The Corruption and Degredation of Mary Sue
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Category:
-Multi-Age › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
42
Views:
1,860
Reviews:
46
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own the Lord of the Rings (and associated) book series, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Soft-Centred
Chapter 19: Soft-Centred
Leaving Legolas to the mercy of her brothers, Kalina hurried into the garden. Celebelen had finished spewing and was staggering around, looking slightly confused.
“KALINA!!!” she said merrily. Groaning inwardly, Kalina grabbed hold of her.
“Right. Let’s get you some coffee. And next time don’t smoke that much crack at once you moron,” she snapped, grabbing the hapless girl’s shoulders and guiding her towards the entrance to the kitchen away from the festivities. Through the window, Kalina vaguely noticed her brothers ganging up on Legolas and cornering him as the prince handed over all the illicit
substances he had on him in a desperate bid to get the fuck away from the rabidly protective twins.
“You might be a bitch but you’re SUCH a good friend,” drooled Celebelen in slurred tones.
“Er… you’ve got an interesting definition of friends there,” said Kalina, who had never encountered the bitchy two-faced ways of high school. She rummaged around in a cupboard and found a bag of some insanely strong coffee that Elrond kept around in case the need of pulling several all-nighters in a row during times of crisis or extreme partying arose. She quickly brewed up some coffee as black as Sauron’s arse and coerced Celebelen into drinking it straight. Almost instantly she seemed to be slightly more coherent.
“Let’s go back to the party!!” she urged. Kalina sighed, then led her back to the festivities. Legolas had seemingly vanished, evading whatever cruelty Elladan and Elrohir had in mind. The twins were currently embroiled in a conversation with Bilbo and everyone else in the room already seemed well on the way to various stages of inebriation. “So who’s eligible?” asked Celebelen, trying to act like Kalina’s friend.
“Anyone I’m not related to. Here,” said Kalina, grabbing a couple of glasses of wine off of a table. “Drink. And try not to vomit. I have to go… elsewhere,” she said, wanting to ditch the irksome blonde. She slipped away to a quiet corner, scanning the room for Legolas who didn’t seem to be anywhere in sight.
“Hi,” said a familiar voice. Kalina turned and regarded Arwen, who had seemingly appeared from nowhere while she wasn’t paying attention.
“Oh, hello,” said Kalina, slightly on guard as Arwen usually only spoke to her about something that would eventually start some kind of argument.
“Enjoying yourself?” she asked, a little uncertain of what to say. They hardly ever talked, so Arwen was a little at odds with the situation herself.
“Be better if I could find Legolas,” said Kalina.
“You really like him, don’t you?” said Arwen suggestively. Kalina glared at her.
“Why?” she demanded, suspicious. “Do you know something about him? What? WHAT?!”
Arwen stepped back quickly. “Nothing! I was just making conversation!” she said quickly.
“Oh. Er… he’s alright?” hazarded Kalina. Damn. This was one of those girl things again, and Kalina was never too sure how to interact with the more ‘typical’ members of her gender. “Anyway where’s your man gone?”
“He’s about. I’m not really up for all of this so I’m probably going to make my apologies fairly soon. I just want to thank you for your assistance in dealing with that THING Ada invited to stay,” replied Arwen gratefully.
“Oh. Thao pro problem. Anyone else you want injured, let me know,” said Kalina.
“You’re really sweet deep down, aren’t you,” said Arwen, hugging Kalina. The younger elf tensed uncomfortably, then tentatively returned the embrace briefly before backing out of it.
“No. No I’m not,” said Kalina defensively. It had taken years to cultivate the aura of fear and menace that surrounded her and the last thing she wanted was people going around saying that she was all soft and fluffy. “And if you tell anyone I swear I’ll give you a female circumcision with my dagger,” she added.
“Of course you will,” said Arwen, smiling slightly. She kissed Kalina on the forehead. “I’m off to bed. I’ll see you later.”
“Drop dead, hooer,” retorted Kalina with exceptionally pronounced venom that Arwen ignored as she hurried over to Aragorn at the other end of the hall to say goodnight.
Leaving Legolas to the mercy of her brothers, Kalina hurried into the garden. Celebelen had finished spewing and was staggering around, looking slightly confused.
“KALINA!!!” she said merrily. Groaning inwardly, Kalina grabbed hold of her.
“Right. Let’s get you some coffee. And next time don’t smoke that much crack at once you moron,” she snapped, grabbing the hapless girl’s shoulders and guiding her towards the entrance to the kitchen away from the festivities. Through the window, Kalina vaguely noticed her brothers ganging up on Legolas and cornering him as the prince handed over all the illicit
substances he had on him in a desperate bid to get the fuck away from the rabidly protective twins.
“You might be a bitch but you’re SUCH a good friend,” drooled Celebelen in slurred tones.
“Er… you’ve got an interesting definition of friends there,” said Kalina, who had never encountered the bitchy two-faced ways of high school. She rummaged around in a cupboard and found a bag of some insanely strong coffee that Elrond kept around in case the need of pulling several all-nighters in a row during times of crisis or extreme partying arose. She quickly brewed up some coffee as black as Sauron’s arse and coerced Celebelen into drinking it straight. Almost instantly she seemed to be slightly more coherent.
“Let’s go back to the party!!” she urged. Kalina sighed, then led her back to the festivities. Legolas had seemingly vanished, evading whatever cruelty Elladan and Elrohir had in mind. The twins were currently embroiled in a conversation with Bilbo and everyone else in the room already seemed well on the way to various stages of inebriation. “So who’s eligible?” asked Celebelen, trying to act like Kalina’s friend.
“Anyone I’m not related to. Here,” said Kalina, grabbing a couple of glasses of wine off of a table. “Drink. And try not to vomit. I have to go… elsewhere,” she said, wanting to ditch the irksome blonde. She slipped away to a quiet corner, scanning the room for Legolas who didn’t seem to be anywhere in sight.
“Hi,” said a familiar voice. Kalina turned and regarded Arwen, who had seemingly appeared from nowhere while she wasn’t paying attention.
“Oh, hello,” said Kalina, slightly on guard as Arwen usually only spoke to her about something that would eventually start some kind of argument.
“Enjoying yourself?” she asked, a little uncertain of what to say. They hardly ever talked, so Arwen was a little at odds with the situation herself.
“Be better if I could find Legolas,” said Kalina.
“You really like him, don’t you?” said Arwen suggestively. Kalina glared at her.
“Why?” she demanded, suspicious. “Do you know something about him? What? WHAT?!”
Arwen stepped back quickly. “Nothing! I was just making conversation!” she said quickly.
“Oh. Er… he’s alright?” hazarded Kalina. Damn. This was one of those girl things again, and Kalina was never too sure how to interact with the more ‘typical’ members of her gender. “Anyway where’s your man gone?”
“He’s about. I’m not really up for all of this so I’m probably going to make my apologies fairly soon. I just want to thank you for your assistance in dealing with that THING Ada invited to stay,” replied Arwen gratefully.
“Oh. Thao pro problem. Anyone else you want injured, let me know,” said Kalina.
“You’re really sweet deep down, aren’t you,” said Arwen, hugging Kalina. The younger elf tensed uncomfortably, then tentatively returned the embrace briefly before backing out of it.
“No. No I’m not,” said Kalina defensively. It had taken years to cultivate the aura of fear and menace that surrounded her and the last thing she wanted was people going around saying that she was all soft and fluffy. “And if you tell anyone I swear I’ll give you a female circumcision with my dagger,” she added.
“Of course you will,” said Arwen, smiling slightly. She kissed Kalina on the forehead. “I’m off to bed. I’ll see you later.”
“Drop dead, hooer,” retorted Kalina with exceptionally pronounced venom that Arwen ignored as she hurried over to Aragorn at the other end of the hall to say goodnight.