The Corruption and Degredation of Mary Sue
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Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
42
Views:
1,650
Reviews:
46
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
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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.
Sweet Revenge... And Remorse?
Chapter 42: Sweet Revenge… And Remorse?
Sometime after midnight, Kalina crept out of Glorfindel’s room, leaving him and Legolas passed out in blissful exhaustion.
“Bloody insatiable Noldor,” she muttered, unable to stop grinning as she silently moved down the hallway to Haldir’s room. She paused outside it, listening cautiously for any signs of consciousness. After a minute or two she silently twisted the door handle and opened the door.
Haldir lay slumped face-down on the bed, occasionally muttering profanity in his sleep. Smirking, Kalina approached and reached into her sleeve and withdrew her dagger and got to work.
Haldir woke up feeling strangely groggy. He blinked heavily, trying to focus on the ceiling and ran his hand through his hair.
‘That feels… odd… fuck. How much DID I drink last night?’
He pulled down his hand and stared off vaguely at the opposite wall, not noticing the wispy long blonde strands caught between his fingers. He leaned over to reach for a glass of water by the bed and stared curiously at the lump of blonde hair on the pillow.
‘What the fuck?!’.
Picking up the locks a sinister wave of panic began to creep over the elf. His mouth slowly opened as he reached up and patted his head, finding it shaved clean.
“NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” His face contorting in rage crossed with humiliation as his voice echoed through the house.
Elsewhere, Kalina awoke amidst entangled naked limbs to the sound of screaming. Smirking, she rolled over and fell asleep again, but not for long. A few minutes later the door to her room was thrown open.
“BITCH!!!!!” wailed Haldir, pointing a shaking arm at her. “FILTHY VILE HARRIDAN!!!”
Kalina stirred, rolled over and gazed at him sleepily before bursting into hysterical giggles.
“IT’S NOT FUNNY!!!! LOOK AT ME!! I’M BAAALD!!!!!!” he wailed, sounding near tears.
“Eh?” mumble Glorfindel, blinking lethargically and raising his head. He stared at Haldir in confusion for a minute before starting to laugh, causing Haldir to look even more distressed.
“Well, Haldir… what did you expect?” asked Kalina sweetly. The wood-elf instantly shut up and glowered fiercely at her. Without any regard for her lack of clothing, she got up and sauntered over to him, leaning in to whisper something to him. “You took advantage of me, so I humiliate you. After all, it could have been far, far worse…” She let her hand drop, deliberately brushing it over Haldir’s crotch. He shuddered and backed away from her.
“I hate you. I thought I hated you before, but no. Now I really really REALLY loathe you.” With that he turned on his heel, exited with the door slamming loudly behind him and fled to his room, barricading himself within.
Kalina yawned and stretched before turning around and padding back to her bed and flopping into it.
Several hours later Haldir emerged from his room with some kind of… well, for lack of better words, thing on his head. It appeared to be the remnants of his hair frantically glued to some modified pantyhose stretched over his bald scalp. He attempted to maintain an air of nonchalance that just wound up making him appear all the more noticeable.
Elrond, having crept away from his deranged experimentation for a cup of tea stared at Haldir as he passed by him in the hallway.
“Err… Haldir? Your scalps gone a funny colour… did you try to bleach your hair or something?” Elrond approached, wearing an expression of professional interest. He reached out to touch a lock of the terrifying mess of hair on the wood-elf’s head.
“NO!! I mean… NOTHING! I’M FINE! PERFECTLY FINE DAMMIT!!!!” he shrieked, before fleeing. Elrond watched him sadly, the lock of hair remaining in his fingers with a strange sticky substance on one end.
“Oh dear. I think his head is melting…” Elrond shook his head, sighed and headed to the kitchen.
“Hi Daddy,” said Kalina, sitting at the table and staring at her own cup of tea.
“Oh, hello dear. Haldir’s head is turning to goo. It’s rather tragic really, but such is the way of things,” sighed Elrond.
“Really? He emerged from his room? Astounding,” replied Kalina dryly. Her tone was lost on her father who busied himself looking for a teabag. She shifted a little uneasily. Deep down inside, the embryonic form that was her conscience was trying to tell her something. And she didn’t like it. Particularly when it told her she’d been overly harsh with Haldir and probably should’ve stuck to a swift kick to the testicles instead of her elaborate and humiliating scheme.
Sometime after midnight, Kalina crept out of Glorfindel’s room, leaving him and Legolas passed out in blissful exhaustion.
“Bloody insatiable Noldor,” she muttered, unable to stop grinning as she silently moved down the hallway to Haldir’s room. She paused outside it, listening cautiously for any signs of consciousness. After a minute or two she silently twisted the door handle and opened the door.
Haldir lay slumped face-down on the bed, occasionally muttering profanity in his sleep. Smirking, Kalina approached and reached into her sleeve and withdrew her dagger and got to work.
Haldir woke up feeling strangely groggy. He blinked heavily, trying to focus on the ceiling and ran his hand through his hair.
‘That feels… odd… fuck. How much DID I drink last night?’
He pulled down his hand and stared off vaguely at the opposite wall, not noticing the wispy long blonde strands caught between his fingers. He leaned over to reach for a glass of water by the bed and stared curiously at the lump of blonde hair on the pillow.
‘What the fuck?!’.
Picking up the locks a sinister wave of panic began to creep over the elf. His mouth slowly opened as he reached up and patted his head, finding it shaved clean.
“NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” His face contorting in rage crossed with humiliation as his voice echoed through the house.
Elsewhere, Kalina awoke amidst entangled naked limbs to the sound of screaming. Smirking, she rolled over and fell asleep again, but not for long. A few minutes later the door to her room was thrown open.
“BITCH!!!!!” wailed Haldir, pointing a shaking arm at her. “FILTHY VILE HARRIDAN!!!”
Kalina stirred, rolled over and gazed at him sleepily before bursting into hysterical giggles.
“IT’S NOT FUNNY!!!! LOOK AT ME!! I’M BAAALD!!!!!!” he wailed, sounding near tears.
“Eh?” mumble Glorfindel, blinking lethargically and raising his head. He stared at Haldir in confusion for a minute before starting to laugh, causing Haldir to look even more distressed.
“Well, Haldir… what did you expect?” asked Kalina sweetly. The wood-elf instantly shut up and glowered fiercely at her. Without any regard for her lack of clothing, she got up and sauntered over to him, leaning in to whisper something to him. “You took advantage of me, so I humiliate you. After all, it could have been far, far worse…” She let her hand drop, deliberately brushing it over Haldir’s crotch. He shuddered and backed away from her.
“I hate you. I thought I hated you before, but no. Now I really really REALLY loathe you.” With that he turned on his heel, exited with the door slamming loudly behind him and fled to his room, barricading himself within.
Kalina yawned and stretched before turning around and padding back to her bed and flopping into it.
Several hours later Haldir emerged from his room with some kind of… well, for lack of better words, thing on his head. It appeared to be the remnants of his hair frantically glued to some modified pantyhose stretched over his bald scalp. He attempted to maintain an air of nonchalance that just wound up making him appear all the more noticeable.
Elrond, having crept away from his deranged experimentation for a cup of tea stared at Haldir as he passed by him in the hallway.
“Err… Haldir? Your scalps gone a funny colour… did you try to bleach your hair or something?” Elrond approached, wearing an expression of professional interest. He reached out to touch a lock of the terrifying mess of hair on the wood-elf’s head.
“NO!! I mean… NOTHING! I’M FINE! PERFECTLY FINE DAMMIT!!!!” he shrieked, before fleeing. Elrond watched him sadly, the lock of hair remaining in his fingers with a strange sticky substance on one end.
“Oh dear. I think his head is melting…” Elrond shook his head, sighed and headed to the kitchen.
“Hi Daddy,” said Kalina, sitting at the table and staring at her own cup of tea.
“Oh, hello dear. Haldir’s head is turning to goo. It’s rather tragic really, but such is the way of things,” sighed Elrond.
“Really? He emerged from his room? Astounding,” replied Kalina dryly. Her tone was lost on her father who busied himself looking for a teabag. She shifted a little uneasily. Deep down inside, the embryonic form that was her conscience was trying to tell her something. And she didn’t like it. Particularly when it told her she’d been overly harsh with Haldir and probably should’ve stuck to a swift kick to the testicles instead of her elaborate and humiliating scheme.