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I was assigned to review this story and then I
started reading it and then I rolled my eyes at the whole found-baby/Mary Sue cliché when
Legolas found the abandoned girl in the woods and took her home and named her Laura and
and then I got to the first bit of dialogue and when I regained consciousness it was three
weeks later and then I cried hard, white-hot tears like bullets.
Then everything was all right for a little while as long as I blocked out the horrific spelling and grammar and ignored the total lack of periods and basically just stuck my fingers in my eyes and sang LA-LA-LA really loudly and pretended this whole sorry episode in my life was happening to someone else and then I got to the gratuitous rape scene and then I went on a tri-state killing spree and then I regained consciousness again but this time I was in a padded room with a security camera in the corner and there was blood under my nails and the taste of bile in my mouth and then I started screaming until the lining of my throat blistered and peeled off and then someone called a burly nurse.
And then after a few weeks of shock treatment and being doused with a fire hose every hour on the hour I was granted computer privileges again and then I tried to finish the story and then I finally made it to the end where Gandalf and Strider fight Orcs and Frodo and the rest of the Hobbits suddenly show up for no explained reason and then Legolas saves his adopted daughter/sister and takes her back to Rivendell to cure her and they bond.
And then I gouged out my own eyes and ate them.
Frodo Baggins by Emma Lineham The world of fan fiction is changed. I see it on the screen. I read it in the prose. I smell it in this reeking dungheap of badly spelled pseudo-Tolkienese the author sees fit to call poetry.
Much that once was is lost, for none now live who remember it. Like writing that makes sense. And spelling. And the rules of the English language. Or perhaps this poem was translated from the original Elvish by way of Babelfish?
Frodos off to scare the enemy, eh? Wow, looks like I totally missed the point of that whole Lord of the Rings saga. Silly, silly me.
I'll Never Find Someone Like You by Rei Swiftwood Dont you hate it when you invest your precious time reading what looks to be a promising story only to realize half way through that its awful? Well then you can consider yourself lucky that this story declares its awfulness in the very first sentence. BeholdMinka and Legolas sat on the beach in Hawaii enjoying the weather. It takes a certain amount of chutzpa to introduce a Mary Sue and a ridiculous alternative reality location in a single sentence. Maybe the trauma of one was supposed to cancel out the shock of the other so that wed be too numb to notice? Unfortunately, the ignominious beginning is not as bad as it gets. You see, this is one of those horribly pointless songfics where the song lyrics are 90% of the story and the author has deigned to contribute a sentence or two between verses. I would spare you the lyrics and concentrate on the pearls of prose actually written by the author but even the song is not safe from her editorial comments. Oh, you don't know that you're hurting me Cuz it's not just a sexual thing Author Note:(dont like that line) Then why quote it? Anyone? Anyone? Bueller? At this point Id resigned myself to the ludicrous anti-Middle Earth setting of Hawaii. Sure, it was goofy and unnecessary, but I was willing to overlook it. Nothing, however, could prepare me for the next wacky location. Tremble, friends, and read on. They were returning to Walmart and to their friends. Minka was her chipper self again and the Elf was normal as normal as an Elf could be. Walmart? Walmart? What, did Legolas need to pick up one of those hair braiding machines or something? Did he have some last minute shopping to do before his next big quest? WALMART? Minka smiled as she looked back at Legolas from talking with Zero and Learoyd. He chuckled and walked over to her. Without warning, he tipped her back in his arms and gave her a kiss she would not, if ever, forget You know those two well-loved characters Zero and Learoyd? Me neither, seeing as this is the first and last time theyre even mentioned. One thing is certain; This is a story I will not, if ever, forget and you better believe that I've tried.
Legolas Greenleaf by Emma Lineham ( Angare ) Theres bad poetry and theres bad poetry. And then theres this With wooden bow and arrow on which do lay, and with it much evil lie forth shall pay. Dont look at me, I have no idea what it means. Its almost as confusing as He on silent toes you do walk, and heavenly sweet voice thou you do talk. No evil dare touch thee before thy wakes, or scuffer the fate of good he makes. I think I speak for all of us when I say "Huh?" |