Sue #6
TITLE: A New Life
PERPETRATOR: Frodo01228
FANDOM: Lord of the Rings
SUMMARY: Nearly two years have passed since Niphredil came to Middle earth and now she's married to Legolas. What new dangers will befall them and their baby daughter Elenwë? Sequel to Niphredil
RATED: M for Mature.
STATUS: Complete
NAME: Niphredil
SPECIES: Elf
HAIR: Blonde, if it stayed the same.
EYES: Green
ORIGIN: Earth
CANON CONNECTIONS: Married to Legolas.
SPECIAL TALENTS/ABILITIES: Not mentioned.
FEATURES/MARKINGS: Not mentioned.
NOTABLE POSSESSIONS: Has a daughter, Elenwë, and an unborn son, Finwë.
NOTES: Why does no one understand that Elves DO. NOT. ARRANGE. MARRIAGES?! Seriously! The last chapter is them arranging a marriage to Arwen and Aragorn's son! WTF?! And - OH NO! NO! NO! NO! GRIMA FRICK'N WORMTONGUE DOESN'T HAVE A FRIGG'N CHILD ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!
And why would "Let me go, you bastards!" confuse them?! Contrary to popular belief, the term "bastard" had the original meaning of a son without a father (which WAS an insult) and has been around for quite a while. Now, however, it's just an insult without people knowing its real meaning.
Bah. Thank gods her stories are short and relatively mundane, because I don't think I could handle all the Sue-ness and inaccuracies if they were every few sentences, and not just every chapter or so, but the Sue-ness is actually relatively tame, bur still kind of boring.
SAMPLE:
Niphredil struggled against the guards that held her. “Let me go, you bastards! Let me go!” Her strange words only served to confuse them.
They released her, throwing her to the ground. She looked up and gasped. The man that had captured them sat upon a throne. He held Elenwë not at all kindly. She was crying, but when she saw her mother she quieted down but still whimpered.
“So, the murderer settled down and had a brat,” the man growled.
“Legolas is no murderer!” Niphredil spat out.
The man motioned to a guard, and Niphredil cried out as a whip cracked across her back breaking through fabric and skin. Elenwë began to cry again.
“Naneth!”
“I’m all right, penneth,” Niphredil whispered, giving her daughter a small, reassuring smile.
“Do you not know who I am?” the man asked.
“Care to enlighten me?” Niphredil growled. The whip cracked again and she gritted her teeth.
“I am Mablung Elensar, son of Grima Wormtongue.”
PERPETRATOR: Frodo01228
FANDOM: Lord of the Rings
SUMMARY: Nearly two years have passed since Niphredil came to Middle earth and now she's married to Legolas. What new dangers will befall them and their baby daughter Elenwë? Sequel to Niphredil
RATED: M for Mature.
STATUS: Complete
NAME: Niphredil
SPECIES: Elf
HAIR: Blonde, if it stayed the same.
EYES: Green
ORIGIN: Earth
CANON CONNECTIONS: Married to Legolas.
SPECIAL TALENTS/ABILITIES: Not mentioned.
FEATURES/MARKINGS: Not mentioned.
NOTABLE POSSESSIONS: Has a daughter, Elenwë, and an unborn son, Finwë.
NOTES: Why does no one understand that Elves DO. NOT. ARRANGE. MARRIAGES?! Seriously! The last chapter is them arranging a marriage to Arwen and Aragorn's son! WTF?! And - OH NO! NO! NO! NO! GRIMA FRICK'N WORMTONGUE DOESN'T HAVE A FRIGG'N CHILD ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!
And why would "Let me go, you bastards!" confuse them?! Contrary to popular belief, the term "bastard" had the original meaning of a son without a father (which WAS an insult) and has been around for quite a while. Now, however, it's just an insult without people knowing its real meaning.
Bah. Thank gods her stories are short and relatively mundane, because I don't think I could handle all the Sue-ness and inaccuracies if they were every few sentences, and not just every chapter or so, but the Sue-ness is actually relatively tame, bur still kind of boring.
SAMPLE:
Niphredil struggled against the guards that held her. “Let me go, you bastards! Let me go!” Her strange words only served to confuse them.
They released her, throwing her to the ground. She looked up and gasped. The man that had captured them sat upon a throne. He held Elenwë not at all kindly. She was crying, but when she saw her mother she quieted down but still whimpered.
“So, the murderer settled down and had a brat,” the man growled.
“Legolas is no murderer!” Niphredil spat out.
The man motioned to a guard, and Niphredil cried out as a whip cracked across her back breaking through fabric and skin. Elenwë began to cry again.
“Naneth!”
“I’m all right, penneth,” Niphredil whispered, giving her daughter a small, reassuring smile.
“Do you not know who I am?” the man asked.
“Care to enlighten me?” Niphredil growled. The whip cracked again and she gritted her teeth.
“I am Mablung Elensar, son of Grima Wormtongue.”