A/N: Unfortunately, this seems to be the only one of my in-progress stories that I have any interest in updating. No ideas for the others ones. This story is making me sick. I really must finish it before it kills me.

Replies: (Must do it now before there are too many)

Arndis: I know! Worry not, though. It will be destroyed eventually...

Zelscar: Yep. Her hair hurts, believe it or not. Lindsey has ideas. Many ideas... MWAHAHAHAHA! Okay, I'm done...

Pslam 136: Not a SPOON, my dear, a plastic LADLE so that she suffers for longer. And kill Rebecca while you're at it. Of course, I have to finish the story first, then they are all yours... though some of the other reviewers might want to take a stab or two or fifty at her as well...

Cowgirl4Christ: Well, naturally, as with all Mary Sues, after she is done with a battle(or a bout of rolling around on the floor attacking someone) her hair, nails, and makeup are still perfect.

RoonilWazlib42: I've heard that mints can help, but we don't have any in the house. I should probably run out and buy some. Of course, I try not to have anything in my stomach while I'm writing this story, else the temptation to throw up become too strong to resist. Hey, my parents DO think that Harry Potter is satanic, so don't go bashing people who think that. It's all a matter of opinion anyway.

Lord PLEASE Let Me Finish This Story Soon! I Can't Stand It!

Chapter 9

Lindsey-the-Tolkien-Fanatic was safe in the aforementioned hotel room, triple antibiotic ointment spread across the gouges that her cousin's nails had caused. The girl was currently in the bathroom while her parents and brother slept, tapping away on the laptop that went everywhere with her.

She was hacking into her cousin's fanfiction account, naturally. She had learned to do it through a meeting of a group she was in, Mary Sue Haters United. She had never done it before, but since Rebecca was a family member, she figured that this time there was no choice.

Now to guess the password. Try the usual things, legolaslover, legolaslovesme, imobsessedwithleggy. One of those should work. She sat typing away for a few minutes, guessing and guessing, until finally she hit it. leggieorliloverobsesser. She rolled her eyes in disgust and found herself grateful for the toilet nearby. She might need to use it soon.

Before deleting the story, she decided to check out Rebecca's biography page, just to see how horrendous it was.

It was just as bad as Lindsey expected.

Name: Rebecca Maria Elizabeth Carissa Lauren Jennifer

Age: Like, you don't need to know!

Hair Color: Blond with natural highlights. Curly-wavy. Really silky!

Eye Color: Well, sometimes they are a really bright blue, and other times they are blue-green, like the sea, and sometimes they are brown, and once they were hazel, but that was really icky, and then that one time they were violet, and really really really pretty.

Other Information: I'm really skinny and really really pretty. Or so I've been told. I wear really stylish clothes and have about fifty pairs of shoes. I like to walk on the beach barefoot, and I'm a good swimmer. I look good in a bathing suit, I must say. Lots of people say I should be a model, but I dunno... models are like, so shallow, you know? And besides, I'm really interested in writing now! I might even get published someday! giggles

"Oh gosh!" Lindsey's face scrunched up in disgust, and she was immediately glad that she hadn't eaten a lot for dinner, because it would certainly not be in her stomach any longer.

I am totally obsessed with Legolas and Orlando Bloom and Will Turner, and I have about a billion posters of them all over my walls. I am really gonna marry Orlando Bloom someday, just wait and see!!!

"Yeah, sure you are, you little disgusting Mary Sue writer." Lindsey rolled her eyes and shook her head.

About my story... well, it's about this young girl who's really trying to, you know, find herself, and she falls into the place where Legolas is... Rivendell, and they meet and they totally fall madly in love. Then they go off with the... the... the Fellowship to destroy the ring thing, and along the way there is this brilliant romance between Faith and Legolas. It's really a deep story, I think. Lots of meaning behind it and all.

"Oh, gag..." Lindsey whispered to herself. It was time to do the final deed. She absolutely had to.

She went to the stories list, and clicked on the only title there, Firey Passion, glad that the obvious menace of a story would be gone.

As soon as she deleted it, the thought came to her. The story wasn't gone! The chapters were still saved on Rebecca's computer. Lindsey mentally kicked herself for not deleting the documents when she had the chance. She should've been quick about it. But it wouldn't make a difference anyway, she realized. Her cousin would just write another disgustingly sappy Legolas romance, even if her present one was gone.

She shut her laptop off, glad that the story was at least gone from Fanfiction for a while, until Rebecca realized what had happened. Then, as she went back to bed, she started thinking of ideas... how could she get back into that room? And once she had deleted every trace of that story from the hard drive, how could she keep Rebecca from writing another one?

Meanwhile, Rebecca was in her room, typing away. After finishing the last chapter, she had immediately started to write the new one. The inspiration was unleashed! Romantic scenes between Legolas and Faith were shooting from her brain quick as could be! She could scarcely type fast enough to get all her thoughts down.

Eventually, her fingers got too tired. She stretched and massaged them as she looked at what she had already written.

Chapter 8

Soon they joined the rest of the Fellowship, whose faces were the very picture of worry and concern.

Aragorn, the stuffy one, Faith thought, berated Legolas for going off alone like that to find her while Gandalf, the nice old wizard, helped Faith towards the fire. "So glad you are back, my lady," he said, bestowing a kiss on her soft hand.

She smiled slightly and sank down beside the fire. She took a chunk of bread and tore off a piece, daintily nibbling at it.

The Hobbits gathered around her and told her how glad they were that she was back, and asked her to sing them a song.

"Not now. I'm very tired." She told them with a sweet smile. Seeing their disappointed faces, she hastened to add, "But sometime soon, I will sing for you."

While the rest of the Fellowship sat down and talked and ate, Faith silently stole away, sending Legolas a look that said, Come, follow me.

She went off into the woods, but only for a few feet. She waited a minute or two for Legolas to come, and then he appeared, his cloak in hand.


"Here," he said, wrapping it around her, then resting his hand on her shoulder.

She leaned against him. "I was so frightened. I barely knew what was happening! And I was afraid I would die and never-"

She was silenced by his fingers upon her lips. With his thumb he wiped away a few stray tears.

He settled her head underneath his chin; it was a perfect fit. Leaning his cheek on the top of her head, he whispered soft, loving, comforting nothings until he felt she was calm.

Then he set her just a few inches away from him so that he could look into her beautiful eyes. "You will always be safe with me. I will never let anything happen to you. Do you understand?"

Faith nodded, and he kissed her. They kissed for several minutes before breaking apart, completely out of breath. But just over a minute later their lips were joined again. They spent an hour in the woods, kissing, talking, and laughing, completely happy to just be together.

Back at the camp, Aragorn was shaking his head. "She's too much of a distraction. It's not good to have her along, anyway." The enchantment the girl brought had not lasted long on the down-to-earth warrior, stuffy and mean.

Almost all the rest of the Fellowship disagreed. "No! She is a complete blessing! Think of how much joy she brings to our grave journey, Aragorn! This entire trip could be without smiles or laughter were it not for Faith!" Gandalf cried.

Aragorn shook his head, poking the fire with a stick. "I think Aragorn is right." Said Sam. Honestly, though he enjoyed her songs, seeing her and Legolas together made him miss home-where Hobbit lads and lasses were constantly seen together. He also felt that she had some sort of lofty disdain for people less beautiful than she.

They rest of the Fellowship mumbled things, either agreeing or disagreeing with Aragorn.

"That pesky man! Trying to get in the way of their romance!" Rebecca said, proud of herself for making him so true to his own character, but at the same time irritated that she had to write that kind of thing. She had never liked Aragorn from the time she had seen the movies. He stole some of Legolas's thunder, because of the battle scenes and all. And Sam, too. Fat, foolish Hobbit.

Rebecca looked over at her clock, but she didn't even care about school. She was pretty sure they were on break, anyway. Honestly, she had scarcely given a thought to her schoolwork since she started writing this brilliant story. Her fingers were too tired to type any more tonight, so she simply saved it, telling herself she would finish it tomorrow. Only a little bit more to go on that chapter anyway. In fact, she could probably post it as it was.

The thought was so appealing that she decided that was what she would do. That way, she'd have more reviews the next time she checked it!

She logged back on to the computer and signed on to the internet. Right as she was about to go to the Fanfiction sight, her computer shut down. In fact, the power went off. Her lamp went off, her clock went off. Rebecca sighed, irritated, but decided to deal with it tomorrow. The chapter was saved, and she could post it tomorrow just as well as today.

She climbed into bed and curled up in the covers, not even suspecting that anything was wrong.