One Mixed Up Mary-Sue Chapter 15, a lord of the rings fanfic

One Mixed Up Mary-Sue

Disclaimer: I do not own The Lord of the Rings.

Chapter Fifteen

Question for readers: Which member of the Fellowship would you most like to see in-character? Please note, as with almost all Mary-Sues, this is movie-verse.

Just a quick note: I've noticed two words that often get mixed up: quiver and quarrel. Now, I wanted to mention this because both appear in this chapter. A quiver is a case that is used to keep arrows. A quarrel is somewhat like an arrow, though it is shorter and has a square head. They are used in crossbows. For anyone who already knew that, good job. For anyone who didn't, well, you've learned something new today.

Emily struggled to keep her eyes open. The sun wasn't up yet, but she was awake and dragging her sorry carcass out of bed. She walked over to the vanity table in the room and grabbed a hair tie. Maybe all of the crap Susan had found was coming in handy-- but she only needed one. Pulling her hair back, she secured it with the hair tie.

And that's when she first noticed it-- them. She trailed off on a rather long (and quite loud) string of curses.

Emily calm down, no one likes a potty mouth!

'You want me to calm down? What the hell, voice?'

"Emily, what's wrong?" Erestor asked, pushing open the door. Nothing looked wrong, and a confused expression quickly found its way to his face. "Is something the matter?"

"Look," she said quietly, pointing to an ear. "What the fuck is this?"

"An ear," he supplied.

"Very funny," she said. "In case you hadn't noticed, they were not pointy when I got here! I have no idea how this happened, but it did."

"So you were yelling because?"

"I have too much pent up anger." She said, sitting down on the floor.

"And why would that be? Has it been that horrible here?" Erestor asked, sitting across from her on the floor.

"Yes! I've been stalked by two insane, raving lunatics. I've been told I have a new family. Oh, by the way, I'm leaving, most probably to my death, later today. Yeah, it's pretty bad."

"Where's your bag?"

"What bag?"

"You plan to bring absolutely nothing?"

"Um… I guess not."

"I'll go find you a bag, I can get-"

"Nah, I'll get Legolas and Aragorn to do it, I'm sure they would." As if they'd been listening for their names, the two were quickly fighting to be the first in the door. Aragorn promptly stepped on Legolas' foot, and was the 'victor' in their competition of sorts.

"What is it?" He asked.

"Can I help?" Legolas chimed in.

"That was creepy…" Emily said. Erestor nodded in agreement.

"We've been waiting outside your door since we woke up in case you wanted us." Legolas said, happy as ever.

"Uh… that's great. Now, you guys get to do something for me since I'm a lazy ass. I need a bag of stuff. You know… like… help me out here."

"Extra clothing would be good; you'll need something warm, a good pair of boots; which I doubt that you will be able to find." Erestor said.

"We can find boots!" Aragorn insisted.

"Yeah, we can find boots!" Legolas agreed.

"What are you going to do, steal them?" Erestor asked.

"That is exactly what we will do!" Legolas shouted. The two left the room in an angry mood, determined to find a pair of boots.

"Well, that is one way to get things done," Erestor said.

"I'm going outside; I want to test a theory." Emily said, standing. She pulled on her running shoes, stretched out her arms, and pushed open the door. It was cool in the hallways, and dark. The sun wasn't up yet, and it was difficult to see.

"Does this theory involve anything potentially harmful?" Erestor asked. "I've heard you're quite dangerous with any sharp objects."

"Hey!" She protested. "I totally missed that guy! If I'm right, I won't miss again."

"Should I be afraid for my life?"

"No, just mildly concerned."

"Emily, you're just going to end up hurting yourself… or me for that matter." Erestor said.

"I'll be fine," she said. "Anyways, it's not like I'm aiming near you." She tightened her grip on the bow that she held, and drew back as far as she could.

"Emily, you're going to hurt yourself like that," Erestor warned her.

"It's fine," she insisted. And with that, she released an arrow. And guess what? She did hurt herself. She dropped the bow and turned over her left forearm, which had been scratched by the bowstring as it flew forward. The skin had ripped, nothing deep, but enough to hurt.

"Holy crap!" Emily shouted, holding her arm.

"I told you that you would hurt yourself," Erestor said.

"You could have warned me that this would happen!" She shouted, biting her lower lip and trying to look away from her arm. So that was what the thing that Elladan had forced her to wear on her arm was for.

Ha-hah. That's for getting angry with me.

'I hate you, Sue. Just leave me the hell alone.'

"But now you know, and you won't make the same mistake again." Erestor said, shrugging.

"I hate you so much sometimes."

"I know, you've said that many times."

"Hey, look!" She pointed with her undamaged (right) arm. Erestor turned to look at the point of interest. The arrow had landed neatly in the center of the target.

"How did you-- what-- explain."

"I'm a Mary-Sue; Mary-Sues can do anything. And anything includes being competent with a weapon."

"Apparently so," he said, shaking his head in disbelief. Two days before, she had been positively horrible; Elladan and Elrohir had made that perfectly clear. It was inevitable; this could only mean one thing. "The apocalypse must be coming."

"Very funny," Emily said sarcastically. "Now, I'm thinking I should do something with my arm… Besides hurting like a bitch, the blood's going to get all over me, and Legolas and Aragorn are going to have seizures."

"Have fun explaining it to Lord Elrond."

"You know what? I think I can take care of this on my own."

"Emily! Emily!"

"That was quick," she said, turning to face Legolas. Aragorn followed him, but they weren't alone. Elladan and Elrohir followed after them, clearly annoyed.

"I made up a bag for you, but they," Legolas gestured to the twins, "said it was bad and made me redo it." He pouted, and handed her the bag.

"I'm sure you wouldn't have appreciated the clothing he had, Eru knows how, found for you." Elladan (or was it Elrohir? Now that they wore different clothes, she couldn't tell them apart) said.

"I'm sure. What's in there now?" Emily asked.

"Not much," Elladan (was it Elladan?) said. "You can look through it later, you're late."

"We must leave with all haste!" Aragorn announced abruptly. He grabbed her wrist and pulled her along.

"Now get going, you freeloaders. I'm sick and tired of putting you all up here," Elrond said, waving them off.

"Well," Emily said, shifting the bag over her shoulder. "It was nice to meet you guys. And, though I greatly doubt it, maybe I'll see you again."

"Here, I found these in the kitchen. I have no idea how old they are, but they're all yours." Lindir said. He handed her a small package wrapped in cloth.

"Thanks," she said, taking the package from him.

"I don't have anything for you," Elrohir (she'd sorted it out earlier-- Elrohir was in red, and Elladan in brown) said. "But you're wearing my boots."

"Well then, I guess I owe you one, then." Emily said smiling. She fished around in her bag for her running shoes. Once she found them, she handed them to him and smiled. "There you go. I have big feet, so they should fit fine."

"Um… thank you." He said, reluctantly taking the shoes.

"Here," Erestor said, handing something to her. "I think you'll need it."

"I don't think I even need to ask what it is." She said as she slipped the guard onto her forearm and over the sloppy bandage she'd put on it. "Tie?" She held her arm out and got him to tie the laces.

"What is he doing?" Glorfindel asked, looking at Elrond in confusion.

"I have no idea…" Lindir said with a similar look on his face.

Lord Elrond was currently walking towards them, carrying what looked like more than his own body weight in weapons. He had everything from broadswords to kitchen knives. He also had both a bow and a crossbow.

"Emily, this is all for you," Elrond said. He started handing her weapons, and before too long, she was finding it difficult to stand. She'd been laden down with not one, but two swords, a bow and full quiver, a crossbow and quarrels, and more knives than she could count.

"A little help?" she asked. Elrohir grabbed some of the things from her hands. "Thank you." She grabbed the lighter of the two swords, the bow and the quiver. She put a pair of knives into her-- well, technically Elrohir's-- boots.

"Right then," Elladan said. "Take care of yourself."

"I'll try," Emily said. "Maybe I'll see you guys again sometime."

"We'll all miss you here," Erestor said. "Even if you were horrible at times, we will miss you."

"See, it's the comments like that that I don't know how to take." Emily said.

"Trust me," Glorfindel said. "It's one of the nicer things that he says."

"Alright then, I'm off. Bye, Joe!" She said, grinning. Erestor rolled his eyes, making Emily laugh. She hugged him quickly, and then was tapped on the shoulder by Legolas.

"Emily, we must leave, it is already past dawn." Legolas said, pulling her away from her friends. With a weak smile, she followed after him. Aragorn quickly got into an argument with Legolas. Emily threw a rock at each of them.

"Well, we're already off to a happy start," she said, shaking her head and following the group away from Rivendell.

I know it's short, but it was up in only one day! Next chapter coming soon!

Review Responses

Slayer3: Glad I was able to make you laugh, and I must agree about the greatness about Never Leave Fanfiction Lying Around. That story had me laughing like mad and basically dying waiting for updates.

CrazyTomboy: Sorry for the less funny-ness… I know this one wasn't very funny, either, but I had to get the plot moving and get Emily the heck out of Rivendell. I decided to make Arwen normal, because all of the time she gets written as either a complete bimbo, bitch, or mix of the two. She's an important character (in my opinion, many may disagree, though) and deserves more than being mutilated so that a Mary-Sue can get with Aragorn. So, I'm done ranting for now. And ice cream is always good. I got popsicles that have ice cream inside, they're awesome.

Laer4572: I want to have maybe one member of the Fellowship sane, but I'm not sure who to pick, they all have advantages and disadvantages. Once more, with Arwen, I wanted her normal because it just really annoys me when she's not in-character.