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A/N: Ok, well, I'm back finally! Thank you reviewers for reviewing. Anyway, as it's been a while since I updated, I'll spare you all an explanation til the end. Enjoy!

Leigh was getting very bored. She was waiting for her brother to wake up so that they could head off to the council. In the meantime, she had contented herself with re-reading the paper that she'd gotten from Mary Sue. What she'd figured out from it was that she was pretty much stuck here until Mary-Sue either a) finished the fic or b) deleted the fic. The problem was that if she abandoned it then Leigh was pretty much stuck in Middle Earth. The plus side was that virtually no time was really passing as long as she accomplished her task, and, a real plus was that whenever she did something that had the power to foil part Mary-Sue's plot, she'd get a reward. It didn't say what this reward was, but hey, anything was better than nothing. Especially since she was beginning to suffer singing withdrawal. Leigh, an avid member of the school choir, spent so much time singing that she was actually ok. However, as she had learned from other Fanfics, good singing was a trait of Mary-Sues, so Leigh was so NOT singing while in Middle Earth. Anyway, she really just wanted to sing along with one of the musicals she had on DVD, like Chicago. As she couldn't listen to music, sing, type, talk to her friends, try to get into Post-Secondary Options or even write down ideas for her fics, Leigh decided to just walk aimlessly around until Billy decided to awaken.

This ended up being a very good thing, for as she was passing a seemingly empty room, she spotted a…. computer? Well, the room wasn't actually empty, as Miss "Sahara Emerald" was asleep on the floor by the computer AND she was snoring! Wishing they had invented cameras, a brilliant idea suddenly came to Leigh. Slipping stealthily into the room, she walked up to the computer and looked at the newly uploaded chapter of "Sahara Emerald's" fic. Certain pieces greatly amused Leigh.

As Erenwen awoke gracefully from her peaceful slumber she sighed, immediately recognizing everything in her new Elvis shroom. The bed that she was sleeping in was the moat comforting bed shed ever slept in.

Leigh looked at the room. Yep, it was beginning to look like an "Elvis shroom", as there were pictures of "The King" hung all over, and the walls had a certain fungi quality to them. There was also a moat encircling the bed (complete with drawbridge and crocodiles) and on the bed, was a small shed. If this was an example of the girl's typing skills, Leigh was not looking forward to the council. Then Leigh had an idea, a brilliant idea, in fact. However, she quickly realized that she wouldn't have time to get it done now, so instead Leigh pretended to have just entered the room as Mary-Sue woke up.

"What the-?" Mary-Sue exclaimed, seeing the state of her sleeping quarters.

"Hey there MS, I like what you've done with the place," Leigh said. The other girl just shook her head.

"But- it wasn't supposed to be like this!" she whined.

"Ok, whatever. Anyway, I just wanted to clarify something with you: I am not in anyway interested in Legolas and so you don't have to worry about me trying to steal him." Mary-Sue looked at her suspiciously, and then smiled.

"Really? You mean it? Oh, that's great! I mean, this will save me a lot of time if I know you won't be trying to ruin my life's ambition! Thank you Aleia!" She looked like she would have hugged her but right then one of the crocodiles in the moat started to snap at them. "You really don't get along with some animals, do you?" Mary-Sue asked. Leigh just sighed and left the room.

"There you are!" Billy yelled. "The council's gonna start right after breakfast. Here, have a muffin. Dobby gave it to me." He handed his sister a blueberry muffin.

"Wait. Dobby?" Leigh asked.

"Yeah, you know, from Harry Potter. He's down in the kitchens."

"Why?"

"I dunno, he's an elf right?"

"Ok, Mary-Sue's going bananas if she honestly thinks that there would be house elves in Lord of the Rings. Let's go," Leigh rolled her eyes and, after eating the muffin, they headed towards the council area. Immediately outside, they stopped… and burst out laughing.

"Ok, she has to be kidding," Billy declared. "No one could type that bad. And since when is there a sign here anyway?" Leigh nodded in agreement. Right in front of them stood a sign declaring not that the Council of Elrond was going to take place, but that Count Soil of Almond was going to be there. As soon as they sat down between Mary-Sue and the dwarves they had to once again try very hard to contain their laughter. Sitting next to Elrond, wearing Count Dracula-like clothes was a man. Only, he was covered in dirt and on his robes he had a crest that looked, well, like an Almond. Judging by the disgusted face that Elrond was making, Count Soil didn't smell that good either. Coughing, he started his speech.

"Strangers from distant lands, friends of old, you have been summoned here to answer the threat of Mordor," and so on. Everything seemed to be going all right-- well except that Mary-Sue kept staring at Legolas and sighing-- until Elrond said:

"Bring forth the wing, Frodo." The Hobbit stood up, carrying not the One Ring, but a chicken wing smothered in what could only be honey barbeque sauce. Leigh's stomach rumbled. She did love BBQ sauce, and she was still very hungry. However, Elrond seemed to have noticed his own mistake.

"Er… I mean, the Ring. Bring forth the ring Frodo," he corrected. Frodo once again got up and this time placed the ring on the pedestal. Everyone reacted. Well, everyone that is except Mary-Sue, Billy, and Leigh. Oh, and Count Almond had fallen asleep, muttering about attacking the Legions of Pecan so he could rescue the Duchess of Cashew.

Leighsuddenly started atwhat she'd just realized. She'd been affected greater by the chicken wing than the one Ring. This could only mean one thing: Mary-Sue had been so focused on her Legomania that she hadn't realized that the ring was supposed to affect them as well. That was just plain weird. Crazy, in fact. It also showed a further lack of understanding for the plot. Leigh was so focused on this oddity that she almost missed the next Mary-Sue mess up.

Legolas was looking at Mary-Sue, completely enthralled with her beauty it seemed. She flipped her hair and then--

"Rawr! Roar!" A bear had entered the room. However, this was no ordinary bear. It was a strong bear with an afro. And he was followed by the most perfect guy that Leigh had ever seen. Too perfect, a Gary-Stu in fact. Immediately Leigh realized what must have happened. Mary-Sue had meant to say something like, "The beautiful princess of the Forgotten Lands had long, flowing hair. She was perfectly perfect in everyway." Instead she had written: "The beautiful prince of the Frog-hoppin' Lands had a strong, froing bear. He was perfectly perfect in everyway." This resulted in the perfect guy with his pet bear.

"I'm so sorry to interrupt. Carry on, please," he said. And everyone carried on as though nothing had happened. Mr. Perfect took a seat and his pet curled up on the floor. Leigh could swear that it was glaring at her.

The rest of the council went as planned.

"You have my sword."

"And you have my bow."

"And my axe."

"You carry the fates of us all little one. If this is truly the will of the council, then Gondor shall see it done." Ok, now Sam, Merry and Pippin had to show up, Leigh thought. Instead Mary-Sue stood up.

"My father, the King of the Forgotten Lands, sent me here to help. I feel I can only do that if I come with you. I am sure that Aleia and Baelnor also feel that they would love to help, so we will come," she said. Ok, now, only--

"I also feel that my bear and I would be great help to you, so we will come as well as representitives of the Land of Frog-hopping," Mr. Perfect said. He and his bearhopped over tothem. Leigh shook her head and sighed. That had to be all.

"As the representative from Almond, I shall accompany you. I hope on my way that I may rescue the fair Duchess of Cashew from Lord Planters of Pecan and his Legions of Evil-Nuts," Count Soil declared. The rest of the group looked somewhat less than pleased.

"Mr. Frodo's not going anywhere without me!" Sam finally ran up to them.

"Indeed it seems hardley possible to separate you, even when he is summoned to a secret council and you are not," Lord Elrond stated.

"Secret?" Billy whispered. "There's a sign outside the door."

"Yeah but it says 'Count Soil of Almond' so maybe no one would be able to figure ti out," Leigh answered.

"We're coming too!"

"You'd have to send us home tied up in a sack to stop us," Merry declared.

"Besides, you need someone of intelligence on this sort of mission… quest… thing." Pippin finished.

"Well, that leaves you out Pip," Merry retorted.

"9, er, wait I mean 15 companions."

"Hey, how come the bear's a companion but not Bill the pony?" Billy asked his sister who shrugged.

"So be it. You shall be the Fellowship of the Wing." Elrond said happily, and everyone pretended not to have noticed his slip-up.

"Great! Where are we going?" asked Pippin.

TBC…

A/N: Well, here's chapter 3. I finally explained the title, and in the next chapter you'll get to see Mary-Sue getting a little irritated with her new traveling companions, as well as accidentally causing more chaos. As to why I haven't updated, I kinda got into a Star Wars, Harry Potter mood, but now I've decided to see if anyone's still interested I this fic. Oh well, please review and continue to read.