasn't quite so sleek as anything she'd seen before. Susan turned around to face her, looking mildly pleased.

"Okay, come now," Susan said, picking up the peach dress. "Just step into it." She held the dress out, and Emily obediently did as she was instructed and stepped in. Susan's smile faltered when the dress refused to go up over Emily's hips.

"One little tug," Susan said, trying to work it up past Emily's hips. But the thing just plain wasn't going to budge.

"I think we're done here," Emily said, pushing the dress down off and stepping out.

"Here, try this," Susan said, bunching it up, and tugging the dress down over Emily's head. Of course, that went about as well as stepping into it had gone. Susan had managed to pull it just over Emily's shoulders, but the thing was just too tight. Emily squirmed, trying to free herself.

"Damn it, get this thing off of me!" Emily shouted. The dress, trapped as it was on her shoulders, prevented her from lifting her arms to pull it off.

"My Lady Emily!" She couldn't see, but Emily heard the door swing open and Legolas shout out in a worried voice. "Are you being attacked? I heard your cries for help!"

"Get out!" Emily screamed, thankful for the underdress that at least covered her to her knees. Olefin quickly ushered him out of the room, closed the door, and returned to work on getting the dress off of Emily.

They eventually settled on a very simple gray dress that Olefin said reminded her of something one would wear to clean the floors. But it was made to be roomy, and fit Emily comfortably enough. The skirt was too long, but Olefin managed to pin it up so that Emily wouldn't be tripping. She tugged a brush through Emily's hair and eventually looked pleased enough. With a promise that she would have Emily's old clothes washed, Olefin finally took her leave.

Emily stared at her reflection. Olefin was right, she did look frumpy enough, but she was just so happy to be in something clean. This did not mean she was okay with this damn cult life by any means, though. Or whatever the hell was going on here.

She was roused from her thoughts by a knock at the door. The dress had two deep pockets, and Emily tucked the knife into one, instantly feeling much better. "Come in," she called.

"Emily! Would you like to come walk with me?" Legolas asked, entering the room much more cautiously this time.

"No!" Emily asserted. "I think I've already seen enough of you for one day!"

"Emily! I thought you were in trouble! My heart ached to hear you in distress!"

"Fine," Emily eventually relented, following him. "But don't touch me."

"Wonderful!" Legolas said with a grin. He made a motion to reach out for her hand, but stopped himself, and just walked along beside her. He led her through twisting hallways until they were finally stepping out into the warm sunshine.

"You look beautiful," he remarked. "That shade of gray truly brings out your… erm… well… you look very bright in comparison."

"Wow, what a wonderful compliment." Emily retorted dryly. Her mind was made up; she was going to make a break for it.

Mustering all of her strength, Emily swung her entire body towards him. Childhood hockey lessons paid off and she delivered a strong shoulder check, forcing him to the ground. She took off at a sprint, sure that he could run faster, but maybe he'd be surprised enough to give her a head start. She'd never taken herself for a thief, but desperate times called for desperate measures.

Emily ran as hard as she could, and with Legolas in such a dazed state, she felt like she just may escape him. Her heart was pounding, and she could nearly taste freedom when someone stumbled right into her path. They collided and Emily found the wind nearly knocked out of her as she fell backwards onto the ground.

Regaining her bearings, Emily peered at what had obstructed her path. It was Glorfindel. He wasn't getting up. Damn it. She heard Legolas running behind her, calling her name. She gently tried to shake him awake, not wanting to leave him if he was actually hurt. Was she insane? He was in on this shit! But he'd been nice to her! Cursing herself, she waved at Legolas and shouted for him to bring help.