Disclaimer: I still don't own any of these characters. Except Ankara. Unfortunately I don't even own the stalker....but you'll
have to wait until later to find out who that it!
Ankara smiled as she walked back into the shadows. She had done what few before her had gotten the chance to do. She had annoyed Legolas in person. She, Ankara Lira, had the chance to annoy the Pansy Prince for a good hour in person. She could think of no one else who had gotten that honor.
Now the Cindy Ellenshare letters seemed like nothing. Besides, now he was getting stalked through hate mail bye some one. And he knew who Cindy really was. She could never go back to the sappy emails.
Ankara smiled wistfully. Dinner had been nice, and Legolas did seem to have some good qualities very very deep down....but she had a purpose and that was very important. Being immortal, she needed something to keep her going from day to day. And she could not abandon her purpose of annoyance. She stuck out her chin proudly and continued her walk home.
* * *
For several minutes after Ankara had left, Legolas was still in a daze. She's so gorgeous, Legolas thought to himself. He still was a bit shocked about the whole Cindy Ellenshare thing, but 5000 years could mend a lot. That's how long arranged marriages took at least.
"You've got mail," the computer beeped. Legolas shook himself out of the daze and popped up the email. It read...
"You're pathetic! You think that just because you've fallen head over heels for some girl that it means that she's fallen head for heels for you? Reality Check! She hates you! She said so herself! If she hadn't seen the wussy boy look on you're face she wouldn't have changed her frank answer! Just because your 'manly day' is almost over, don't think I won't be watching your every move! Ciao for now, fat cow!"
Legolas felt terrible. The anonymous emailer would still be stalking him, Ankara didn't like him, and worst of all he had just been called a fat cow.
He needed help. He needed...a detective! They could find out who this emailer was! Legolas sprinted back home.
Once arriving home he picked up a phone book and turned to the yellow pages. D...Detective...Detective Agency...Ah ha! The Lothlorien Detective Agency! (Got a problem we'll find everything from pesky dwarves to annoying squirrels.) Legolas dialed the number, hired a detective and then hung up.
I'll have a detective within an hour, he thought happily.
*
One hour later, Legolas heard a knock at his door.
"Come in," he called.
A tall shadowy man, in a trench coat and cowboy hat, walked in. "You hired a detective?" he asked mysteriously.
"Yeah," Legolas replied.
"It will be a pleasure working for you Legolas Greenleaf. You have a so-called stalker?" the man asked again.
"Yeah," Legolas responded.
"Your case is as good as solved in my hands," the man replied, taking off his hat.
Legolas could only stare.
