I knew it!!!!!!!!!!! I KNEW IT!!!!!!!!!! YOU ALL HATE ME NOW!!!!! *blows nose very obnoxiously into a tissue* I'M SORRYYYYYYYYYYY!!!!!!! Please don't hate me too much!!! At least it's not a Legomance, right!?
*crickets*
..Right?
*tumbleweed rolls by*
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Yep. You hate me.
I wrote this chapter mainly to apologize to you all, but since we aren't supposed to post just plain author's notes, I decided to write a very short, angsty chapter, because I'm really having a crappy point in my life. SO DON'T GIMME ANY SHIT, A'ITE!?!?
Er... Enjoy? Maybe? :-\ Probably not? Yeah, you all hate me...
Lolly: YES!!! I KNOW!!! I AM A BAD GIRL!!! *shoves Legolas at Lolly* TAKE HIM!!! I DO NOT DESERVE SUCH HOTNESS!!! *runs off to become a nun*
*comes back and throws the twins to Lolly as well* TAKE THEM SO I DON'T GET EVEN MORE TEMPTED!!!! *sprints off wailing*
Oh, and thanks to all of you for reviewing even though you were completely disgusted with me. I feel semi-loved.
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After having some tea with Trelan and a few of his friends, I excused myself to go find either Lauren or Legolas. However, at the moment, I was much more preoccupied with the question of why Lauren had acted so pissed off.
I finally found her in the dining hall after nearly an hour of searching. There were elves there, but Lauren was sitting all alone in a corner with her arms wrapped around her knees. She gave me a look that could kill when she noticed me.
"Why are you so mad at me?" I asked. She got up and started to walk away, completely ignoring me. I grabbed her shoulder and spun her around. "What the hell is wrong with you!?"
"You wanna know what's wrong!? The fact that you got some seven millennia old freak to fall in love with you is wrong!!" she screamed. The hall became silent and I felt many pairs of eyes staring at us.
"How is that wrong?" I asked fiercly in a low voice.
"How is it wrong? How is it wrong!? You're not even old enough to legally drink, that's what!!!" Lauren yelled. I glared at her.
"Look, it's not my fault Trelan loves me!"
"Uh, yeah, it is! 'Oooh, Trelan, you are so great! Wanna help me lure Legolas into falling in love with me by pretending to make out with me every time we meet?'" she said in a high-pitched, preppy voice. She made some exaggerated swooning motions.
I will always regret what I said next.
"WHY DON'T YOU JUST GO BACK HOME?!?! YOU DON'T BELONG HERE!! YOU'RE NOT AN ELF!!! YOU'RE JUST A STUPID LITTLE MIDGET FREAK THAT DOESN'T CARE ABOUT HER FRIENDS!!!!" I screamed at the top of my lungs, then stopped. I clapped my hand over my mouth and gasped. "Mary-sue. I didn't mean that." Lauren stared at me in disbelief, tears welling up in her eyes.
"Fine," she whispered. "Now I know how you really feel." She walked slowly out of the hall in the direction of her room. I started to follow her, but then I felt someone put their hand on my shoulder. I turned around and looked into Morharmaiel's face.
"Let her go," she said softly. "Give her a chance to calm down, then go talk to her." I buried my face in her shoulder and started to sob. Morha wrapped her arms around me and patted my back.
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A few hours later I made my way to Lauren's room. I knocked tentatively on the door and listened.
"Go away," I heard her say in a shaky voice. I opened the door anyway. She was sitting on her bed with her back to the door, looking out the window. On the bed beside her was an open suitcase-type bag with a bunch of folded up clothes inside.
"Lauren, we need to talk," I said quietly as I closed the door.
"I don't want to talk."
"Too bad." I sat down beside her and she looked up at me. "I'm not gonna let a guy come between you and me. When we first became friends we both promised that'd never happen."
"Meh."
"And what I said was the cruelest, evilest thing I have ever said to anyone in my life. And I was wrong. You do belong here. All the elves think you're hysterical, and you have really spiced up life in Mirkwood, according to Morha."
Lauren wiped her nose on her sleeve. "You were right. I'm not an elf. I shouldn't be here."
"Why?"
"Because. I belong with other hobbits, not elves. I've decided that I'm going to go home."
I stared at her. "You mean Hobbiton, right?"
She shook her head. "No. I mean back to regular Earth."
I gasped and raised my voice. "NO!!! You can't go back!!! I need you here!!!" Just then the door opened and a maid came in.
"Milady, the lord Trelan is looking for you. He-" I spun around and glared at her.
"SOD OFF, BITCH!!!" I yelled. She gasped and sprinted out of the room in terror. Lauren stared at me.
"Damn, girl," she muttered. I grinned.
"It's not easy acting perfect for six months straight," I said with a grin.
Lauren shrugged. "Yeah, musta been especially hard for you," she mumbled with a smirk. I whacked her upside the head and she smiled.
"So are you gonna stay, or what?" I asked, afraid of what the answer might be.
She looked thoughtful for a second, then looked out the window. "Well, if I go, then who'll be here to help you terrorize Thranduil?"
I beamed. "So you're staying?" I asked giddily.
She sighed. "Oh, fine."
"HUZZAH!!!" I shouted, and tackled her.
"Urgh. Get off, you prissy elf."
"Oh, shut up."
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So. Lauren and I don't hate each other anymore. Bliss. Oh, and for all of you that are really mad at me, take a look at this:
"You have to realise that no matter what you do, you will NEVER be able to make everyone like your writing. You could write the greatest work ever, and there will still be people who hate it. You're going to have to get used to not pleasing people. You're going to have to realise that you're out writing for one purpose and one purpose only--to please yourself. If you don't love your writing with every fibre of your being, redo it. If you do, then don't worry what anyone else thinks. You're your biggest critic. Remember that and abide by it."
That's what my friend Lindsay told me when I said that I was going to loose reviewers after last chapter. Well, you know what, all ya haters? You can kiss my... *points to rear*
Cheers! ^___^
~*!Laura!*~