A/N: Hey, I didn't say it was a romance for nothin! I'm building up to it. Stacie and Leggy gotta have a friendship first. Don't worry, LV, they'll be in love before your birthday! =) I'll do that just for you! I appreciate your all's advice and opinions. As everyone knows, I don't own LOTR. But I do wish I owned a certain elf! Sorry, but I don't have spell check. =( Well, enjoy the story. And you have to review!!!!
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It had been three days since Stacie had blacked out, and she still hadn't woken up. Everyone was worried for her. Everyone.
Legolas walked outside on the streets. He had no idea where was going. His heart was heavy with guilt and something else. He just didn't know what it was, and it was driving him crazy. He was normally a lighthearted elf, always up for a good laugh. But ever since Stacie arrived...everything changed.
His brows knitted in confusion when he looked up. He had led himself to the Healing House. He sighed and walked in. He somehow found his way to the room they kept Stacie in.
"I fear she may not make it." Aragorn said in a hushed voice to Gandalf. Both stood up from where they were sitting when Legolas walked in.
"So, she's going to...die?" Legolas didn't know if he could handle that. Gandalf cleared his throat.
"She's been having strange seizures in her sleep; she's also been talking in her sleep, as well."
"What has she been saying?"
"Perhaps you should sit down for this, friend." Legolas took a sit across from Gandalf and Aragorn. "We believe that, well, her father's death, or murder actually, had a great affect on her. Also, her caretaker was not as perfect as Stacie described her. When she said Jennifer showed her the tricks of the trade, well, we think we now know what the trade was." A painful expression crossed the wizard's face. Legolas closed his eyes. He wasn't sure if he wanted to know.
"Killing." The word stuck in the air like a pungent scent. "That was all she was accustomed to. She did what Jennifer told her to do, and was always running away from those trying to catch her."
"Her condition is very similar to what Eowyn's was. If she'd wake up, it may not be too late for her. But first she has to wake." Aragorn said. The Elf stood up and practically ran out of the room. Once he was out of the Healing House, he did run. He didn't stop until he reached a patch of forest.
He put his head in his hands. "What am I doing?" He whispered.
The moment Stacie had black out, she felt like she was still awake. The room had left her, as well as everyone else. (Where am I?)
"In the darkness, where you belong." Came an answer. "You are afraid? Good! 'Tis only right that you are!" A hideous laughter came from all around her.
"Go away!" She screamed. The laughter only became louder.
"Aww, is the poor girl afraid becoming the same as her victims? DEAD?!" All of the sudden a giant creature lept in front of her. It was bat type of form that stood on its hind legs. It had huge fangs, and long sharp claws. Similar, but smaller, creatures came up from behind him.
"Join us!" He hissed. "We brought you to Middle Earth to give you the chance of a life time! What, Stacie, is your answer then?" Fear ran through her. Never before in her life had she ever as scared as she was now. She swallowed hard.
"What will happen to me if I do?" Her voice trembled. The creature grinned.
"You shall become one of us." He motioned to the creatures behind him. "You shall be able to do what you do best. Terrorize the people of this world, bring death to whom ever you want! For that is what we are. Terror and death. But! Answer no, and we shall keep your soul with us! We'll destroy it, nice and slow. Torture will be your fate, my dear. So why not just say yes, and be happy?" The thing took a step near her. She immediately backed away.
"Why are you doing this to me?" She said in a horse whisper.
"We thought you'd enjoy it! Or has that Elf changed that?! You can't possibly say that. You were only there for two days!" It shook its head and clicked its tongue. Her facial expression gave it away. "You think he could possibly love you?! Why, that's the most ridiculous thing I have ever heard! You're a born killer, dear. Now everyone knows it!" He cackled.
"What?!" She screamed.
"Look, you're giving it away as we speak!" A window appeared out of no where. Stacie could see herself in a bed. Beside her were Aragorn and Gandalf. She was speaking about her past. What were they doing to her? She couldn't believe this!
"Of all the nerve." She muttered. Her fist clenched. She glared at the creature. Her fear had disappeared and been replaced by anger. For a moment the thing had worry flash across his face. Stacie took steps towards it, causing it to back away. It stopped, but she didn't until she was face to face with it.
"Send me back, now!" The creature let out an almost nervous laugh.
"And what do you plan to do?" He mocked. She just snickered.
"You just said I was a born killer, dear. This is the last job I do!" She jumped it, knocking it over. It stuck its fangs in her neck. Though pain shot through her, she tried breaking the creature's neck. Its little followers attacked her. She screamed. (I gotta get through this)
Legolas had been sitting in a tree for quite a long time. It was nearly past midnight. He jumped. He heard, no felt, Stacie scream. Something was wrong. He ran as quickly as he could back to the Healing House.
"So you guys are killable after all." She muttered after she snapped one's neck. The one in charge had disappeared somewhere, and now she was stuck fighting its drones. All of the sudden they all disappeared.
"Now what?" The window reappeared. She looked in it. Aragorn and Gandalf were gone and now...Legolas was there? He was holding her hand and tell her he was sorry.
"Sorry for what?" She muttered. Tears spilled down her cheek. He had no reason to be sorry. She had to get back and turn things right. She sighed. She looked to the right of the window and gasped. There was mirror type of thing there. When she looked inside of it, she saw her apartment. Policemen were gathered around it. Jennifer was there. The mirror did a close up on Jennifer. She was talking to one of the authorities.
"She told me she couldn't handle it anymore." Jennifer said. "I warned her against it, but I guess she just went on a killing spree." Fake tears spilled down her cheek. The policeman nodded.
"So Stacie Emeril is the serial killer we've been after all of this time?!"
"Yes." Stacie gasped.
"I can't believe this! I thought I could trust you!!!" She screamed at the mirror. She turned away from the mirror in disgust. Once more a cackle arose out of no way.
"Not fair, is it?" It was the 'thing' again.
"No, it's not."
"Watch your attitude, young lady! You've proved your strength. I'm giving you a chance to go back..." the invisible voice began. "...to your own world."
"NO! That's not what I want!"
"Well, we don't always get what we want, now do we? You have three choices. Stay here in this black place forever and only watch the two worlds go on without you, then the option of joining us, or you can go back to your world and always be running from the authorities. Of course they'd eventually catch you, and then you'd of course get the death sentance. It's your choice!" The voice laughed again.
"I choose to go back to Middle Earth where I was." She said sternly.
"That is NOT an option! You're lucky you even get one." Stacie looked into the window. Legolas was still there by her bedside. She shook her head.
"Y'know, I think I don't need you to get back."
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A/N: I had to stop somewhere before the chapter got too long and started to drag on. Don't worry, chapter ten'll be up soon! All in good time. But before I post it, I want five more reviews! Heehee! Torture, ain't it? =) Hey, I'm not asking for much. Just five reviews.
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It had been three days since Stacie had blacked out, and she still hadn't woken up. Everyone was worried for her. Everyone.
Legolas walked outside on the streets. He had no idea where was going. His heart was heavy with guilt and something else. He just didn't know what it was, and it was driving him crazy. He was normally a lighthearted elf, always up for a good laugh. But ever since Stacie arrived...everything changed.
His brows knitted in confusion when he looked up. He had led himself to the Healing House. He sighed and walked in. He somehow found his way to the room they kept Stacie in.
"I fear she may not make it." Aragorn said in a hushed voice to Gandalf. Both stood up from where they were sitting when Legolas walked in.
"So, she's going to...die?" Legolas didn't know if he could handle that. Gandalf cleared his throat.
"She's been having strange seizures in her sleep; she's also been talking in her sleep, as well."
"What has she been saying?"
"Perhaps you should sit down for this, friend." Legolas took a sit across from Gandalf and Aragorn. "We believe that, well, her father's death, or murder actually, had a great affect on her. Also, her caretaker was not as perfect as Stacie described her. When she said Jennifer showed her the tricks of the trade, well, we think we now know what the trade was." A painful expression crossed the wizard's face. Legolas closed his eyes. He wasn't sure if he wanted to know.
"Killing." The word stuck in the air like a pungent scent. "That was all she was accustomed to. She did what Jennifer told her to do, and was always running away from those trying to catch her."
"Her condition is very similar to what Eowyn's was. If she'd wake up, it may not be too late for her. But first she has to wake." Aragorn said. The Elf stood up and practically ran out of the room. Once he was out of the Healing House, he did run. He didn't stop until he reached a patch of forest.
He put his head in his hands. "What am I doing?" He whispered.
The moment Stacie had black out, she felt like she was still awake. The room had left her, as well as everyone else. (Where am I?)
"In the darkness, where you belong." Came an answer. "You are afraid? Good! 'Tis only right that you are!" A hideous laughter came from all around her.
"Go away!" She screamed. The laughter only became louder.
"Aww, is the poor girl afraid becoming the same as her victims? DEAD?!" All of the sudden a giant creature lept in front of her. It was bat type of form that stood on its hind legs. It had huge fangs, and long sharp claws. Similar, but smaller, creatures came up from behind him.
"Join us!" He hissed. "We brought you to Middle Earth to give you the chance of a life time! What, Stacie, is your answer then?" Fear ran through her. Never before in her life had she ever as scared as she was now. She swallowed hard.
"What will happen to me if I do?" Her voice trembled. The creature grinned.
"You shall become one of us." He motioned to the creatures behind him. "You shall be able to do what you do best. Terrorize the people of this world, bring death to whom ever you want! For that is what we are. Terror and death. But! Answer no, and we shall keep your soul with us! We'll destroy it, nice and slow. Torture will be your fate, my dear. So why not just say yes, and be happy?" The thing took a step near her. She immediately backed away.
"Why are you doing this to me?" She said in a horse whisper.
"We thought you'd enjoy it! Or has that Elf changed that?! You can't possibly say that. You were only there for two days!" It shook its head and clicked its tongue. Her facial expression gave it away. "You think he could possibly love you?! Why, that's the most ridiculous thing I have ever heard! You're a born killer, dear. Now everyone knows it!" He cackled.
"What?!" She screamed.
"Look, you're giving it away as we speak!" A window appeared out of no where. Stacie could see herself in a bed. Beside her were Aragorn and Gandalf. She was speaking about her past. What were they doing to her? She couldn't believe this!
"Of all the nerve." She muttered. Her fist clenched. She glared at the creature. Her fear had disappeared and been replaced by anger. For a moment the thing had worry flash across his face. Stacie took steps towards it, causing it to back away. It stopped, but she didn't until she was face to face with it.
"Send me back, now!" The creature let out an almost nervous laugh.
"And what do you plan to do?" He mocked. She just snickered.
"You just said I was a born killer, dear. This is the last job I do!" She jumped it, knocking it over. It stuck its fangs in her neck. Though pain shot through her, she tried breaking the creature's neck. Its little followers attacked her. She screamed. (I gotta get through this)
Legolas had been sitting in a tree for quite a long time. It was nearly past midnight. He jumped. He heard, no felt, Stacie scream. Something was wrong. He ran as quickly as he could back to the Healing House.
"So you guys are killable after all." She muttered after she snapped one's neck. The one in charge had disappeared somewhere, and now she was stuck fighting its drones. All of the sudden they all disappeared.
"Now what?" The window reappeared. She looked in it. Aragorn and Gandalf were gone and now...Legolas was there? He was holding her hand and tell her he was sorry.
"Sorry for what?" She muttered. Tears spilled down her cheek. He had no reason to be sorry. She had to get back and turn things right. She sighed. She looked to the right of the window and gasped. There was mirror type of thing there. When she looked inside of it, she saw her apartment. Policemen were gathered around it. Jennifer was there. The mirror did a close up on Jennifer. She was talking to one of the authorities.
"She told me she couldn't handle it anymore." Jennifer said. "I warned her against it, but I guess she just went on a killing spree." Fake tears spilled down her cheek. The policeman nodded.
"So Stacie Emeril is the serial killer we've been after all of this time?!"
"Yes." Stacie gasped.
"I can't believe this! I thought I could trust you!!!" She screamed at the mirror. She turned away from the mirror in disgust. Once more a cackle arose out of no way.
"Not fair, is it?" It was the 'thing' again.
"No, it's not."
"Watch your attitude, young lady! You've proved your strength. I'm giving you a chance to go back..." the invisible voice began. "...to your own world."
"NO! That's not what I want!"
"Well, we don't always get what we want, now do we? You have three choices. Stay here in this black place forever and only watch the two worlds go on without you, then the option of joining us, or you can go back to your world and always be running from the authorities. Of course they'd eventually catch you, and then you'd of course get the death sentance. It's your choice!" The voice laughed again.
"I choose to go back to Middle Earth where I was." She said sternly.
"That is NOT an option! You're lucky you even get one." Stacie looked into the window. Legolas was still there by her bedside. She shook her head.
"Y'know, I think I don't need you to get back."
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A/N: I had to stop somewhere before the chapter got too long and started to drag on. Don't worry, chapter ten'll be up soon! All in good time. But before I post it, I want five more reviews! Heehee! Torture, ain't it? =) Hey, I'm not asking for much. Just five reviews.