Disclaimer: I do not own Lord of the Rings.
Summary: See previous chapters.
A/N - Someone told me that my last version of this chapter lacked detail and didn't make much sense. So, here is the version that was not written at 3 a.m.
A/N#2 - I got an e-mail complaining about how I had made Lothiriel too evil and how she was out of character. To answer that and any future complaints: I needed a cannon character that had a motive for being evil but without slaughtering the character and messing up Tolkien's work. Lothiriel is given a sentence or so in the Appendixes as having wed Eomer. That gave Revenge as a motive and I was trying to portray her as someone who had no idea what she was getting into to get what she wanted until she was way out of her depth. Sorry if you got the wrong impression, but that is just how I wrote it.
Chapter Thirteen
Arwen, Natasha and Eowyn kept a firm hold on their respective spouses as they moved away from Laer's room.
The sun was shining, the birds were singing and they had finally managed to hook Boromir up. As Faramir had said, this proved that he was not proverbially married to his sword.
It was times like this that one could almost forget about the threat of the Mary-Sues.
Almost. Then a messenger showed up with a letter concerning the aforementioned threat.
Mary-Sues on the march. Will be here in a week or less, depending on powers. Younger Army mobilized. Waiting for orders.
Natasha sent the messenger away to get rest and food as someone let out a vivid obscenity. She closed her eyes and took a breath as she spoke to one of the near by guards. "Send Crown Prince Elfwine to me please. I need to speak with him. Then locate my eldest brother and do the same. We will be in the King's study."
The guard saluted and left. The others left for Eomer's Study.
Today was swinging between becoming one of the top ten best and worst days of his life. was Boromir's main thought as he and Laer made their way to his Brother-in-Law's study.
He had suffered through several hours of supposedly good-natured teasing from Aragorn, Faramir and Eomer. Things had soared to the heavens when he had visited Laer, only to be interrupted by an urgent summons from his sister.
Worse yet, an official summons from Natasha lately meant something to do with the Mary-Sue problem. And ever since Laer had begum competing with Natasha for placing at the top of the Mary-Sue's 'People To Kill' list, Boromir's worry on the subject had somehow managed to move up several notches. Just when he thought it couldn't go any higher, too.
Judging by the grave faces in Eomer's study, it was something to do with the anticipated Mary-Sue attack. He was right. The Worst Scenario had come to pass: Mary-Sues were on their way, and it would be the adults, but the children of Arda who would fight.
The only bright side, as far as everyone hoped, was the hope that children would be under-estimated, meaning that the Mary-Sue army would not suddenly become Middle-Earth's greatest warriors in a heart beat.
Laer and Natasha only hoped that none of the Mary-Sues had been so absurd as to become a Jedi or Force-Sensitive. They had not voiced this, not having time for explaining the questions that would follow such a comment, such as what a Jedi was in the first place.
The dimmly-lit side in the affair was that Ben, Ryan, Sarah and Alice would be going as well, to infilterate the ranks. As Eomer had said (supposedly out of his wife's hearing range) "If those four don't drive them insane, nothing will. Besides, this makes them someone else's problem."
Natasha (unfortunatly not as far away as he had hoped) had agreed and added that: "I think that we are due for some luck as it is. Maybe the Mary-Sues will get so irritated by them that at least one will suddenly develop the power to send them back to their world."
Elfwine was understandably pale. He would be one of those leading, and his first encounter with Mary-Sues had not made him wish for a second. He pushed his anxieties away by focussing completely on what his father, uncle, and King Aragorn were saying in regards to instructions and battle plans.
One thing at a time. Just keep breathing…
Elfwine had long ago decided that he hated the sound of battle. The sound of bodies hitting the ground, the hiss of arrows and the clash of metal upon metal and the shouts and screams.
Now he sat in the command tent, going through the results now that the battle had been finished. There had been minimal losses, all things considered, and the Mary-Sues had come off a lot worse than they had. It had probably helped that the younger children had been liberally doused with sugar a minute before the battle. As someone had pointed out, even the legendary stamina of the elves was unable to compare with young children on a sugar-high.
They were lucky, in a sense, he supposed. Various theories had been right, the Mary-Sues had been unprepared to fight children, and the shrieks of "Pint-sized menace!" and "Unhand me, you little fiend!" were slightly amusing, in a twisted sense.
Another helpful factor was when Eowyn and Natasha's speculation had come pass and several of the Mary-Sues had tried to become Entwives in order to recruit the help of the Ents and Hurrons. It had backfired spectacularly, the Ents being overjoyed to have 'found' them and now refusing to let them go anywhere for fear that they would be lost again. Even a few of their fellow Mary-Sues had found it funny.
Eomer and Natasha had also been right about the Mary-Sues reaction to the four from Earth. After discovering that Elfwine, Saranna and Theodred were not going to hand over the Mary-Sues'Lust-Objects in exchange for their captured not-so-beloved-as-the-Mary-Sues-might-have-hoped aunts and half-uncle, and that Eldarion and Theodwyn remained un-affected either way, they had decided that killing innocent by-standers might not endear them to their chosen targets and had sent them back. They had not offered specifics as to how and no-one had felt like asking.
The Mary-Sues had finally sealed their own Doom when one of them had been arrogant enough to have created herself as a daughter of the Valar, ignoring the fact that the Valar did not procreate in that fashion, and the Powers That Be had found out.
Manwe and Varda, the supposed parents, had not been amused.
Eldarion and Celebrian were in the healer's tent, helping see to the wounded, while Theodred was helping to find the otherwounded and collect the dead. Saranna had enlisted several others and they were taking care of the smaller, slightly less urgent, details
Finally, the battle was over, and once the wounded had been seen to and the dead collected, they would be able to go home.
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A/N#3 - I really am very sorry for how long it took to get this up. Yes, I know it is short and I apologise for that, too. I was away in Tasmania, then I had Writer's Block on this story, and then I had accreditation at work and my Granddad died on the 24th of June, so I haven't felt much like writing.
That said, what do people think? Good, bad, tell me in a review.
Thanks, Nathalia