Disclaimer: I don't own LOTR, and if I did...would I really being writing fanfiction?
A/N: First off, I'd like to say I don't care if you like the romance or not!!! First I have people complaining a couple of chapters ago that there's not any romance, then everyone's complaining that it sucks! Well, since I have to "please the audience", Stacie's back to her badass self. Happy? Good, because I'm not changing the plot anymore.
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Stacie slowly got up from the bed. Then, as if on cue, Treebeard and Gimli came walking into the room. The dwarf ran to his friend and embraced him. Treebeard strode forward and joined the merrymaking.
Now, this was all good and well with Stacie, but she was never one to stick around during the sappy scenes that were so boring in movies. She turned around and started to walk out of the room. Legolas' eyes were ever on her, and she could feel them practically burning a hole through her. She stopped in mid stride and looked over her shoulder.
A smile played on her lips as she gave him a seductive gaze. "I'm sorry," She spoke. "but now that I'm back, I've got some...unfinished business to take care." She winked at him. "I'll be back later." The elf raised a brow. It was impossible to foreguess this girl.
A dark look shone in Stacie's eyes as her feet led her down an eerie and strange path. The trees whispered their threats to her as she neered a circle that was made by thirteen of them. Her favorite number. After all, she was bad luck in its human form. Many a time people had a hard time winning a game of pool just because she stood nearby, watching and wishing the ball to move a certain way.
Upon reaching her destination, she waited patiently. Soon, a black smoke rose from the ground. It took upon a form, which she did not need the light to know what it looked like.
"So you have defeated my magic." A voice said.
"So I have."
"You have grown to be a nuissance even to the powers of death! What will it take for you to stop badgering me?!"
"It was you who was first literally a pain in the neck for me. But I have come here to meet with you for one reason, and one reason only. I have defeated you, that makes me your successor. And as your successor, I say it is time for you to step down and hand your power over to me."
"NO!" It cried. She smirked.
"This is not a matter of your will, this is a matter of who defeated who. Don't you understand, you imcompetent fool? There are powers in this world stronger than you. They will make you give up your power to me. If you deny this, they will make your passing more painful." Moments passed, then finally it spoke.
"Then so be it." He said miserably. A dark light was pulled forth out of him. It lingered in the air for a few seconds, then shot into Stacie's body. As it did so, the black smoke that was once the creature's body, fell to the ground and into turned into ash. It was swept away by the wind.
"Well, that makes up for my pain!" She laughed. As if by instinct, she snapped her fingers and found herself in a long, dark hallway. Her new home. She clicked her tongue.
"This won't do. This won't do at all! Who designed this place anyway?" She mumbled as she pushed open doors. Inside was a large room. Odd little things were wandering about. They froze as she walked towards a large stone throne.
"She has claimed her position." One whispered. She sat down triumphantly.
"No, no! This has all got to go! Now where to begin? Ah, yes! You're too ugly, it's too dark in here, this whole design sucks, and my throne is too hard!"
"What would you have us do, lady?"
"Last I checked you creatures weren't as dumb as orcs! Okay, first off, get some light in here. Then paint this whole entire place green. Mmm, actually dark green. Okay, your guys' ugliness is bugging me!" She snapped her fingers and they instantly turned into faerie like people. "Better!"
"But, my queen! We are the forces of death and terror. Is death not supposed to be frightening?"
"Hey! if ya gotta go, you gotta go. But," She spoke in a mock soveign voice. "why not make the passing a little easier? Anyways, if you have not yet noticed, some of you are dark. You are the ones who shall bring horrible deaths to the evil people of Middle Earth. I will not terrorize those who don't deserve it. Now get to work! When I come back I want to see this place spotless and green!"
"Where are you going?" One asked.
"Unlike the last loser of a king you had, I have a life. I won't abandon the ones I love. Things are definitely going to change." She sighed and snapped her fingers. She was back in the forest.
A/N: First off, I'd like to say I don't care if you like the romance or not!!! First I have people complaining a couple of chapters ago that there's not any romance, then everyone's complaining that it sucks! Well, since I have to "please the audience", Stacie's back to her badass self. Happy? Good, because I'm not changing the plot anymore.
~*~*~
Stacie slowly got up from the bed. Then, as if on cue, Treebeard and Gimli came walking into the room. The dwarf ran to his friend and embraced him. Treebeard strode forward and joined the merrymaking.
Now, this was all good and well with Stacie, but she was never one to stick around during the sappy scenes that were so boring in movies. She turned around and started to walk out of the room. Legolas' eyes were ever on her, and she could feel them practically burning a hole through her. She stopped in mid stride and looked over her shoulder.
A smile played on her lips as she gave him a seductive gaze. "I'm sorry," She spoke. "but now that I'm back, I've got some...unfinished business to take care." She winked at him. "I'll be back later." The elf raised a brow. It was impossible to foreguess this girl.
A dark look shone in Stacie's eyes as her feet led her down an eerie and strange path. The trees whispered their threats to her as she neered a circle that was made by thirteen of them. Her favorite number. After all, she was bad luck in its human form. Many a time people had a hard time winning a game of pool just because she stood nearby, watching and wishing the ball to move a certain way.
Upon reaching her destination, she waited patiently. Soon, a black smoke rose from the ground. It took upon a form, which she did not need the light to know what it looked like.
"So you have defeated my magic." A voice said.
"So I have."
"You have grown to be a nuissance even to the powers of death! What will it take for you to stop badgering me?!"
"It was you who was first literally a pain in the neck for me. But I have come here to meet with you for one reason, and one reason only. I have defeated you, that makes me your successor. And as your successor, I say it is time for you to step down and hand your power over to me."
"NO!" It cried. She smirked.
"This is not a matter of your will, this is a matter of who defeated who. Don't you understand, you imcompetent fool? There are powers in this world stronger than you. They will make you give up your power to me. If you deny this, they will make your passing more painful." Moments passed, then finally it spoke.
"Then so be it." He said miserably. A dark light was pulled forth out of him. It lingered in the air for a few seconds, then shot into Stacie's body. As it did so, the black smoke that was once the creature's body, fell to the ground and into turned into ash. It was swept away by the wind.
"Well, that makes up for my pain!" She laughed. As if by instinct, she snapped her fingers and found herself in a long, dark hallway. Her new home. She clicked her tongue.
"This won't do. This won't do at all! Who designed this place anyway?" She mumbled as she pushed open doors. Inside was a large room. Odd little things were wandering about. They froze as she walked towards a large stone throne.
"She has claimed her position." One whispered. She sat down triumphantly.
"No, no! This has all got to go! Now where to begin? Ah, yes! You're too ugly, it's too dark in here, this whole design sucks, and my throne is too hard!"
"What would you have us do, lady?"
"Last I checked you creatures weren't as dumb as orcs! Okay, first off, get some light in here. Then paint this whole entire place green. Mmm, actually dark green. Okay, your guys' ugliness is bugging me!" She snapped her fingers and they instantly turned into faerie like people. "Better!"
"But, my queen! We are the forces of death and terror. Is death not supposed to be frightening?"
"Hey! if ya gotta go, you gotta go. But," She spoke in a mock soveign voice. "why not make the passing a little easier? Anyways, if you have not yet noticed, some of you are dark. You are the ones who shall bring horrible deaths to the evil people of Middle Earth. I will not terrorize those who don't deserve it. Now get to work! When I come back I want to see this place spotless and green!"
"Where are you going?" One asked.
"Unlike the last loser of a king you had, I have a life. I won't abandon the ones I love. Things are definitely going to change." She sighed and snapped her fingers. She was back in the forest.