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Eyes of a Wolf : MST
Topic Started: Jan 16 2010, 10:18 PM (1,690 Views)
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Title: Eyes od the Wolf
Author: Ariel FF.net - sailor wolf4
Characters: MSTers: Artemis Fowl, Ariel, Ash, Drizzt, Barbossa, Harry Dresden
Genre: MST, parody
Rating: T
Warnings: Stupidity, failure to read books or watch movies, general stupidity
Summary: Brianna dies a pointless death and ends up in Middle Earth where she finds out that she is a two hundred year old elf. Right.

The gang were all in the war room. They were all playing Rook. It was Ariel and Drizzt against Ash and Harry. Barbossa was watching and Simi was playing with the minis on the floor, or more accurately, trying to feed them various things bought off of QVC.

“Ha!” Ariel crowed as she slapped a black fourteen over Ash’s ten, “beat that!”

Harry grudgingly laid a black seven down. Ariel happily swept the entire mess into her own pile. With a flourish, she played a green nine. One by one, the other three players laid down a card. Harry won that round with a green one. Ariel glared at him as he smirked back at her.

All sound froze as they heard the now-familiar clacking sound outside the door.

“The other bitch-goddess is coming,” Simi said with wide-eyes. In a flash she had returned to a spot on Ash’s arm in the form of a tattoo. He winced slightly as Simi moved under his shirt and out of view.

“Greetings prisoners,” Lloth said as she entered, she paused and frowned, “where is that annoying little demon that came along for a ride Ash?” she asked suspiciously.

Ash shrugged, “I don’t know.” He said as the demon in question settled on the back of his neck underneath his now dark red hair.

Lloth snorted, she didn’t believe that for a moment. “You will be starting a new fiction today,” she announced with an evil smirk, “Unless you have changed your mind about worshiping me?” she directed the question at Drizzt.

Drizzt snorted, “In your dreams maybe.” He muttered derisively.

Lloth smirked, “We’ll see about that,” she muttered, “Enjoy it.” she said with an evil glint in her eye. “By the way, I’ve decided there will be one guest sporker for each story. Some you will like, and some you will fear.” She stared pointedly at Ariel as she said that last bit.

Ariel gulped. “Who’re we getting?” She asked in a small voice.

“Oh nobody scary.” Lloth smirked nastily as she pivoted around and started out. “This time.”

As soon as she departed, the siren went off. With a warcry Ariel dashed into the theatre.

The remaining four glanced at each other before following her in. In one of the seats inside the theatre sat Ariel. She was sitting next to an older teenaged boy explaining things to him.

“Hello.” He greeted formally as the remaining four seated themselves. “It appears I will be here for the remainder of this ‘badfic’ that Ariel was telling me about.”

“Mind telling us who you are?” Drizzt asked as he examined the boy in the darkness.

“Artemis Fowl.”



Author’s Note:

Ash: Oh look, pretentious author notes.

Okay, I’ve recently gotten tired of writing anime stories, so I’ve decided to try out some book fanfiction.

Harry: This does not bode well for us.
Ariel: Maybe she should’ve stuck to anime. At least then I hopefully wouldn’t have to read her work.
Artemis: I don’t believe I have ever heard the term ‘fanfiction’.
Ariel: Wow. That’s just, wow. Fanfiction is fiction written about other fiction by fans.


This is ultimately my first LOTR fanfic,

Drizzt: Shit.
Ariel: Another? Is that all Suethor’s ever write?
Harry: no, sometimes they write Harry Potter.
Artemis: Harry Potter by JKR?
Ash: Nice to know you read when you’re not kidnapping fairies.
Artemis: You have me at a bit of a disadvantage. You know who I am, but I have no idea who you are.
Ash: Acheron Parthenopaeus but you can call me Ash.
Artemis: Interesting last name. Do you know what it means?
Ash: Better than you do, I have little doubt.


so I will most likely get some things wrong. If characters speak in elvish, then I will just say something like, “Gandalf and Legolas began to converse in elvish”

Ariel: I suppose that’s better than how they usually do that.
Artemis: What is this, Elvish for idiots?
Ash: You felt the need to tell us this why?


or something of the sort. Yes, my character will be in this story. She has no magical or elemental powers, and yes she can fight.

Barbossa: Oh lord, another warrior chick.
Ariel: She can play rock paper scissors.
Ash: She can thumb wrestle.


Please enjoy and DO NOT forget to review.

Ariel: Oh dear, I forgot to review.

Summary:
Brianna Davis is your normal teenage girl.

All: *Snort*
Drizzt: If she were normal she wouldn’t have landed in Middle Earth.
Artemis: Meaning she is dumber than your average teenager.
Ariel: Hey! I resent that!


She’s great in all of her classes except math.

Ariel: Sounds like me. Did I get transported into middle earth, cause I don’t remember it.
Ash: Ariel, lots of people are horrible at math.
Artemis: Except me.
Ariel: Is there anything you are not good at?
Artemis: Women.
Ash: good luck with that one mate.
Ariel: Is there any guy on earth or anywhere else who is good with women?


She’s taking a Japanese language course,

Barbossa: Yes, that’s very normal. Is she planning on living in Japan?

and don’t forget get about her sweet disposition. Or, lack there of…

Ariel: I’m shivering in boots…er- I mean flip-flops.

As A Side Note: I’m starting my story off with my character ranting about her life. I decided to give you guys a type of insight to her personality so that I wouldn’t have to explain everything later.

Artemis: This is why I generally read non-fiction.

I’m a very lazy author can’t you tell?

All: Yes!

Anyway, just as a warning, I will express my faith in this story

Ariel: Why am I suddenly thinking of Harry potter turns to the Lord?
Ash: She worships Nammu.
Harry: Who’s that?
Artemis: Ancient Sumerian goddess.


and some of my pet peeves about how some people view Christians.

Ariel: Let’s not get into a religious discussion shall we?
Ash: Couldn’t possibly be due to the crusades and the Salem Witch trials could it?
Rest: Nah.


Trust me, our life isn’t all daisies and pink fluffy clouds

Barbossa: I should hope not. That would be a horrible place to live.
Artemis: Disgusting.
Ariel: Sounds like Sueland.


there are some people who actually hate our guts

Ariel: (Sarcastically) With works like Harry potter turns to the Lord, I wonder why that is?

(but sometimes for good reason. Just look at the Salem Witch Trials!).

Ash: I’m trying not to. That was one of humanities more horrible points in time.
Artemis: You speak as if you were actually there.
Ash: I was.
Artemis: Interesting….


Eyes of a Wolf

Ariel: I am trying to decide whether to sing ‘Eye of the tiger’ or ‘Hungry like the Wolf’.
Ash: Hungry like the Wolf.
Ariel: (singing)Mouth is alive, All running inside, And I’m hungry like the wolf…


Chapter 1

Harry: Torturing Sue’s for Dummies.

I’m WHERE?

Ariel: You’re in the company of the Ravenous Bugblatter Beast.
Drizzt: You’re in the Demonweb Pits, and not the safe part either.
Ash: I would hardly call this safe.


School. There is no way anyone can give it a nice description unless you were some nerd who actually enjoyed it

Ariel: Are you kidding?! Even the nerds hate school.
Artemis: I am a genius and I despise school.


(AN not that I’m insulting anyone, but my character is. She’s not nice, but she isn’t a nasty person. She’s just very, very honest).

Barbossa: If you’re going to try to keep from offending someone, why write at all?

Don’t get me wrong, I didn’t say anything about not liking school, but sometimes I can’t help but wonder why some people even waist their time going.

Ariel: Not everybody has a waist at school.
Artemis: I think she meant waste.


I’m not one of those people who skipped school, did drugs, drank, have sex before marriage, or break curfew like my younger sister.

Harry: Oh, so it’s your sister that’s doing all that. Uh-huh sure. Whatcha wanna bet that she does all that in real life?
Ariel: Ten bucks.
Artemis: The plausibility of that statement is highly likely.


Many people said that I didn’t enjoy life and that I was a nerd.

Ariel: Actually I would say we nerds enjoy life more. We don’t have to worry about getting pregnant at inopportune times.

They really needed to get their brains checked and their definitions strait. I’m not a nerd. I am just a very smart person who doesn’t weigh herself down with silly things like trends.

Ariel: That still sounds like me, down to the ideals, mostly good grades, and not bothering with trends.
Drizzt: have you been to Middle Earth?
Ariel: Only to attend OFUM. I forgot to put in the disclaimer that it was a parody...
Artemis: What was it ?
Ariel: A crossover.


I didn’t excel in every single one of my classes. History, English, and Japanese are my best ones though.

Barbossa: Why would anybody want to learn Japanese when they all speak English?
Ariel: Creepy. I like History and English.


I’m also a Christian. For some reason people think that Christians don’t have any fun and that we’re all nice and sweet and for the community.

Ariel: I’ll believe that when hell freezes over. Oops, my bad, we Christians are supposed to be nice and sweet. Although I do know one or two like that.

I am for the community; I just don’t like some of the people running it. I mean come on, Toll Roads? After everyone said no to it? Sheesh what a bunch of losers.

Drizzt: What are toll roads?
Ariel: Roads you pay tolls on? I dunno, we don’t have them around here.
Ash: Methinks her real life is creeping into this fiction.
Artemis: I would buy the toll road.
Ariel: You would buy the whole frickin’ state.


People also think that Christian equals nice. I’m not as nice as anyone would think if you hadn’t gathered that already. I’m very blunt and honest, with a lot of imagination, but still very literal.

Ariel: this still sounds an awful lot like me. The difference being is I like to think my writing is reasonably better plus I have a sense of humor.

People seem to get really offended when I point something out that they merely over exaggerated on. Am I annoying? Gee, I sure hope so! What the fun in life without annoying people? I get people really ticked off at me in debate class when we’re arguing about driving ages and such.

Ariel: I think it should be twenty-five.
Ash: Most people would rather it be like fourteen or something.
Ariel: I can’t drive, I hate driving, and I hate the idiots currently inhabiting our roads.


Anyway, back to the subject of school. School is fun; school is great, school I really don’t think I can appreciate. It’s not even the classes that annoy me, but the people.

Ariel: Oh god, it still sounds like me. I don’t mind most of my classes, but I despise most of the people.
Drizzt: Christians are supposed to be nice.
Ariel: Right, I intensively dislike most of the people.


You get your stuck up cheerleaders with only two or three that actually have a brain and are only on the squad because of their thin bodies and strong limbs.

Ariel: And no boobs or butt, oh yeah and half are anorexic as well.

Then you get the jocks that half the time don’t have a brain. I find only a couple that I actually like and don’t think about a girl’s poor figure twenty four seven.

Barbossa: They must be gay.

Some football players can be real perverts sometimes. Then you get the average people like me who really don’t like doing stupid stuff for fear of having to regret them later. Then there’s the cool Goths,

Drizzt: Who all cut themselves and write depressing poetry.
Ariel: Not even very good poetry. And they’re all obsessed with Twilight for some reason.


who are very nice. The punks, some of whom I am actually friends with. And finally, the nerds who really don’t enjoy life at all.

Ariel: Right. I’m a nerd and I wouldn’t trade my life in for another. I like hanging out with people who have an inkling who Doctor Who is.
Harry: Who’s Doctor Who?
Ariel: Right, forgot you can’t watch tv. I need to get in touch with Mac about that.


Let me get this strait. No nerd has ever wanted to be my friend accept

Ash: Should be except.

for the ones who are Christians.

Ariel: That’s not strictly true. Many of my friends are not Christians. They are nerds and a prep or two.

Most of them have debated creation vs evolution with me and get really frustrated when I keep asking them where the tiny cell or the little planet that sparked the big bang came from.

Ash: Evolution vs. Creation? You teens have too much time on your hands.
Ariel: My theory is god farted, or sneezed. Take your pick.


Then we debate about abortion and they try to explain to me how the little baby isn’t really alive when it’s at its cell stage.

Ariel: Yes it is. This is just like me being against cloning.
Ash: It is, I know first hand because I know when people are pregnant before they do.
Artemis: Do normal teenagers actually talk about this?
Ariel: Normal teenagers, Christian or otherwise, wouldn’t’ be caught dead discussing this.


Okay then, so what about an amoeba? Aren’t they alive, or are they dead, or do they just exist.

Ariel: They are a one-celled organism, organism means life, so yes I would say they’re alive.

I doubt that since the water cells actually eat microscopic things. (This is my view, do not flame me because of them. I’ll get to the point in just a minute.)

Barbossa: What exactly does she doubt here?
Artemis: And why does she keep interrupting to apologize?


Well, it was another one of those normal school days where I just simply walk around and struggle through math and chemistry.

Ariel: Brainless idiot! I’m in Chemistry 2 and it’s easy!

The cheerleaders had gone through most of the morning insulting my clothes, my hair, and my skin.

Ariel: Cheerleaders generally ignore people below them actually. I’m a nerd and the last I spoke to a cheerleader of any sort was about four years ago.

I had the loveliest of figures; note sarcasm. I am five feet one inch

Ash: She’s short for a human.
Artemis: But too tall for a fairy.


and have golden brown hair that reached my back with strange teal

Drizzt: Just use blue-green please. It makes it seem less weird when you do that.

eyes to accompany my appearance. My skin was unfortunately pale and easily sunburned on my shoulders and face. My skin, though, was the envy of all girls in my school, since it was smooth and flawless.

Ariel: And that is where our similarities end. My skin is not flawless and hasn’t been since I was eleven.
Harry: Lucky girl, she has never had acne in her life apparently.
Ariel: I hope she gets it on her first date. Horribly at that.


But, to my knowledge and the cheerleaders’ puns, I was not beautiful. I never had a boyfriend and no guy ever really liked me a lot. There was always someone prettier and nicer that came along. Honestly, I wasn’t unfriendly and I knew when and when to not be blunt.
“Hey, Brianna, can you tutor me for tomorrow’s English quiz? Coach said that I ad to pass this one, or I’ll be ineligible and won’t be able to lead our team to victory this Saturday at the football game,”

Barbossa: Which you probably won’t anyway.
Drizzt: Do coaches actually do that?
Ariel: Technically they’re supposed to, in reality most coaches will pass their athletes to keep them on the team regardless of how good their grades actually are.
Ash: Your school has gone to hell hasn’t it?
Ariel: You have no idea.


said a voice behind me.

Barbossa: It was just a voice, not body?
Drizzt: It was the headless horseman.
Ariel: How’d he get the horse in the school without anyone noticing?


His name was Aaron Harley, the quarter back of the football team. He was also the heartthrob of most of the girls in school, but I didn’t really see what was so special about him. Sure he was cute, but he was really slow in the thought process.

Ash: That’s what happens when you play football. It damages your brain cells.
Artemis: That has been scientifically proven.


Not that he was a mean person; actually he was one of the sweetest guys I’ve ever known. He was also tall, muscular, and had a head full of shaggy blond hair.

Ash: Someone needs a haircut.
Ariel: And you’re saying you don’t?
Ash: You need it more than I do.


I turned to smile sweetly at him, “Hi, Aaron! Yes I’ll tutor you today.”

Ariel: But in return you must [censored for your own protection] to me.
Ash: Ariel, shut up.
Drizzt: Yes, no one really wants to know what goes on in that perverted mind of yours.
Artemis: I think I might vomit at that.


Aaron looked relieved and pulled me into a side hug. He was raised by two of the nicest parents I’ve ever met.
“Thanks Bri, you’re a life saver!” his voice wasn’t deep or high, but a pleasant baritone.
Sometimes I could understand why girls liked him, but he really wasn’t my type. Besides, we were better as friends anyway. He pulled away and gave me a puppy eye look.
“Hey, Bri, just so you know. I don’t think Stacy was right to make you cry this morning,” he knew that? How?

Ariel: Wimp! I’ve probably been called worse and I didn’t cry!
Ash: Do I want to know what you’ve been called?
Ariel: Whore, bitch, faggot, slut, just to name a few.
Ash: That’s actually kind of funny considering.
Artemis: Teenagers these days….


I gave him a surprised look. Stacy was the head cheerleader and had insulted me this morning by touching a tender subject for me. Romance. I had finally ended the conversation by calling her a harlot who cheated on her boyfriends with a bunch of losers. Then I walked off to what I thought was an inconspicuous corner and cried for a very long time. I didn’t even notice anyone.

Ariel: Oh puh-lease. It doesn’t take much to make you cry. I’ve never had a boyfriend in my life, and frankly I don’t want one, not considering what my choices are.

“I followed you to see if you were alright. I didn’t want to intrude, you know? I’m not very good with tears,” he muttered.
Okay, he was too sweet for his own good and I was glad that he was my friend. I smiled and lowered my head to hide my tears of gratitude.

Drizzt: That football must’ve addled his thinking.
Ash: He hasn’t noticed he’s comforting a Sue with magical tear powers.


“Thanks,” I muttered.
Then the bell to my next class rang and I bid him farewell and rushed off. I didn’t want to get too emotional in front of someone who had already seen me break down once today.

Barbossa: Why do I have a sudden image of Snape and the ‘wearing your emotions on your sleeve’?

As I ran down the hall, I didn’t even notice someone jump out to tackle me to the ground, plunging a knife into my chest.

Ariel: Yeah, like that’s ever going to happen.
Drizzt: Maybe she’ll die.
Harry: Our luck isn’t that great.


I looked up at the person who stabbed me to see that they were wearing a mask to cover up their face.

All: PPC!

I slammed him in the neck and then twisted his head with my two hands and heard a crack. The man went limp and my world began to fade into nothingness.

Ariel: Would she have had the strength required to do that.
Ash: I doubt it. I’ve been stabbed in the chest. I think all I did was slide to the floor and die.
Artemis: Do I want to know?
Rest: No.


I woke up with a start unable to understand where I was and how I got into a forest with leaves falling around me. Was this Heaven? Was God somewhere near here?

All: *Snort*
Drizzt: Sorry, you’re in hell.


I looked around and sighed in disappointment. Wherever I was, I wasn’t on earth anymore.

Harry And you would know this how?

I stood up and dusted myself off trying to take in my surroundings. Okay, so I wasn’t dead, at least in this world. Was this a type of Narnia? If so, then C.S. Lewis got a lot of things right. I began to walk away from the spot I had arrived at trying to understand where I was and where I could find people.
After a while, I stumbled on a path and began to follow it, hoping to find a sort of town somewhere along it.
As time passed, I began to get thirsty and hungry from my efforts and my body began to tell me that it was time for food.

Harry: The sad part was she’d only been walking for ten minutes.

When I finally realized that I would need food, a rider dressed in black road

Drizzt: I would’ve liked to see that. How does one wear a road I wonder?

up to me. I got the impression that he was trying to be intimidating.
“What do you know about the Halflings?” it asked in a raspy voice.

Ash: This is where she dies.
Harry: How was she able to understand him?
Barbossa: He spoke Japanese.
Ariel: Has this character not read LotR?


I shook my head indicating that I knew nothing. The rider screeched loudly and I clutched my ears hoping for the sound to stop. It got off it’s horse and began to walk up to me with it’s sword drawn.

All: *Cheers*
Harry: We should have brought popcorn.
Ariel: She used the wrong form of ‘it’s’. She’s supposed to be good at English at that school of hers?


I stepped away from it hoping that the thing would leave me alone.

Harry: It’s going to suck out your brains.
Ash: Such as they are.
Drizzt: Nah, it’s going for her soul.
Ash: Such as it is.


“I know that you know something, girl! Now tell me…” I charged dodging the blade and slamming my fist into it’s head.

Ash: And he knew this how? Did he read her mind?
Harry: Idiot. Sides which, I wasn’t aware the Nazgul were capable of complete sentences.
Ariel: In the books they were.


That was not the best idea I had ever came up with. When my hand came in contact with it’s skin, my hand came out with a sick burn.

Ariel: Er, why? I was under the impression she would’ve just got the Black Breath and died slowly in her sleep.
Ash: He gave her poison ivy.
Artemis: How can a burn be sick?
Drizzt: The burn became incredibly ill upon touching her Sueish skin.


I screamed as the pain wracked through my body and the rider rose it’s sword above its head. A man, with dark hair and a beard

Ariel: Well, it certainly wasn’t Aragorn and that pathetic excuse for a beard.

body slammed it from the side and knocked it away from me.

All: Riiight.
Ariel: Body slammed it? Is he nuts? When did Aragorn turn into such an idiot?


My hand burned even more as I clutched it to my chest grimacing in pain. The rider stalked off and the man turned to look at me.

Harry: The rider stalked off? It sure didn’t take much to scare him off did it.
Ash: It was in a hissy fit.


I was glad that I had something to worry more about at the moment because the person standing in front of me was Aragorn from Lord of the Rings. Well, that would explain where I was at least.

Ariel: She recognized Aragorn but not a Nazgul?
Ash: She was too busy lusting after Aragorn and Legolas to pay attention to anything else.
Harry: She thought he was a dementor.


“My Lady, we must hurry so I can clean your wound before it gets infected,” said Aragorn.

All: What wound?
Ariel: How do you clean a burn? What degree of a burn was it? An icepack probably would’ve worked better for it.
Harry: Whoa, slow down, since when did you care about the health of a Sue?
Ariel: Since she started sounding suspiciously like me.
Ash: I would think you would have more sense than to hit a Nazgul.


At least he was concerned. I followed him wordlessly off the path and into the woods where his camp lay. Frodo was lying there with a blank expression on his face and the other three hobbits were watching him with concern. My hand began to throb more painfully then before. I winced and Aragorn motioned for Sam.
“Is the athalas

Ariel: What on earth is athalas? I know what athelas is, but the plant they are using is completely new to me.
Drizzt: It is used for killing Sue’s slowly and painfully.
Barbossa: (feeding mini) I wonder if we’re going to get a mini that naturally heals people.
Ash: Probably.


done boiling, Sam?” he asked.
Sam nodded and held out a cloth. Aragorn took it and began to dab my wound with the thing while he instructed Sam to do the same to Frodo. Did my hand hurt after the fifth dab? No, actually the burn began to subside and disappear.

Ariel: I doubt it worked that fast.
Ash: ‘Sides, I didn’t think it was a healing weed?


“Who are you?” asked the ranger in a low voice.

Ash: Wouldn’t Aragorn have interrogated her before bringing her to their camp?
Drizzt: If he were in character he would.


“Brianna Davis,” I answered.
Pippin crawled up to us with a hint of wonder in his eyes.
“How did you burn yourself?” he asked.

Harry: She got in the way of one of my spells.
Ariel: She stuck her hand in the fire.
Artemis: I thought it had healed already.


Aragorn suddenly looked amused, “She tried to bunch one of the black riders in the face,

Ash: How do you bunch someone in the face?
Ariel: I honestly have no idea.


but didn’t know that she would get burned at the touch of their skin.

Ariel: but…didn’t their skin rot and fall off. They didn’t actually have forms if I recall.

Next time Lady Brianna I would aim for the cloth.”

Ariel: I would’ve kicked it in the nuts.
*The rest of the prisoners have a slightly pained look on their faces.*


So, the lone ranger had a sense of humor now did he?

All: He did?
Ariel: Where’s Silver?


Lovely. I gave him an annoyed look and grumbled incoherent expletives in Japanese under my breath. Aragorn looked even more amused and I came to the conclusion that he had taken a liking to me.

Ash: Nah, he’s actually plotting your demise.

“What was that lady Brianna?” he asked with humor in his voice.
I decided to humor him, “I said, ‘baka konichibi’” (Nee-chan! She uses that as an insult!).

All: Huh?
Ariel: I just looked it up on the internet, apparently it doesn’t mean anything which means it either doesn’t exist or it’s a cuss word.


The ranger’s eyebrow rose at my words.
“What does that mean?” asked Pippin.

Ash: I sincerely doubt you want to know.

I whispered the meaning into his ear (if you want to know what it mean, look it up.)

Ariel: I tried. It doesn’t exist.

and the little hobbit burst out laughing. I noticed that Frodo’s head was turning in my direction and he was staring at me with a strange look in his eyes. They seamed dazzled for some reason and I didn’t think that I was very dazzling.

Ash: You’re a Sue. Of course you dazzled him. You probably turned your charm on.

I smiled at him then turned to Aragon.
“What happened to him?” I asked even thought I already knew.
“A Ring Wraith stabled him with a cursed blade. We’re trying to get him to Rivendell, but I don’t think that we’ll be able to make it in time,” he said gravely.

Drizzt: Next thing you know he’ll tell her about the ring.
Artemis: That would be a foolish thing to do.
Ariel: Welcome to our world.


I had a feeling that we would have to wait for Arwen

Barbossa: I was under the impression that that was Glorfindel that rescued him.
Harry: In the book yes.
Ariel: In the animated version it was Legolas.


before we could really do anything, but I decided to have a look at the wound anyway.
“Let me see his wound,” I ordered; I might actually know something about curses.

All: *Snort*
Ash: I daresay I know more about curses then you do.
Harry: I would too seeing as I’ve had so many thrown at me.


Aragorn helped me up and lead me to Frodo, who squinted up at me for some reason like there was some sort of like shining over him, and bent over him. I drew back his shirt to where it exposed his wounded shoulder and winced. The wound looked really nasty. If only I could do something to draw the poison out… then I remembered one of the shows that I used to watch back at home. I turned to Aragorn and pointed at the pot.

Ariel: What, Gray’s Anatomy or some retarded show like that?
Ash: I don’t think they had anything about removing Morgal blades.


“Is that still warm?” I asked.
He nodded and I beckoned Sam to bring it over to me. He did so readily and I glanced back up at the ranger.
“What’s the elvish word for water?” I asked.
He told me and I spoke it forming a ball of water in the palm of my hand. I looked at the other three sternly.
“I need you to hold him down for me. Whatever happens; keep hold of him and don’t let go. If I can draw the poison out, I might be able to make an antidote for him if this works,” I ordered.

Ariel: FOOL! IT WASN’T POISON! IT WAS A FREAKIN’ CHIP OFF OF THAT CURSED BLADE! IF YOU HAD READ THE BOOK YOU’D KNOW THAT!
Barbossa: If she’d watched the movie she’d know that.
Artemis: I thought the Suethor said she had no magical abilities.
Drizzt: Whoa, calm down Ariel, we’re barely into the first chapter.
Harry: Maybe she wasn’t the best human for Lloth to pick for this torment.
Lloth: That’s the point you idiot.


They nodded and braced Frodo ready for anything. I gently worked the ball of water into the Halfling, but even with my careful efforts, Frodo began to scream in agony. I turned to Aragon.
“How do you say, poison come out in elfish?

All: Idiot.
Ariel: That should be ‘elvish’ dodo.


” I asked him.

Ash: Yes, I really think saying the word in elvish will create magic. Moron.

Aragon again translated for me and I said the words and watched and my bubbled began to fill with darkness. I turned to Aragorn.
“Bring me another bowl with water and athalas in it. I can’t do this unless I have the plant as a focus,” don’t ask me how I knew this, I just did.

All: Sue.
Harry: it is painfully obvious that this Suethor has never read Lord of the Rings.
Ariel: Or watched it for that matter.


Aragorn nodded and emptied a water skin into another bowl and crushed more athalas into it. After he finished I pulled the first bubble out of Frodo’s chest and set the black liquid into it’s original container.

Ariel: Anybody want to go on a Suethor hunt?
Rest: Yes!


The work was very tedious as I kept up my healing technique. Aragorn had to correct me on my pronunciation a couple of times, but after a two more inserted bubbles, I had to stop and instruct that the fire be made ready for my concoction. I had reduced the amount of poison in Frodo’s system and the hobbit was now conscious, but I had to create the antidote for the poison before his condition fell back again. When I told Aragorn my plan he shook his head.

Barbossa: Hoo boy. I’m going to invest in earmuffs if this keeps up.
Ash: You and me both.
Ariel: Idiot Suethor. Read the book once in while.


“We have not the supplies for an antidote. Athalas would help in making a type of poison slower, but when making the antidote, you need many other plants of healing as well,” he explained to my annoyance.
By now I was giving Aragorn my “you have got to be kidding me” look and my arms were now crossed.
“And what do you want me to do with the poison?” I asked.
Aragorn produced a glass vial.
“Save it?” he asked and I knew that he was being cheeky.

Drizzt: Aragorn didn’t have time to be cheeky.

I pursed my lips at his answer. He had made an annoying point. ‘Must have come from living with the elves for so long,’

Ariel: He only actually lived with them for around twenty years. Then he became a ranger.

I thought testily.
“Who are you?” asked Frodo his voice weak from the strain of the dark poison.
I looked down at him and smiled.
“Brianna Davis, now I happen to have a suggestion about how to keep the poison from spreading too quickly. From what I’ve gathered about its nature, the thing thrives off of darkness,”

Ariel: No, it is trying to reach his heart. Darkness has nothing to do with it.
Ash: It thrives on darkness? Well, all Frodo has to do is think happy thoughts.


I paused waiting for this information to sink in.
Aragorn frowned and rubbed his beard. He really didn’t look like he was in his eighties at all. More like late twenties to early thirties in my visual reckoning.

Ariel: Well your visual reckoning is screwy since he was described as having gray in his hair and beard in the books.

“Alright, I understand your statement, but I can assure you that we don’t carry…” he trailed off as I began to glare at him.
This is another reason why people hate debating with me. When they began to sound stupid or they started to lie about something or their intentions I would give them an unsettling, soul piercing, back shivering glare that would shut them up in two seconds.

Ariel: Oh, puh-lease. I can outstare you in my sleep.
Artemis: Practice much?
Ariel: Every morning before breakfast I outstare my fish.


I had a feeling that it had something to do with my odd eye color

Ash: Yes, because blue-green is such an odd eye color. Not.

because after that they wouldn’t be able to even look me in the eyes for about a week. The same thing was happening to Aragorn now, but instead of seaming unsettled, he seamed more surprised at me then anything.
“Don’t make me find some turpentine and dose you silly with it,” I think I’ve read too much Terry Pratchet,

Ariel: What does Terry Pratchett have to do with this? And don’t you dare screw up Discworld. If you do, I will skin you alive and eat you.

“I know that you’re carrying something that would quicken the dark poison. Now don’t lie to me. I don’t take lying very well.”
Aragorn blinked for a couple of seconds and looked down at Frodo. The ring bearer smiled.

Ash: He’s already under her spell.
Drizzt: Middle Earth is doomed. I think they would rather have Sauron take over it than her.


“I think she might already know everything, Strider,” he said still in his weak state.
Strider cleared his throat and looked at me square in the eye. I was quite impressed that he didn’t flinch, but then again, he was the heir to the throne of Gondor.

Harry: And don’t you forget it.

“We carry a dark object from the enemy who wants it. We need to get to Rivendell before the dark riders find us.”

Drizzt: Tell her about the ring why don’t you!

Of course I already knew this, but I kind of wanted to keep that little aspect of my part in this on the down low. I let out an “hmm” and began to think about my next move. My musings were cut short as a tall dark haired elf crashed through the under growth of the woods and into the camp.

Ariel: Actually he was blonde.

She gave me an odd stare then turned to Aragorn to say something to him in elvish. Really, was English such a bad language?

Ariel: Cover your ears. THEY WEREN’T SPEAKING ENGLISH YOU STUPID IDIOT! THEY WERE SPEAKING WESTRON! All right, you can uncover your ears now.
Ash: She does have a point though. They aren’t speaking English.


Strider seamed alarmed by what she was telling him and I had a feeling that it wasn’t very good news. Then Aragorn picked Frodo up and made for the woods. The rest of us followed with the dark haired elf ahead of us speaking angrily to the ranger. Aragorn replied to her in a stern voice and she counter with something that I knew had to do with being capable to ride herself. It helped that I watched the movies, or else that I wouldn’t know what was going on. Arwen, the elf, was going to take Frodo to Rivendell.

Ariel: (singing) They’re taking the hobbits to Rivendell, to Rivendell, to Rivendell.

Arwen then got onto the horse, said some more elvish, then road off into the twilight.

Ariel: Twilight, isn’t that sunset? Why were they resting during the afternoon? Shouldn’t they have been making for Rivendell.

Aragorn stared off after her with a worried expression on his face. Then he turned to us with an urgent look in his eyes.
“We must depart in all haste. The Riders will be following her and we need to get out under way. No stopping, and no eating. We must get to Rivendell as soon as possible,” he said.

Ariel: No shit, Sherlock.

I shrugged and began to help with one of the packs when another elf road up to us and greeted Aragorn in elfish.

All: Elvish.

They had a conversation, in which I heard my name mentioned multiple times. The new elf had gold blond hair

Ash: Now Glorfindel shows up.
Ariel: He’s pissed about Asfaloth being stolen by Arwen.
Drizzt: Not to mention his sword.


and what looked to be green eyes. They seemed to be discussing something about me and the elf was shooting me strange looks that made me feel slightly squeamish.

Barbossa: Great, now she’s going to throw up.

“Lady Brianna, this is Glorfindel and he has been looking for three days on Gandalf’s orders. You are to immediately depart for Rivendell and get there before the Riders sense your presence,” he said.

Harry: Oh lord, why do I sense another Phantom Ange ‘more-important-than-the-ringbearer’ moment?
Ariel: Couldn’t be because she’s treated like royalty could it?


Glorfindel bowed and offered me his hand from the top of his horse.
“My Lady, if you please? The riders might not like your presence here once they realize who you are,”

Ariel: Yep, someone’s been reading Phantom’s Ange.
Ash: I just hope there’s no soul mingling.
Drizzt: Good thing there are no wolf-dogs™.


he said in a very heart pounding tenor voice that made me blush.
“Who I am? What’s that supposed to mean?” I asked.
The elf shook his head, “There is no time to explain. Come, onto my horse.”

Ariel: I wouldn’t have hesitated, being a Glorfyluster and all..

Aragorn had already begun to lift me into the saddle behind Glorfindel. He almost lifted me too high for my comfort because of my lack of expected weight. I must feel like a feather to him!
“There is no time for me to explain Lady Brianna, we must go now!” exclaimed the handsome elf urgently.

Barbossa: Yes cause the fate of the entire Middle Earth rests on you, we know the drill. Can we get on with it?

Okay, well if he said so, but I still couldn’t help but to worry about the other four. I glanced at the people I barely knew except from the books and movies. Aragorn gave me a brotherly smile and I knew that I had gained his acceptance.

All: *Snort*
Harry: Right before he kills you.


“Do not worry. I will protect them with my life. Elrond will explain everything to you when you reach the city,” he said and the elf and I dashed into the night.

Ash: No author notes? Amazing.
Artemis: That is because they are at the top.

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Author’s Note:
Special thanks to my first two reviewers.
jamester56: yes I’m updating right now.
pink: Okay, let me explain a few things. First, I suck at spelling.

Ash: We noticed.

Second, I’m making the common tongue English, they just don’t call it that.

Ariel: it’s Westron you moron.
Harry: Hey, that rhymed.


I’m making things up as I go along in some cases cause I’m lazy and I like being original. As for the Japanese, well, heck why not make the character feel like she knows SOMETHING that the others don’t.

Drizzt: That still doesn’t mean you have to give her yet another ability.
Artemis: Japanese, magic, sword-fighting, probably a whole bunch of other skills as well.


The poor girl died and entered Middle Earth a place that she has no knowledge of. Besides, Japanese is just a language and doesn’t have to stay in the anime realm.

Barbossa: Never mind the fact that this girl also happens to like anime which are Japanese cartoons.

I just like the sound of it. Another thing; my OC is not my self insert. Like I explained in the beginning of the chapter, I wanted to give an insight to how she was before Middle Earth, though probably not in those exact words.

All: Whatever you say.

I’m actually a nice person, it’s just that I wanted to see how a girl who really isn’t nice, but isn’t nasty would play into the story. As for my views, well… I had thought it would have just been easier to explain myself before I started, so I meant no offense.

Artemis: If you did not wish to be insulted why did you start writing fanfiction?

Also, don’t worry about the tenth fellowship thing. Er… Brianna’s not invited. She invites herself.

Ariel: That’s going to go over well.
Ash: That’ll get her killed real quick.


You might find the situation hilarious when she finally catches up to them. Really, how many people do that? Make their character invite themselves to the fellowship instead of volunteering.

Drizzt: Your point? She’s still a Mary Sue.

She does go to the council. As for my religion, well, I kind of “warn” everyone about my views before I start writing my fanfics. Also, remember when I mentioned C.S. Lewis? Well I’ll be doing that a lot.

Ariel: Oh god….
Ash: You rang?
Ariel: Not you, moron. I wasn’t actually asking for a god.


I really did appreciate the reviews and I’m glad I got some. All you people out there who were logged on and didn’t review. Well… do so next time, please! Just don’t be rude about it.

Ariel: The only time I am ever rude is when an author seriously butcher’s a fandom. Such as what you’re doing now.

Just so you know, my story is already planned out, so everything that happens isn’t random and pointless.

Artemis: How can it be random and pointless if it is already planned out?

There is romance, but that’s like later on. I’m talking Lothlorien(SP?). Out of curiosity, who is Thranduil and what is his history?

All: :blink:
Ariel: He’s only Legolas’ father.


Brianna
Glorfindel really needed to slow down,

Ariel: Odd, I thought most preferred them to speed up.
Ash: Ariel, get your mind out of the gutter.
Ariel: It’s my gutter! I can hang out there if I want.


I mean, I couldn’t be in that much danger could I? My back, legs, and arms were sore from the hard riding and we haven’t stopped for an entire day.

Ariel: Wow. I didn’t know it was possible to go at it all day.

In some cases we had to make a detour because of he black riders. I only noticed one or two at a time and I was beginning to think that they were the same ones.

Ash: No shit, Sherlock.
Ariel: No they were different ones. The original ones were off duty. They had been on overtime.


You can tell after a while. I remember reading in a book back at home that adventures were never as pleasant as they seem at first. Well, whoever wrote that should get a gold metal for accuracy because they were right.
The scenery probably would have been a treat for me if it wasn’t for the endless pounding of the horse and my deprivation of sleep or rest. I had a feeling that God just got bored up there and decided to fiddle around with my life and make it a thousand times more complicated then it really should have been.

Ash: God has nothing to do with this. He draws the line at Sues.

The trees were beginning to get on my nerves. They were everywhere and there was no change in the quantity of them. I grew up in Texas, and where I was raised held more dry air and sunlight then different amounts of tall trees. I liked a grassy, shrubbery (NI!!!)

Ash: Errrr, what?
Ariel: I think it might be a Monty Python quote, but I’m not sure.


type of land where horses, when ridden, didn’t have to try and dodge around large mile wide trees. Okay, they weren’t mile wide, but you get my drift.

Ash: So she knows how to ride a horse?
Ariel: No, she’s already demonstrated a lack of knowledge about that.
Artemis: Another one of her skills I presume.


The air was okay; it was cool and breezy and smelled fresh. Compared to city life in let’s say Houston, it was a treat. Where I had lived in Texas was out in the Guadalupe mountains area. My family and I, all six of us, lived on a farm not far from Alpine.

Ariel: What a coincidence. My family has six people in it. This is getting uncannier all the time.
Ash: Except you’ve never been to Texas.


Alpine was small, old, dusty with a few trees, and in the middle of the desert. I liked it because when it was, let’s say, one hundred ten degrees outside it felt a lot cooler. At least when it wasn’t about to rain. Rain? What is this rain you speak of? Yep, that’s Texas for you!

Ariel: I’d like to see you survive in 90 degree weather in Tennessee. You’d be running for cover.

“Lady Brianna we are nearly there. You will be able to get off very soon,” said the usually silent Glorfindel.

Ariel: *drools*
Drizzt: Disgusting. *wipes drool off arm*


Really that elf was boring with a capital B. And they insisted of calling me Lady or Fair One or Miss. I don’t mind courtesy and all, but they were making me feel like I was either thirty, or a princess. Do I look like a princess? No, I don’t believe I do.

Ariel: They’d have a lot more sense than you. Besides, this is Glorfindel we’re talking about.

“Peachy,” I muttered in reply.
Glorfindel seamed confused. It was really easy to tell when someone was confused. It’s all in their body posture and his head had tilted to the side for a second.
“What is ‘peachy’?” he asked.
Wow! I know something that they don’t! I feel smart!

Ariel: Doesn’t take much does it.

“I meant wonderful, great, nice, alright, fine, you get the picture,” I said in an effort to explain my lingo.
He was still confused.
“What picture do I get?” he asked.
Growl! He can’t understand a word I’m saying!

Artemis: People do not actually say growl.

“Never mind,” I muttered.
Then sunlight blinded me and I shielded my eyes to see an elegant city

Ariel: City? CITY?! RIVENDELL IS NOT A CITY! IT’S A BLOODY HOUSE!

with waterfalls streaming around it and more elegantly grown trees. Oh gee, I wonder who grew those. Not that it wasn’t a beautiful sight to behold; Rivendell just simply sparkled in the intense sunlight and the water surrounding it glittered and flashed to create a peaceful, serene, scene.

Ariel: Enough with the sparkling already. Geez, reminds me of the sparkly vampires. Say do you reckon those vampires are related to Sues? They both sparkle after all.

I had never seen such a beautiful place back at home, though the time when my parents and I visited England was negotiable. We had gone to see Stone Hedge, that great supposed sundial the Anglo- Saxons used (AN, this is what I’ve heard. I’m not sure if it’s right cause I’ve never been there. I’ve been to London, though).

Artemis: What does that have to do with the story? Nobody cares about your life.

I heard another horse gallop up from behind us and Glorfindel turned to look at whoever it was. He smiled and I turned my head to see.
It was Legolas, Prince of Mirkwood. My mouth dropped in surprise at the sight of him. He looked like Orlando Bloom, but it was Orlando Bloom with the beauty of someone who is most definitely immortal. Then as quickly as I went into my little fangirl moment, I snapped out of it and glared at some nearby tree. He caught me completely off guard and I had drooled over his gorgeous body! Stupid elf! They just couldn’t keep their beauty toned down to a nice comfortable level.

Ash: These are elves you nimrod.
Ariel: It’s not like they can turn their beauty off.
Ash: At least they don’t have sexuality oozing off them, unlike someone I know.


Hmm, beauty. That’s what the elves in this world depicted. It wasn’t glamour, sexiness, or anything that would entice a regular girl or boy in my world. They were beautiful. Startling so; perfect in every fashion. Heck even Glorfindel made me blush sometimes and that was on rare occasions when he would catch me off guard. Troublesome.
Legolas said something in elvish to Glorfindel and he replied back in the same language, greatly frustrating me. I really wished that I had taken the trouble to learn their language back home.

Ariel: They would have stared at you and asked you what you were smoking.

They had websites. I did hear my name get mentioned a couple of times. There was a pause in their speech as Legolas road up beside us and smiled at me. I tried not to appear dazzled by him.
“Lady Brianna, it is an honor to meet you. I am Legolas, the Prince of Mirkwood,” he said, inclining his head in my direction.

Ariel: He sent it rolling down a ramp.

I gave him a testy smile while trying to hide my, fangirl issues. It’s not love, praise God, or I’d be in big trouble right now. For one thing, I’d be very immature about it if I did call it that.
“Pleased to meet you Prince Legolas,” if he was going to be formal, then so was I.
I saw the slight grimace at my words and Legolas turned back to Glorfindel.
“How did Elrond know about her?” he asked.

Drizzt: He has a Sue detector installed.
Harry: Did he do that after he sporked the shit that is Ammie Hawke?
Ariel: Yep. Not sure how, but he did. He’s also joined the PPC.


Glorfindel shook his head, indicating that he didn’t know.
“Let us ride into Rivendell together friend, so that you can tell of your journey,” he said.
I suppressed a groan. It probably wasn’t very exciting.

Barbossa: What? Your journey? Of course it wasn’t, it’s boring us to tears.

Elrond’s Office
I now stood outside Elrond’s office waiting for entrance. Glorfindel had stayed with me for a little while before he had to leave to finish some of his personal business that he had to attend to.

Harry: He had to rid himself of her stench.
Ariel: He had to go.


Legolas had to report to the stable to make his horse comfortable, make sure that it had all it needed, get a room, then clean up for the evening meal that was quickly approaching. I hoped that I didn’t end up missing it because I was really hungry. It wasn’t long before Elrond made his appearance.
He wasn’t in his office, but he was walking down the hallway towards me with Gandalf at his side talking in low whispers about, I assumed, Frodo. They looked up at me and seamed pleasantly surprised at the sight of me and I felt awkward.

Harry: Of course. You’re a Sue and Elrond is a member of the PPC.

“Ah, Lady Brianna, at last you have returned. Come in for we have much to discuss,” said Elrond.
Gandalf gave a critical look at me then nodded.
“She has her mother’s gaze, sure enough. But, she isn’t very tall,” commented Gandalf.

Ariel: Her father was a hamster and her mother smelled of elderberrys.
Ash: She was like Jack Black in that MTV spoof.


Elrond waved his hand absentmindedly.
“It probably had something to do with where she grew up at,” he said.

Ariel: She wasn’t eating her chicken.

Gandalf nodded and closed the door behind me when I stepped into the office after them. Elrond gestured to a stone bench near the fire and I nodded my head in thanks while I sat down. The two ancient men sat in front of me on two other benches.
“Well Brianna, I am fairly certain that you would like to know why you are here and why we knew your name,” stated Elrond.
I immediately took a liking to him. He got to the point fast and didn’t talk in annoying riddles. He was cool.
“That would make matters a lot less complicated on my end sir,” I said.
Elrond and Gandalf both nodded their heads.
“Indeed, then you would probably like to know that you were born here two hundred years ago and was whisked away from this world for your own safety,” said Gandalf getting strait to the point.

Ariel: More likely her mother realized she was a Mary Sue and tried to get rid of her.

My jaw dropped and I quickly closed it so that I wouldn’t look stupid in front of the two most powerful people in Middle Earth.
“So, wait, I’m two hundred years old?” I asked.
Elrond shrugged, “Theoretically. Time in the world that you grew up in passes more slowly then this one for by the time you were old enough to return, many of your siblings had already crossed the sea into the west. Your mother will be quite glad to hear of your return,” said Elrond.
Wait… my MOTHER?
“Wait, hang on a sec. If it’s been two hundred years, then my mother should be dead unless she was…” I didn’t finish my sentence; I was too much in shock of what I might actually be.

Ash: A dwarf!
Ariel: A goblin!
Drizzt: A hobbit!


Gandalf just nodded while keeping his face in a calm mask in my confusion.
“Yes Brianna, you are an elf. I’m afraid that I can’t tell you who your mother is for I had sworn to her that I would let her reveal herself to you. Be assured with the knowledge that she exists and is, at this moment, expecting to see you soon. How soon, I know not,” he said.
I just sat there staring at the old man like an idiot with my mouth again hanging open for all to see. I wasn’t taking this bit of surprising news very well.
“So… I’m an elf,” I clarified slowly.

Ariel: (Elrond) Nah, I was kidding. You’re nothing more than a common serf.
Ash: (Brianna) What’s a serf?
Drizzt: She’s a bit slow in the head.


They nodded in unison and shifted positions. It was quite freaky and I couldn’t help but wonder whether or not they were related. I didn’t think they were since Gandalf wasn’t an elf, but the thought still crossed my mind. I was trying very hard not to panic when my stomach gave out an embarrassing growl of hunger and I smiled sheepishly.
“Erm… When’s dinner?” I asked.

Ash: (Elrond) We elves do not eat. We have learned the art of osmosis.

Legolas
Water was a precious gift and should never be ignored. It refreshed the mind and cleansed the body and soul. The bath that I was able to take after my long journey was soothing and very relaxing, but even with its peaceful steam and smooth texture (AN for lack of a better word) thoughts of that strange girl I had met lingered and disturbed my serenity.

Artemis: This is an excellent example of a run-on sentence.

She was just a human there was no denying it, but I couldn’t help but notice her eyes. I was sure that I had seen those eyes before; and not just the way that they resembled the shape and look of an elf’s, but the way they were colored. I had seen them before and no matter how many times I searched my memory, I couldn’t find where they would come from.
She was different from other human women. The way she was able to bear herself on the saddle was almost as if she had royal blood in her veins.

Ariel: Really, I thought she looked more like someone who pretended to know how to ride.

She was short, yes, but she was proud, elegant, and confident. She was also more mature then many of the other human women who had met me and even some of the younger elf maidens. I had noticed that she recognized my inhuman beauty; all of them do, and didn’t even give much of a reaction. I believe that she was quite annoyed by my appearance then anything else. She also wore strange clothes that could not have come from this area. Maybe she was from a strange human culture from a far away land and if so, I must inquire of her customs. They would be exciting to learn.
When I was cleansed, I made my way towards the dining hall at a slow pace to admire the view that surrounded me. Rivendell was a beautiful place to visit and should never be taken in quickly then let the memory of its splendor fade.

All: :huh:

It must be drunk in slowly and peacefully without much of a quarrel. All days should be spent in warmth and wonder at it’s immense history, for it had been around for thousands upon thousands of years. The city is most definitely older then I am.
As I entered the hallway where the shards of Narsiel (SP?) were kept I saw the strange girl again clothed in one of the elfin

Artemis: Unless I am mistaken, that should be ‘elven’.
Ariel: And that should be spelled ‘Narsil’.


dresses that were reserved for special guests. She was admiring the blade from what I could tell for she was standing over the stand on which it was kept. She looked impressed by what she saw, though I could see that the weapon must have given her some disappointment. I walked up to her.
“My lady?” I inquired.
She turned to look at me, momentarily startled by my appearance. Then she bowed in an odd fashion that I had never seen before.
“Prince Legolas. May I ask the reason for your being here?” she seamed a little tense at my presence.
“I was making my way towards the dining hall, my lady,” I replied.
She nodded then turned back to the sword.
“It’s got good quality, but a double edged sword has to be constantly sharpened and repaired. It’s not of elfin make, I presume?” she asked.

All: *eyeroll*
Ash: It took me years to learn to swordfight. And I was trained by an immortal dude who could kill me.


I was quite surprised at her observations about the sword and just merely shook my head.
“No, I believe that it was of Gondorian craft,” I made my way to her side and indicated the blade,

Ariel: Shows how much he knows about swordcraft. It is not Gondorian, you nitwit. It’s Dwarvish.

“Our blades our thinner and slightly shorter then the human craft. But, we usually make our blades sturdy by weaving them with our magic and we shape them with the utmost care. There are many rules that we elves follow in our weapon craft that men and dwarves choose to ignore.”
I sensed the smirk before I saw it. She looked very smug at my and I wasn’t sure why.
“I can promise you, prince, that there are some humans that can make swords even sturdier then that of an elf’s,” she must have been jesting!

Drizzt: I find that highly unlikely. Neither of my scimitars are of human make, and I have seen what humans call swords.

I gave her an annoyed look and held my head up high.
“How would you know this?” I asked.
She pointed at Narsiel.
“That sword for one; it’s still sharp and it can cut through armor. I bet that the only person who could have shattered it was Sauron and it still doomed him.

Ariel: It was not made by humans! It was made by Telchar who was a dwarf!

Besides, I can make swords myself. (AN which isn’t true. She only knows how to make knives)” she said.
I raised an eyebrow, “Alright then. Bring me a freshly made sword made by your hands and we’ll see which is stronger.”
She glared at me; my back shivered at the way she could make her eyes the focus of her stare.
“Fine, I WILL prove my theory to you whether you will accept it or not!” and she stormed off towards the forage room.

Ariel: Good luck with that. Elves had the time needed to craft such beautiful swords.
Drizzt: besides, she could never present him with a human made weapon, not if she’s making it since she’s an elf.


After a minute, she turned back around and marched strait for the dining hall. I chuckled at her antiques and turned to look at the shards of Narsiel. She was right about the sword, I had to admit. It was a deadly blade.

Artemis: (Legolas) But she was wrong about the make. It was a Dwarvish weapon.

“I see that you got our ill tempered guest riled up,” it was Aragorn and he was trying to hide a laugh.
I gave my friend a smile, “She is quite amusing to watch when she is so. But, her glare is unsettling I must admit.”
Aragorn nodded and stood beside me looking down at the broken sword.
“I wouldn’t have challenged her like that. She might win your little bet and stalk away with her head held high. She is a very determined girl. You should have seen her fight the Nazgul. She stared the thing in the hood and tried to punch it’s head. It was a shame that she had gotten burned in the process,” he said.

Ariel: Too bad she’s still a Sue.

I nodded and began to continue my slow journey to the dining hall.


Artemis: He was delayed by the fact that he got lost repeatedly.
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Chapter 3
The Fellowship of the Ring
Author’s Note:
Hi I’m Back! Sorry for the long wait, but I was caught up in other things like… Research Paper!

Artemis: Would it be to much to hope that it was about Lord of the Rings?

That sucked! I had to write the stupid rough draft and turn it in by Thursday of last week! Bleh! Anyway, my regards to…

Ariel: The PPC.
Harry: Shelob.
Artemis: Opal.


Lady Aiedail

Ash: Is a new character that she is giving her regards to.
Harry: Forget the PPC, get the nice young men in white coats.


: Yes, I do have an interesting sense of humor

All: You do?
Ariel: And here I thought you were a Suethor who only thought you were funny.


and I most certainly over do it.

Ariel: Eeyore has more humor than you.

Thank you for the complement in any case

Drizzt: Even if I can’t spell the word compliment.

I really appreciated it. Also, thank you for praising my character portrayal, sometimes I feel like I’ve made her too weak,

All: :huh:
Ariel: Weak? That bitch is not weak, she’s a frickin’ Sue. They’re never weak dammit.


which I thought I had done in my first chapter. And yes I will admit there is a bit of me in it, I’m writing in first person, so it just kind of slips out. I will tell you who her mom is… in three more chapters not counting this one. Enjoy! And please review!

Barbossa: We all know you’re a self-insert. Stop tryin’ to fool us.

dinopoodle: I really do want to know what your guess is! You might have gotten it dead right considering the lack of elf maiden choices.

Ariel: That’s ELLETH! NOT ELF MAIDEN, ELLETH!
Drizzt: *rubs ears* Chill Ariel. I would like to retain my hearing.
Ariel: You’ve been hanging around Artemis haven’t you.


pink: I will say this about the self insert thing, I’m writing in first person. It’s a nightmare trying to make sure that I keep my own thoughts out of the story (especially when I write Lego’s POV).

Ash: And failing miserably I might add.
Harry: I thought Pink was a band. Why on earth are they reviewing a shitty story.


Thank you for the info on Narsiel and Thranduil! I really appreciate it. Enjoy and review!

Ariel: NARSIL! God, why are they so stupid? *bangs head against back of seat*
Drizzt: She’s acting stranger than normal.
Ariel: *muffled voice* It’s the lack of sleep. SOMEBODY won’t stop singing his bloody sings when I’m trying to sleep.
Elrond: *over intercom* What do you expect? I’m an elf after all.


Sorry about the length, but the good chapter doesn’t come until next time.

All: *groan*

Brianna
Jerkolas!

Ariel: That sounds slightly pervy.

That will most definitely be Legolas’ nickname! He’s the elf king of Jerks and I should sue!

Drizzt: Erm, I don’t think Legolas was a jerk. You’re a bitch’s the problem.
Crap I can’t sue him in this world! Damn, Damn, and Blast it all!

Ariel: Besides, Elrond has better lawyer’s than you.

Okay, to put it plainly, Legolas had the gall to go into the forge room and start making fun of my ill attempts at forging a sword. I’ve never really made one before, I’ll admit, but he could have been a gentleman about it like Aragorn. Stupid, blond, prat of an elf!

All: Go Legolas!
Ash: He was making fun of her because she was a Sue and couldn’t do something.
Ariel: he’s fighting her spell!


Aragon was so kind! He helped me make the sword with Gimli, a dwarf, there watching us and making sure we did it right. I liked Aragorn and Gimli, they were cool! Plus Gimli would be so kind to get Legolas in an argument with him instead of Legolas getting me pissed off.

Drizzt: It was a plot. They were lulling her into a sense of peace around them and then they would strike.

Gimli was awed by the sword I was planning to make, I could draw it, and he offered most of the advice to me. Aragorn just helped me lift the heavy stuff while I drew back the hammer. He told me why, no matter the sword you make Katana or not, the sword needed to be thicker around the hilt then near the end. He showed me a few tricks on making a strong basket hilt; my favorite was the intertwining of iron and wood.

Ariel: Where’s Magneto when you need him?

As for the metal chosen for the blade, well, Gimli wanted me to use Mithril, but I was dead set against it. That would mean that I had used an elf metal to make my sword and then the bet would have been lost, so we chose Steele.

Ariel: What the hell’s Steele? I know what steel is but….
Ash: Steele is the much weaker cousin to steel.
Drizzt: I thought Mithril was more of a Dwarven metal due to the fact that it needed to be mined.


After four days, the time it took for Frodo to completely recover, my sword was done (AN I can’t remember when the council; met in the book and I’m not going to check). It was a beautiful thing, the steele shinned

Artemis: How exactly does a sword shin someone? I was under the impression that they didn’t have legs.

brightly on the blade and was extra sturdy because it was only a one edged sword.

Drizzt: Your point? I could still kill you with my eyes shut.

The blade was extra sharp. I was advised against this by Gimli, but I had told him what the blunt squared off edge was for and he understood.

Ariel: I thought the point of a sword was to be extra sharp. Besides, I know how to make a sword that would never have to be sharpened in the first place.
Drizzt: We need to talk about that.


If I fought correctly, then the sharp end would only mean the death of an enemy. On the area near the hilt was the Japanese symbol for fire.

Barbossa: Or so she thought.
Ash: It actually meant ‘My father was a hamster and my mother smelt of elderberry’s’.


Fire was a good name for me, I was hard to tame, and I could rage… most of the adjectives for fire.

Ariel: Yeah, whatever. I’m not buying it.

I had first spared with Aragorn who beat me but not by much because I had been out of practice. Plus he was stronger then I was.

Harry: Because it’s a common hobby amongst teens to practice sword-fighting.
Ariel: There’s also the fact that men generally are stronger than women due to all the muscling they develop.


But the whole Legolas making crude comments about my smithery (Not a word, I just made it up) didn’t bother me as much as what had transpired when we faced off against each other to test my blade.

Barbossa: It broke in half?
Artemis: That would be an amusing sight to see.


My skill had been superb by then because before I went to spare with him, I had Aragorn help me retrain my senses

All: Wha?
Drizzt: Well, she’s restraining her senses. No wonder she keeps losing. Me, I let them go.


to his style. Gimli then stepped in with his ax and we had a huge two verses one spare down. The ax wasn’t hard to get rid of, all I had to do was get my blade into the right spot and pull down. It was Aragorn who gave me the most trouble.

Ariel: He kept making faces at her.
Drizzt: He threw erasers at her.
Ash: He refused to do his homework.


His style, however crude and not as fast and quick as the style of Kendo, was still that of a one who knew the sword from his experiences.

Ash: Who the hell is Kendo?

So, he stayed on defense most of the time learning my moves while I fought him. I was proud to say that when he began to counter attack, I always had a surprise in store for him that he wasn’t prepared for. Then he’d learn to anticipate my change in style and go back to offense again. Then he had pulled some sort of trick and disarmed me, but to me that didn’t mean anything.

Barbossa: Because she was dead by the point.

Without warning and because my hands were suddenly free of my sword, I dashed behind him and landed a quick wrap to his shoulder blades.

Ariel: With what, Suranwrap?

If my aim had been just right, then I would have hit a nerve right in that area and just to my luck Aragorn staggered to his knees, stunned. Gimli was clapping with enthusiasm.
“Absolutely amazing!” he had said, “I’ve never seen anyone be able to do that!”

Drizzt: Clearly he’s never seen me in action.

I had, it was called, two different types of martial arts lessons paid for by my Earth parents with no extra cost.

Ariel: I could still beat the crap out of you and I haven’t had any ‘martial arts lessons paid for by my Earth parents with no extra costs’.

When I had met up with Jerkolas

Ariel: Pervy!

and challenged him he had agreed with a very smug look on his stupid elf face, no offense to my own people, of course. It had gone well for him.

All: *cheers*
Ariel: Of course, he’s had three thousand years to practice.


I hadn’t realized that he had been playing me on defense because of how well he could hide it and how fast he could move.

Barbossa: Because he was an elf. You’re just a Sue, and not even a very good one at that.

Of course his eyesight was a lot better then mine at the moment since my elfin heritage hadn’t come back to me yet.

Harry: So she’s a Santa elf?

Before I had known it, he had disarmed me and pinned me against the ground, his double blades on either side of my head, and his hands pinning my arms to the ground. Damn he was strong!

Ariel: And I bet that made you feel all girly inside. *retches*

I glared at him and the smirk that had been on his faced vanished as badly concealed uncomfortable look crossed his face. I loved glaring at people I didn’t like!

Ariel: So do I. I’m better than you cause there’s a lot of people I don’t like.

Jerkolas had let me go after a second and replaced his smirk on his face.

Drizzt: He’d retrieved it after she’d stolen it from him and hidden it in her sock drawer.
Artemis: he’d ordered it from an elven facial expression catalogue.


“You can’t beet me, no matter how hard you try.”

Ariel: What’s beeting? Does it have anything to do with beets?

I began cussing him out in Japanese as full blown anger over took my entire being. Good thing he didn’t know what I was saying because I don’t think calling him a eunuch was very nice, or a bastard, or any of the other really nasty things I came up with.

Ariel: Poor Will. Everybody thinks you’re a eunuch.
Drizzt: Errr, Ariel? This isn’t Will.


Now after all of that drama, that I didn’t need, I was leaning against one of the railings that overlooked the lake/river that Rivendell was near glaring at the water. Teh! Even the girls back at home would have fallen head over heals for that jerk whether he didn’t act all high and mighty or did.

Ariel: You’ve clearly fallen for him. You’re just too stupid to figure it out.
Drizzt: She’s turned her spell on him and doesn’t even know it.


“No, you ask her Pip! It was your idea after all!” whispered a voice in one of the bushes that was about five feet away from me.
I sighed, what now?
“But she’s mad right now Merry! Why can’t we come back when she’s in a mood that’s not likely to mean our disembowelment?” asked who I knew to be Pippin.
Hmm, now I was curious. What could those two bird brains want with me?
“Because Pip, she won’t be so riled up by then. Anyway, that elf prince shouldn’t treat a girl like that whether they can fight or not!” hissed Merry.

Ariel: I would like to point out that she asked for it.

Aww, how sweat?

Ariel: Well first, you run a few thousand laps and then you do some pushups.

I’ve gained the sympathy of the funniest men in Lord of the Rings!

Ash: They were still in their tweens. I would hardly call them men.

“Hi Merry, hi Pippin! What did you have in mind for Jerkolas?” I asked them and they fell out of the bushes, startled.
They quickly recovered their composure.
“It’s simple,” they said in unison and we began to plan our revenge of Jerkolas.

Ariel: Oh god…..
Drizzt: They sound like Fred and George.


Of course before that I had to attend the counsel of Elrond with a bunch of guys who thought that they were smart.

Barbossa: Compared to you, that’s not hard.

What made it worse was that Legolas was there and was giving me disapproving looks. That is, until I glared him into fidgety submission.

Drizzt: As if a three thousand year old elf could be glared in submission.

That almost made me laugh for how many times does one see an elf fidget?
Elrond stood up and began to speak and I tuned him out since I already knew what he was going to say. Then Boromir decided to chirp out his “wisdom” about the ring and crap like that. If God didn’t have a sense of humor, I swear that I wouldn’t even be here listening to the dweeb.

Ariel: *seethes* Boromir. Was. Not. A. Dweeb. Nor were his words crap.

The air began to get heavy as my mood disintegrated and a great hostile presence was beginning to swirl around me. I had felt this before when some friends of mine, who turned out to be witches back at home were doing witchcraft without my knowledge at one of their birthday parties.

Ariel: Because teenagers regularly practice witchcraft. That is so last century.

The presence now was more then just the regular hate. It was the promise of not just eternal hate, but something wanted me dead and my head began to throb in pain.

All: *chanting* Kill her. Kill her. Kill her.
Ariel: Go ring!


I knew where it was coming from as my eyes rested on that infernal ring. So, Sauron’s little ring felt me a threat? Now that’s something to be proud of. But, I didn’t like the blasted headache that it was giving me!

Ariel: You are getting a headache because you are thinking and Sue brains are built for that.

“Brianna?” it was Aragorn and I found that everyone was staring at me even Jerkolas.
Boromir was giving me an alarmed look.
“Girl, are you ill?” he asked and I found that it was very comforting for me to know that the idiot cared.

Ariel: *seething* Boromir was not an idiot.

I clutched my head as the ring kept trying to pour dark alluring energy towards my body. I was beginning to understand it’s hatred of me now. I wasn’t the least bit attracted to it. All it was in my eyes was a solid gold band of little value. I didn’t find the need in me to lust for it, because I knew what it really was, a damned ring that happened to make people disappear when they put the darn thing on. I saw right through it and it didn’t like it. How I had done so, I wasn’t sure, but I just did.

Drizzt: You know, I had an incident with a similar object. It didn’t give me a headache either. I guess I’m stronger than you.

“The ring hates my guts,” I muttered and I felt as if burning flames were searing through my skin.
“Someone cover it up! It’s trying to kill her!” yelled Gandalf and I knew that he had sensed the hostile presence as well.

Ariel: Gandalf! Shut the hell up! Let it kill her.
Ash: It sensed the presence of the Sue. Only they can be murdered by the ring.


The rest of the counsel went in a blur for me after the ring stopped attacking my mind and senses. I was exhausted, but I kept myself awake until the fellowship was put together, that was when I stood up.

Artemis: I wasn’t aware the ring could actually kill people.

“Permission to go with you Gandalf,” I knew that it would be ultimately up to him.
It was Aragorn who replied, “Absolutely not! We can’t have the ring trying to kill you throughout the journey!”
“But…” I was too tired to argue.
I did glare at them until they squirmed before dodging off towards my room. It wasn’t until I was there that I collapsed on my bed and began to shed tears of fear, anger, and frustration. How dare they not take me?

Ariel: Because you nearly died?

Legolas
Fear had gripped me when Brianna had hunched forwards in her chair clutching her head and I hadn’t known why (AN Legolas, being the more mature one in a sense, noticed a bit more about Brianna then Brianna noticed about him).

Ash: Your point? He’s an elf, of course he did.

Her entire body was ridged from the pain that I couldn’t understand until she voiced that the ring hated her. All lust that I had felt for the ring died instantly as I turned to glare at it. It was attacking an innocent girl for no reason!

Ariel: Innocent my ass. She’s a bloody Sue. They’re never innocent.

Apart from being incredibly and admiringly stubborn, she didn’t deserve the pain the ring was putting her through. She was so pale, and I could see that Frodo and Bilbo were looking guilty and remorseful.

Barbossa: Because it hadn’t succeeded, perhaps?

For one treacherous second, I reveled in their misery. It was their fault that the girl was suffering this pain and not them who were the bearers of the One Ring. She had regained control of her posture after the ring was covered, so the counsel continued. I was mad at them for doing this, for I didn’t want to continue our discussions until Brianna had fully recovered from the ring’s attack. When she had tried to volunteer as a fellowship member, Aragorn and Gandalf weren’t the only ones thinking about her safety when they refused, for her well being was on my mind as well.

Ash: (Legolas) I was hoping she would come so I could kill her when nobody was looking. I came so close during that dual. Dense twit didn’t realize it was a fight to the death.

It was now a few weeks after the counsel and we were going through the preparations to leave, which wouldn’t be until the fall.

All: End of winter?
Drizzt: End of fall is never a good time to go on a quest, spoken from experience.


Brianna didn’t practice her sword fighting with Aragorn and Gimli anymore for she was still mad at them and would spare with Elrond’s two sons instead. The two didn’t seem all too concerned about her safety at all and that made my blood boil. Of course Brianna didn’t care for they way I thought because to her, I was Jerkolas.

Ash: Anybody have a clue what he’s saying here?

I knew by the way she said that word it was meant to be an insult. I had half the mind to be very immature and come up with an insulting nickname for her as well, but I refrained on account of my being to immature. I wasn’t even sure why I treated her with such contempt.

All: Cause she’s a Sue?

I looked down at the shards of Narsiel and sighed. My father wouldn’t be too thrilled about me joining the quest to destroy the ring. I was a prince and should act more like one, he would always tell me this and I would ignore him. I didn’t care about whether I acted like a prince or not.

Artemis: It would be terribly boring to act like a prince if one were immortal.

“What troubles you Legolas?” it was Aragorn.
I looked up and into the trees that surrounded the open hallway.
“Tell me Aragorn, why do I feel that I have seen Brianna somewhere before?” I asked even though that was a minor troubling thought for my case.
“I know not. I’m fairly certain that I have never laid eyes on her before, I would remember,” I heard him chuckle and a strange anger welled up inside of me.
I whirled around to face him, “What do those words mean?”

Drizzt: (Aragorn) She would be dead.

Aragorn held up his hands in defense and I cooled off a little. Where had that come from?
“I simply meant her untamable temper. She is a free spirit,” he commented.

Ariel: Aren’t they all. That is why I plan to make all my heroines prostitute slaves.

I silently agreed as I calmed down from my surprising outburst. Normally I was calm, serene, and sensible in many situations, but a subject concerning Brianna, her name sent confusing feelings into my head. Aragorn seamed to understand so I confided with him about them. When I was done explaining Aragorn looked thoughtful.

Harry: (Aragorn) You appear to be controlled by a Sue.

“Try too… just… keep your worries at bay until the end of the quest. Brianna won’t be coming with us on this journey in any case, so you will have plenty of time to sort out your emotions.”
I nodded then took my leave contemplation his advice. What did he mean by it anyway?

Artemis: That Elrond would kill her while they went on their quest?

Brianna
I was staring out the window towards the direction that the fellowship planned to travel deep in thought. I would have to time it perfectly, but I reckoned that I could pull it off.

Barbossa: (Brianna) I would enslave them all while they tried to pass Moria.

I was going to go with them whether they liked it or not. Besides, I’ve had time to practice my elfish and because of my practice, I discovered a few things that I didn’t have three weeks ago.

Artemis: That she could capture elves in her evil spell?

I smirked in satisfaction at my perfectly thought out plan. This was going to be a piece of cake and they were leaving in another month! I had plenty of time to prepare for a journey and set my own meager affairs in order. I have to act casual though, because if they find out, I’m dead meat!

Ariel: Which you are anyway.
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Chapter 4
Elrond’s Meddling Sons

Artemis: Who are actually Fred and George in disguise.

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Ash: Bet they weren’t giving concrit either.
Ariel: No, they were probably something along the lines of ‘ZOMG it’s Leggy!1! UR Gr8 U shld rite more. PlZ rite more!111!


dinopoodle- oh, you have no idea what I have in store for Brianna in this chapter! Mwahahahahahahahaha!!!!

All: *groan*

Albenstern- erm, I had to figure out a way to get Brianna into Middle Earth. Killing her just seemed like a good idea.

Ariel: It’s only be used a million times. Besides, it was such a retarded way of killing her.

Also, don’t worry about not knowing English very well, you write it very nicely (of course that sentence I just wrote was probably grammatically incorrect!).
Sorry for taking so long to update! I’ve had to do things like school and essays and finals to deal with

Drizzt: Unfortunately, none of that involved learning more about Arda.

so I didn’t have enough time to update or even work on it. I will promise this, though; the story is planned and I will update as soon as I possibly can. Anyway, enjoy and please review!

Ariel: if I do review, it will be criticism and lots of it.

Brianna

Gandalf and Aragorn had to have suspected me trying to leave, because I suddenly found myself being tailed by Arwen, Legolas (to my annoyance), and Elrond’s sons.

Barbossa: They were looking for chances to kill her.

Damn, I was hoping to be able to go through with my plans with little to no interference from the outside. Aragorn tried to calm my rebellious spirit by “talking” to me and saying that it was “too” dangerous for a “lady such as yourself.”

Ariel: Ever wondered why no women went on it? Well now you know. Besides, it’s a bit dodgy for one woman to travel with nine males who are not related to her.

He’s lucky that I don’t have godlike strength or I would have pulverized him by now.

Ash: If you had god-like strength I’d have to hunt you down and personally kill you to show you what god-like strength really was.

Unfortunately for the meddlesome fellowship members, the very thing that they were trying to prevent was happening. My own affairs had already been set in order, and my own stock of throwing knives was foraged; heck, I even sown my own travel clothes.

Ariel: because modern teenagers like sowing their own clothes.

I obtained some boots from Arwen, with the assurance that they were for training purposes only,

Artemis: And she didn’t suspect a thing.
Ash: Gandalf had bewitched them to trip the Sue up every time she tried to go anywhere with them.
Ariel: How dense is Arwen if she didn’t suspect a thing?


which they were going to be until the fellowship left. I found some old elfin chainmail

Harry: Santa’s elves sure knew how to make chainmail. Plastic chainmail that is.

in my room and had begun to weave it into flexible netting by entwining the mettle with string.

Ariel: The hell?

I had actually done this before since my parents owned the only forage

Drizzt: Anybody can forage, you idiot. It’s as simple as going outside and picking a few oranges.

in central Texas. I had learned a lot from my grandfather and grandmother who specialized in making swords and armor for renaissance fairs and movies.

Ash: Which is not the same as weapons and armor that is actually going to be used. Armor and weapons for movies are made differently to keep the actors from getting injured.

It had been finished the day before the fellowship began to get ready for their travels. Everything else was easy for me to obtain. I made myself a leather vest to go over the netting I had made and some nice sturdy leather gloves for punching purposes.

Ash: Iron knuckles work better for that.

There were more conventional ways to fight besides with a sword.

Ariel: Such as words.

It was now three days before the fellowship had to depart Rivendell and I was already packed and prepared to leave after the fellowship did when Arwen decided to grace my room with her presence.

Ariel: I thought she said that she didn’t have everything ready till the day before they departed.
Artemis: it is the Suethor’s logic, or lack thereof.


My bag was hidden under my bed and I had resolved to pretending to be quiet and still fuming over not being allowed to join them. She stared at me for a while then sighed and sat down on the bed next to me.

Artemis: oh good, she is not as dumb as I feared.

“I don’t know why you wish to accompany them on the quest, Brianna. You know what the ring does to you. If you go with them, it might try to kill you again like it did before. It’s best that you stay here,” she said gently.

Ariel: Finally! Someone speaks logic to the dense Sue.
Drizzt: theoretically, she should spontaneously combust.
*All wait expectantly*
Ash: Damn.


I rolled my eyes and made a picture of angry pouting. I still needed to act convincing to get suspicion off my back. Arwen of course seemed to see right through me.

Barbossa: You’re a ghost?
Ariel: So the ring did succeed in killing her.
Ash: She spontaneously combusted!


“If you leave, we will come after you. You’re not an elf and therefore obtain no elfin strength as I do.

Artemis: I thought you said she was a to hundred year old elf.
Ash: Arwen, you do not have ‘elfin’ strength. You are not a helper in Santa’s workshop.


We will come get you whether you like it or not,” she said.

Artemis: I would imagine that if she’s planning on sneaking away, she wouldn’t like it if they came and got her.

Well damn, she’d caught on. I was going to have to be extremely careful about how I go about leaving. I just gave her one of my false smiles.

Ariel: (Brianna) Here, have a fake smile.

“Awe, come on Arwen, I’m not intending to do anything rash!” I chirped.

All: Yes you are!

This was true; I had thought everything out before hand and took some measures to make sure that the ring wouldn’t bother me again.

Artemis: She’s wearing a tin foil hat?

Reading a lot of books nearly unceasingly comes in handy from time to time. Thanks to Harry Potter and Eragon, I figured out how to block my mind from people or things that I didn’t want in there. It works like a charm in this world.

Ariel: I was under he impression that those prevented people from reading your mind. That would do absolutely nothing to help you against the ring.
Ash: She would’ve been better off reading Artemis Fowl for that kind of thing, or watching X-men.


Arwen and I talked for some time after until she decided to depart for her own room and get some sleep.

Ash: I thought elves did not need sleep as often as mortals.

Time Lapse
Over the next few days my acting skills were put to their ultimate test.

Ariel: Would you make up your mind?! Was it one day, three, or several? Damn Suethors and their lack of logic.

They most definitely suspected something whether I wanted them to or not and Gandalf was especially keen on making sure that I stayed put.

Harry: He thought she’d look good as a lawn ornament.
Drizzt: Elrond wasn’t so keen on the idea.
Ariel: What do you expect? I wouldn’t want a Sue for a lawn ornament.


By the time that the company was to leave Rivendell, Elrond’s sons and Arwen were hard to separate from my side. Things were not going as I had planned, but I only looked at them as minor setbacks because I was determined to follow them whether Elrond wanted me to or not.

Harry: By that time, Elrond was desperate to get rid of her. He’d gone as far as to make a deal with Sauron to get rid of her.

Legolas

We were setting out today and as the fellowship and I waved everyone off, I noticed that Brianna was lingering in a dark corner looking sorry for herself.

Barbossa: Typical Sue.
She shouldn’t act like such a little spoiled child, for we were leaving her behind for her own health.

Barbossa: No, you were leaving her behind because you didn’t want a Sue tagging along.

Although I did suspect that she was plotting something, I was certain that Aragorn and Gandalf had put a stop to any plans she tried to make that involved running off with us.

Ariel: Too bad she managed to break out of the dungeon cell they’d put her in.

Brianna turned to glare at me for some odd reason that I suspected had to do with my own support in keeping her under surveillance. Even if she was a spoiled brat, I had to admire her own courage.

Artemis: What courage? This Suethor has no idea what courage even is.

After all, she does know; I thought; that the ring is like a poisonous presence to her. Either that, or she was just incredibly dense.

Ariel: He’s actually fought her spell off. GO LEGOLAS!

Her eyes had become a novelty among the other elves as well as among my own thoughts. How such a hypnotizing mixture of colors could be pulled into one girl was beyond my own reasoning. Plus, I could have sworn that I had seen those eyes before!

Drizzt: In your nightmares.

“Legolas,” said Aragorn bringing me out of my troubled thoughts.
I turned to face my long time friend and realized that the fellowship was beginning to move out. I also noticed that Aragorn was trying his best to hide a knowing smirk that greatly vexed me.

Drizzt: He knew that Legolas was disgusted that he’d even been under the Sue’s spell.

“Take your mind off our stubborn beauty my friend and focus on the task at hand before Gandalf has a reason to get grumpier then he already is,” he said with hidden meaning to the first half of his phrase.

Barbossa: Gandalf is permanently grumpy. It comes with age.

I didn’t like what he was trying to imply considering the age difference. Plus, Brianna and I had nothing in common and she’s taken it upon herself to call me Jerkolas!

Ariel: Still sounds pervy.

I don’t know what Jerk actually means, but I am certain that it is supposed to be an insult. What have I done to insult her, anyway?

Artemis: Nothing, she’s just being a dense human teenager.

I thought through my weeks of knowing the young girl and could come up with nothing on my part and decided that it was all her fault for being judgmental.

Ariel: Blame everything on the Sue. It’s easier.

Nighttime
Brianna
I carefully began to make my way over the wall of Rivendell

Ariel: There’s a wall around Rivendell? Wouldn’t that imply that they didn’t want visitors?
Artemis: Please remember that this Suethor thinks that Rivendell is a city.


and onto the ground far below with the sack of provisions and my sword slung on my belt. That weighed me down a bit so I ended up making a wee bit more noise then I really wanted to.

Drizzt: Every elf was in the last homely house was waiting for her at the bottom.

I knew that the other elves had most likely now been alerted to my escape, so when I hit the ground; lightly might I add, I bolted into the woods and began speedily searching for the fellowship’s tracks.

Barbossa: Was Aragorn not a ranger? Would he not have helped hide the tracks?

Those were actually easy enough to find, since there were about two crazy hobbits on the team who were kindly making sure I can follow them on my request.

Ariel: Great, we have Littlechildren!Hobbits. Just what they need on the fellowship.

I love Merry and Pippin they’re so helpful when it comes to being secretive. Love them, love ‘em, love ‘em! I just hope that they don’t get in trouble for trying to help me tag along with the fellowship.

Barbossa: Actually the entire fellowship is on to it. They’re waitin for her to show up.

I wasn’t a bad runner, but I could only keep it up for about ten minutes before I needed to start walking a bit to cool myself down. I wasn’t for stopping at all lest the elves actually catch up to me, which I would be surprised if they ended up doing so.

Drizzt: I expect them to find you before long. These are elves we are talking about not elfs.

At about four in the mourning, I needed to finally lie down and get some rest before I ended up hurting myself.

Ariel: She still hasn’t caught up with the fellowship?
Drizzt: She was only twenty feet away from where she started.
Ariel: That could take awhile.


I quickly found a good concealed hiding spot for me to remain inconspicuous and took out my long wool cloak from my pack and slept on the hard forest floor.

Drizzt: Forest floor is only hard if there’s a drought.

My dreams were not the best of dreams that I had ever had in a while. Actually, if I had admitted to myself at the time, they were quite pleasant. The problem was that they were about someone whom I didn’t want to dream about.

Ariel: Hell?
Artemis: That’s a place. She was dreaming about someone.
Ariel: Gollum?
Rest: *look faintly green*


Brianna’s Dream:
He stood there staring at me for a few seconds with a curious light in his eyes that confused me greatly until he leaned towards me and lifted up my chin to where my eyes met his.

Ariel: His eyes were glowing red.
Drizzt: It’s the balrog?
Ash: Could be Sauron.
Ariel: The Suethor probably thinks Sauron is nothing more than a giant eyeball so I doubt it.


“I’ve seen those eyes somewhere before, but where? Your eyes, torture me so with their mysterious color and mesmerizing light. Where had I encountered such eyes before?” he muttered softly.

Harry: Those eyes were the same color as his mothers.
Rest: *look even more green*


I opened my mouth to answer, but words couldn’t exit my throat. Actually, I don’t even think they formed in my head; I just ended up opening my mouth. He leaned in…

Harry: And head butted her in the stomach. Hard.

Brianna wakes up
I blinked as sunlight drifted down into my eyes and I turned my head away from the offending light. At first, I had thought that the intruding morning glory had awakened me, but I soon found out that the sun wasn’t the reason. There were voices talking softly above me.

Ash: (PPC1) I think we should drop her in a vat of boiling oil, pull her fingernails out, flay her, draw and quarter her, and then burn her at the stake.
Drizzt: (PPC2) Will she survive all that? She’s not at all like Rosa, she’s not invincible.
Harry: (PPC1) If she doesn’t survive it, oh well. That’s one less Sue to contend with.


“Elladen, father will murder us in our sleep if he finds out that we escorted her to the fellowship instead of taking her back with us!” hissed one voice.

Ariel: Everybody say hello to Elladan and Elrohir who are actually Fred and George in disguise.

“Look, Elrohir, I understand your concern, but I do believe that Brianna can handle another run in with the ring. In any case, it wouldn’t be fair for us to take her back now! She’s come so far from Rivendell, that I fear she will never speak to any of us again if we made her return,” insisted whom I took to be Elladen.

Drizzt: She’s only twenty feet away.

Well crap! Elrond’s sons followed me and one wanted me to keep going while the other wanted me to go back. Personally, I was with Elladen.

Artemis: Who actually wanted to take her to the Fellowship because they had their own plans for death and dismemberment.

Without waiting for any more of their conversation and also looking for a reason to get the dream about Jerkolas off my mind, I sat up and glared at the two arguing elves. They both had the decency to look guilty even if I wasn’t going to let them off lightly.

Ariel: Oh brother. She sounds like she’s trying to act like their parent.

“Why are you two here?” I asked angrily.
Elladen answered for his brother, “We were told by father to check up on you at midnight and we found that you were not in your room. So, we followed you to bring you back to Rivendell.”

Drizzt: So that their father could kill you. He is a member of the PPC after all.

Elrohir nodded while glaring at his brother.
“Yes and HE wanted to keep going because you’re almost caught up with the fellowship,” he muttered angrily.
I smiled, “Really now? Well, I guess my night wasn’t too bad after all.”
I mentally tried to push back the incriminating dream about Jerkolas.

Ariel: Do you reckon this counts as misspelling Legolas?
Ash: Do you see any minis?


Elladen was thinking hard about something by the way his eyebrows slanted and his green eyed gaze turned hard. I knew he was trying to find a way to get me to go on.

Barbossa: Well, we know he gets his eyebrows from his father.
Ariel: not sure about where the eyes are from. Especially since he is supposed to have grey eyes.


“How about we take her to Lothlorien? She’d probably like to meet the Queen of the Woods and see the trees,” he suggested after a while.

Ariel: They opted for plan B. Take her to Lothlorien and let Galadriel deal with her.
Artemis: Considering that this is Galadriel, I would be terrified if I was her.


I understood where he was going. According to his thoughts, Lothlorien was the place that the fellowship was most likely to go and Queen Galadriel would surely let me join the fellowship after that.

Barbossa: Actually, you’d be dead long before they got there.
Ariel: Galadriel. Was. Not. A. Queen! She is a Lady! That is it! Thranduil is the only elvish royalty in Middle earth!


Especially since it will end up one member short by the time I got there. I didn’t want to dwell too much on that sad subject though, since Gandalf would end up coming back to life in Fangorn Forest.

Ariel: *Is clenching and unclenching her fists* Anybody want to hunt her down and kill her before she gets there?
Drizzt: How can one be so uncaring of someone dying?


Elrohir didn’t look too thrilled with his brother’s idea, but he did see reason with the proposal.
“That might do more good then harm if what father said is to be true. Alright, I will let her go to Lothlorien,” he said after a long pause to consider the request.

Ariel: he liked the idea of his grandmother torturing the Sue.

I mentally began to jump for joy. That meant I would end up going with the fellowship anyway! Happy days are here again!

Artemis: especially when the death and dismemberment begins.

Author’s Note:
Hope you enjoyed the chapter and PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE review.

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Chapter 5- Part 1
Detour to Lothlorien

Barbossa: Mirkwood was closed for the week due to a major holiday.
Ariel: Moria was closed for construction.


Author's Note:
I didn't want to do this, but since it's been a long time from my last update, I decided to give you guys part of the chapter so I can finish the rest of it with a good self conscious.

Harry: Knowing that a good part of your readers are clawing their eyes out and bleeding on the keyboard.

I am glad that you all are enjoying my story and I hope that you enjoy the first part of Detour to Lothlorien.

Artemis: It’s doubtful. Your lack of research is making this a trying read.

Special thanks to all those who reviewed!

Ash: Alas, they did not give her constructive criticism.

dinipoodle: Of course they would have helped her out (*Smiles*)! They needed to do something besides sit there and be Elrond's sons.

Artemis: In the books, I believe they did more than ‘sit there and be Elrond’s sons’. They accompanied Aragorn into the Paths of the Dead, and fought beside him in the Pelennor Fields. That is hardly ‘sitting there and being Elrond’s sons’.

CeresMaria: Thank you for the compliment! I usually like making my intended romance characters hate each other at first.

Harry: Then it’s not original if you do that to all your characters.

Neji'sDarkNymph: Thank you, thank you, and yep! She has to you cause she can't get into Lothlorien without meeting him.

All: Who?

Randomperson: Really, highly amusing? Damn it was supposed to be all morbid and dark… kidding! ^-^ (Who started them little smiley faces anyway?)

Drizzt: I dunno, and quite frankly I don’t care.

Rosered: Course I'm going to continue! I wrote a frickin' outline for the dang story, I have to continue it. Took me three days to do that outline, too (tear).

Ariel: I’ve been working on the outline for my fiction for close to a month and I’m still working on it.

The One and Only Charcoal: Sorry that you hate me? And besides, I'm Updating, see? SEEEEEEEEEEEE?

Harry: You are under arrest for the abuse of the capslock.

To all you faithful readers out there, thank you for the support you're giving my story, and if you do have ideas this story I do encourage you to voice them.

Harry: Not that she’ll ever consider them since she’s already got it outlined.

Comments and concerns would help as well I don't mind criticisms or questions about a chapter that I wrote that you didn't get. Never be afraid to review my stories, and don't be afraid to get on my profile and see anymore of my stories.

Ariel: I’m not afraid. I’m terrified.

BTW, for those of you who have read Itachi's Redemption and are reading this (but I do encourage those who like Naruto and Sailor Moon to read Itachi's redemption who haven't)

Ariel: We’re not fans of anime thank you.

I'm going to continue it! In fact, I'm halfway done with editing the first chapter. I'm also writing a Sailor Moon/Kingdom Hearts fanfic and I'm almost done with the third chapter.

All: *deadpan* Wahoo.

I encourage you all to read it (yes, I know, Kingdom Hearts is lame… this one's different! Brianna's in it for one thing.

Ariel: And that made it much worse.

She's in Itachi's Redemption as well, but as a side character). Heck, I had a friend who hates Sailor Moon and Crossovers who read Itachi's Redemption and Pure Star and Pure Heart and now tolerate the stories because Brianna's in them…

Ariel: Great, a Suethor.

or because Itachi's Redemption happens to be about Itachi. Go figure.

Harry: I never would’ve known if you hadn’t pointed that out.

Anywhoo, enjoy the first part of the fifth chapter of Eyes of a Wolf (there is a point to the title I promise!) and don't forget to review. Review! REVIEW! REVIEW! Hi!

All: BYE!

Brianna
Yickity, Yickity, yack, the elf went up the rack. Got some pots then came back down, yickety, yickety, YACK! YACK! YACK! Those two talk way too much when their frickin' bored!

Artemis: Possibly because you are not interesting to talk to.

Will I say anything, though? No, because then they might get offended and turn back around to Rivendell and I would have to face Elrond and Arwen's lectures of no return.

Ariel: Sounds terrifying.
Ash: Little does she know that both are PPC agents and are trailing the trio.


Besides, I had my reasons for wanting to go along one of them including preventing Boromir's death.

All: Don’t!

It's amazing how my opinion of him changed when I actually had a decent talk with him… and after I beat him in sword training, but who cares about that?

Drizzt: He let her win. A man who has spent most of his life defending his city cannot be beat by a mere girl who fights for a hobby.

Anyway, Elrohir and Elladen have made an effort of annoying me to death by talking non-stop for the past half of a day. They were reciting elfin poetry and commenting on it when they jolly well knew that I barely understood elfish.

Harry: Then how do you know it was poetry?
Ariel: They were speaking in Ig-pay Atin-Lay.
Ash: She’s an idiot if that’s the case.
Artemis: That should be ‘elvish’.


Did I just say "Jolly well"? Teh! I think that I've been reading too much (1) Redwall.

Ariel: Yippee! I’ve always loved reading books where the main character is a rodent. Not.

Maybe I should grant the two chatterbox's with one of the many stories that I knew to get them to shut up for a second.

Artemis: Most likely because they would be asleep two seconds in. I’m pretty sure a mortal story would be boring to elves that have actually done the things in the story.
Ariel: What, defeating dragons and kissing the princess?


"Lady Brianna, what did you think of the ballad of…" insert elfish name that I can't pronounce.

Ariel: Actually it was Pig Latin.

I gave them a blank look and shrugged, "Sorry, wasn't paying attention. I was enjoying the scenery."

Harry: They were walking in a desert.

Elladen looked slightly crestfallen, a feature which almost would have broken my heart if I hadn't been annoyed with the two talkative elves from the moment the three hour mark hit of their ceaseless elfish

Artemis: Elvish.

chatter. Elrohir seamed to be the sensible one of the day.
"Elladen,

Ariel: Oh hello, Elladen. Would you like some bacon.

she doesn't speak our language, so our conversation must have bored her. Lady Brianna, how much of our tongue can you comprehend?" he asked.

All: None at all.

I began to go through the words that I happened to know; a very meager amount indeed. The two elves looked beyond guilty that they had ended up shutting me out of their conversation and began to go into a brief summary of what they had been talking about.

Harry: (Elrohir) Well, it was about a children’s book called ‘Where’s my Cow?’.

It turns out that they had been discussing their favorite ballads, poems, and riddles that the elfin

Artemis: Elven.

race had written over the millennia. After hearing a summary of what they had been talking about, I understood why Elladen

Ariel: Well hello, Elladen II. Bacon?

had looked disappointed when I told him that I hadn't been listening.

Ariel: She had the attention span of a housefly.

I felt genuinely bad about doing that since I hadn't asked them to kindly translate what they had been saying. I felt so bad about the way I had acted that I apologized to them for not asking them to tell me what they were talking about sooner. They graciously brushed off my blunder with their light attitudes. Such optimists!

Ariel: No, they’re laughing at you through their psychic link.

After that Elladen

Ariel: Elladen III? Good grief, look up the spelling.

took out food for us to eat while we walked and I kindly obliged to the sensible gesture. I was getting hungry and I was certain that they could hear my stomach growling from where they were standing.

Drizzt: They could also hear when she was about to pass gas. They were remarkably fast runners.

When we finished our lunch, they began to sing songs that they knew or had written themselves while I listened to Elrohir's tenor voice sing with Elladen's bass.

Ariel: Elladan! Elladan dammit! Sorry Elladen. *feeds bacon*

It was a very pretty song. Pretty and long to be precise, but I enjoyed it all the same. When they were done singing some of theirs, I sang a few songs that I knew.

Ariel: They were rolling around on the ground whimpering and pleading with her to stop singing.

The Phantom of the Opera was one of them and yes, my voice went low enough for me to sing the tenor part and high enough to sing the highest note in the song.

All: Uh-huh.

My parents back on earth said that I had the most astounding voice in the family. This was something that I couldn't be very modest about since most of my family had only one octave and that was badly sung pop music.

Harry: This girl is most definitely a Sue.

The two elves were even more shocked about my voice then people back at home were when I had the guts to go up and sing in front of them. When I was done singing they bade me continue introducing songs to them. That was an easy task since I knew a lot of songs, but the hard part of that task was making sure that the songs didn't have anything inappropriate in them.

Harry: It’s doubtful they would have understood what the songs were about.

I knew songs that would make even Saruman blush, no joke.

Harry: Right.

After a long time of this, we finally stopped for the day to sleep. I rolled out my two blankets and slid into a sleeping position. We had already eaten dinner on the march since Elrohir didn't want to make a fire.

Barbossa: He was allergic to smoke.

I felt myself get lolled to sleep by Elladen's

Ariel: *feeds mini*

singing and allowed the darkness to take hold of my mind, sending me into dreamland.
Dreamland:
I was kissing someone, and I liked it. I couldn't see his face; all I could hear was the sound of his heavy breathing as his lips brushed against mine.


All: STALKER!

I was also breathing heavily and responding to the stranger's gentle romantic caresses and surprisingly enjoying it.

Drizzt: Of course. She’s a hormonal teenager.

We finally drew back and I was startled to find Legolas staring down at me; his blue eyes alight with a strange fire I had not seen within before.

Ariel: Might want to see an eye doctor about that.

He caressed my cheek gently with his hand that had held the back of my neck while we were engaged in our kiss.

Drizzt: He asked you to marry him while kissing you?
Ariel: Multi-tasker.
Artemis: How long have they known each other?


"You have no idea how beautiful you really are," he whispered gently.

Harry: To die for, literally. You’re going to die because you’re beautiful.
Drizzt: Not to mention a Sue.


I was even more surprised when my lips parted into a smile.
"Thank you, Legolas," I muttered against my better judgment.
Wait… what the HECK! Wake up you idiot!


Harry: Don’t, the PPC are going to kill you and they don’t want you waking up.

End Dreamland:

Ariel: Aww, but I don’t wanna go home.[/b]

I shot up in shock of the dream that I had about… about… Jerkolas!

All: Pervy!

Why was I dreaming about kissing him or any other romantic crap? Why were my cheeks red?

Harry: The Joker got a hold of you.

I needed to do something, anything to stop these horrific nightmares. They are nightmares, am I right? I would never actually KISS Legolas, would I?

Drizzt: More importantly, he would never kiss you.

I glanced over to the sleeping form of Elladen

Harry: have some bacon and eggs.

and the vigilant form of Elrohir. The one elf who was awake gave me a curious look.
"Lady, Brianna? What ails you?" he asked.
I shook my head and slowly re-rested my head on my makeshift pillow.
"Nothing, just a bad dream," I muttered and drifted back into an uneasy sleep.

Ariel: Where I awaited you. Mwahahahahaha.

Dreamland didn't seem like such a good place to be anymore. Not with Sir Jerkolas hovering in the place.
Legolas
I sat watching the night sky as the rest of the fellowship slept for the rest of the night. I couldn't sleep anymore, not with Brianna constantly plaguing them.

Ariel: What was he doing sleeping anyway. I thought elves didn’t need as much sleep as the rest of us.

I didn't understand her effect on me, the way she riled me up and suddenly brought my stern and impassive nature to an end for a short time. She was confusing! And now after basically arguing with her the entire time that I had known her, I'm dreaming about her! Why? I didn't understand.

Harry: We do, she’s getting control over your mind.
Ariel: FIGHT IT!


"Legolas, you haven't slept in days. I should think that elves would need to rejuvenate their energy at some point," it was Aragorn.

All: Nope.
Artemis: Elves didn’t need as much sleep as the rest of the fellowship.


I sighed and rested my head against the tree that I was currently leaning against.
"I'm just not weary, Aragorn," I muttered quietly so I wouldn't disturb the others.
Aragorn sat down next to me and took out his pipe to smoke. I never smoked as a rule (AN, I don't really know that, just making a general assumption) and I never intended to start.

Ariel: Did elves in general smoke?
Ash: I wouldn’t think so.


"So, would you pray tell me why sleeping has become like a sin to you. It's been three days since you started taking the night watch," he stated more then asked.

Ariel: Let me say his to you in sice small words so you can understand.
Everyone else: *covers ears*
Ariel: ELVES DO NOT NEED AS MUCH SLEEP AS US MERE MORTALS!


I closed my eyes, trying to get Brianna out of my head.
"It's nothing Aragorn," I tried feebly knowing that any chance of getting out of telling him the truth was futile.
Aragorn was silent for a while as he puffed on his pipe. I decided that he had let the matter rest and was about to drift off into a doze when he finally spoke again.

Harry: (Aragorn) There is a presence heavy on your mind isn’t there.
Ariel: (Legolas) I find it difficult to fight it.
Drizzt: (Aragorn) Everyone in the Fellowship ahs the same problem barring Gimli and possibly Gandalf. We must persevere.


"Brianna is a curious young girl isn't she. Very wise for one her age,

All: Not!

I can tell you. But, she's rambunctious and hard headed all the same," his words made my blood suddenly boil with anger.

Ariel: He was mad that she had tried to take over his mind.

"She's more then that, Aragorn. So much more…" I trailed off when I realized that I had just defended her.

All: Damn.

Aragorn smiled and removed his pipe from his mouth.
"She frustrates you, does she not?" he asked.
I nodded and glared at the branches of the tree above me.
"She's very rude, obnoxious, and… and…"

Ariel: You need not say more. We understand your hatred of her.

Aragorn was giving me a look of amusement and I glared at him.
"I know what you're thinking, Aragorn," I challenged in a low warning tone.

Ash: So he’s a mindreader now?
Ariel: (Aragorn’s thoughts) What I wouldn’t give for a warm bed, a bath, and a plate of pop tarts.


He raised one of his eyebrows and I groaned in frustration.

Ariel: He’d been completely off with his guesses as to what Aragorn was thinking.

"My feelings for her are not for love!" I snapped.

All: Thank Eru.

"You are quick to deny it? I did not say anything to begin with and you assume that I believe you love the young mortal girl. Now that would raise suspicious thoughts," he muttered.

Ariel: I thought she was an elf.

My face was hot from embarrassment and denial. I was not in love with a mortal girl!
"I will not fall in love with a mortal girl!" I hissed angrily.

Harry: No, you should because that would rule the bitch out since she’s not moretal.

Aragorn sighed and shook his head.
"The more you deny your feelings the more apparent it will become to others. It's best to be the first to realize your feelings then the last person," he advised.

Barbossa: Why is Aragorn giving Legolas advice?

I didn't answer. I couldn't answer. I didn't want to answer, but I knew that he was right.
"Your dreams are proof enough of your love for her, Legolas."

All: Right.

Brianna
We were walking, and walking, and walking. Oh and don't forget… walking.

Artemis: I do believe we got the point the first time you sai walking.

I was getting bored with walking and I wanted to do something like… like… play tag. Yes, tag is the perfect game to pass the time.

All: Right.

It has been a week since I had made my escape from Rivendell and the twins had decided to take me to Lothlorien. Elladen had been trying to convince Elrohir to let me catch up with the fellowship and join up with them, but he made his point by saying that I would end up seeing the fellowship later on in Lothlorien. I tried to hide my annoyance and go on with the walking.

Ariel: Why is she annoyed? Isn’t this exactly what she wants?

After another week of the strenuous walking found me and my companions in a large stretch of rocky hills and I groaned in despair. Climbing rocks was so not cool.

Harry: Good for you.

Elrohir squinted off into the distance and swore in elfish. At least I think he swore because it sure sounded like he did by the tone in his voice.
Elladen gave him an inquisitive look and squinted in the same direction and sighed. He then turned to me.
"Crebien (sp?)

All: Wrong!
Ariel: It’s crebain.


are watching the gap of Rohan.

Artemis: Gap should be capitalized.

It seems that Saruman doesn't want us to pass that way, so we will have to make a detour over the mountain," he said and glanced over at the extremely tall peek that began the mountain range surrounding us.
I sighed and gave them a desperate look.
"You two are going to help me, right?" I asked.

All: No!

They smiled, "Of course, Lady Brianna."
Then I asked, "And what about the fellowship?"
The two of them shrugged.
"They might have gone through the gap of Rohan or over the mountain as well," said Elrohir.

Barbossa: Or maybe they were eaten by wargs.

I knew better, though. The fellowship must have already gone to the Mines of Moria. I knew why we ended up missing them so closely. Elrohir had been trying his hardest to make sure that I didn't catch up with the fellowship and convince Gandalf to let me join with them from then on.
I stretched for a second then slammed my fist into the palm of my other hand.

Artemis: Thereby breaking the bones in her hand.

"Right! Let's skidaddle out of here and go clime that mountain!" I chirped excitedly.

Ariel: How do you clime a mountain?

The two twins laughed and began helping me over the large rocks that proved the first obstacle towards my intended goal. I had to get to Lothlorien and join the fellowship at all costs and no, none of my reasons had anything to do with Jerkolas! Or, that's what I tried to convince myself. Damn confusing elf!

Ariel: Yay, it’s almost over.

(1): Redwall is a book and a series written by Brian Jacques for those of you who have no earthly idea what Redwall is. I encourage reading them, they're really good.

Ariel: Nope, not going to read them.


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dinopoodle- glad you liked it, and I'm surprised that a lot of people actually know what Redwall is. I tell people around me about Redwall and they have no idea what the hell I'm talking about. And don't worry about spelling errors, I make them too (most of the time when I'm not on the computer).
Elfie Girl- thanks for the compliment.
Artemis: Do I want to know what she was being complimented for?

Whisperoak88- glad I have you wondering things. I'm updating see? Don't hunt me down please?
Harry: Suethor hunt, anyone?
Drizzt: Let me get my scimitars. I’ll show this girl real sword-fighting.


CeresMaria- thanks
Hobbit077- Aragorn's look will be priceless and I'll make it even more entertaining just for you! ^-^
amberhathaway- glad you liked Legolas' nickname.
Ariel: Someone actually liked that nickname? I thought it sounded perverted myself.

Crazycrystal- glad you liked it and thanks for the complament about my character!
Um, so yeah, sorry about the wait for the rest of this chapter I know that you all have been looking forward to it. So I hope you all enjoy it!
Barbossa: Highly doubtful.

Oh and before I forget, I've read some stories from LOTR that have marry sues in them. They're good reads, but people seem to complain about the main character being too perfect.
Ariel: *sarcastically* Imagine that.
Drizzt: Why on earth would we be complaining about perfect girls who can outduel and outshoot all of the main characters, get all of them to instantly fall in love with her, and in general be a nuisance to everyone?
*crickets chirp*


Let me know if Brianna is turning into a Marry Sue, please.
All: YOUR CHARACTER IS A MARY SUE!

I really don't want you guys reading this thinking that Brianna's all cool and stuff then I suddenly slam a Marry Sue quality on you guys.
All: Too late.
Ariel: You lost me at her randomly getting stabbed in school and managing to break her murderer’s neck before dying.


Let me know 'cause I really don't want to disappoint you guys. So on that note, let the final part to the chapter begin!
Brianna
I spy with my little eye a… rock. Oh and there's another rock over there! And a bolder over there! Ooh and didn't I mention ROCKS! Rocks, rocks, rocks,
Ariel: Your sarcasm is not appreciated.
Drizzt: Welcome to the great outdoors.
Harry: Those are good for throwing at enemies.


I'm so frickin' bored dear Jesus savior of my life I'm begging you to cease your practical jokes on my life.
Artemis: Why would Jesus bother with pranking your insignificant life?

I know you have a sense of humor (1), but must you take it out on me?
Harry: I could make your life hell very easily.

Elrohir and Elladen weren't helping my situation with their ever "encouraging" words of "Come on Brianna you can make it" or "That's it Lady Brianna, what a way to climb! Just a few more hours and we'll be at the foot of the mountain". I'd really like them to eat their words sometimes, but I knew that they were trying to keep my spirits up so that I didn't get in a bad mood.
Ariel: And here I thought they sounded more condescending to her.
Drizzt: She would make a horrible ranger.


Because of this knowledge, I kept my silence.
Harry: She kept in locked in a little box in her pocket.
Ariel: I wish she’d lock her tongue in there instead.Then we wouldn’t have to put up with incessant whining about everything.


A gust of cold air slammed into my body and I looked back the way we came. We were most definitely gaining elevation I've been around mountains long enough to understand that small detail.
Artemis: I would have thought the thinner air would have been a dead giveaway.

I glanced up at the ever nearing mountain and groaned. From where I was standing, it looked even taller then it should have been. Elladen, sensing my despair, placed a comforting hand on my shoulder.
Harry: “It’s only a mountain. It shouldn’t take us more than a couple of weeks of hard climbing to get over it.”
Ariel: We have another mini.
Artemis: Lloth has been training them up as guard dogs.


"Don't worry Brianna; we're only going to climb through the pass that goes through the mountain. We will not climb the whole thing," he said.
I smiled, "And the pass is where again?"
Ariel: First, you must climb three fourths of the way up the mountain, then you turn left at the snow drift, walk a couple of miles and turn up at the rock. Can’t miss it.

He gave me a sheepish look and pointed in between the large mountain and a smaller mountain near it.
"About… there," he said simply.
Artemis: So it’s going to take a while to get there.

I sighed. Well gee, might as well stop complaining and just get this over with. I was, in all honesty, beginning to regret leaving Rivendell, but I wasn't going to admit it to neither myself nor the two elves accompanying me on this journey to Lothlorien.
Drizzt: Yeah, they might get a little annoyed if you chicken out now.

Besides, if I was going to be honest with myself, I was having fun. Well, for someone who spent their entire life in Texas and suddenly has to plunge into cold altitudes, it was fun; not counting the cold part. I will never insult One hundred degree weather ever again.
Ariel: I, on the other hand, will continue insulting one hundred degree weather. It’s bloody hot, and it’s usually humid as well, which makes it even more unbearable.

Actually, I won't ever complain about forty degree weather again. It's COLD!
Drizzt: That is nothing. Cold is spending your first year on the surface living in a cave with a grizzly for company, having to trek out in blizzards for basic necessities as food and water, and struggling to keep a fire going. That is cold.

"Lady Brianna, are you cold? Your face is turning blue," asked Elrohir.
Ariel: Maybe she should try breathing.

I shook my head trying to indicate that I was fine without letting my voice betray me. Elrohir wasn't fooled anyway and decided to have us stop for the night by the very threshold of the mountain.
Drizzt: It’s only going to get colder as night falls.

Even I could see that we were beginning to ascend to the actual pass now.
The elves made a fire while I shivered under two sets of wooly blankets that the two had packed for me.
Because she clearly wasn’t prepared in the slightest for this trip. Idiot.

I guess that I was glad that they came along in the end; I hadn't thought about the fact that there was going to be frigid conditions at some point in my solitary quest.
Drizzt: Definitely not ranger material.

Even if I had caught up with the fellowship, I wouldn't have been adequately prepared.
I glanced up at the two elves cooking dinner and smiled, "Th…th…th…thanksssss g…g…guys. I o…o…owe you one."
Drizzt: And they will never let you forget that either. It is entirely possible that you could have died and therefore owe them a life debt.

Elrohir and Elladen smiled back and handed me a bowl of stew they had cooked up from the various fowl they had shot down during the day. It was bland, but it was very warm and that was something I needed at the moment.
"You are most definitely welcome, Lady Brianna. You would have done the same for us," said Elrohir.
All: Riiiight.

I smiled wryly, "Not the way I was when I first started out. I probably wouldn't have helped you guys unless you were dying or in grave danger. I didn't have much in the way of common courtesy back at home now that I come to think about it."
Ariel: You still don’t. You keep calling Legolas, a prince I might add, Jerkolas.

It was true; I was and still am a selfish little brat. But, at least I will admit it unlike many people in the world. Hmm, arrogant, now that I come to think about it; oh yes most definitely arrogant. I have a lot of things I need to work on, don't I?
Harry: You can work on your pride once you are no longer a Sue.

"Then I'm glad that we helped you out of your immaturity," said Elladen.
"Says the exact replicas of Merry and Pippin," I mutter loud enough for them to hear.
Ariel: :burnmad:

We all broke out in fits of laughter at my comment for it was very much true. They were still considered young among the elves as a matter of fact;
All:....Excuse me?
Ariel: Arwen is 2,000ish, correct? And they are her older brothers, correct? How is that considered young?


I'm pretty young compared to other elves as well. I believe that in technical terms, Elladen and Elrohir are about a few hundred years older then I am.
Drizzt: Try a few thousand, dear. Which is pretty old considering the average lifespan for a Drow is about seven hundred.

That would explain why we happen to be very close to each other (remember, she's technically 200 years old by Middle-Earth standards).
Ariel: Is she still considered underage by human standards, because if she is, than she’s less than fifty by elven standards.

After more exchanging of words we decided to settle down for the night. Correction, they decided to take first watch together while I slept for the night. They decided to make sure that I at least got the most rest since they didn't need much of it in the first place. Neither did I, but my human form hasn't melted away yet.
Drizzt: *rolls eyes* I’m sure even elves get tired from listening to your whining.

Brianna's Dream:
Legolas was holding onto me while yelling, "No don't he'll be fine!"
Creatures, I recognized them as Urukai,

Ariel: Huh, we got another mini.

were battling with men and elves around us.
"But Aragorn and Gimli are going to get themselves killed!" I screamed.

Drizzt: Aragorn is in his eighties, and Gimli is no child either. Both are perfectly capable of defending themselves. Perhaps you should try letting them?

He shushed me while dragging me away from the wall. He took me to a sheltered place away from the Uruks and set me against the crumbling stone wall. Tears were running down my face as he shushed me.
Ariel: So let me get this straight, because this bitch is on the quest, Legolas is stuck babysitting her instead of helping the others fight off an Uruk-hai ambush?

"Brianna calm down, Aragorn knows what he's doing and so does Gimli. Brianna if you can't fight anymore, I'll lead you back to the keep. Please calm down," he tried.
I stared at him and clenched my fist around my sword. He had said the wrong thing to me. I stood up and readied my stance for fighting.

Barbossa: I love how they are treating her like a child.
Ariel: That would be because she’s acting like one.


"I'm not backing out of the fight Legolas! I'm going to see this through even if it kills me!" I yelled in determination.
Artemis: We can only hope that happens.

He grabbed my hand, "That is what I… Aragorn and the rest of us are afraid of Brianna. We don't want you dead or needlessly injured!"
Ariel: The audience, however, would love it if she died.
Artemis: Everyone knew when they signed up for this quest that there was a possibility of their death. The fact that they insist on mollycoddling her is both time-consuming, and just stupid considering the fate of the entire world rests on them.


My eyes were set in a determined stare as I gazed into the oncoming battle. He did have a point about one thing; this was no time to act soppy and worried. There was more at stake here then the lives of Aragorn and Gimli. Granted, Gimli was expendable, but Aragorn was a bit different.
Drizzt: Oh, so Gimli is expendable, is he? Well, your boyfriend there is too. He didn’t exactly offer much to the quest, now did he?
Artemis: Of course Gimli is expendable; he isn’t ‘totally hawt’ like the others.


I turned to the tall elf and glared at him, "I'm fighting, Legolas. Just let these spawns of Satan try to kill me! We'll see how DAMN far they get!"
Harry: Anger leads to mistakes, you know. So does pride. I should know; both have cost me quite a few lives that could have been saved if I had only stopped to think.

End Dream
I woke up to find that it was morning and still as cold as ever. I lay there contemplating the dream I had just had.
Ariel: As Freud would say, sometimes a dream is just a dream.

No, it wasn't like the other Legolas dreams I had, this might actually be something that might happen in the future.
Artemis: So we can add seer to her list of abilities.

There can be no other explanation for it. Sure, I had read the books that Tolkien wrote on earth, but they obviously had nothing on what I was supposed to be doing. If this dream was what I thought it was, then circumstances might change in the long run.
Ariel: Wonderful.

Legolas
I sat in the dark pits of Moria with the rest of the fellowship waiting for Gandalf to discover a way out of the dwarf caves. The dreams were getting worse now. She was in battles along side me and in one she… died, or was dying I never got that far.
All: *cheers*

I placed my head in my hand. Brianna. Ever since she came into my life she became a subject to be either annoyed with or worried about. The strange dreams I had about her weren't helping me either.
Harry: Perhaps Eru is trying to warn you that you are getting to attached to a Sue.

"Legolas, what is the matter?" it was Frodo this time.
I shrugged, "Nothing ails me but sleep deprivation."
Frodo chuckled and I knew that he didn't buy my lie.
"Sleep deprivation? Legolas, you're an elf! In all the hours of the day you might only need but thirty minutes to become rejuvenated again," he whispered silently as to not draw too much attention to our conversation.
Drizzt: If that much. Eru must be getting desperate to get through to him.

I pinched the bridge of my nose, "I've found that Brianna has become a subject for my worry and concern each passing day. I don't understand why."
All: Sue Spell.

Frodo looked taken aback, "I thought that you could barely tolerate her very presence without getting angry?"
I looked down at my hand. Such inner struggle a mere seventeen year old girl could bring me!
Ariel: *crowing* See! She is not two hundred years old! She’s not even fifty!
Harry: Pedophiliac cradle-robber.


"That's what I had thought. I don't understand it either."
Frodo seamed thoughtful for a moment.
"I can't say much, Legolas. Personally I liked Brianna, but I believe that your feelings for her might be somewhat more different. Therefore, you are better off asking Aragorn or Gandalf for council in this matter," I was suddenly suspicious of what he was implying.
Ariel: Frodo is not under the spell then. He is suggesting that he seek Gandalf to cure him of the spell.

"Speak your thoughts Frodo. What are you thinking?" I asked him.
Frodo shrugged and indicated towards the direction of Aragorn who was sitting with Merry and Pippin.
"His answer would be better then mine. Ask him about your problem."
Ariel: I’m tempted to make a male-bonding comment.

I gave him a sharp look, "Brianna is not a problem she's…"
Frodo gave me a look before turning away to converse with Gandalf. That was when I realized what Frodo meant and I myself couldn't believe such a thing. There was no possible way that I could be in love with her. It couldn't be true, could it?
Harry: No. It’s probably a love spell since she’s already proved that she has a way with words. She probably just said the elvish word for love.

"Ah, it's that way!" cried Gandalf.
The entire company looked up at him.
Barbossa: Is he going senile, I wonder.

"He's remembered!" cried Pippin; why did Elrond let him come along again?
Gandalf stood up after much grunting. I gathered my own few belongings together and rose myself as the Wizard replied, "No, but the air is less foul down that direction."
Drizzt: *shrugs* As good as any reason to go down a passage. Just be ready to fight basilisks and hook horrors...wait. Wrong fandom.

Ah, well, common sense works quite well too. Plus Gandalf was very good about using his head.
Aragorn walked beside me as the fellowship followed Gandalf down the tunnel he had indicated.
"I believe that our strong headed little friend back in Rivendell wouldn't have liked this bit if she had ended up coming with us," he muttered low enough so that only I could hear him.
Harry: Good for her. This is a quest to save the world, not pick up ice cream. She doesn’t get a choice.

I nodded and felt glad that she wasn't anywhere near Moria.
If only I had known the truth of where she really was while we were in that dark whole, then I wouldn't have been so thrilled.
Ariel: Don’t you just love foreshadowing?
Harry: What foreshadowing? They just came out and said!
Ariel: They are hinting that she’s going to be involved with what is about to happen.


Brianna
Even with the elfin
All: Elven.

cloaks Elrohir and Elladen gave me, I was still pretty cold on the mountain pass. Well at least I wasn't walking. Elrohir volunteered to carry me over the snow since he could amazingly walk over it.
All: :headwall: :facepalm:
Ariel: Why not give her a piggy-back ride while you’re at it.


Lucky elves, not that I wasn't one, but again might I mention the fact that I still had human traits; how my mother managed to make me grow and look like this I will never know.
Drizzt: Neither do we.

"Lady Brianna, we are almost at the top of the pass!" yelled Elrohir.
I merely grunted in response not willing to let them know exactly how cold I really was. Elladen voiced his worries for my well being.
Harry: Yes, because when you’re freezing to death, you can stop the symptom’s from showing.

"I'm not sure weather or not she can speak Elrohir! Brianna seams to be in the process of trying to survive the cold!" he yelled.
Elrohir turned to look over his shoulder at me.
I wasn't in very good condition. My eyes were drooping, my hold around Elrohir's neck was slackening, and my entire body was numb with cold. From the misty white haze that covered my eyes, I saw that Elrohir seamed worried.
All: *chanting* Fall asleep! Fall asleep!

"Lady Brianna, try not to fall asleep!" he yelled.
Barbossa: Don’t listen to them; they don’t know what they’re talking about. They’re only young elves, after all.
"Hn" I grunted.
I was fighting a losing battle with sleep and I rested my against the elf's back and weakly tried harder to fight off the darkness that threatened to engulf me.
Ariel: Let me get my mace and I’ll be happy to help you fall asleep.

It's true! God's got a sense o humor and likes to take it out on the best of us! He's funny like that.
Review! Please?
Ariel: Suuure. I’d love to review. Does it have to be a nice review?
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