A/N: I'm going to try something new. I'm going to put people's thoughts between ( ). It much easier to do that than "bla bla bla" she thought. Oh, and for the record, I don't own Lord of the Rings. And I don't think Nemiel's name means anything. I just made it up off the top of my head.
~*~*~
Stacie woke up to birds singing, and golden rays of sunshine pouring through her room. When a knock came to her door, she was reluctant to get out of the soft, huge four poster bed. It was like sleeping on clouds. She sighed and sat up.
"Come in." She moaned. A smiling young looking elf entered her room.
"Good morning!" She chimed. "I trust you slept well. My name is Nemiel, I am here to help and guide you. First, however, we must get you into proper clothing."
"Does that mean I have to wear a dress?!"
"I am sure it is different in your world, but here it is only proper for young ladies to wear modest clothing. And dresses fit that description."
"What if I'm not a proper young lady?" Nemiel laughed lightly.
"Then we shall have to turn you into one, shan't we? Up, up!" She 'assissted' Stacie out of bed. She walked over to what apparently was a wardrobe and leafed through dresses until she found one that suited the young maiden well. It was a long sleeved green and silver dress.
"This one shall do. I will lay it right here and go fetch some hot water."
"For what?"
"Why, for you bath of course! The tub is behind the partition over there."
"Oh." (of course they don't have pipes...oh, well)
"Wait right here. I shall be a few minutes." Nemiel gracefully left the room, gently but swiftly closing the door behind her. It wasn't a minute after she left the room when a knock came to the door.
"You're back already?!" The door slowly opened and a head peeped through the door. Stacie laughed as two hobbits made their way into her room.
"You wish to lay your eyes on the beautiful girl again, hmm?" She knew perfectly well her hair was a mess, and her eyes were still heavy from sleep. This time, the hobbits laughed along with her.
"We thought we'd keep you company." The one clad in the colors on Gondor said.
"Perhaps I should introduce myself. I'm Stacie Emeril."
"Meriadoc Brandybuck at your service."
"And Peregrin Took at your service."
"But I prefer Merry."
"And Pippin."
"Well, Merry and Pippin, if you two are as mischievous as I, we might just get along." All three jumped when the door flew open.
"Out, you two! It's time for the girl to prepare herself for the day. You must be getting along." Nemiel said lightheartedly to the two hobbits. Both looked rather glum at having to leave.
"Will you have time to have tea with us?" Merry asked. Stacie grinned.
"I hope. I don't know what they have planned for me today, but I'll try." Merry and Pippin smiled and left.
Halfway down the hall, Merry turned to his friend with a worried expression on his face.
"I don't know, Pip. She doesn't seem all that bad to me."
"I know what you mean. I don't think she's evil."
"Let's hope she's truly not."
Nemiel walked into Stacie's room with other elves, carrying buckets of steaming hot water. They walked over to the tub and poured it in. Nemiel added rose petals to the water. "This is just to add a nice scent to the bath water." She explained when Stacie gave her a confused look. "The soap is right by the tub, along with a towel to dry off with. When you are done, please wear the dress I have layed out for you."
"Thank you. I'm really starting to feel gross, so a bath is just what I need right now." She laughed.
"In an hour, you will be escorted to the banquet hall for breakfast." With that, Nemiel and the ladies left.
Stacie waited until she heard the door close and then slipped out of her clothes. She slowly reclined into the nice, warm water. (No more show and having to be nice...Stacie the assassin may be herself...for half an hour)
She groped the floor for the bar of soap Nemiel told her about, and found it. After she had it in her hand, her left hand searched the floor for her jeans. Upon finding it, she pulled out a switch blade she kept in her pocket. She grinned maliciously at the two.
"Lets call you Jordan, the stupid detective who wanted me put to death because he was so freakin close on my trail!" She squeezed the bar of soap in her right hand, and the knife in her left.
"Ohhh, what do you do with a drunkin sailor," She began singing, slicing a layer of soap off at each word, "what do you do with a drunkin sailor, what do you do with a drunkin sailor-early in the mornin!" She cut bigger chunks off at the end of the line. "Lock 'im on up with capn's daughter, lock 'im on up with the capn's daughter, lock 'im on up with the capn's daughter-EARLY IN THE MORNING!!!" Stacie laughed when she realized she cut all the soap into little bits and pieces.
"Not so brave now, hmm? Detective?!" She sighed and relaxed, sliding back into the tub. The memories of how she took care of the fool came running through her mind...
Stacie tiptoed through the apartment, clad all in black. Black pants, black sweater, mask, tennis shoes, and gloves. She pulled out a pair of her friend's seven year old sister's, Sarah, underwear. She carefully opened each of the drawers, until she found one filled with socks and underwear and such. Being cautious not to move anything out of place, she slipped the underwear beneath everything.
Next she took out tons of pictures of Sarah. Sarah riding her bike, Sarah at school, Sarah playing with her friends. All were taken while inside of a car or far away. She placed them inside the bathroom-underneath the sink, carefully hidden so his majesty wouldn't notice them at first.
Next she went to his computer. Thankfully it was on. She then pulled a disk out of her bag. She'd been careful not to put any finger prints on it. She slipped it into the hard drive and navigated her way to word pad. She went to different documents, printing each one.
The corporation had somehow managed to get a copy of Jordan's finger prints, into little pads she could slip onto her fingers. She took off her gloves and slipped them onto her fingertips. Then she touched all over the papers she just printed. After that, Stacie neatly folded each paper. She slid them beneath his computer and removed the pads on her fingers. After making sure she didn't leave any evidence behind, she put her gloves back on and made her back out the window and down the fire exit.
"Task completed." She muttered to herself, grinning evilly. "He shouldn't be stalking little children." She smirked.
That afternoon, arrangements were to be made to have things look like the detective would be attempting to rape the poor little girl. The police would get a search warrant, and guess what they would find? Evidence that Jordan was stalking Sarah. That would get him off of Stacie's tail.
And that's exactly what happened. His prints were all over the pictures, letters, and underwear. Needless to say, the girl's parents filed complaints and made sure the evil man went to jail. Who knows what his jailmates did to him. Not even a murderer will put up with a child molesterer...
Stacie bolted straight as someone pounded on her door.
"Now what?!" She screamed when the door flew open. Whoever it was couldn't see her because of the partition, but she slid further into the tub to be on the safe side.
"Ahh! I'm so sorry, miss! I thought you'd be...well..."
"It's alright, Merry." She laughed and shook her head at her own stupidity. All frightened because of one silly little hobbit! "And my name is Stacie, not miss. I'll be ready to join everyone in half an hour." She murmured beneath the bath water.
"But breakfast is in five minutes!" He exclaimed.
"What?! You're kidding!"
"No." She screamed in frustration at his answer.
"Fine, I'll be out in a few, you can go now."
"Oh, right! Sorry." He blushed as he left the room sheepishly. After hearing the door shut, she lept out of the tub and grabbed the towel. She took thirty seconds to dry herself, and then grabbed the clothes Nemiel wanted her to wear. She managed to get the dress on in two minutes. She towel dryed her hair and brushed it with a brush she found on the dresser in her room.
She shrugged at her reflection. "It'll do." She murmured.
~*~*~
Stacie woke up to birds singing, and golden rays of sunshine pouring through her room. When a knock came to her door, she was reluctant to get out of the soft, huge four poster bed. It was like sleeping on clouds. She sighed and sat up.
"Come in." She moaned. A smiling young looking elf entered her room.
"Good morning!" She chimed. "I trust you slept well. My name is Nemiel, I am here to help and guide you. First, however, we must get you into proper clothing."
"Does that mean I have to wear a dress?!"
"I am sure it is different in your world, but here it is only proper for young ladies to wear modest clothing. And dresses fit that description."
"What if I'm not a proper young lady?" Nemiel laughed lightly.
"Then we shall have to turn you into one, shan't we? Up, up!" She 'assissted' Stacie out of bed. She walked over to what apparently was a wardrobe and leafed through dresses until she found one that suited the young maiden well. It was a long sleeved green and silver dress.
"This one shall do. I will lay it right here and go fetch some hot water."
"For what?"
"Why, for you bath of course! The tub is behind the partition over there."
"Oh." (of course they don't have pipes...oh, well)
"Wait right here. I shall be a few minutes." Nemiel gracefully left the room, gently but swiftly closing the door behind her. It wasn't a minute after she left the room when a knock came to the door.
"You're back already?!" The door slowly opened and a head peeped through the door. Stacie laughed as two hobbits made their way into her room.
"You wish to lay your eyes on the beautiful girl again, hmm?" She knew perfectly well her hair was a mess, and her eyes were still heavy from sleep. This time, the hobbits laughed along with her.
"We thought we'd keep you company." The one clad in the colors on Gondor said.
"Perhaps I should introduce myself. I'm Stacie Emeril."
"Meriadoc Brandybuck at your service."
"And Peregrin Took at your service."
"But I prefer Merry."
"And Pippin."
"Well, Merry and Pippin, if you two are as mischievous as I, we might just get along." All three jumped when the door flew open.
"Out, you two! It's time for the girl to prepare herself for the day. You must be getting along." Nemiel said lightheartedly to the two hobbits. Both looked rather glum at having to leave.
"Will you have time to have tea with us?" Merry asked. Stacie grinned.
"I hope. I don't know what they have planned for me today, but I'll try." Merry and Pippin smiled and left.
Halfway down the hall, Merry turned to his friend with a worried expression on his face.
"I don't know, Pip. She doesn't seem all that bad to me."
"I know what you mean. I don't think she's evil."
"Let's hope she's truly not."
Nemiel walked into Stacie's room with other elves, carrying buckets of steaming hot water. They walked over to the tub and poured it in. Nemiel added rose petals to the water. "This is just to add a nice scent to the bath water." She explained when Stacie gave her a confused look. "The soap is right by the tub, along with a towel to dry off with. When you are done, please wear the dress I have layed out for you."
"Thank you. I'm really starting to feel gross, so a bath is just what I need right now." She laughed.
"In an hour, you will be escorted to the banquet hall for breakfast." With that, Nemiel and the ladies left.
Stacie waited until she heard the door close and then slipped out of her clothes. She slowly reclined into the nice, warm water. (No more show and having to be nice...Stacie the assassin may be herself...for half an hour)
She groped the floor for the bar of soap Nemiel told her about, and found it. After she had it in her hand, her left hand searched the floor for her jeans. Upon finding it, she pulled out a switch blade she kept in her pocket. She grinned maliciously at the two.
"Lets call you Jordan, the stupid detective who wanted me put to death because he was so freakin close on my trail!" She squeezed the bar of soap in her right hand, and the knife in her left.
"Ohhh, what do you do with a drunkin sailor," She began singing, slicing a layer of soap off at each word, "what do you do with a drunkin sailor, what do you do with a drunkin sailor-early in the mornin!" She cut bigger chunks off at the end of the line. "Lock 'im on up with capn's daughter, lock 'im on up with the capn's daughter, lock 'im on up with the capn's daughter-EARLY IN THE MORNING!!!" Stacie laughed when she realized she cut all the soap into little bits and pieces.
"Not so brave now, hmm? Detective?!" She sighed and relaxed, sliding back into the tub. The memories of how she took care of the fool came running through her mind...
Stacie tiptoed through the apartment, clad all in black. Black pants, black sweater, mask, tennis shoes, and gloves. She pulled out a pair of her friend's seven year old sister's, Sarah, underwear. She carefully opened each of the drawers, until she found one filled with socks and underwear and such. Being cautious not to move anything out of place, she slipped the underwear beneath everything.
Next she took out tons of pictures of Sarah. Sarah riding her bike, Sarah at school, Sarah playing with her friends. All were taken while inside of a car or far away. She placed them inside the bathroom-underneath the sink, carefully hidden so his majesty wouldn't notice them at first.
Next she went to his computer. Thankfully it was on. She then pulled a disk out of her bag. She'd been careful not to put any finger prints on it. She slipped it into the hard drive and navigated her way to word pad. She went to different documents, printing each one.
The corporation had somehow managed to get a copy of Jordan's finger prints, into little pads she could slip onto her fingers. She took off her gloves and slipped them onto her fingertips. Then she touched all over the papers she just printed. After that, Stacie neatly folded each paper. She slid them beneath his computer and removed the pads on her fingers. After making sure she didn't leave any evidence behind, she put her gloves back on and made her back out the window and down the fire exit.
"Task completed." She muttered to herself, grinning evilly. "He shouldn't be stalking little children." She smirked.
That afternoon, arrangements were to be made to have things look like the detective would be attempting to rape the poor little girl. The police would get a search warrant, and guess what they would find? Evidence that Jordan was stalking Sarah. That would get him off of Stacie's tail.
And that's exactly what happened. His prints were all over the pictures, letters, and underwear. Needless to say, the girl's parents filed complaints and made sure the evil man went to jail. Who knows what his jailmates did to him. Not even a murderer will put up with a child molesterer...
Stacie bolted straight as someone pounded on her door.
"Now what?!" She screamed when the door flew open. Whoever it was couldn't see her because of the partition, but she slid further into the tub to be on the safe side.
"Ahh! I'm so sorry, miss! I thought you'd be...well..."
"It's alright, Merry." She laughed and shook her head at her own stupidity. All frightened because of one silly little hobbit! "And my name is Stacie, not miss. I'll be ready to join everyone in half an hour." She murmured beneath the bath water.
"But breakfast is in five minutes!" He exclaimed.
"What?! You're kidding!"
"No." She screamed in frustration at his answer.
"Fine, I'll be out in a few, you can go now."
"Oh, right! Sorry." He blushed as he left the room sheepishly. After hearing the door shut, she lept out of the tub and grabbed the towel. She took thirty seconds to dry herself, and then grabbed the clothes Nemiel wanted her to wear. She managed to get the dress on in two minutes. She towel dryed her hair and brushed it with a brush she found on the dresser in her room.
She shrugged at her reflection. "It'll do." She murmured.