A/N: First off, I'd like to say that I do not own the Dixie Chicks song I put in here. Actually, I only put a couple of lines from "Don't Waste Your Heart". And let the fluff fest begin!!!
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"I can't believe that the three of you did such a thing! First you steal someone's clothing-"
"We did not steal them! We just...misplaced them." Stacie tried hard to defend herself.
"No one likes to have jokes played on them. But did you all honestly have to go out and try to get yourselves killed? Have you all gone mad?!" Aragorn was certainly not happy. Merry and Pippin were silent.
"Perhaps." She met his gaze defiantly.
"You do not talk back to me! You are certainly the most disrespectful girl I have ever met! Never again will I or anyone else allow you to go off on your own. You shall have an escort by your side at all times. You are not to be trusted by yourself while you remain here. Do you understand me?" She looked at the ground.
"Do you understand me?!"
"Yes, sir." Stacie grit her teeth. Apparently Middle Earth did not know the definition of fun.
"Legolas, since you and the girl seem to get along, I leave you in responsibility of this young lady. If indeed she is one." He muttered. He hated to yell at her, but it was necessary to do so in order to make she would not get into trouble. Legolas bowed, taking the troublemaker's hand as he left the room. She followed reluctantly. If the Elf was feeling any emotion at all, his face and features did not show it.
"Are you angry with me?" She asked, once out of the room.
"I don't know. What do you think?" His voice did not tell the answer.
"My right to think has been taken away from me." Legolas stopped dead in his tracks.
"Maybe you should use what little mind you do have to figure out that you are no longer a child. I do not feel like babysitting you while others are out having fun and enjoying themselves!" Venom marked his voice.
"And I, Master Elf, do not think it wise to anger me when the instincts of a killer still run thick through my veins! I am not a child. And you shall not babysit me." She tore her hand away from his.
"The sooner you leave the better."
"Oh, that's right. I'm nothing but unwanted baggage, am I? Then I shall leave from Middle Earth a different way than planned. Tell the Elders they need not waste their magic on me." She started to turn around and run, but Legolas was too quick and grabbed her wrist.
"I will not allow you to kill yourself!" She rolled her eyes.
"My intentions are not upon suicide." She hissed. "They're on doing what I do best."
"You wouldn't dare."
"Yes, I would! Who knows, if you feel a shiver run down your spine in the summer heat, it might just very well be me! Now let me go." His grip went from to gentle to iron. He leaned very close to her face.
"I made a promise. I do not know about you, but I have never been one to break my word." She snickered.
"I made a promise to myself not to allow people to control me! Face it hun, I'm death in its feminine form." She leaned forward to where their noses almost touched. "I'll be twice as strong once I've joined terror. Oh, and I'd be watching my back if I were you." Her green eyes seemed to shine a darker green.
"How dare you threaten me."
"Oooh, pretty boy's mad. Help me, help me!" She said in mock horror.
"I save your life and this how you repay me?"
"I never asked you to save my life. Besides, you mean nothing to me." Her anger shattered as she saw sadness swirl in his ocean blue eyes. He released her wrist and shook his head.
"Who was I to think you'd actually changed?" He turned and left. She felt like kicking herself for what she'd just done.
She ran to her room and locked the door. She leaned against the wall and began to cry. She hurt his feelings and she knew it. This was the first time in ages she felt bad for hurting someone.
Stacie woke up early the next day. A dress had been laid out for her. It was black and silver. After taking a bath, she slipped into the gown and left her hair down. Today she'd do something she hadn't done in three years. Apologize. She sighed as a knock came to the door. Disapointment ran through her when she saw who was there. She managed a weak smile, nonetheless.
"Good morning, my lady." The Elf took her hand and kissed it gently.
"Good morning, my lord. Do you mind if I request your name?" He smiled kindly at her.
"You may call me Glorfindel, my lady." His smile was contagious, she couldn't help but return.
"And you may call me Stacie."
"Alright then, Stacie. Shall I escort down to breakfast?" He offered her his arm. She took it.
"Yes."
On the way down to the breakfast room, Glorfindel explained to her that Legolas was unable to be her escort for unspoken reasons. She managed to keep her composure and listen as best she could as he went on to tell her news of Rivendell and other such things. Though it interested her very little.
When they entered the large room, the Elf with the beautiful hair led her to a seat with other Elves. It seemed to her she switched tables nearly every day. She was so occupied in finding Legolas that she didn't notice when Glorfindel pulled her chair out for her.
"Oh! I'm sorry." She blushed.
"It is alright!" He laughed. She sat down, a little embarrassed. She was silent all throughout breakfast. The Elves around her all spoke in Sindarin, oblivious to the girl who only knew what was called "the common tongue". She sat as patiently as possible, but soon she spotted Legolas and their eyes met. He said something to his companion and got up and left. Her heart broke. (I'm destined to be an old maid.) Her gaze lingered on the Elf's retreating back, Glorfindel must've noticed this.
"It is never a good thing," he whispered in her ear. "for the immortal and mortal to fall in love."
"Yes, I pity the Lord Aragorn and Lady Arwen much. Heartbreak will certainly come for them, I fear."
"I did not speak of them. You know very well whom I speak of."
"I am not in love with him, nor he with I. Besides, I'd very much appreciate if you kept your nose in your own business."
"I'm sorry. I did not mean to offend. Just don't let him fall in love with, for in two weeks you shall go home and he cannot follow. An Elf can die of a broken heart."
"And so can a human." She bowed her head, allowing her black hair to spill around her face as a curtain. A single tear made its way down her cheek.
"Please take me back to my room." He nodded and escorted her back to her room. She walked in and shut the door behind her. Sighing, she walked out to onto the balcony, enjoying the wind that blew in her hair. She shut her eyes and softly began singing her favorite Dixie Chicks song "Don't Waste your Heart".
Legolas was walking through the courtyard, totally lost and confused. Out of nowhere a song came from someone's window. He looked up at the source. Whoever singing had a beautiful voice.
**...And don't waste your heart on a wild thing
She's got a soul that won't settle on one thing
Whoa this bird can't sing when you've tied its wings
Don't waste your heart on me
And I'm here to apologize
My heart can't compromise
Don't waste your heart on me**
Stacie stood there for a minute, soaking up the morning sun. She slowly opened her eyes, and had to blink once or twice to make sure her eyes were not deceiving. Legolas stood there, smiling.
"How long have you been standing there?"
"Long enough." Just by smiling, he caused her knees to go weak. Here was this drop dead gorgeous right in front of her, and she couldn't have him. She licked her lips, not sure what to do.
"Long enough for what?" He shrugged and walked closer to where she stood.
"To realize how truly crazy you are." He teased her.
"I have to tell you something."
"What might this something be?"
"I'm a horrible person, and how it is you can still hang around after I've been the way I have I'll never know."
"Nor I." He laughed softly.
"Please, I'm being serious."
"Well, if that isn't a change. I am sorry, please go on."
"In three years, I never felt sorry for lashing out at people. It was a norm for me. But last night, after saying what I did, I felt horrible. I'm sorry!" She jumped over the railing and gave him a tight hug. "Forgive me?" He merely laughed.
"How could I not?" For some unknown reason, she just started to bawl. She pulled out of the embrace and laughed at herself.
"I have no idea why I'm crying." He just smiled and gently wiped away her tears with his thumb.
"I'm going to have to return you to Glorfindel. He shall think you ran away again!" She laughed, glad that she had her friend back.
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A/N: I am far from done! Still got at least 5 more chapters to write. Don't worry, there'll be more action between Legolas and Stacie by Thanksgiving. It wouldn't be as much fun to read if I had started the romance right at the beginning! I gotta make ya'll suffer! Heehee. =) Ya gonna have to wait.
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"I can't believe that the three of you did such a thing! First you steal someone's clothing-"
"We did not steal them! We just...misplaced them." Stacie tried hard to defend herself.
"No one likes to have jokes played on them. But did you all honestly have to go out and try to get yourselves killed? Have you all gone mad?!" Aragorn was certainly not happy. Merry and Pippin were silent.
"Perhaps." She met his gaze defiantly.
"You do not talk back to me! You are certainly the most disrespectful girl I have ever met! Never again will I or anyone else allow you to go off on your own. You shall have an escort by your side at all times. You are not to be trusted by yourself while you remain here. Do you understand me?" She looked at the ground.
"Do you understand me?!"
"Yes, sir." Stacie grit her teeth. Apparently Middle Earth did not know the definition of fun.
"Legolas, since you and the girl seem to get along, I leave you in responsibility of this young lady. If indeed she is one." He muttered. He hated to yell at her, but it was necessary to do so in order to make she would not get into trouble. Legolas bowed, taking the troublemaker's hand as he left the room. She followed reluctantly. If the Elf was feeling any emotion at all, his face and features did not show it.
"Are you angry with me?" She asked, once out of the room.
"I don't know. What do you think?" His voice did not tell the answer.
"My right to think has been taken away from me." Legolas stopped dead in his tracks.
"Maybe you should use what little mind you do have to figure out that you are no longer a child. I do not feel like babysitting you while others are out having fun and enjoying themselves!" Venom marked his voice.
"And I, Master Elf, do not think it wise to anger me when the instincts of a killer still run thick through my veins! I am not a child. And you shall not babysit me." She tore her hand away from his.
"The sooner you leave the better."
"Oh, that's right. I'm nothing but unwanted baggage, am I? Then I shall leave from Middle Earth a different way than planned. Tell the Elders they need not waste their magic on me." She started to turn around and run, but Legolas was too quick and grabbed her wrist.
"I will not allow you to kill yourself!" She rolled her eyes.
"My intentions are not upon suicide." She hissed. "They're on doing what I do best."
"You wouldn't dare."
"Yes, I would! Who knows, if you feel a shiver run down your spine in the summer heat, it might just very well be me! Now let me go." His grip went from to gentle to iron. He leaned very close to her face.
"I made a promise. I do not know about you, but I have never been one to break my word." She snickered.
"I made a promise to myself not to allow people to control me! Face it hun, I'm death in its feminine form." She leaned forward to where their noses almost touched. "I'll be twice as strong once I've joined terror. Oh, and I'd be watching my back if I were you." Her green eyes seemed to shine a darker green.
"How dare you threaten me."
"Oooh, pretty boy's mad. Help me, help me!" She said in mock horror.
"I save your life and this how you repay me?"
"I never asked you to save my life. Besides, you mean nothing to me." Her anger shattered as she saw sadness swirl in his ocean blue eyes. He released her wrist and shook his head.
"Who was I to think you'd actually changed?" He turned and left. She felt like kicking herself for what she'd just done.
She ran to her room and locked the door. She leaned against the wall and began to cry. She hurt his feelings and she knew it. This was the first time in ages she felt bad for hurting someone.
Stacie woke up early the next day. A dress had been laid out for her. It was black and silver. After taking a bath, she slipped into the gown and left her hair down. Today she'd do something she hadn't done in three years. Apologize. She sighed as a knock came to the door. Disapointment ran through her when she saw who was there. She managed a weak smile, nonetheless.
"Good morning, my lady." The Elf took her hand and kissed it gently.
"Good morning, my lord. Do you mind if I request your name?" He smiled kindly at her.
"You may call me Glorfindel, my lady." His smile was contagious, she couldn't help but return.
"And you may call me Stacie."
"Alright then, Stacie. Shall I escort down to breakfast?" He offered her his arm. She took it.
"Yes."
On the way down to the breakfast room, Glorfindel explained to her that Legolas was unable to be her escort for unspoken reasons. She managed to keep her composure and listen as best she could as he went on to tell her news of Rivendell and other such things. Though it interested her very little.
When they entered the large room, the Elf with the beautiful hair led her to a seat with other Elves. It seemed to her she switched tables nearly every day. She was so occupied in finding Legolas that she didn't notice when Glorfindel pulled her chair out for her.
"Oh! I'm sorry." She blushed.
"It is alright!" He laughed. She sat down, a little embarrassed. She was silent all throughout breakfast. The Elves around her all spoke in Sindarin, oblivious to the girl who only knew what was called "the common tongue". She sat as patiently as possible, but soon she spotted Legolas and their eyes met. He said something to his companion and got up and left. Her heart broke. (I'm destined to be an old maid.) Her gaze lingered on the Elf's retreating back, Glorfindel must've noticed this.
"It is never a good thing," he whispered in her ear. "for the immortal and mortal to fall in love."
"Yes, I pity the Lord Aragorn and Lady Arwen much. Heartbreak will certainly come for them, I fear."
"I did not speak of them. You know very well whom I speak of."
"I am not in love with him, nor he with I. Besides, I'd very much appreciate if you kept your nose in your own business."
"I'm sorry. I did not mean to offend. Just don't let him fall in love with, for in two weeks you shall go home and he cannot follow. An Elf can die of a broken heart."
"And so can a human." She bowed her head, allowing her black hair to spill around her face as a curtain. A single tear made its way down her cheek.
"Please take me back to my room." He nodded and escorted her back to her room. She walked in and shut the door behind her. Sighing, she walked out to onto the balcony, enjoying the wind that blew in her hair. She shut her eyes and softly began singing her favorite Dixie Chicks song "Don't Waste your Heart".
Legolas was walking through the courtyard, totally lost and confused. Out of nowhere a song came from someone's window. He looked up at the source. Whoever singing had a beautiful voice.
**...And don't waste your heart on a wild thing
She's got a soul that won't settle on one thing
Whoa this bird can't sing when you've tied its wings
Don't waste your heart on me
And I'm here to apologize
My heart can't compromise
Don't waste your heart on me**
Stacie stood there for a minute, soaking up the morning sun. She slowly opened her eyes, and had to blink once or twice to make sure her eyes were not deceiving. Legolas stood there, smiling.
"How long have you been standing there?"
"Long enough." Just by smiling, he caused her knees to go weak. Here was this drop dead gorgeous right in front of her, and she couldn't have him. She licked her lips, not sure what to do.
"Long enough for what?" He shrugged and walked closer to where she stood.
"To realize how truly crazy you are." He teased her.
"I have to tell you something."
"What might this something be?"
"I'm a horrible person, and how it is you can still hang around after I've been the way I have I'll never know."
"Nor I." He laughed softly.
"Please, I'm being serious."
"Well, if that isn't a change. I am sorry, please go on."
"In three years, I never felt sorry for lashing out at people. It was a norm for me. But last night, after saying what I did, I felt horrible. I'm sorry!" She jumped over the railing and gave him a tight hug. "Forgive me?" He merely laughed.
"How could I not?" For some unknown reason, she just started to bawl. She pulled out of the embrace and laughed at herself.
"I have no idea why I'm crying." He just smiled and gently wiped away her tears with his thumb.
"I'm going to have to return you to Glorfindel. He shall think you ran away again!" She laughed, glad that she had her friend back.
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A/N: I am far from done! Still got at least 5 more chapters to write. Don't worry, there'll be more action between Legolas and Stacie by Thanksgiving. It wouldn't be as much fun to read if I had started the romance right at the beginning! I gotta make ya'll suffer! Heehee. =) Ya gonna have to wait.