A/N: Don't own LOTR. I have a friend that thinks she's being funny by flaming my stories! And she's writing backwards! First Spanish, now backwards! I tried adding a little humor...of course it's a wittle sad in some parts...
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Stacie groaned as someone shook her awake.
"Legolas?" She asked expectantly. A small laugh was her answer.
"You've been reading those books again, haven't you?"
"What?! Heck, no." She moaned as she saw Jennifer standing over her. Jennifer's eyebrows shot up.
"Oh, you were expecting prince charming? Come on, get up and we'll go out for breakfast. Your dad should be getting home soon." Stacie shuddered. The phone rang...Jennifer ran out of the room to pick it up.
"Hello?" She heard her say. "...Um, yeah. Here she is." She handed the phone to Stacie. "Says she's from St. Paul's hospital." She shrugged.
"H-hello?" Her voice was shaky.
"Stacie Emeril? Your dad was injured very badly. It might be best if you came-"
"I'm on my way!" She hung up the phone and grabbed her coat.
"Where are you going?!"
"WE are going to St. Paul's!...don't just stand there! COME ON!!!"
"You could've said please." Jennifer muttered as she pulled her coat out of the closet and got her car keys.
The rain poured as Stacie ran out of the car and into the hospital. The guy at the front desk directed her to her father's room. The doctor bowed her head slightly as she saw the young woman come running towards her.
"How is he?" She sighed.
"Please sit down." She did as she was told. And thus the speech began.
Stacie had sat there an hour, barely crying. She had been through all of this before. And hurt like hell the second time 'round. Jennifer sighed.
"It's going to be alright, sweety." She wrapped her arm around Stacie. She immediately back away.
"Don't touch me!"
"What? I'm sorry, I-"
"Just forget it. Lets go, I don't need anymore of this." An akward silence was all there was in the car ride home.
TWO DAYS LATER....
"Hey, Stace. I need to talk to you about something." Jennifer pulled up a chair and sat down at the table. Stacie had been eating breakfast, and the morning sun was just starting to shine.
"What?" She asked coldly. The older woman hardly seemed to notice. She cleared her throat.
"Other than looking after you, I have another job. See, I work for these people. And they sound very interested in you-"
"Well, isn't that nice? Sorry, but I don't want a job right now."
"Listen! You know your father was murdered. We can help you find him...and do to him as you wish." A dark look came across her face. Stacie shook her head.
"I-AM-NOT-INTERESTED! So just back off."
"Oh, so you're just gonna let this guy get by clean off the hook?! Come on, think! A life for a life, Stacie."
"Oh, a life for a life? So, in that case, if I take his, someone's gonna eventually come around and take mine." Jenn laughed.
"You always did have a quick tongue. There are some benefits of joining us..." She went into the whole spill of the job description. The details, stuff like that. However, Stacie got fed up with it and interupted.
"NO!" She shouted. "Look, you may have been able to fool me when I was a kid, but it's not gonna work now. Maybe one day you'll realize how truly disgusting you are and wanna change. But of course by then it'll be too late. I refuse to let you turn me into a killer."
"Assassin." She corrected her.
"No! There is no difference. I am not that stupid. You won't pull me into your little web, you disgusting, spineless liar!" Just as she finished her sentance, Jennifer backhanded her.
"Don't you EVER call me that again! I raised you by myself practically for sixteen years, and THIS is how you repay me? You spit in my face! Either you join us, or I put you up for adoption like a dog."
"Woof." She looked up into the devil's eyes defiantly.
"Get out of my sight." She walked calmly into her room, and locked the door behind her.
Legolas wandered aimlessly through the city, Gimli by his side. The silence soon got to the dwarf.
"Why so melancholy? There will be feasting tonight! Aren't you glad?" Silence...a cricket is heard in the background. "Alright then. What a beautiful day it is! The weather is indeed fair, and look! there's a bird. Imagine that! A bird in the sky. Wonder why it's up there..." (A/N: A little dry humor there) Legolas shook his head. His heart could not have been heavier. Tis truly a pity to have such sorrow in one's heart on such a beautiful day.
The two walked together a while longer, until Gimli left with the excuse of making sure the hobbits weren't up to any trouble. The elf made his way to a tree. The sun was now traveling down the sky. The colors of the setting sun were so magnificent and beautiful. They reminded him of her...his heart broke. The words he had said to her remained in his mind. He felt horrible for them, and now he hadn't a chance to apologize.
"Look at him. Wisdom and sorrow play in his handsome face." A woman told her friend as they watched the gorgeous elf that sat in the tree, nearly invisible.
"Do not bother." Both jumped to see someone behind them. "He is broken."
"Good evening, lady Arwen!" The blonde said sweetly. Arwen smiled dryly. "What is it you mean by broken?" Arwen cocked her head to the side.
"Do you know nothing of the elves? We are indeed immortal, but that doesn't mean we cannot die. One can be slain in battle, or die from grief. And Legolas Greenleaf, whom you seem so infatuated with, is broken." With that, Arwen spun around and walked ever so gracefully to the gardens.
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Stacie groaned as someone shook her awake.
"Legolas?" She asked expectantly. A small laugh was her answer.
"You've been reading those books again, haven't you?"
"What?! Heck, no." She moaned as she saw Jennifer standing over her. Jennifer's eyebrows shot up.
"Oh, you were expecting prince charming? Come on, get up and we'll go out for breakfast. Your dad should be getting home soon." Stacie shuddered. The phone rang...Jennifer ran out of the room to pick it up.
"Hello?" She heard her say. "...Um, yeah. Here she is." She handed the phone to Stacie. "Says she's from St. Paul's hospital." She shrugged.
"H-hello?" Her voice was shaky.
"Stacie Emeril? Your dad was injured very badly. It might be best if you came-"
"I'm on my way!" She hung up the phone and grabbed her coat.
"Where are you going?!"
"WE are going to St. Paul's!...don't just stand there! COME ON!!!"
"You could've said please." Jennifer muttered as she pulled her coat out of the closet and got her car keys.
The rain poured as Stacie ran out of the car and into the hospital. The guy at the front desk directed her to her father's room. The doctor bowed her head slightly as she saw the young woman come running towards her.
"How is he?" She sighed.
"Please sit down." She did as she was told. And thus the speech began.
Stacie had sat there an hour, barely crying. She had been through all of this before. And hurt like hell the second time 'round. Jennifer sighed.
"It's going to be alright, sweety." She wrapped her arm around Stacie. She immediately back away.
"Don't touch me!"
"What? I'm sorry, I-"
"Just forget it. Lets go, I don't need anymore of this." An akward silence was all there was in the car ride home.
TWO DAYS LATER....
"Hey, Stace. I need to talk to you about something." Jennifer pulled up a chair and sat down at the table. Stacie had been eating breakfast, and the morning sun was just starting to shine.
"What?" She asked coldly. The older woman hardly seemed to notice. She cleared her throat.
"Other than looking after you, I have another job. See, I work for these people. And they sound very interested in you-"
"Well, isn't that nice? Sorry, but I don't want a job right now."
"Listen! You know your father was murdered. We can help you find him...and do to him as you wish." A dark look came across her face. Stacie shook her head.
"I-AM-NOT-INTERESTED! So just back off."
"Oh, so you're just gonna let this guy get by clean off the hook?! Come on, think! A life for a life, Stacie."
"Oh, a life for a life? So, in that case, if I take his, someone's gonna eventually come around and take mine." Jenn laughed.
"You always did have a quick tongue. There are some benefits of joining us..." She went into the whole spill of the job description. The details, stuff like that. However, Stacie got fed up with it and interupted.
"NO!" She shouted. "Look, you may have been able to fool me when I was a kid, but it's not gonna work now. Maybe one day you'll realize how truly disgusting you are and wanna change. But of course by then it'll be too late. I refuse to let you turn me into a killer."
"Assassin." She corrected her.
"No! There is no difference. I am not that stupid. You won't pull me into your little web, you disgusting, spineless liar!" Just as she finished her sentance, Jennifer backhanded her.
"Don't you EVER call me that again! I raised you by myself practically for sixteen years, and THIS is how you repay me? You spit in my face! Either you join us, or I put you up for adoption like a dog."
"Woof." She looked up into the devil's eyes defiantly.
"Get out of my sight." She walked calmly into her room, and locked the door behind her.
Legolas wandered aimlessly through the city, Gimli by his side. The silence soon got to the dwarf.
"Why so melancholy? There will be feasting tonight! Aren't you glad?" Silence...a cricket is heard in the background. "Alright then. What a beautiful day it is! The weather is indeed fair, and look! there's a bird. Imagine that! A bird in the sky. Wonder why it's up there..." (A/N: A little dry humor there) Legolas shook his head. His heart could not have been heavier. Tis truly a pity to have such sorrow in one's heart on such a beautiful day.
The two walked together a while longer, until Gimli left with the excuse of making sure the hobbits weren't up to any trouble. The elf made his way to a tree. The sun was now traveling down the sky. The colors of the setting sun were so magnificent and beautiful. They reminded him of her...his heart broke. The words he had said to her remained in his mind. He felt horrible for them, and now he hadn't a chance to apologize.
"Look at him. Wisdom and sorrow play in his handsome face." A woman told her friend as they watched the gorgeous elf that sat in the tree, nearly invisible.
"Do not bother." Both jumped to see someone behind them. "He is broken."
"Good evening, lady Arwen!" The blonde said sweetly. Arwen smiled dryly. "What is it you mean by broken?" Arwen cocked her head to the side.
"Do you know nothing of the elves? We are indeed immortal, but that doesn't mean we cannot die. One can be slain in battle, or die from grief. And Legolas Greenleaf, whom you seem so infatuated with, is broken." With that, Arwen spun around and walked ever so gracefully to the gardens.