The Final Showdown

Rosie opened the door, entering the brothel and charging towards Shirina, who sat on her throne, staring idly into space. Shirina lit up with excitement as Rosie, Estella, and Diamond entered the brothel, behaving like her willing servants. Good, her torture worked exceedingly well! There was a catch. There was always a catch.

Shirina stood up, examining the three hobbitesses with cautious eyes. "Welcome!" She opened her arms to them. "I see you've found my brothel, my personal domain. Come. Eat your fill and drink to your heart's desire." She added, curtly, "Oh, what have you done with your lovers? And pray tell, where is the fourth hobbitess? She should be here."

"She was in a fight with Frodo. She was killed, just like him," Estella said, curtly.

"Oh," Shirina sniffed, shrugging, "tis a shame. Oh well. She will reap no reward for such a defeat. Such a shame. I almost thought she had it in her to be my personal guard. Oh well." She smiled, showing the three hobbitesses the food and drink. "Please, eat and drink to your delight."

"Wait!" Amelia charged into the room, a serious look on her face. "I have returned. Frodo is dead. Defeated. I've won. Where's my reward?"

"Oh, what a surprise!" Shirina said, stunned. She added as an afterthought, "Go on then. Reap your reward." She sat on her throne, smiling in delight. "I knew it wouldn't take you long before you and Frodo were separated. I knew you couldn't have him forever. So, shall it be with you lasses, who are now my devoted servants." She chuckled, loving this moment.

"You're dead! You're supposed to be dead!" Estella cried, charging towards Amelia.

"No. That's enough!" Shirina said, getting Estella's attention. "Let's not waste such delicate blood."

"Now," Rosie whispered, her hands tightening on her crossbow.

Amelia raised her eyebrows in amusement, deciding to do what they did in the movies: distraction through words. It was bound to turn up soon, wasn't it? What did it hurt if she messed it up? Well, a lot of bad things might happen to her. Well, at least she could try something new for a change.

She smirked, admitting to Shirina, "Oh great one, you know many things, but the slight of hand. The slight of hand, the trick that involves not knowing what you're looking for. Do you know what that means? It means everything if you're not looking too hard. But I say, let's enjoy this moment while it lasts because we won't get another." She added, curtly, "I hope you remember that, after today. You'll surely need it."

"NOW!" Rosie cried, moving into position and firing her crossbow at Shirina. Amelia looked again as Estella passed a fold up crossbow to her, which Amelia gladly unfolded and loaded it with a sharpened stick.

Shirina glared at the lasses, telling Amelia in disdain, "You were trying to distract me. I'LL KILL YOU!" She dived for her, just as Rosie shot her crossbow at the Vampiress. Shirina hissed, diving once more for Amelia, surprised that a sharp stick struck her wing. No! This wasn't supposed to happen!

She looked again at Amelia, just as Frodo, Sam, Merry, and Pippin appeared in the room, protecting their lasses. Shirina turned around, spotting Balin shooting arrows with his crossbow. Wooden arrows, capable of stinging any vampire; in this case, Shirina.

She was horrified! Every time she attacked and wounded one of the girls, one of the lads would heal her. If one of the hobbit vampires and Balin was attacked, they'd run to their ladies for healing.

No! She couldn't stand this! All these arrows, all these sticks! It was too much to bear! She let out a blood-curdling scream, right as her body exploded like a firework, leaving an unending silence, the likes that no one had ever seen before.

Amelia couldn't believe it. Shirina was dead. They won!