A/N: Well, some will be excited and others annoyed. This chapter(and maybe more) features Ioreth for a little while! For those who don't know Ioreth, she's in The Return of the King. I thought she was annoying character, but hey! Why not have her play the part she's used to as the gossiping woman from Gondor? Yeah, so...I don't own her. Just Stacie Emeril! Hope you all enjoy this chapter.
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Everyone seemed to be against the young woman, but there was something about her that made Legolas like her. He knew she couldn't be much good, but he didn't care. She was like a hobbit up to no good...
He knocked on her door. It wasn't long before she opened it.
"I see you've finally decided to change your attire?" He asked. She raised a brow.
"Ugh! Do I really have to be escorted by you?!" (A hot blonde elf?) Stacie was careful not to say her thought out loud.
"I'm afraid so."
"Better be."
"I beg your pardon?"
"Nothing! Nothing at all." She grinned. He laughed and offered her his arm. The two walked down to the breakfast-one of the hobbits' favorite meals. =) (a/n: I like hobbits in case ya can't tell.)
"Hey, she made it! That's amazing! I've never seen a girl get ready so quickly in my life!" Pippin exclaimed in wonder. Stacie popped him on the head when no one was looking.
"OW! What was that for?!" He exclaimed. She sighed.
"For speaking without thinking."
"Ohhh...?" Pippin gave Merry a questioning look. Merry only shrugged. The blonde elf laughed.
"What's so funny?" Stacie glared at him.
"Nothing. Nothing at all!" Stacie's glare became more venomus.
"Wow! You look like a snake!" Merry said in awe.
"Ya mind repeating that?!"
"You do! I mean, you got ebony hair and green eyes. Doesn't she looked like a snake, Pip?" Pippin gasped.
"My word! She does!"
"I can please just sit down and eat?" She pleaded to Legolas. He surpressed a laugh and lead her to a table. Being the gentleman that he is, he pulled her seat out for her. She noticed that once she sat, everything began to become silent. She gave a nervous laugh as everyone began to look at her.
"H-hello. I'm Stacie the a-" She stopped herself in her tracks. "person from another world! How are you...?" Her voice trailed off.
"Hullo!" Pippin chimed in. Everyone else followed suit and gave her a warm welcoming. Then everyone one went back to their chatter.
"So I 'ear that the girl's plain evil!" A Gondor woman named Ioreth gossiped to her cousin. "Just plain evil! Even the elve's feel it! And what? From another world! That just ain't normal, I tell you! Ain't normal at all." Her cousin nodded in agreement. An elf close by cringed at her bad grammar. He whispered to his kinsman in Sindarin, "Did the Men of Gondor not wish to have their wives properly trained in their language?" "Apparently not." "But since we're on the subject of the young maiden..."
Pretty soon nearly everyone that was breaking their fast was on the subject of Stacie the...well, Stacie the maiden from another world.
Stacie was walking back to her room when a pain shot through her chest. She whinced and fell to her knees, clutching the wall. She bit her lip in attempt to stop the tears and screams of agony that were about escape her mouth. (What's wrong with me?) The thought raced through her mind. She'd heard of people having chest pains that were having heartattacks, but she was too young to have them.
She didn't know how long she kneeled there, but she exhaled in relief when the pain left her. She slowly stood up. She frowned in realization that the pain had left some sort of scar inside of her. It was like the pain was gone, but left behind a bitter aftertaste that wouldn't go away. She shook the thought away and continued her way down the hall.
She smiled as Gandalf started walking towards her from the opposite direction. There was something about him that made her feel calm inside. That everything would be alright...just the way her grandfather was.
"Ah, Stacie! There you are." A frown came over his face. "Are you alright?"
"Yes. Why?"
"Your face is quite pale and-what happened to your lip?" Gandalf's face was filled concern. Stacie's hand meanwhile flew up to her lips. She gasped when she felt a warm liquid. Blood. She let out a nervous laugh.
"I guess I accidentally bit it. I do it all the time..." She licked the blood off her lips.
"Oh. Well, the counsel and I would like for you to have a chat with us this afternoon." He lowered his voice. "I'm afraid there are some who...well, fear you may be dangerous."
"What?!" She cried out in surprise.
"Shh! My word, you certainly can scream when you want. Try hard to prove them wrong. Please try to come to the library at precisely noon. Meanwhile, try not to get into trouble." He chuckled. "And you may want to go to the Healing House. I fear you may have a virus." He gave her one more worried look before continuing on his way.
She walked a little further before entering her room. She was beyond crying at the moment. Depression was making its way into her. She looked out the huge window in her room, staring lifelessly out into the horizon.
"It's over," She whispered. "They know, they'll find out the truth about me and...execution." The last word barely came out. "No one's gonna want a person with my background around." She sat on her bed and put her head into hands. Her hand drifted to the switchblade she had hidden beneath her matchress. She pulled it at and gave it a hard look. "Why not?" She murmured. She held in stabbing position towards herself, both hands on the handle. She took a deep breath and braced herself, closed her eyes and-
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A/N: I know you all hate me for leaving it at a cliffhanger! Don't worry. I plan on updating just after this. =)
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Everyone seemed to be against the young woman, but there was something about her that made Legolas like her. He knew she couldn't be much good, but he didn't care. She was like a hobbit up to no good...
He knocked on her door. It wasn't long before she opened it.
"I see you've finally decided to change your attire?" He asked. She raised a brow.
"Ugh! Do I really have to be escorted by you?!" (A hot blonde elf?) Stacie was careful not to say her thought out loud.
"I'm afraid so."
"Better be."
"I beg your pardon?"
"Nothing! Nothing at all." She grinned. He laughed and offered her his arm. The two walked down to the breakfast-one of the hobbits' favorite meals. =) (a/n: I like hobbits in case ya can't tell.)
"Hey, she made it! That's amazing! I've never seen a girl get ready so quickly in my life!" Pippin exclaimed in wonder. Stacie popped him on the head when no one was looking.
"OW! What was that for?!" He exclaimed. She sighed.
"For speaking without thinking."
"Ohhh...?" Pippin gave Merry a questioning look. Merry only shrugged. The blonde elf laughed.
"What's so funny?" Stacie glared at him.
"Nothing. Nothing at all!" Stacie's glare became more venomus.
"Wow! You look like a snake!" Merry said in awe.
"Ya mind repeating that?!"
"You do! I mean, you got ebony hair and green eyes. Doesn't she looked like a snake, Pip?" Pippin gasped.
"My word! She does!"
"I can please just sit down and eat?" She pleaded to Legolas. He surpressed a laugh and lead her to a table. Being the gentleman that he is, he pulled her seat out for her. She noticed that once she sat, everything began to become silent. She gave a nervous laugh as everyone began to look at her.
"H-hello. I'm Stacie the a-" She stopped herself in her tracks. "person from another world! How are you...?" Her voice trailed off.
"Hullo!" Pippin chimed in. Everyone else followed suit and gave her a warm welcoming. Then everyone one went back to their chatter.
"So I 'ear that the girl's plain evil!" A Gondor woman named Ioreth gossiped to her cousin. "Just plain evil! Even the elve's feel it! And what? From another world! That just ain't normal, I tell you! Ain't normal at all." Her cousin nodded in agreement. An elf close by cringed at her bad grammar. He whispered to his kinsman in Sindarin, "Did the Men of Gondor not wish to have their wives properly trained in their language?" "Apparently not." "But since we're on the subject of the young maiden..."
Pretty soon nearly everyone that was breaking their fast was on the subject of Stacie the...well, Stacie the maiden from another world.
Stacie was walking back to her room when a pain shot through her chest. She whinced and fell to her knees, clutching the wall. She bit her lip in attempt to stop the tears and screams of agony that were about escape her mouth. (What's wrong with me?) The thought raced through her mind. She'd heard of people having chest pains that were having heartattacks, but she was too young to have them.
She didn't know how long she kneeled there, but she exhaled in relief when the pain left her. She slowly stood up. She frowned in realization that the pain had left some sort of scar inside of her. It was like the pain was gone, but left behind a bitter aftertaste that wouldn't go away. She shook the thought away and continued her way down the hall.
She smiled as Gandalf started walking towards her from the opposite direction. There was something about him that made her feel calm inside. That everything would be alright...just the way her grandfather was.
"Ah, Stacie! There you are." A frown came over his face. "Are you alright?"
"Yes. Why?"
"Your face is quite pale and-what happened to your lip?" Gandalf's face was filled concern. Stacie's hand meanwhile flew up to her lips. She gasped when she felt a warm liquid. Blood. She let out a nervous laugh.
"I guess I accidentally bit it. I do it all the time..." She licked the blood off her lips.
"Oh. Well, the counsel and I would like for you to have a chat with us this afternoon." He lowered his voice. "I'm afraid there are some who...well, fear you may be dangerous."
"What?!" She cried out in surprise.
"Shh! My word, you certainly can scream when you want. Try hard to prove them wrong. Please try to come to the library at precisely noon. Meanwhile, try not to get into trouble." He chuckled. "And you may want to go to the Healing House. I fear you may have a virus." He gave her one more worried look before continuing on his way.
She walked a little further before entering her room. She was beyond crying at the moment. Depression was making its way into her. She looked out the huge window in her room, staring lifelessly out into the horizon.
"It's over," She whispered. "They know, they'll find out the truth about me and...execution." The last word barely came out. "No one's gonna want a person with my background around." She sat on her bed and put her head into hands. Her hand drifted to the switchblade she had hidden beneath her matchress. She pulled it at and gave it a hard look. "Why not?" She murmured. She held in stabbing position towards herself, both hands on the handle. She took a deep breath and braced herself, closed her eyes and-
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A/N: I know you all hate me for leaving it at a cliffhanger! Don't worry. I plan on updating just after this. =)