About three years had passed. Two months after her eighteenth birthday, Stacie had said goodbye to the Tannor's and had bought her own apartment. Now once more back to the age of 19, and she had managed to be a good little girl and not kill anyone.
She was walking down the streets of Chicago when she passed an auditorium. It seemed pain stakingly familiar. It hit her when she heard the voice of a politician. She recognized it as the one she had assassinated the night before she landed in Middle Earth...
Legolas and Gimli were in Fangorn, but the elf was in no condition to go any further. He was deathly ill and had gone terribly pale. Luckily, Treebeard was there, but there was not much he could do. The elf had to remain bed ridden. Though it was summer and the sun shone freely, Legolas was shivering violently.
"He'll be alright won't he?" Gimli feared for his friend's life. What would he do if he died?
"I fear not." The ent replied.
"What is it that ails him?"
"Such a hasty folk, indeed! I know not what ails him, master dwarf. Indeed it is rare that elves get sick like this. I am not sure what could be wrong..."
Stacie stood there, teary eyed as he lied to his audience. She gasped as someone came up behind her with a gun to her head.
"Do not scream, make no sudden movements, and all will be well. Just go where I tell you." She did as she was told. Her captor led her to the Chicago airlines. This was deja vou all over again.
"Buy a ticket for Dublin, Ireland. I hear it's lovely this time of year." That voice sounded utterly familiar. Soon, the two were on board the plane. After she sat down she gasped. Jennifer.
"Oh, come on! Did you really think you could get away from me that easily? Gotcha caught in the web." She smirked. "Just sit back and enjoy the ride. Oh, and I hope you didn't have any plans for your future. Because as of right now, you have none." She reclined back in her chair as the plane took off. This was the exact same plane that had transported her to Middle Earth. Exact same night, same weather conditions...lightning.
"I wouldn't be so sure." Stacie muttered beneath her breath. Hope rose up within her like a wave.
Two hours later, the plain was rattling. People were screaming, fire was roaring. The bolts of lightning had begun their dancing. Stacie truly felt sorry for those who were seperated from loved ones. She gripped her chair as the plain jolted forward. Deja vou. Except one thing was different...Jennifer. Would her presence change Stacie's fate?
No. No, it didn't. Everything happened the same as last. The momentum of the plane caused Stacie to be thrust forward to the front the plane. Then came the bright light, and then total darkness...
"Ho, hum! And what, or who actually, do we have here?" Treebeard looked at the girl strangely. Afterall, she was dressed in jeans, a white longsleeved shirt, and a grey duster. Though her black flew down to the small of her back like most maidens.
Stacie moaned slightly. She slowly sat up and was utterly amazed by her surroundings. Soon she remembered the plane accident, but this certainly was not where she first landed. She was in a forest of amazing trees, and a tall, a little frightening to say the least, tree like figure stooped over her. The answer came easily to her. It was an Ent.
"Well, you are certainly not as hasty as most folk." He said, glancing over at the dwarf by his side.
"Stacie! Well, it is good to see you!" She smiled and slowly got up, limbs a little sore, and walked to Gimli and embraced him.
"Do you forgive me?"
"For what? Oh! Of course! That was quite a joke, though for me it was not funny at the time!" She laughed, but she tensed when she remembered Legolas. His handsome face and strong form shot through her mind. His ocean blue eyes looking into hers accusingly. Where was he?A voice inside of her said something was wrong. Fear sprang up inside of her. She cleared her throat.
"Um, where's Legolas? I thought you two were coming to Fangorn together." Gimli looked down. Sorrow played in his eyes. A pained expression settled upon his gruff face. "Gimli?" She asked nervously. "He is okay, isn't he? Isn't he?!" Treebeared shook his head.
"Come, child." Treebeard led her inside a room, where the prince of Mirkwood lay on a bed. Stacie gasped when she him. His eyes were closed, which she knew to be a bad thing. Elves always slept with their eyes open. His skin had turned deathly pale. For a moment, she thought him dead. But his chest rose and fell just barely. Tears spilled down Stacie's cheeks. She ran to his side and knelt to embrace him. Her own tears fell to his face.
"Why? Why is he so sick?" She asked in a barley audible whisper. "I thought Elves couldn't get sick like this." Treebeared shook his head.
"Elves are immortal, but they can be slain in battle or die from grief." The ent replied. Gimli cleared his throat.
"I think you know why." He bowed his head and followed Treebeard out of the room. Stacie focused her attention back on Legolas after the two left the room.
"Please don't die. I never meant to be so cruel back then." She whispered. "Please forgive me. I love you too much for you to go. If you leave, then I'll die of grief!" She moved from the floor to his bed, and layed down beside him. She hummed softly and ran her fingers through his soft hair. "I haven't killed anyone for nearly four years. I won't kill someone by accident. I love you too much." His breath against her face was slow, and ragged. It was getting more unsteady, more uneven.
Pain and grief stung inside of her. In a last effort, she looked at his pale lips and kissed them. Then something happened that she did not expect. He kissed her back. She laughed in sheer joy, something she hadn't done in years, and embraced the elf tightly. His eyes flew open and he smiled to see her, to have her there in his arms.
"You're not dead!" Tears of joy sprang forth from her eyes. He gently pulled her back and wiped away her tears.
"Only because of you."
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A/N: Cheesy, I know! But I didn't want to disapoint everyone! I didn't say it was a romance for nothing. Next chapter coming soon! Still got at least two more to post.
She was walking down the streets of Chicago when she passed an auditorium. It seemed pain stakingly familiar. It hit her when she heard the voice of a politician. She recognized it as the one she had assassinated the night before she landed in Middle Earth...
Legolas and Gimli were in Fangorn, but the elf was in no condition to go any further. He was deathly ill and had gone terribly pale. Luckily, Treebeard was there, but there was not much he could do. The elf had to remain bed ridden. Though it was summer and the sun shone freely, Legolas was shivering violently.
"He'll be alright won't he?" Gimli feared for his friend's life. What would he do if he died?
"I fear not." The ent replied.
"What is it that ails him?"
"Such a hasty folk, indeed! I know not what ails him, master dwarf. Indeed it is rare that elves get sick like this. I am not sure what could be wrong..."
Stacie stood there, teary eyed as he lied to his audience. She gasped as someone came up behind her with a gun to her head.
"Do not scream, make no sudden movements, and all will be well. Just go where I tell you." She did as she was told. Her captor led her to the Chicago airlines. This was deja vou all over again.
"Buy a ticket for Dublin, Ireland. I hear it's lovely this time of year." That voice sounded utterly familiar. Soon, the two were on board the plane. After she sat down she gasped. Jennifer.
"Oh, come on! Did you really think you could get away from me that easily? Gotcha caught in the web." She smirked. "Just sit back and enjoy the ride. Oh, and I hope you didn't have any plans for your future. Because as of right now, you have none." She reclined back in her chair as the plane took off. This was the exact same plane that had transported her to Middle Earth. Exact same night, same weather conditions...lightning.
"I wouldn't be so sure." Stacie muttered beneath her breath. Hope rose up within her like a wave.
Two hours later, the plain was rattling. People were screaming, fire was roaring. The bolts of lightning had begun their dancing. Stacie truly felt sorry for those who were seperated from loved ones. She gripped her chair as the plain jolted forward. Deja vou. Except one thing was different...Jennifer. Would her presence change Stacie's fate?
No. No, it didn't. Everything happened the same as last. The momentum of the plane caused Stacie to be thrust forward to the front the plane. Then came the bright light, and then total darkness...
"Ho, hum! And what, or who actually, do we have here?" Treebeard looked at the girl strangely. Afterall, she was dressed in jeans, a white longsleeved shirt, and a grey duster. Though her black flew down to the small of her back like most maidens.
Stacie moaned slightly. She slowly sat up and was utterly amazed by her surroundings. Soon she remembered the plane accident, but this certainly was not where she first landed. She was in a forest of amazing trees, and a tall, a little frightening to say the least, tree like figure stooped over her. The answer came easily to her. It was an Ent.
"Well, you are certainly not as hasty as most folk." He said, glancing over at the dwarf by his side.
"Stacie! Well, it is good to see you!" She smiled and slowly got up, limbs a little sore, and walked to Gimli and embraced him.
"Do you forgive me?"
"For what? Oh! Of course! That was quite a joke, though for me it was not funny at the time!" She laughed, but she tensed when she remembered Legolas. His handsome face and strong form shot through her mind. His ocean blue eyes looking into hers accusingly. Where was he?A voice inside of her said something was wrong. Fear sprang up inside of her. She cleared her throat.
"Um, where's Legolas? I thought you two were coming to Fangorn together." Gimli looked down. Sorrow played in his eyes. A pained expression settled upon his gruff face. "Gimli?" She asked nervously. "He is okay, isn't he? Isn't he?!" Treebeared shook his head.
"Come, child." Treebeard led her inside a room, where the prince of Mirkwood lay on a bed. Stacie gasped when she him. His eyes were closed, which she knew to be a bad thing. Elves always slept with their eyes open. His skin had turned deathly pale. For a moment, she thought him dead. But his chest rose and fell just barely. Tears spilled down Stacie's cheeks. She ran to his side and knelt to embrace him. Her own tears fell to his face.
"Why? Why is he so sick?" She asked in a barley audible whisper. "I thought Elves couldn't get sick like this." Treebeared shook his head.
"Elves are immortal, but they can be slain in battle or die from grief." The ent replied. Gimli cleared his throat.
"I think you know why." He bowed his head and followed Treebeard out of the room. Stacie focused her attention back on Legolas after the two left the room.
"Please don't die. I never meant to be so cruel back then." She whispered. "Please forgive me. I love you too much for you to go. If you leave, then I'll die of grief!" She moved from the floor to his bed, and layed down beside him. She hummed softly and ran her fingers through his soft hair. "I haven't killed anyone for nearly four years. I won't kill someone by accident. I love you too much." His breath against her face was slow, and ragged. It was getting more unsteady, more uneven.
Pain and grief stung inside of her. In a last effort, she looked at his pale lips and kissed them. Then something happened that she did not expect. He kissed her back. She laughed in sheer joy, something she hadn't done in years, and embraced the elf tightly. His eyes flew open and he smiled to see her, to have her there in his arms.
"You're not dead!" Tears of joy sprang forth from her eyes. He gently pulled her back and wiped away her tears.
"Only because of you."
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A/N: Cheesy, I know! But I didn't want to disapoint everyone! I didn't say it was a romance for nothing. Next chapter coming soon! Still got at least two more to post.