A/N: I have decided to simply finish this awful, horrible, disgusting(you get the picture) story as soon as is humanly possible. So, here's another chapter...

Disclaimer: I do not own Lord of the Rings. I feel extremely sorry for Legolas. Sadly, I do own the Sues.

Chapter 13

Rebecca Maria Elizabeth Carissa Lauren Jennifer's heart was broken. Completely and utterly and totally broken. After she had gotten off the phone with Jeff and had her cry, she had been focused on writing her story, but by now, the full impact of the breakup was hitting her full force.

She was crying and typing, alternately. She wasn't typing her story, for once, though she was typing replies to the reviews on the new chapter. Another reason she was crying was because of the latest flame. It held the usual content of name calling and telling Rebecca had horrible her story was.

Why flame her story? Why would anyone want to do that? She still could not fathom it. Tears were streaming down her face but her makeup remained perfect. Her mascara, eyeliner, and eyeshadow were all as perfect as they had been a few hours ago, and her eyes were not the least bit red or puffy, even though she had been sobbing for an hour straight.

Jeff.. Jeff! She loved Jeff; she had given her entire heart to him the moment he asked her out that first time. All the times they had spent together...did they mean nothing to him? How could he simply leave her like this? Abandon her without reason?

Had she not been so heartbroken, Rebecca Maria might have been angry again. But she was much too hurt to be angry. She could practically see her heart, torn in two. That's how it felt, anyway. It felt like that stupid Jeff had taken a fork and ripped her heart open with it. She would never forgive him.

She decided then that she hated men. She would never speak to any man ever again. Except for Legolas/Orlando. He would never have done such a dreadful, dishonorable thing! He was much too hot for that. And besides being really, really good looking, she just knew that he was a good guy, a wonderful guy, a stupendous guy! It was all in his eyes. Just look in his eyes, and you knew...

She felt hopeful that someday she would meet him. She had been at the premiere of the second and third Lord of the Whatever it was movies, and had actually touched him once. Once she had seen the first one she had fallen head over heels in love with him, and she still was. She had given her whole heart to him the moment she heard him speak. And they would make such a nice couple too! Never mind the age difference; age is only a number anyway. And he was so hot!

With new hope in her heart, broken though it was, Rebecca began typing the next chapter of her story. The inspiration for her story was just flowing out of her fingers, though she was bitter over the breakup.

Chapter 12

Faith and Legolas broke apart from their ten minute kissing break and got on the road again. It was a long way to Mordeer or whatever the place was called and they had only just barely put a dent in the distance.

Faith shouldered her pack and winced at the weight of it. It was filled with a loaf of break and a water canteen thing, and it was really really heavy. Her poor, perfectly round and slender shoulders were becoming grossly deformed, she was sure. She would have to ask Legolas to look at them the next time they stopped.

Faith whistled to Sweetness, who immediately followed her, since the whistle was at such a pitch that made a horse want to follow whoever it was that had made the noise.

While they walked, Legolas looked at his beloved Faith. Her face was simply and absolutely gorgeous, her skin was sun-kissed, her eyes the color of the sky and the sea and all beautiful things. Her arms were long and slender, her waist was tiny, the perfect size for him to loop his arm around her and pull her close. She was a perfect fit against his body when they cuddled. Her lips were full and red and were, currently, begging to be kissed again. Her nose was cute and small, perfectly fitting with her face. Her hips were wide enough to be extremely attractive and they moved from side to side when she walked. Her legs were long and slender and very, very attractive. But then, Faith as a whole was extremely attractive, and rather distracting too. Legolas was rather glad that the Fellowship were there no longer, so that he could be distracted by his love without seeming rude if one of them were talking to him. He felt a bit concerned, but only just barely. He was sure that wherever they were, they were quite safe.

Once Legolas started focusing on the ground, Faith turned and perused his features. He was incredibly cute, adorable, attractive, handsome, not to mention extremely hot. His Elven feautures were captivating, and Faith felt sure that she could spend hours just staring at his face. His eyes were always filled with love when they looked at her, and she loved him more with each passing second.

Rebecca was crying with fresh tears. She wanted a perfect romance like Faith and Legolas's! She wanted true love and pure happiness.

Suddenly she felt angry. Very angry and extremely bitter. Why should these made-up characters have such a perfect romance? They weren't real people!

But immediately she reproached herself. Made-up characters deserved happiness! Since they weren't real, why make them unhappy? There was no reason for it, Rebecca knew. She would simply live out her romance through Faith until she found somebody absolutely perfect for her. She knew there was someone out there who would love and cherish her just as she deserved.

She smiled. He would be tall, with dark hair and big blue eyes. He would have broad shoulders, and excessively handsome features, but he would also look a bit Elvish... and look a lot like Orlando Bloom. Maybe he would have blonde hair...

A moment after each had reflected on the completely attractive features of the other their lips were crushed together once again. Ten minutes was much too long to go without kissing! Much, much too long.

They ended up camping right there. They had gone barely a mile from their last camping spot, but they needed each other's kisses! They kissed for a long time, sometimes hungrily, passionately, and sometimes sweet, short, love-filled little kisses.

After twenty or thirty minutes Faith needed a break. Her lips were extremely tired. Legolas nuzzled her neck as they curled up by the fire. Nearby the horse stood, bags thrown over its back, grazing.

After a minute or so of resting, Faith's mouth sought Legolas's once more.

Ten minutes later, they broke apart, dizzy and breathless, but ever so happy.

"I can't live without your kisses," Legolas whispered. Faith snuggled up against him. "Will you marry me?"

Faith thought for a split second before sitting up straight, screaming, "YES!" and pouncing on Legolas, kissing him fiercely.

He laughed that light, joyous Elven laugh that Faith so loved, and it caused her to laugh too. "Here," he said, digging in his pocket.

He produced a huge diamond ring and put it on her finger. She stared at it, then switched her gaze back to Legolas. "I'm getting married..." she whispered happily before kissing him again. Her ring was gorgeous. It wasn't just a diamond, it was one big diamond surrounded by tiny little diamonds and tiny emeralds and sapphires too. It was the single most beautiful ring she had ever seen in her entire life.

"Ah..." Rebecca sighed happily. An engagement! She loved it when people got engaged.

While Rebecca was thinking of engagements, diamond rings and wedding dresses with ridiculously long trains, Lindsey was lying on the bed in the hotel room, propped up to a sitting position, flicking through the channels of the television. Her parents and younger brother had gone out to see some cartoon movie, as the young seven-year-old boy still liked them, but Lindsey had opted to stay behind. She needed time to think, and she still wasn't feeling that well.

Nearby her laptop sat, charging. She couldn't wait for it to be completely charged again. She had to see what her evil cousin had been doing with that disgusting story of hers. Of course, she feared it also. She didn't want to read more... yet... she had to. She had to know how horrible it got. That morbid sort of curiousity would surely lead to her peril someday, she knew.

She had to think. There had to be some way to get rid of that story completely, and to never have Rebecca write a Mary Sue story again. But how? It had to be something with Rebecca... something to traumatize her to such a point that she would never write one again. Something had to change within the girl... and Lindsey thought she had an idea as to what.