A/N: I'm such a drama queen. Thank you all reviewing! I really appreciate it. Don't worry, I plan on making this a long fic. I'd like to make it like at least 15 or 20 chapters long. Well, we shall see how things go. I think I got inspiration for a future chapter from a certain song. It's called "Earl" by Dixie Chicks. It's really funny, "cuz Earl had to die!" I think I'll have a song fic type of chapter like that. Let me know what you think about that one. Well, what're you doing still listening to me?! Read on!
~*~*~
Legolas lead Stacie to an ancient tree, where beneath sat a fairy lady. When she looked at her, Stacie saw wisdom and days of trial in her eyes. But before anything could be said, Legolas spun around and was gone in an instant.
"Come, sit here with me." She followed her instruction and sat down beneath the tree. For a long time there was silence. But it was peaceful, not akward. Finally, Eowyn broke the silence.
"Tell me about your world, and what it was that you did there, please."
"I dunno. There are just alot of wars, angry people. For me there's never a moment's rest."
"Why is that?"
"My job is very demanding of me."
"Oh, I see." The two women sat there, continuing in the conversation. Stacie was careful to stay away from the subject of what type of work she did, and thankfully Eowyn never asked. It was probably an hour or two later when Eowyn rose from where she sat, motioning for Stacie to follow suit.
"It is almost time for you to meet with the Council (a/n: please forgive for mispelling that in earlier chapters!). But if ever you need a friend or someone to speak with, pleaes come to me. I shall be staying in Gondor a little while longer before returning to my home in Rohan."
"Thank you." So then the two continued to walk down to the library.
When Stacie entered the library, she recognized everyone from the Fellowship there(a/n: except Boromir of course), as well as many others. Gandalf rose and led her to a seat. When she sat down, she saw Legolas, but he wouldn't look at her. She sighed. Of course he wouldn't look at her. (It's not like I actually would have gone through with it! Fine, if he wants to ignore me then I shall do just the same to him.) So all during the whole entire time of the meeting she never once looked at the Elf.
Shortly after she entered, the door was closed and everything became hushed.
"My dear lady, I believe we could help out your situation more if perhaps we knew a little about your life from where you lived." Gandalf asked. (I'd tell you, but then I'd have to kill you.) Galariel raised a brow. (Oops. Didn't mean it!) Stacie cleared her throat.
"Do you mean like family history and stuff like that?"
"Yes. Maybe of any odd things that have happened to you, any special or strange events."
"Well, my mom died while she giving birth to me. So, I never knew her. My dad was a workaholic, someone obsessed with their work. So he was never home. There was always a babysitter around , though."
"And what was her name?"
"Jennifer. She was always there for me, more like a sister than anything else. Well, my dad was murdered when I was only sixteen."
"I am sorry to hear that."
"It's okay. Well, Jennifer then took me under her wing. She helped find a place on my own when I was eighteen. Her guidance was very helpful. After my dad died, she helped me find a way to survive."
"And what way was that?" Elrond asked. She shrugged. She couldn't possibly tell them the truth.
"Just tricks of the trade. Basic ways to get over emotional obsticles."
"What do you mean by tricks of the trade? What trade do you speak of?" Stacie started to fidget. "Please, we mean you no harm. We just want to help you find your way home." Aragorn spoke softly.
"It's like what I said. The basic ways to survive when someone important in you life leaves you. That's what I meant." She could feel her pulse speed up. (I can't take anymore of this!) She thought. (Do you fear we will found a secret in which you keep?) She immediately straightened as she heard a voice inside of her head that was not her own. Galadriel. She was speaking to her. (No, I don't. We're just on a subject which I haven't over in a long time.) (You have just told us it was okay. It must be something else, which you do not wish to share. You afraid something bad will happen if you say it.) (No! I don't. Please...stop. I can't take anymore of this.) She pleaded to Galadriel.
"Are you okay?" Pippin, who sat next to her, whispered. "You're shaking." She looked down at her hands. They were trembling almost violently. Why was she like this? She never lost her composure so badly like this. She had always managed to remain calm when interrogated by authorities, so why not now? "I feel sick." She said in a barely audible whisper.
"Whatever happened to the man that murdered your father?" Gimli asked sympathetically. She tried to keep her body from shaking. Memories wouldn't stop flashing through her mind as she thought back to that dreadful day. Flashbacks hit her mind hard. She opened her mouth to speak, but the words wouldn't come. The room wouldn't stop spinning, and it seemed like the lights were being dimmed, slowly. She lost her strength, and before she knew what was happening she was on the ground, out cold.
~*~*~
A/N: Well, didya like it? Okay, I'm gonna make a deal. I know some authors have done this before, and I think it's a good idea. I want FIVE reviews before I continue onto the next chapter! Actually, I'll go ahead and write it, I just won't post it until I get five reviews. So start writing your opinions! Heehee. =)
~*~*~
Legolas lead Stacie to an ancient tree, where beneath sat a fairy lady. When she looked at her, Stacie saw wisdom and days of trial in her eyes. But before anything could be said, Legolas spun around and was gone in an instant.
"Come, sit here with me." She followed her instruction and sat down beneath the tree. For a long time there was silence. But it was peaceful, not akward. Finally, Eowyn broke the silence.
"Tell me about your world, and what it was that you did there, please."
"I dunno. There are just alot of wars, angry people. For me there's never a moment's rest."
"Why is that?"
"My job is very demanding of me."
"Oh, I see." The two women sat there, continuing in the conversation. Stacie was careful to stay away from the subject of what type of work she did, and thankfully Eowyn never asked. It was probably an hour or two later when Eowyn rose from where she sat, motioning for Stacie to follow suit.
"It is almost time for you to meet with the Council (a/n: please forgive for mispelling that in earlier chapters!). But if ever you need a friend or someone to speak with, pleaes come to me. I shall be staying in Gondor a little while longer before returning to my home in Rohan."
"Thank you." So then the two continued to walk down to the library.
When Stacie entered the library, she recognized everyone from the Fellowship there(a/n: except Boromir of course), as well as many others. Gandalf rose and led her to a seat. When she sat down, she saw Legolas, but he wouldn't look at her. She sighed. Of course he wouldn't look at her. (It's not like I actually would have gone through with it! Fine, if he wants to ignore me then I shall do just the same to him.) So all during the whole entire time of the meeting she never once looked at the Elf.
Shortly after she entered, the door was closed and everything became hushed.
"My dear lady, I believe we could help out your situation more if perhaps we knew a little about your life from where you lived." Gandalf asked. (I'd tell you, but then I'd have to kill you.) Galariel raised a brow. (Oops. Didn't mean it!) Stacie cleared her throat.
"Do you mean like family history and stuff like that?"
"Yes. Maybe of any odd things that have happened to you, any special or strange events."
"Well, my mom died while she giving birth to me. So, I never knew her. My dad was a workaholic, someone obsessed with their work. So he was never home. There was always a babysitter around , though."
"And what was her name?"
"Jennifer. She was always there for me, more like a sister than anything else. Well, my dad was murdered when I was only sixteen."
"I am sorry to hear that."
"It's okay. Well, Jennifer then took me under her wing. She helped find a place on my own when I was eighteen. Her guidance was very helpful. After my dad died, she helped me find a way to survive."
"And what way was that?" Elrond asked. She shrugged. She couldn't possibly tell them the truth.
"Just tricks of the trade. Basic ways to get over emotional obsticles."
"What do you mean by tricks of the trade? What trade do you speak of?" Stacie started to fidget. "Please, we mean you no harm. We just want to help you find your way home." Aragorn spoke softly.
"It's like what I said. The basic ways to survive when someone important in you life leaves you. That's what I meant." She could feel her pulse speed up. (I can't take anymore of this!) She thought. (Do you fear we will found a secret in which you keep?) She immediately straightened as she heard a voice inside of her head that was not her own. Galadriel. She was speaking to her. (No, I don't. We're just on a subject which I haven't over in a long time.) (You have just told us it was okay. It must be something else, which you do not wish to share. You afraid something bad will happen if you say it.) (No! I don't. Please...stop. I can't take anymore of this.) She pleaded to Galadriel.
"Are you okay?" Pippin, who sat next to her, whispered. "You're shaking." She looked down at her hands. They were trembling almost violently. Why was she like this? She never lost her composure so badly like this. She had always managed to remain calm when interrogated by authorities, so why not now? "I feel sick." She said in a barely audible whisper.
"Whatever happened to the man that murdered your father?" Gimli asked sympathetically. She tried to keep her body from shaking. Memories wouldn't stop flashing through her mind as she thought back to that dreadful day. Flashbacks hit her mind hard. She opened her mouth to speak, but the words wouldn't come. The room wouldn't stop spinning, and it seemed like the lights were being dimmed, slowly. She lost her strength, and before she knew what was happening she was on the ground, out cold.
~*~*~
A/N: Well, didya like it? Okay, I'm gonna make a deal. I know some authors have done this before, and I think it's a good idea. I want FIVE reviews before I continue onto the next chapter! Actually, I'll go ahead and write it, I just won't post it until I get five reviews. So start writing your opinions! Heehee. =)