Fra: "Jean" Til: Emne: [OFUM] Badfic ahoy! OR Jean's second entry. *shudder* Dato: 19. april 2003 08:40 Hey, I said I was gonna do it. Here's the Sue badfic. Bad points: Beautiful warrior Mary Sue with oddly paired parents (the daughter of Sauron/Celebrian), Boromir the jerk, Legolas the love- struck, a revamped Fellowship, the Sue usurping Frodo's role, Elrond's healing powers not working, movie-verse character/script references, etc. Summary: Mornalótë is selected to bear the Ring of Power in place of Frodo, who is still ill from his injury at Weathertop. But who is this mysterious elf? L/OC romance! This isn't a Sue, though! The Dark Flower of Rivendell Shall Save Us Chapter One: The Council of Elrond "How is he?" Sam asked quietly as he sat beside the bed of Frodo. Gandalf and Elrond of Rivendell exchanged a look before Elrond answered, "He may yet heal, but I cannot be certain that he will." Sam swallowed hard, tears forming in his eyes. He lay his head down on Frodo's hand and wept silently as Elrond and Gandalf left him in peace. "The wound is not responding well to my treatments," Elrond said to Gandalf. "You cannot give up on him," Gandalf replied. Elrond looked at Gandalf and said, "Do you not know me, Mithrandir? Do you feel it neccessary to say these things to me?" "I am very worried," Gandalf replied. "I am worried about more than one hobbit. Frodo, most obviously, but also Bilbo. What of Sam, Meriadoc and Peregrin?" "I will do all that I can," Elrond assured the wizard. *** By the time of the Council of Elrond, Frodo was still sick and in bed. Elrond decided that it could not wait any longer, so he called together his guests. When they asked who would take the ring to Mordor, no one said anything. Finally, an elf maiden stepped out of the shadows. Everyone gasped in awe as she strode gracefully toward Lord Elrond. Her hair was long and dark. Her eyes were a stormy grey-blue, and her skin was like porcelain. She wore very dark garments, but a silver belt hung about her slender waist. On her head she wore a silver ringlet as a crown, a flaming red jewel that dangled from it resting on her brow. Only the residents of Rivendell had ever seen her, with exceptions in the cases of Gandalf and Aragorn. All looked on in interest as she approached Lord Elrond, who had a kind expression upon his face, although grief was hidden in his grey eyes, as if some painful memory of long ago had just returned. "Lord Elrond," she said, her voice strong and firm, "I will take the Ring to Mordor." "A she-elf?" Boromir, a man of Gondor, scoffed. "Surely you jest! A mere female could not possibly complete such a mission as this. Nay, lady, I cannot allow for this." "Sit, Boromir of Gondor, and hold your tongue," Elrond said harshly. "She is a skilled warrior and is very capable of destroying the Ring. You would not allow for it, you say? I do not see that it is your decision to make, sir." "Why do you protect her? What is she to you?" Boromir continued, ignoring the orders of Lord Elrond. In a flash, the elf maiden had drawn her sword, its blade made of mithril and the hilt encrusted with jewels that matched the one on her crown, and held it at the man's throat. "It would be well for you to hold your tongue as Lord Elrond has ordered. Your questions will surely be answered in due time. Now, apologize and take your seat." Boromir sneered at the girl, but bowed when she lowered her sword. "Forgive me, my lord. I spoke out of turn." He sat down and glared at the girl. Mornalótë sheathed her sword and crossed back over to Lord Elrond. "I believe an explanation should be given, my lord." Elrond nodded solemnly, and turned to address the council. "My friends, this is Mornalótë." "The dark flower of Rivendell!" Legolas suddenly exclaimed. "Long have we heard rumors of her existance in Mirkwood." He stood and walked over to her. He grasped her fair hand in his own and bowed gallantly over it. "I must say that the rumors of your beauty do you little justice, my lady. Your beauty far surpasses even the most extravagent claims of it." His blue eyes looked deeply into Mornalótë's. "Thank you, Prince Legolas," she replied simply. "It is kind of you to say so." Lord Elrond continued: "This is the daughter of Celebrian. She was captured by orcs before, and they took her to Sauron. I will not speak of what he did to her, but Mornalótë is the result. She is the daughter of my wife and the dark lord Sauron." Another collective gasp came from the council members that were hearing this for the first time. There was some murmering. "We hid the child's identity when she was born until now. Only a few of you knew who she is before now. She is not like Sauron, however. She is wise and kind as all other elves. She is a very skilled warrior and is suited for such a journey. My heart aches at the thought of you going into such danger, Mornalótë, but I leave the decision to you. What will you do?" Elrond asked. Mornalótë answered without hesitation. "I will take it," she answered. Lord Elrond smiled a forced smile. "Very well, my daughter. I shall send companions along with you as protection. It will ease my mind at least a little to know that there are others to help you with your mission. If they accept, I would like Glorfindel, Figwit and Lindir to accompany you." The elves in question stood and pledged their services to the lady, assuring Lord Elrond that she would be kept safe at all costs. At this point Aragorn stood. "I would also like to pledge my assistance to you, Lady Mornalótë. I must fulfill my destiny. You are like a sister to me, and I would not see you harmed. Allow me to accompany you," he said. Mornalótë and Lord Elrond nodded to show their gratitude. Boromir, the man that protested her carrying the Ring surprised everyone by also joining the company. Gimli, a dwarf, stood and offered his services, and finally Legolas of Mirkwood did the same. "Nine companions. Very well," Lord Elrond spoke. "You shall be the Fellowship of the Ring." "I will not fail you, Father," Mornalótë told him confidently. She felt someone gently squeeze her hand comfortingly and was shocked to realize that Legolas had not yet released his soft grip on her. A/N: Okay, that's chapter one! Plz R&R! If I get good responses, I'll post the next chappie! Thx! Ahem. Anyway... This could go on forever. I had to stop it! When you get started on this junk, it just keeps coming, and that's scary. :P -Jean Head of Archives SPoÉ Ultimate Smile/Eye-Candy Provider