The Corruption and Degredation of Mary Sue
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Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
42
Views:
1,613
Reviews:
46
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
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Daggers Are Fun
Chapter 8: Daggers Are Fun
Kalina was peacefully curled up on her bed with a massive tome entitled A Brief History of the First Age, casually leafing through the well-thumbed pages when she heard a quiet knock on her door. She got up and answered it, allowing Aragorn to slip inside.
“I wouldn’t go near Arwen for a few days if I were you,” said Aragorn as soon as the door was shut.
“Wasn’t intending on doing so,” said Kalina indifferently.
“Her eyes are still red and all she did was snap at me about my hair all afternoon,” muttered Aragorn defensively.
“Quit moping or I’ll smack you. Up for strip poker?” said Kalina, returning to her position on the bed. Aragorn instantly perked up and nodded enthusiastically. “Thought that would make you happy. Legolas should be up for it, and knowing him he’ll bring Haldir with him.”
“Haldir’s here? Fantastic!” said Aragorn. Kalina glared at him. “Oh stop looking at me like that. You can’t deny you don’t derive entertainment from him.”
“I derive entertainment from him because otherwise I’d wind up killing him and that wouldn’t really be good for a variety of diplomatic reasons,” said Kalina, getting back to her book. As soon as she was settled, there was a knock at the door. Without needing to be told, Aragorn sighed and got up to answer it.
“You! Take me to the library!” barked Celebelen.
“AGH!” yelped Aragorn, slamming the door in her face and twisting the key. “We’re safe in here! Have you got supplies?”
“How in the name of Yavanna’s tits did you ever get to be in charge of the Dúnedain?” snapped Kalina.
“Give me a score of orcs and a big weapon and I’m fine. But THAT thing out there…” Aragorn left the end of the sentence unfinished.
“Look, just let her in. She’s started hammering on the door and shouting now. I think I’m going to have to surgically remove her spine if she keeps this up,” muttered Kalina, pulling her trusty dagger out of it’s sheath in her boot and casually toying with it as she continued to read. Grumbling slightly, Aragorn unlocked the door and opened it, hiding behind it.
“I wish to be taken to the library. I want to read up on your history if I am to be a princess,” said Celebelen. She had bathed and found a spare elven robe that Elrond often had lying around his spare rooms just in case. It was a pale shade of blue, which therefore wasn’t pink and in turn reduced Kalina’s urge to punch Celebelen repeatedly in the head.
“Good for you. You probably passed by it sometime today. Have fun,” said Kalina indifferently. Aragorn continued to hover behind the door and had pulled out a knife. Kalina glared at him and shook her head slightly. He pouted, then hid the weapon, a sulky expression appearing as he crossed his arms indignantly.
“Isn’t it proper to have an escort?” demanded Celebelen. She was still feeling light headed from that wine she had earlier. It had reduced her inhibitions, and had also seemingly killed off a number of brain cells. Smart people didn’t talk to Kalina like that.
“Look bitch. I’m Elrond’s daughter. Get that? That means that if you’re going in for all this feudal crap you should be grovelling on the ground and revelling in the glory of being in the presence of a creature that’s for all intents and purposes immortal. You, by comparison, are a human without any family or wealth or useful political assets, yet you are convinced you’ve managed to get yourself engaged to a rather eligible elven prince. And right now your dubious claims are making my stabbing hand twitch vehemently. Leave. For your sake.” Kalina’s eyes bore into Celebelen’s with such ferocity that the girl found herself taking several steps backwards. This never happened back in high school! Everyone was usually intimidated by her, which was only natural because she bore the elite label of being ‘popular’.
It then occurred to Celebelen that Kalina was probably just jealous. After all, she had red hair and was skinny and clearly had inferior fashion sense. If she stood her ground then Kalina would surely admit defeat and back down.
Kalina, however, was starting to run out of patience. She picked up her dagger and hurled it in Celebelen’s general direction. It hit the doorframe and stuck, pinning a chunk of Celebelen’s hair. She shrieked and jumped out of the room, accompanied by a snapping noise as her trapped hair was ripped from the scalp. This allowed Aragorn to kick the door shut and lock it. He then threw himself down on the bed next to Kalina and the two of them let out a collective sigh of relief.
“I think maybe you should at some point let Daddy know not to expect me to eat dinner with the rest of the family since I intend to spend the rest of this evening maintaining a low profile,” said Kalina. She had a vague nagging feeling that the dagger might have been going a little too far. Then again, the little upstart really didn’t have a clue and had to be put in her place.
“That would probably be a sensible thing to do on your part,” agreed Aragorn. Arwen would almost certainly be there, glowering, and it was customary for guests to dine with their host, forcing Kalina to remain polite for at least an hour to both Haldir and Celebelen. That probably wasn’t going to happen and she knew it. She reached for her pouch oire ire weed on her bedside table and began to skin up.
Celebelen, meanwhile was wandering the corridors, trying to find her beloved elf prince. HE would have words with that little bitch. Celebelen’s high school mentality had quickly adapted to Rivendell. The need for prestige and acknowledgement of her superiority was crucial. She had been POPULAR before and was determined to do so here. Now was not the time for coy high school power games. Now was the time to stamp her mark on this place as one of the socially elite.
Celebelen strode towards her room to retrieve the makeup she had stashed in her jeans, convinced that this would allow her to compete with elves in terms of attractiveness. She sat herself down in front of the dressing table mirror and began to preen in front of it. No sooner had she finished applying her unpleasantly viscous pink lip gloss then she noticed insane giggling coming from the room next door. One of the voices sounded familiar.
Kalina was peacefully curled up on her bed with a massive tome entitled A Brief History of the First Age, casually leafing through the well-thumbed pages when she heard a quiet knock on her door. She got up and answered it, allowing Aragorn to slip inside.
“I wouldn’t go near Arwen for a few days if I were you,” said Aragorn as soon as the door was shut.
“Wasn’t intending on doing so,” said Kalina indifferently.
“Her eyes are still red and all she did was snap at me about my hair all afternoon,” muttered Aragorn defensively.
“Quit moping or I’ll smack you. Up for strip poker?” said Kalina, returning to her position on the bed. Aragorn instantly perked up and nodded enthusiastically. “Thought that would make you happy. Legolas should be up for it, and knowing him he’ll bring Haldir with him.”
“Haldir’s here? Fantastic!” said Aragorn. Kalina glared at him. “Oh stop looking at me like that. You can’t deny you don’t derive entertainment from him.”
“I derive entertainment from him because otherwise I’d wind up killing him and that wouldn’t really be good for a variety of diplomatic reasons,” said Kalina, getting back to her book. As soon as she was settled, there was a knock at the door. Without needing to be told, Aragorn sighed and got up to answer it.
“You! Take me to the library!” barked Celebelen.
“AGH!” yelped Aragorn, slamming the door in her face and twisting the key. “We’re safe in here! Have you got supplies?”
“How in the name of Yavanna’s tits did you ever get to be in charge of the Dúnedain?” snapped Kalina.
“Give me a score of orcs and a big weapon and I’m fine. But THAT thing out there…” Aragorn left the end of the sentence unfinished.
“Look, just let her in. She’s started hammering on the door and shouting now. I think I’m going to have to surgically remove her spine if she keeps this up,” muttered Kalina, pulling her trusty dagger out of it’s sheath in her boot and casually toying with it as she continued to read. Grumbling slightly, Aragorn unlocked the door and opened it, hiding behind it.
“I wish to be taken to the library. I want to read up on your history if I am to be a princess,” said Celebelen. She had bathed and found a spare elven robe that Elrond often had lying around his spare rooms just in case. It was a pale shade of blue, which therefore wasn’t pink and in turn reduced Kalina’s urge to punch Celebelen repeatedly in the head.
“Good for you. You probably passed by it sometime today. Have fun,” said Kalina indifferently. Aragorn continued to hover behind the door and had pulled out a knife. Kalina glared at him and shook her head slightly. He pouted, then hid the weapon, a sulky expression appearing as he crossed his arms indignantly.
“Isn’t it proper to have an escort?” demanded Celebelen. She was still feeling light headed from that wine she had earlier. It had reduced her inhibitions, and had also seemingly killed off a number of brain cells. Smart people didn’t talk to Kalina like that.
“Look bitch. I’m Elrond’s daughter. Get that? That means that if you’re going in for all this feudal crap you should be grovelling on the ground and revelling in the glory of being in the presence of a creature that’s for all intents and purposes immortal. You, by comparison, are a human without any family or wealth or useful political assets, yet you are convinced you’ve managed to get yourself engaged to a rather eligible elven prince. And right now your dubious claims are making my stabbing hand twitch vehemently. Leave. For your sake.” Kalina’s eyes bore into Celebelen’s with such ferocity that the girl found herself taking several steps backwards. This never happened back in high school! Everyone was usually intimidated by her, which was only natural because she bore the elite label of being ‘popular’.
It then occurred to Celebelen that Kalina was probably just jealous. After all, she had red hair and was skinny and clearly had inferior fashion sense. If she stood her ground then Kalina would surely admit defeat and back down.
Kalina, however, was starting to run out of patience. She picked up her dagger and hurled it in Celebelen’s general direction. It hit the doorframe and stuck, pinning a chunk of Celebelen’s hair. She shrieked and jumped out of the room, accompanied by a snapping noise as her trapped hair was ripped from the scalp. This allowed Aragorn to kick the door shut and lock it. He then threw himself down on the bed next to Kalina and the two of them let out a collective sigh of relief.
“I think maybe you should at some point let Daddy know not to expect me to eat dinner with the rest of the family since I intend to spend the rest of this evening maintaining a low profile,” said Kalina. She had a vague nagging feeling that the dagger might have been going a little too far. Then again, the little upstart really didn’t have a clue and had to be put in her place.
“That would probably be a sensible thing to do on your part,” agreed Aragorn. Arwen would almost certainly be there, glowering, and it was customary for guests to dine with their host, forcing Kalina to remain polite for at least an hour to both Haldir and Celebelen. That probably wasn’t going to happen and she knew it. She reached for her pouch oire ire weed on her bedside table and began to skin up.
Celebelen, meanwhile was wandering the corridors, trying to find her beloved elf prince. HE would have words with that little bitch. Celebelen’s high school mentality had quickly adapted to Rivendell. The need for prestige and acknowledgement of her superiority was crucial. She had been POPULAR before and was determined to do so here. Now was not the time for coy high school power games. Now was the time to stamp her mark on this place as one of the socially elite.
Celebelen strode towards her room to retrieve the makeup she had stashed in her jeans, convinced that this would allow her to compete with elves in terms of attractiveness. She sat herself down in front of the dressing table mirror and began to preen in front of it. No sooner had she finished applying her unpleasantly viscous pink lip gloss then she noticed insane giggling coming from the room next door. One of the voices sounded familiar.