Celeaewen wandered around the Vortex, trying to find someone intelligent to talk to, who was not already engaged in a shouting match. all of a sudden, a burst of colour appeared. it seemd to be the party ground. Celeaewen leapt, thinking it was a way out. how wrong. her nose connected with something solid, even though nothing appeared to be there. she shook her head, and backed up. it seemd to be showing an image. it was of an elf maiden, she was dressed in a beautiful party gown, and was walking through the woods, when she came upon a band of orcs. five minutes later she magically reappered, fully clothed in Mithril armour that would have cost King Elessar his treasury and something besides. Celeaewen shrugged it off, and the fact that the elf maiden had reappered in full plate armour in five minutes, when really the orcs would have had time to lay waste to the enitre party field before she arrived. Celeaewen continued watching with mild interest. she heard the mithril- clad maiden yell something to Legolas, who climbed upa tree as the battle began. he looked uncertain as to wether to shoot the amromued maiden or the orcs. she drew her daggers, and seemed to be laboring under the delusion that they were magical weapons, when Celeaewen, who had learned a bit about magic in her centuries with Galadriel, could see that there were absolutly no runes on them, and that they were ordinary, as ordinary as her own throwing daggers. by some strange Virtue, the maiden managed to sneak up on the orcs, even though she was wearing plate armour. somehow, the elf managed to shoot orcs, knife them, and not get killed, even though they have scimictars, and she hasd 2 knives. yet stranger, the elf got slashed across the leg, EVEN THOUGH she was wearing armour, and did not twich. Celeaewen was shaking with silen laughter when a snort came behind her. it was Rosseil.
" thats an MS and no mistake" Celeaewen nodded. the thing she had seen definitly had the makings of an Mary-Sue. H*ll! it WAS a mary-sue. Celeaewen's train of "thought" was innterupted by a very worried hobbit walking around muttering about "voids"as Celeawen and Rosseil's eyes met and they blached. if child was talking about wat she thought she was talking about, they were all worse than dead.
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