We were talking about Super Mary Sue Arwen last night - and somehow, I dreamt about it. In my dream, Arwen showed up in battle wearing a dress. The orcs laughed at her when she tried to halt them with her Stare TM, and then she tripped on the hem of her gown, hit her head on a rock, and died instantly. No one present noticed.
Fifteen hours, three minutes. I'm not going to be able to pay attention to *anything* today... ;)