I know you don't wanna hear my excuses about why my update is late. It was late. Done. And I wouldn't be scared to say that the other chapter might be late in the foreseeable future.

cardcaptor-kanna chapter 10 . Jun 1

I've also had my own stuff going on, so no need to apologize! I haven't updated/published anything in over a year (maybe two)!

I don't believe I've reviewed this (or your previous story, though I did read it), so I'll just try to be short as I review it as a whole.

I'm loving this! At first, I was a little skeptical of the memory loss thing, as it would take an extremely powerful wizard to do something like that. But I realized it was a new sort of take on the whole memory loss thing, so I decided to keep going.

Am I glad I did! There are a few spelling mistakes/punctuation mistakes, but I love this! I love Jackie's character, because I can really connect with her. It's great!

Keep it up!

Thank you so much for understanding about the whole slow updates thing. I'm glad to know that you have read my previous story, that one probably has a million more grammar, spelling, punctuation errors than this one has. I'll try to be better with these aspects in the future but I can't promise as I don't have any beta but myself to reread and look over my story. I'm glad you like my OC and thanks for reviewing!

Question mark chapter 10 . Jul 11

Will the defeat of saruman erase the memory spell and reveal his memories to legoglas?

Maybe…. ;) That is going to be explained in this beautiful filler.

Okay, let's get on with this.

WARNING: offensive language.

Jackie stared out onto the fields before the mighty keep the people of Rohan now took refuge in. She sat on one of the higher battlements wondering how the hell she had gotten to this point, watching, unseeingly the land around her.

The dwarves believed in family. The family she was raised in. They told and traded stories around warm fires and casks of ale, sharing journeys and feelings, opening themselves up. Teaching the others of things to do or not to do. Stories of life.

What was her story? Truly. What was her story?

Once there was an elf. A she-elf. She lived with an elven family in an elven house in an elven village in an elven realm. She was happy. She was ordinary.

And that family was killed.

So she found a new family. A dwarven family.

Once there was an elf. A she-elf. She lived with a dwarven family, in a dwarven house, in a dwarven mountain, in a dwarven realm. She learned to be happy. She was not ordinary. She was an elven princess of a dwarven realm.

Lost from everything she knew.

Long lost.

So she went back to that elven realm, became a guard. A protector. So no child would lose what she had. She was not happy. But she was ordinary.

And then her family was attacked by a flying snake of fire. She tried to save them, but for every one she saved, a hundred died.

So the she-elf returned to her unhappy life in the realm of the elves.

And left her family behind.

Until she fell in love with the elven prince.

Until the elven prince fell in love with her.

They saved her dwarven realm. They saved all the realms. The eagles, the dwarves, the elves, the humans. They fought the monsters. They prevailed.

But it was not enough.

In the end, their love was not enough. The prince and the she-elf were not to be.

The prince's father disapproved. And knew where to strike her.

The she-elf left, to a far away forest.

The Prince forgot, the white wizard.

And again she was lost, had long been lost, but had found herself in the prince. Short lived as it was.

But then the monsters came back.

And the Prince and the She-elf met once more.

The she-elf remembered.

But the Prince did not.

"And she lived unhappily ever after." Jackie mumbled quietly aloud.

Why was she doing this to herself?

It was not her fault that her parents were killed. That smaug attacked. That the battle of the five armies took place. That Legolas forgot. That Sauron rose again. That Aragorn fell off that cliff. He is- was a grown man. Knew what he was doing. She could not -wanted to but she could not, not if she wanted to live- blame herself for his death.

"Jackie, are you well?"

She almost jumped. Almost. Instead she glanced over her shoulder. Legolas stood five feet behind her, watching her with those blue eyes of his. Jackie. He had called her Jackie. Before he had called her by her last name. Was he remembering at last? Or was she being hopeful, ignoring the fact to fit her desired illusion. Even the stolen kisses were not proof that he would ever remember him.

But the death of the spellcaster….

The death of Saruman….

No. She would not let herself hope like that. That she would ever get anything like that.

Killing Saruman was the least she could do. Payment for the life, the chance of life he took from her.

"Do you wish me to leave?" Legolas asked, the slightest hints of uncertainty seeping into his voice.

"What?" She jumped out of her thoughts. "No, forgive me, I am not myself."

"Yes, I am much the same." She knew they were both thinking of Aragorn.

She couldn't stop herself from blurting; "Have you ever met Saruman. The White Wizard?" Have you met me?

"I" The prince of Mirkwood began, he hesitated as if thinking hard before beginning again. "No."

"Oh." All. She. Said.

Legolas sat down beside her as if just sensing she was conflicted, that she was- she didn't even know what she was. She leaned herself against him, allowing herself to fall into the illusion for those few precious seconds. The illusion in which he remembered. In which they were in love, in which when they kissed they knew their past.

Their story.

"I wish you remembered." She whispered.

Legolas was silent.

Saruman glared at the imbecile named Wormtongue, who cowered against the onyx walls of his tower and suppressed the urge to strangle the man- the worm- to death. He took a deep breath and began again, drawing out his voice to insure that the fool heard him. "Legolas, the prince of Mirkwood was with them? You are certain."

"Yes!" Wormtongue cried out, sinking to his knees and groveling against Saruman's pristine white robes. "Yes I am certain, my lord."

He stood, breathing deeply, and yanked his robes away from the gasping excuse of a man, sneering down at him. "And a she-elf, with silver hair?"

Wormtongue scrambled to his feet, nodding viciously, animosity seeping into his beady eyes. "Yes, the little cunt is with the company of the ring."

Saruman froze. "No, no, no, no, no…."

"W-What?" Wormtongue asked hesitantly.

"They will come for me…."

"Why?"

He growled, whipping around, walking back and forth the length of his tower, staring at his reflection in his shining black walls. "Because Dornessiti is not of any small mind, she will have put it all together." Saruman stopped pacing and stared at himself- at his reflection. "And thirst for revenge. She shall wish to kill me for all that I have done to her and her prince. And should I die-"

"S-should you die?" Grima whispered, standing beside him now.

"Should I die my spell shall be reversed, and the prince shall remember."

"I- I do not understand master."

Saruman whirled again, leaving Wormtongue behind, hitting him with his thick robes. "No, you would not you stupid man." He paused, thinking of all the possible outcomes. "Kill her." He said finally.

"What?" No hesitation from his cowardly servant, just shock- and confusion.

"We must kill her," he said simply.

"But Sauron wishes her-"

"Screw the Dark Lord and his wishes and wants. Jackie Dornessiti must die."

Wormtongue swallowed. And Saruman watched with wry amusement as the coward wrangled his small courage, most likely fearing Sauron more than himself. "Sauron wishes a wife, the she-elf-"

"Will die. Sauron shall find a new bride for his dark desires."

"But." Saruman, finally having enough of his impertent slave, wheeled toward the coward. And like all cowards, in the end, they submit.

"Yes, My lord."

Okay. Short chapter I know.

I won't be able to update for a while, and I would feel a lot less guilty about it if you guys knew that.

Hope you liked this short chapter. :)