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Idrial; The First MST
Topic Started: Jul 12 2008, 11:27 PM (750 Views)
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Title: Idrial
Author: MackenzieW
Rating: T
Genre: MST, Humor
Text it is based on: Idrial by Saerwen the gondorian maiden
Characters: Mackenzie and Crew, HP bad guys, Boromir, Elrond, the Hobbits and some chick named Idrial.
Summary: The first time out, the gang gets a Mary Sue with eyes set on Boromir who learns she is half-Man, half-Elf.
Warnings: Bad grammar.

Idrial

So, here's the first MST we did for Voldemort. The story is owned by Saerwen the gondorian maiden. I don't own Quatre, Sai, Erik or the Harry Potter characters.

"Here Lies Spell Check..."

Narrator: A long, long time ago in a galaxy far, far away…
Mackenzie: That’s the Star Wars prologue.
Narrator: Which one? "A New Hope"?
Mackenzie: It’s Star Wars. Not “A New Hope”
Narrator: Sorry. Anyway…Last week in your own galaxy, a young fanfiction author and reader decided to spork a badfic. Unfortunately, her friend accidentally said the name of He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named. A pack of Death Eaters promptly kidnapped her and her other companions and brought them to their master.Mackenzie: Aren’t you dead?
Voldemort: Shut up.
Narrator: He decided that as their punishment, they would be locked up in some remote room in Malfoy Manor and be forced to read badfics for undetermined amount of time. These poor saps are: Mackenzie, our heroine.
Mac: Hey, Moldy-Voldy.
Remus Lupin, recently departed werewolf
Remus: But I’m not a ghost?
Sai, the Ronin Warrior of Trust with a fascination with sea life
Sai: There aren’t any fish here!
Quatre: The youngest Gundam pilot
Quatre: This isn’t good.
Erik, the Phantom of the Opera
Erik: Will…get…revenge…on…Pretty Boy.
And occasionally joined by Jareth, the Goblin King.
Jareth: Voldemort and I go way back.
Will they get out alive?
Mackenzie: I hope so.
Only time will tell.

“This sucks,” Mackenzie said, slouching on the bed provided for her. “I hate Voldemort.”

“Me too. Way to go, Remus,” Sai said, upset.

“Hey, how was I supposed to know the Taboo was still in effect?” Remus asked, upset. “He’s supposed to be dead!”

“Obviously, he had other plans,” Erik added, though he wasn’t quite as upset as the others. Mackenzie suspected it was because he was now far, far away from Raoul. “After all, sometimes characters don’t always bend to their author’s wishes. Right, Mackenzie?”

“Yeah,” she replied, absentmindedly. “Where’s that damn house elf with our food? I’m hungry!”

“You won’t be eating just yet, Miss Mackenzie,” Wormtail said, causing everyone to jump.

“Aren’t you dead too?” she asked.

“He will be,” Remus said angrily.

“You can’t ki-kill me, Remus,” Wormtail teased. “And I’ve come to tell you that the Dark Lord approaches.”

“I’ll throw a party,” Mackenzie replied sourly.

“Why thank you, Mackenzie,” Lord Voldemort said, gliding into the room. “I’ve come to explain some ground rules to you.” Quatre raised his hand. “Yes?”

“Um? Dark Lord, sir? Didn’t you already explain the rules to us?” he asked.

“Yes,” Erik added, “you know: you send us badfic, we read it, you see how long it takes us to break down into blubbering idiots. Sound familiar?”

Lord Voldemort chuckled, which was a discomforting sound. “Yes, I remember. But I wanted to reward you for each time you survive a badfic.”

“Reward us?” Remus asked.

“Yes. Let it be known that I, Lord Voldemort, am a merciful master.”

“Right,” they all said together.

Voldemort ignored them. “Now, I remember that the last time you sporked something, you awarded yourselves points. I want you to continue that and the person at the end of the fic who has the most points, wins a reward.”

“What’s the catch?” Mackenzie asked, eyes narrowed.

“There is no catch.”

“There is always a catch.”

“I assure you there is no catch,” Voldemort insisted. “I am trying to prolong your torture.”

“I think that’s a catch,” Quatre said. Voldemort stopped smiling and left the room. “What did I say?”

Before anyone could respond, a siren blared. It spun a green light, casting an eerie glow on the walls. “What is that?” Remus asked.

“We got badfic sign!” Mackenzie yelled over the noise. She pointed to a secret passageway. “Come on!”

They walked down the hallway, which was dark and wet. Mackenzie sneezed. “Great. Mold and mildew. Fan-bloody-tastic.”

“I think you’ve been watching Doctor Who too much,” Remus commented. They entered a room designed like a movie theater, including red plush seats.

“Ooh, reclining seats!” Mackenzie said. She and Quatre jumped into the two closest seats and leaned back. “Nice.”

A keyboard appeared on Mackenzie’s lap, including a web address for her to type in. Before them, a giant screen blinked to life, revealing her laptop’s background—a picture of her, some coworkers and the Jonas Brothers. “Cool, it’s a giant laptop!” Sai exclaimed.

Mackenzie typed in the address and Fanfiction.net popped up. “Oh god, it’s a Lord of the Rings sue. And a tenth walker!” she said, horrified. “Well, are we ready?” Everyone nodded. “Then let us begin.”

Mac: Our culprit today is Saerwen the gondorian's maiden
Sai: Which Gondorian?
Quatre: She didn’t capitalize Gondorian.
Remus: I sense trouble.
*Erik tightens his Punjab lasso*


Disclaimer: Sadly i
Mac: Capital

do not own anything to do with lotr
Mac: CAPITAL!

apart from my charectar
Mac: SPELL CHECK!

Idrial
Sai: Is that a real elf name?
Mac: I don’t know. I don’t pretend to be a master of Tolkien’s universe so I don’t mess with it.


sob,sob
Sai: Oh yes, we’re already crying in pain.
Erik: Professor Tolkien is crying over the upcoming massacre of his work.
Mac: Point Erik.


A/n: Please read and enjoy my first fic.
Mac: There’s the first warning sign.
Remus: The first?
Mac: Point Remus.


Second chapter will be up soon!!
Sai: Oh Ancient…
Mac: Exclamation point abuse violation! Strike one, Saerwen.


In my arms…
Mac: You always capitalize the first letter of every word in your story title.

1. Maid of Gondor
Erik (as Maid): Can I get you anything else, Master Gondor?
Remus (as Gondor): No, that is all, maid.


Boromir gazed ahead of him,
Mac: PERIOD!

there it stood before him the Last homely house.
Mac: Capitalize!

Rivendell.
Mac: Wow. Suethor spelled it right.
Remus: We’d give her points, but it’s a one word sentence. And it’s a word that could’ve easily been included in the last sentence.


He dismounted
Sai: Dismounted what?
Remus: His horse?
Mac: His donkey?
Erik: His maid?
Mac (covers Quatre’s ears): Erik!


and turned to see a maiden riding in behind him.
*Mac covers Erik’s mouth*
Mac: Don’t.


Many would consider her ugly,
Mac: Gasp, an ugly Mary-Sue? Could it be?
Remus: Impossible. Maybe she’s the Mary-Sue’s long-lost sister?
Sai: Or maybe she’ll be a Makeover Mary Sue


she was of large build with dirty blonde hair.
Erik: So, she was ugly? I’ll give you ugly!
*Takes off mask*


Truthfully the only beautiful thing about her were
Remus: It should be was. You said the only thing, Suethor.
Sai: Point Remus


her eyes, emerald in colour,
Remus: Like Lily’s.
Mac: And Harry’s.
Erik: And every Sue out there.
Mac: Yeah, that too. Point Erik.


shining with the prospect of arriving at Rivendell.
Mac: Shine, Jesus, shine!
Remus: Er, how is that possible?
Sai: Oh, Quatre here is an expert at that.
*Quatre makes his eyes shine*
Remus: Point Quatre.


Before he knew what he was doing he had introduced himself.
Mac: Don’cha just hate that, Boromir?
Erik: Happens to me all the time in fics.


“Boromir son of Denethor at your service, ma’am”.
Mac: There should be a comma between Boromir and son.
Remus: He’s just introducing himself to a random woman? Who isn’t even remotely attractive enough to bewitch him?
Sai: Point Remus


Idrial was startled ,
Remus: With good cause.

she had been thinking about her mother’s words when a tall, strong man with brown hair introduced himself.
Mac: Hmm. Methinks me smells a movieverse Boromir.

“Boromir? Of course, he was the son of the steward!”
Erik: Boromir? Of course, he was the one selected be Stu-ified!”
Mac: Boromir? Damn, I thought I was supposed to fall in love with Legolas!
Sai: Shared Point Mac and Erik.

She instantly bowed her head, “My Lord, I did not realise….”
Sai: That I spelled the word wrong.
Remus: It’s the British spelling.
Mac: Great. A British Suethor. Slightly better than an American suethor.
Erik: How?
Mac: The flamers can’t calls us Americans stupid. No matter how much Suethors are.


She felt herself begin to blush.
Mac: Oh god! *Begins rocking back and forth*
Sai: What’s wrong with her?
Erik: “An Elf’s Love.” The characters often blushed.
Sai: Oh.


“You are of Gondor?” he asked.
Mac (Idrial): Duh! I mean, I knew who you were.
Sai (Idrial): No, I just spun the wheel of hot men in LOTR and your name popped up!
Erik: Point Fish-boy.
Sai: Hey!


“Yes, my lord. I am here to see the lord Elrond.”
Remus: Capitalize the “l” in Lord!
Mac: Unfortunately for the Sue, the Lord Elrond heard she was coming and decided to take a long vacation.
Erik: Point Mac


“Will you kindly stop calling me ‘lord’, I dislike the title. What is your name?”
Sai: So, he asks her to not call him “Lord” before even learning her name?
Erik (sarcastic): Makes perfect sense to me.


“I an Idrial of Osgiliaeth ,
Mac: I looked it up. I found an Idril, which means “Silverfoot” who was the mother of Elrond’s father.
Sai: So, Suethor stuck an “a” in there and hoped no one would notice she stole the name of Arwen’s other grandma.
Mac: Pretty much. Oh, and she misspelled Osgiliath.


well before it was attacked anyway”
Sai: It fell already?
Mac: Impossible. According to what I’ve researched, Osgiliath fell after Boromir left and if the Mary Sue could come in at the same time, she left before it fell.
Erik: Point Mac


“May I escort you to the lord Elrond?”
Remus: Capitalize the “l,” Saerwen!

“Of course my … Boromir?”
Mac: Aww, “my Boromir”
Remus: Boromir, RUN!


She was so embarrassed men never paid her this kind of attention at home,
Sai: Of course not, she was ugly!
Mac: There should be a comma.


this must be why they were called the upper classes .
Remus: Because they ignored her?
Sai: Or because Boromir talked to her?
Erik: If she means the former, she’s correct. If she means the latter, I beg to differ.
*Takes out Raoul voo-doo doll*


Boromir could not help thinking to himself “I like the sound of my name on her lips”.
Mac: Oh Jonas, please tell me that Moldy-Voldy provided us with barf bags.
Remus: Surprisingly, he did.


They came to a large building, surrounded by the beautiful Rivendell gardens.
Erik (as tour guide): And to your left, the beautiful Rivendell gardens. To your right, two elves going at…
Mac: ERIK!
*Quatre has ears covered*


Lord Elrond stood outside ready to greet them.
Erik (as Elrond): Crap! Not another Mary-Sue. That’s the third this week. We’re running out of places to store the bodies.
Mac: Point Erik


“Welcome , Lord and Lady”
Mac: Where’s the period?

Idrial coloured again,
*Mac reaches for barf bag*

what was wrong with her today!
Sai: Idrial, you’re a Sue. It’s incurable. I’m sorry.
Remus: Point Sea World.
Sai: Would you all stop calling me names?


Boromir kindly did most of the explaining for her,
Mac: Despite only knowing her a grand total of five minutes.
Quatre: New record.


“We are not wed my Lord,
Quatre: Thank…uh, what is the name of the deity in Middle Earth?”
Mac: Eru.
Quatre: Thank Eru for rather large blessings.
Erik: Point Sissy boy.


I was just escorting Lady Idrial to you.
Mac (as Boromir): She’s your problem now, bud.

Boromir son of Denethor at your service”

“I was anticipating your arrival, we are to hold a council this morning.
Mac: Which is supposed to be a secret, Elrond. Why are you discussing it in front of a stranger?

You will understand if you attend.” He dismissed Boromir with that and turned to Idrial.
Remus (as Elrond): Now, as for you Miss Mary Sue…*laughs evilly*

“Please sit” he said indicating at a chair behind her.
Remus: How convenient.

He spoke again “I believe you wish to speak with me?”

“Yes my Lord, my mother passed away recently and her dying words were ‘your name and fate lay in Rivendell’. I have ridden since her death to get here”
Mac: Of course her fate lies in Rivendell. Everyone’s fate lies in Rivendell.
Remus: Even ours?
Mac: Except ours.


“Child I think you deserve to understand. You understand that your name is elvish?”

“Yes…”
Mac (as Elrond): Good, because it was my mother’s name and you don’t deserve it, bitch!
Remus: And then Elrond runs through Idrial with his sword. The end.


“The reason behind this is that your father was an elf”
Sai: Gasp, what a shocking twist. Not.
Quatre: And Idrial didn’t inherit a single gene.


“but…”
All : CAPITALIZE!

“He intended to give his immortality up for your mother but he was ambushed one night by orcs and was lost”
Mac: Great. More tragic Mary Sue back story.

“But my Lord I am nothing like an elf!”
All but Quatre: No, shit!

“We shall see Idrial, your fate is yet to be decided”

Elrond stood and led Idrial into a circle of chairs.
Remus: Oh Albus, she’s allowed into the secret council?
Mac: Of course, she’s a Mary-Sue. Someone must represent that race no matter how much the others despise them.
Erik: Point Mac.


She sat down next to Boromir, feeling confused and shaken. Now for the great council!.
Remus: Another exclamation point violation. Strike two.
Sai: And a period violation. Strike three.
Quatre: That will be a $200 fine, Suethor, and probation from writing.


They began to prepare almost straight away.
Quatre: Prepare for what?
Remus: Looks like Saerwen skipped the council.
Mac: Good, she would’ve probably just copied the lines from the movie.
Erik: But we missed her glorious scene where Mary Sue selflessly offers to defend Frodo.


Food stores were gathered and sutiable
Remus: What?
Mac: Misspelling.
Sai: Spell check is your friend, Saerwen


garments made for the journey. Aragorn and Boromir had decided it was necessary to train theh hobbits in combat, Idrial had gone along to watch.
They practised with wooden swords, Frodo and Sam with Aragorn whereas
Mac: Not the word you wanted, Suethor.
Remus: Stop trying to be fancy!


Merry and Pippin were with Boromir.

Merry had been accidently jabbed by Boromir and Idrial cheered as the hobbits wresteled
All: Spell check.

Boromir to the ground. Eventually Boromir stood with both of them in the crooks of his arms.

"Now it's my turn!!!" cried Idrial
Mac: That’s your fourth exclamation point violation, Saerwen. One more, and it’s jail time.

Putting the hobbits down he said "You challenge me?"
Quatre (as Idrial): No, I challenge the hobbits.
Sai: Point Quatre.


He saw the determination in her eyes and began the fight. Idrial couls see Boromir was not really trying and she saw her oppertunity, whaking the wooden sword down on his head.
Remus: Oy, spell check just died.
*Others hold a candle light vigil for spell check*


The hobbits cheered.

She turned around to see him lying very still on the ground.
Mac: Maybe Boromir will be saved after all.

"Oh my god!!! Boromir! are you okay? Boromir!"
Mac: What did we tell you about exclamation point abuse? Now it’s jail time, Suethor!

He suddenly sat up a huge grin across his face laughing hystericaly
Remus: Recap…Boromir is still alive, Spell Check is still dead.

"Got you!!" A huge sigh of reliefe came from Idrial.

"Are you really okay?"
Erik (as Boromir): No, I’ve been Stu-ified, stupid!

"Yes, though I must admit you hit pretty hard ... for a girl!" She mimed hitting him giggeling.
Mac: Giggeling? What’s that?
Sai: Beats me.


A week passed and as preperations took place, friendships blossomed.
All: Aww.

For some reason felt more at home here than she ever had in Gondor.
Sai: Because they didn’t make fun of her!
Remus: Because she was certain Boromir was her one twu wuv.
Erik: Oh gag…
Mac: Because she was a Mary-Sue and all Mary-Sues have to feel at home with the Fellowship!
Sai: Well, that was one chapter…
Mac: No, it was two chapters, but the first was so short, we just combined it to make it easier.
Quatre: You think there will be more?
Erik: Probably. What’s the score so far?
Mac: You’re in the lead. Sai, baby, you have to catch up.
*All leave*


They returned to the room where a letter from Voldemort awaited them. “Congrats, you’ve finished your first badfic,” Mackenzie read. “According to the point system, Erik has won. Good job. What do you want?”

“Use of the organ! I want the organ,” he said, scaring Remus and Sai.

“Congrats,” Mackenzie continued to read, “you have it! Now rest up for your next story!”

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