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Rabid Rabbit's Rampage: How am I still alive... how many people have asked me that question? Well, the truth is, I'm immortal. I've decided that every person like myself that writes a fake Mary Sue story is immortal, so I can't die... yet. Maybe I'm not immortal; I have no idea, but I'm not dead yet, for SOME reason... One of the few anti-Sue stories out there, I'm afraid. I think one of my reviewers is writing one now...

Arndis: Suspicious? Well, maybe... and Lindsey isn't exactly a baseball bat person... more of a slice-them-down-with-a-sword person. Not that she would MURDER them, by any means...

Bullseye-Fanatic: Like I said, NOT TOMATOES! UNRIPE FRUIT TO BRUISE THEM AND SHATTER THEIR OH-SO-LOVELY FACES! Okay, sorry, ya'll... random need to inflict pain on Mary Sues rising up in me again... but I'll bide my time.

MademoiselleSilver: Oh, it hurt me SO MUCH to write that stuff about Aragorn... but then I figured, hey, I wouldn't want her to LIKE Aragorn, because then I'd have something in common with her...

RoonilWazlib42: A s'more? For me! Oh, yay! Sugar! Don't worry, Lindsey will do soooo much more... yay! Yeah, I hate that too... it's like Katie Holmes saying she would marry Tom Cruise when she was a girl, then growing up and actually doing it.. it's just GROSS. I think I'm beginning to become immune to this disgusting Mary Sue sickness. Or, maybe not. I still feel the strong desire to throw up while writing it, so nix that immune part.

Shadow Valkyrie: Like I said, I did think about it, but totally nixed the idea.

Slayer3: You likey? Me glady.

Cowgirl4Christ: Sam and Aragorn are some of my MOST favorite characters(though I love them all) and I couldn't bear to turn them into brainless Faith-loving machines. Notice that this is the very reason the other members of the Fellowship rarely, rarely talk. But soon, my plan will come into action! My plan to... whoops! Almost gave it away there. :) Can't be doing that.

Zelscar: Don't fear for him! Remember, he is (soon-to-be) King of Gondor, and, "talented" though Faith might be with weapons, he will always overcome!

Anondemousse: Gag-worthy. Such a fitting description.

Avalon's mists: Well, I think I have several other people that would really like to help destroy her, so you might need to share.

Fili: Still love the review, dearie!

To all my new reviewers(On the previous chapters, those who just now reviewed) thanks to you all!

Chapter 10

Yes, This Disgusting Fic Has Dragged On For Ten Chapters

God Help Us All

I've just noticed that I've started to write those little mini-titles under the proper chapter title. I really should stop, but I can't help it. Adds a nice bit of... something, doesn't it?

It was very dark. Dark, and rather cold, too. Lindsey clutched her jacket around her and clicked on her flashlight in order to see.

Her relative's basement was seemingly immaculate, with no partially unpacked boxes or old toys and possessions strewn about the floor.

She looked around for a few moments, then turned back to the box on the wall. In the box, though Lindsey had no idea as to its proper name, were a series of switches that led to the power in each of the respective rooms. Luckily, the switch that turned the power off in Rebecca's room had been blatantly labeled, Rebecca's Room.

Resolutely, she switched it to the ON position. Her cousin would be asleep by now, she just knew it. She had been waiting in the basement for two hours, after leaving the hotel room. The room where Lindsey and her family were staying was only a few blocks away, so she had taken a room key and snuck out. It was a safe neighborhood, so she didn't fear danger. Then again, she was much too set on what she had to do to worry about being kidnapped or something. It had taken her a while to open the window leading down into the basement, but if she completed her mission, it would be worth it.

Slowly she crept up the stairs and into the hallway, pausing every few moments to make sure she made no noise to wake the house.

Slowly, ever so slowly, Lindsey made her way up the stairs and finally, after many minutes, arrived at her cousin's door. It was not fully closed. Good.

Lindsey clicked off her flashlight; Rebecca's lamp was still on, spilling light into the room. The girl pushed a bit on the door and immediately stopped, wincing at the loud cre-eaking noise. She held completely still for a minute or two, then tried again. The door creaked, but not so much. Idly Lindsey wondered if her cousin had ever heard of WD-40. As soon as she thought it, she laughed inwardly. Her prissy cousin, oiling door hinges? That would be a sight to see.

She was safely in the room. Lindsey needn't have worried about the light from the lamp waking her cousin; Rebecca wore one of those ridiculous night blindfolds over her eyes.

Nevertheless, Lindsey clicked off the lamp and crossed the room to the desk. Booting up the computer, she sat down and looked around her. There was even more Orlando Bloom stuff than she had realized. The posters, obviously, were everywhere, but Lindsey hadn't noticed them on the ceiling before. The mouse pad had a large picture of Legolas on it, there was a rug in the shape of a head with his face on it, and the bed was adorned with Legolas blankets and sheets.

Had she not been in such a hurry, Lindsey would have rushed to the bathroom to throw up. As soon as the computer was fully started, she started tapping as quietly as she could. In a matter of seconds she was perusing her cousin's WordPad files. There were a series of them that Lindsey figured must be related to the awful story... LEGGYROMANCE, ROMANCE, ROMANTIC, LEGGYISROMANTIC, and so on. Unfortunately, most of the files there had similar titles, so the poor teenage Lord of the Rings fanatic had the unhappy task of having to open them one by one and skim the first couple of sentences to find out what they contained.

In five minutes, she had deleted three chapters of the story, and many, many others documents that held such disgusting romantic sentiment involving 'Leggy' that Lindsey destroyed them at once, even if it had nothing to do with her cousin's story.

Four more chapters to go. When she had deleted it on Fanfiction, the count had said seven chapters.

With every chapter that Lindsey looked at, she felt that much more nauseated. Soon, she would be done. Soon...

When she couldn't stand it anymore, she decided to simply delete every document in the bunch. Sure, her cousin would probably figure out that it was Lindsey who had done it, but so be it.

Rapidly, she started deleting them, but even while she was destroying the disgusting "romance" stories, some of them with Rebecca as the heroine, there was a nagging thought at the back of her mind. She'll write more. What's to stop her, after all? Even if you destroy what there already is, she'll keep writing... and writing... and writing.

Couldn't they ever overcome completely, the Sue Haters? No. It seemed they were outdone by the Sue writers. Lindsey was done; the story was destroyed. But not completely. In the dark recesses of Rebecca's mind, there was more. And she most likely had a hard copy around here somewhere.

But she had done what she came to do. She would have to leave it at that, for now. It was only a matter of minutes before something disastrous happened, like either her Aunt or Uncle waking up, or worse still, Rebecca waking up.

With a heavy weight upon her shoulders, Lindsey clicked the lamp back on, left the room and snuck back out of the house, walking slowly on her way back to the hotel. No! How could something so evil be so impossible to destroy? She thought of The Lord of the Rings. Sauron had seemed impossible to destroy, but he had been destroyed. The Fellowship had just had to figure out how to complete their mission.

But, Lindsey thought, rather bitterly, at least they knew how to destroy the evil. I don't have a clue!

The next morning when Rebecca woke up, the first thought on her mind was, naturally, her story. She noticed that her lamp was on and her Orlando Bloom screensaver was running across the computer screen, so the power was back on.

She giggled happily as she showered and dressed, eager to post the new chapter and see her reviews. Almost giddy with excitement, she hurriedly logged on to her computer and went immediately to Fanfiction, her need to see new reviews growing with each second.

She went to the Stats page and screamed at what she saw.

It was empty. Quickly, she went to the Stories page, and promptly screamed again.

None Found

There are currently no stories archived under your account.

She read it three times, but refrained from screaming again.

Tears sprang into Rebecca's eyes, and she bit her lower lip. Her story! Her reviews! Gone! Gone! How could they be gone? They had just been there!

Lindsey... Lindsey had been in here, looking at her files! But, no, it had still been there after Lindsey had gone.

Rebecca froze. Lindsey was in the house! No! No, that was silly. Rebecca's parents had recently bought the best security system money could buy. But wait! It hadn't been installed yet!

The girl's brow knit in frustration and anger, but she immediately smoothed out the skin. She couldn't cause a wrinkle to blemish her perfect skin! If she knit her brow, when she was thirty she would have so many icky wrinkles!

She drummed her fingernails against her desk, thinking.

There was a copy of her story somewhere... under her bed! That was where she had put it!

Rebecca jumped up from her chair and dived under her bed, sorting through the array of junk until she found the neon purple folder. Hurriedly, she took it to her printer and scanned the story back into her files. She would show that nasty little creep! She would conquer!

Within the hour, Rebecca's story, all but the most recent chapter, Chapter 8, which the teenager had not printed off, was back on fanfiction, and the smug little grin was back on Rebecca's face.

She began to re-type Chapter 8, only she couldn't remember it exactly, so it turned out different, but she had done it! Hurriedly she posted it.

Now her entire story was back on fanfiction. Lindsey would pay for this! Just wait till she told her parents... Rebecca smiled, almost evilly. Her cousin would pay, oh, how she would pay.

Maybe she wouldn't get as many reviews, but her old reviewers would return to her story. Rebecca decided to type up Chapter 9 while she was at it. Her story would be the best! She would have hundreds-nay, thousands of reviews!

Chapter 9

The next day dawned beautifully, Faith thought, and Legolas agreed with her completely. That stuffy Aragorn person, was, thankfully, silent most of the morning while the Fellowship ate and broke camp. He and the other stuffy man, Boromir, stood talking in low voices for many minutes.

Legolas mounted with Faith, keeping her steady with an arm around her waist. She still looked a bit weak and frightened, so he figured he could comfort her.

Not five minutes into the journey Faith was asked to sing a song. She obliged, but, surprisingly, none of the Hobbits, not even Frodo, who had the widest musical appreciation of any of them, liked it.

Gimli muttered something about how pretty girls never had much talent for anything, but it was said under his breath and out of hearing range of Legolas. Not that Legolas would have heard, anyway, as he was too enraptured by Faith's song, accompanied by her beauty.

"That pesky Fellowship!" Rebecca said to herself. "How can they not love Faith?" The teenage girl seemed to be constantly forgetting that she was controlling the Fellowship's behavior.

After a few stolen kisses, Legolas asked Faith to sing again. A few of the Hobbits groaned, and Gimli muttered to himself again.

Faith sang yet another romantic ballad, which Legolas loved and the rest of the Fellowship ignored. Several songs later, the Hobbits were grouped together, whispering, and Gimli was constantly rolling his eyes.

After that, Faith sang no more. It seemed the Fellowship's fondness for her was dwindling, and the thought saddened her greatly. However, the feel of Legolas's lips against hers wiped away the hurt somewhat.

Faith had no idea where they were, and she didn't care as long as Legolas was there beside her. She didn't even really know where they were going anymore, she was so hopelessly in love. The very thought of Legolas refused to let her think of anything else, even the Fellowship not adoring her any more.

"Sometimes I really hate the Fellowship," Rebecca said aloud. "Except for you, Legolas," she said in apology to her posters. She then proceeded to stare at the posters for ten minutes straight, re-memorizing every single bit of Legolas/Orlando Bloom's face.

Suddenly she shook herself. "My story!" She exclaimed, remembering what she had been doing.

After a few hours they decided to stop and rest for a while. Faith pulled Legolas's hand in the direction of a convenient forest, and he followed gladly.

She wrapped her arms around his neck and he placed his hands around her small waist, and there in that quaint little forest they kissed for several minutes without stopping. They took a small break of a few seconds before joining lips again, and this is how Gandalf found them.

He coughed, but the two lovebirds didn't hear him. Uncomfortable, he looked at the ground and coughed again-louder this time. Legolas, whose back was to the Wizard, didn't turn, and Faith looked irritably past her love to Gandalf who had interrupted their kissing session.

"Food's ready," he said simply, and left.

"The only food I need is your kisses," said Faith, and Legolas nodded in agreement.

Glad that the couple had not decided to join them, Gandalf, who had luckily regained his senses, returned to the group.

"We should have left them both in Rivendell," someone muttered, lowly enough that no one was sure who it was. Everyone nodded in agreement to the statement.

"At first, it was a bit amusing, and she seemed to sing well," Boromir began.

"But now... she's become a nuisance. And that horse! If she's to continue with us, we'll have to leave the horse behind at some point." The man of Gondor continued.

"Do we even want her with us?" This came from the group of Hobbits.


"Has she been any aid to us at all?"

While Legolas and Faith kissed in the forest, the rest of the Fellowship sat, eating and talking about what to do.

"How could they not want Faith with them?" Rebecca cried as she finished typing the chapter.
"She's a brilliant girl, after all!"

As she posted the chapter, her head was shaking. "The Fellowship has got to go." She said to herself, trying to figure out how. She hadn't liked the Fellowship in the movies, as they had taken away the focus from the true star, Legolas. And the annoying little Hobbits! With how often you see them on screen, you'd think the story was about them, or something.