A/N: Wow, I'm shocked I got such a big reaction out of everybody from the last chapter! This next chapter is probably going to make you all verrrry mad. But don't worry! I won't leave you hanging long! Maybe…

Skye: OK… I brought her back, but you might not like it…

Umm…Fan: I don't think I've heard of that movie, I apologize that you didn't like it but it had to do this for the next part of this story to be even better. Please forgive me.

××Nicolette's POV××

"Miss, are you okay?"

I groaned and rubbed my eyes, why did I feel concrete on my back? I opened my eyes to see a young man towering over me.

"Where am I?" I asked groggily.

"You were in a car accident. I pulled you out a second ago, are you okay?" The man asked me.

Oh God no. Did I die in the night? Why am I here? Did Saruman die and that's why I got sent home? Tears started streaming down my face.

The man sat down with me, "Hey, it's okay. You're alive and relatively unhurt. Look, where do you live? I'll drop you off there if you don't need medical intention."

"I'm okay, I just need to a place to stay. Was there a little girl in the wreck?" I asked him, sniffling.

The man shook his head, "Um, no…should there have been?"

"Never mind I said that, um, listen; I don't have a home currently. Do you know a decent hotel around here?" Maybe this was a dream, oh God, please let it be a dream.

The man smiled, "Sorry, no. I'm new here, too. Hey, I'll tell you what. You can stay at my place for awhile."

I gave him an incredulous look.

He held up his hands, "Don't worry; I'm not some pervert. In fact; I'm gay, so you don't have anything to worry about."

I knew I couldn't go home to my mom; and although I had some cash, I had better not spend it. "Okay, but if you try anything your going to regret it," I said warily.

"I'll call a someone in the morning to tow your car. Here, my ride's over here. By the way, my name's Robert, but call me Rob," He motioned to a jet black Jeep.

I hopped into the car, "Thanks, Rob."

××Ø××

The next few weeks were probably the hardest I had had since Anna had been kidnapped.

Rob was nice enough to allow me to stay at his house for a while, at least until I got back on my feet. We had become good friends, even though he kept getting on my case about spacing out anytime I sat down for any period of time more than two minutes.

I had gotten a job on the Internet designing websites for people. It paid a nice but I still didn't have enough cash to get a place of my own.

I know it may sound like everything was slowly returning back to normal, but it wasn't.

Every night I cried until I fell asleep, and I started seeing reminders of Legolas and Middle-Earth everywhere. One time I even thought I saw him in my coffee cup. Not a good thing.

Rob started noticing something was a matter with me, he tried to ask me what my depression was about; I just told him I had had a relative die earlier in the month and I was still upset about it.

Apparently I had become a first-class liar, I could charm anyone if I set my mind to it. Convenient, but it still haunted me.

I wished I hadn't woken up from my car crash. I wish I had just died.

Many things had changed about me, I could do things I couldn't do before. My voice was deeper, my senses were sharper, and I could read people, my hair was also several shades lighter. I also had a strange mark on my hand; it was a silver eye with three stars and a moon over it. And if it was in the moonlight it glowed. Quite unnerving at times, but I kept it hidden with concealer and powder.

After about one month at Rob's house I had enough cash from the separate bank account I had had before I went to Middle-Earth and the cash I had earned on the Internet and the odd jobs I had done for people in the neighborhood to buy a little apartment and go to a community college online.

But I felt so alone, even though I had Rob and one of his friend's who he had introduced me too, Cecilia. She was a pretty (if not slightly Gothic) girl of twenty-one who often stopped by my apartment to talk and help me clean my apartment once a week (I was terrible when it came to housekeeping).

I was reading the newspaper one day when I saw an article about a suicide, mildly curious in a morbid way; I continued to read. The more I read the more familiar the woman seemed familiar until I finally realized she was my mother.

The hag had killed herself.

I felt rather sad for the passing of the only person (that I knew of) that was my kin, well, at least in this universe.

But it had gotten me thinking, would suicide be such a bad idea? I mean, I was God-fearing person; I would go to a better place, one where I wouldn't feel so terrible. What tied me to this earth? A few close acquaintances and a little amateur business? Life obviously wasn't going to get much better…

My nerve was up at that moment; I knew if I delayed I wouldn't do it. Going to the drawer I brought out a sharp chopping knife, going to the bathroom I ran a hot bath and poured myself a liberal glass of liquor (a house-warming gift from Cecilia) and put relaxing milk bath powder into my bath and waited for it to fill, taking a gulp of wine, I stripped my clothing and slowly eased myself into the bath.

Taking the knife I had set on the side I slowly but firmly slid the knife across the green vein that pumped life into my veins.

I barely felt anything as I slid the knife across my other wrist and then waited to pass out.

As the black spots started to appear in front of my eyes I could've sworn I heard Galadriel's voice.

××The End (?)××

A/N: It's not over yet; so don't despair! Put me on your author alert list! The next chapter will be forthcoming within the next few days.