A/N: Told ya I'd update soon! I have to write out my ideas before they grow cold. Well, I'm gonna try to lighten the mood a little in later chapters. Depressing, I know...suicidal Stacie.
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Legolas ran into Stacie's room as a warning feeling swept over him.
"Stacie!" She jumped, and something fell from her hands.
"Don't do that! Sheesh. What is it with you people and not knocking before coming in?" She growled.
"What was in your hands?"
"Nothing!"
"Tell me!" Tears spilled down her cheeks as the elf rushed over to her bedside to find the knife. If she'd had her wits about her, she'd tried to have concealed it. But it was too late. Legolas picked it up and gave a look filled with pity.
"What's this?" He asked softly.
"It is nothing." Her head fell to it's now usual spot in her hands.
"Please say you had no intentions of killing yourself."
"My intentions are none of you business! I know what my fate is. Why not get it over with?" Legolas shook his head and sat down beside her.
"Are you never happy?"
"You'd be sick to find out what makes me happy." She said in a barely audible whisper.
"The Lady Eowyn is just outside. Maybe you and she should have counsel." Stacie shook her head.
"Nothing matters any more." She mumbled. "The cookie has officially crumbled." She moved her hands in a wide gesture. "Life has no more meaning." She fell backwards onto her bed.
"It does." He contradicted.
"No, it doesn't! Don't you get it? I am evil! Haven't you been listening to the others? I'm your basic poison. You'd sooner have an arrow to my head if you knew my background."
"Well, since I don't know your background yet I shall not be shooting you anytime soon. Come. You're going to talk to Eowyn. She's been wanting to talk to you since she heard of your arrival."
"I'll be the death of everyone." She muttered as she followed him out the door.
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Legolas ran into Stacie's room as a warning feeling swept over him.
"Stacie!" She jumped, and something fell from her hands.
"Don't do that! Sheesh. What is it with you people and not knocking before coming in?" She growled.
"What was in your hands?"
"Nothing!"
"Tell me!" Tears spilled down her cheeks as the elf rushed over to her bedside to find the knife. If she'd had her wits about her, she'd tried to have concealed it. But it was too late. Legolas picked it up and gave a look filled with pity.
"What's this?" He asked softly.
"It is nothing." Her head fell to it's now usual spot in her hands.
"Please say you had no intentions of killing yourself."
"My intentions are none of you business! I know what my fate is. Why not get it over with?" Legolas shook his head and sat down beside her.
"Are you never happy?"
"You'd be sick to find out what makes me happy." She said in a barely audible whisper.
"The Lady Eowyn is just outside. Maybe you and she should have counsel." Stacie shook her head.
"Nothing matters any more." She mumbled. "The cookie has officially crumbled." She moved her hands in a wide gesture. "Life has no more meaning." She fell backwards onto her bed.
"It does." He contradicted.
"No, it doesn't! Don't you get it? I am evil! Haven't you been listening to the others? I'm your basic poison. You'd sooner have an arrow to my head if you knew my background."
"Well, since I don't know your background yet I shall not be shooting you anytime soon. Come. You're going to talk to Eowyn. She's been wanting to talk to you since she heard of your arrival."
"I'll be the death of everyone." She muttered as she followed him out the door.