Title: Fires of Deceit ~ The End
Author: Black Raven
Rating: PG-13 or PG-18
Feedback: Huge thanks to Avarliel, JoMarie and to Susan. 
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Disclaimer: I don't own any of Tolkien's characters, but 
Emily, Janie, Sarah, the king and queen, and Patrick are my 
character. Also, the Dead Keepers and Lintians are my 
characters, and cannot be used under ANY circumstances.   
 
  
 
 
The Dead Keepers cornered Sarah. 'Good move, Sarah' she 
thought to herself. She had already lost her two daggers and 
her sword had been burnt to an unpleasant crisp, thanks to 
the Lintians.  
'Seriously, what am I going to do?' Sarah thought to herself 
for the thousandth time. 'I really do not believe in dying 
with honor, cause seriously, it doesn't any good.' 
How could her journey have gone so wrong? She had come 
to help Emily, which she seemed to have failed in, and now 
she had a feeling that the Raven hadn't gotten the message 
out. 
She saw a crack in the stone wall that she had been 
cornered into. It seemed like it had been years ago that she 
had found the woman's body, though it had only been a 
day. Looking back at the hole in the wall, just big enough 
for her to get through, she knew that it was her only escape. 
Taking off an elastic from around her wrist, she shot it in 
the face of one of the Dead Keepers, giving her some time 
to get away.  
She crawled through the small openings in the rock afraid 
of what might become of her. That's when it happened. She 
heard rock crumbling, pressing downwards, giving way. In 
one quick moment, there was no breathing that could be 
heard, there was only a crushed body.  
 
 
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The Fellowship had now been broken up. Boromir was 
dead, Frodo and Sam had left for Mount Doom, Merry and 
Pippen were with the Ents, and Legolas, Gimli, and 
Aragorn were in Helm's deep. 
Legolas looked over the plain, his thoughts never leaving 
Janie and Emily. He had been thinking about Emily less, 
however, and had been thinking more of Janie. He had 
often thought about marriage, which would mean him 
giving up his title of Prince of Mirkwood. He was willing 
to give it all up, as long as he could be with Janie.  
 
 
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Janie stood numb. Emily's body lay in the stream. She 
kneeled down beside her and reached for her hand but 
when she did try to hold Emily's hand, she realized that in 
Emily's hand, there was a green leaf. 
Janie picked up the body and mounted it on her horse. Janie 
then mounted, the body in front of her. She rode of to 
Lineri, determined to give Emily a proper burial. 
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Janie dismounted from her horse and then picked up Emily. 
Janie walked down the path to the castle, her heart beating 
wildly. She didn't like the fact that she was carrying her 
best friend, dead.  
'It could be worse.' She thought to herself. 'Sarah could be 
dead too.' 
Janie kicked open the door to the room of grieving. She 
then realized that the king and queen were looking over a 
body. For some reason, Janie felt as if she had walked in at 
a very wrong time. She lay Emily down in a corner and 
then crushed herself as close to the wall as possible. She 
strained to hear what their majesties were saying. 
"Please dear, tell me how our son has died! I am his 
mother, I have every right to know!" The queen exclaimed 
hysterically.  
"It was an elf." The king started. "Our son heard someone 
in the stables late at night, and went to investigate. One of 
the guards said that the elf was about to hurt a young 
woman, that, Emily knight. The elf must have placed a 
spell on her, for she claimed that she loved the elf. Our son 
tried to save her, and Emily fled. The elf killed our son, 
even though the prince caused him no harm." 
Janie was now shaking violently. Somehow, though she 
could not explain it, she felt as if the story had been twisted 
far beyond truth. An elf? Which elf? 
Janie watched as the king and queen left. She placed Emily 
on a table, as far away from the prince as she could. Janie 
then left the same way the king and queen had.
Janie entered the throne when she was sure their majesties 
were settled.  
"Your majesties, it is I, Janie Valdone." 
"What is it that you have come for?" The king questioned. 
"I have found Emily Norime, dead. I have come to request 
a proper burial for her. I am not sure how she died, but I 
found her dead in a stream." 
"You know more to the story." The king announced coldly. 
"Yes, I heard from one of the guards." Janie lied between 
her teeth. "I find it hard to believe that an elf killed the 
prince just because." 
"Well he did, and we WILL put him to death when we find 
him." The queen said. 
"Perhaps this is going off the subject, but do you know his 
name?" Janie ventured. 
"Why?" questioned the king suspiciously. 
"Because if I overheard the name in a tavern, perhaps I 
could arrest him." Janie lied once again. 
A faint smile came across the king's face. "Yes, that would 
be very useful. However, I do not have an exact name. The 
guard, however, recognized him as the Prince of 
Mirkwood." 
Janie's face went a deathly white. She could barley utter 
"Thank you, your majesties, now I will take my leave." 
Janie staggered out of the room, shaking. She didn't realize 
someone was coming her way. 
"Hello Janie." 
Janie looked up, startled. It was Patrick, one of the guards. 
"Hello Patrick." 
"You've heard of the prince's death?" 
"Yes." 
"I was the first." 
"How?" Janie asked quietly. 
"I was the guard who saw the whole thing. I saw you in the 
hallway and I came to see you, since the murderer is 
probably still here, and I don't want you to be killed." 
Janie clenched her fists. "So you're the one who lied about 
the story!" 
"What do you mean?" Asked Patrick. 
"I know the full story, and it's nothing like what you said! 
The elf was protecting both himself AND Emily! It wasn't 
Legolas's fault!" As soon as the words left her mouth she 
regretted them. 
"How do you know his name?" Patrick was shaking with 
anger. 
Janie did not respond. 
"So, you too are involved in all of this! You probably knew 
about the murder the whole time!" 
"He didn't plan a murder." Janie's voice was crisp. 
"Oh really." Patrick started. "So then how exactly did you 
two know each other?" 
Janie decided to give him the truth "Because I slept with 
Legolas!" 
Patrick looked as if he had taken a sword to the heart. "But 
I was to marry you!" 
Now it was Janie's turn to look shocked. "WHAT?" 
"I asked the king if I could marry you, he said you were all 
mine." Patrick told her, moving closer and closer to her.  
Janie backed up more and more, her mind racing, her heart 
pounding. He almost had her cornered. He went in to kiss 
her but was stopped as he felt a blade jabbed into his 
stomach. He fell backwards, onto the floor. Janie could 
hear people coming as she quickly shoved his body into the 
shadows. 
Janie ran down the hallway, afraid that her legs might give 
out. Running out into the courtyard, she was oblivious to 
everything around her. She never heard the warning, wasn't 
aware that a part of the castle had broken off during 
construction. The rocks came flying down, hitting 
everything. Everything went black for Janie, and finally, 
her very being was lost amongst the rubble.  
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Legolas sat in the waiting room. What had brought him 
there, he didn't know. He felt as if everything bad had 
happened at once. He had found out about Emily's death, 
how even though she had destroyed the jewel and broken 
the spell, Lintians had gotten her. Her body was found in a 
river and now she had been given a proper burial. He found 
out that he supposedly planned to kill the prince and had 
spelled Emily. The guard who had started the lie was dead, 
now one knew who killed him. He also learned that Emily's 
best friend, a girl named Sarah, had tried to help Emily and 
then tried to find Legolas but had died in a trench in a cave 
when she was escaping from the Dead Keepers. 
A doctor came out from intensive care unit, his face blank. 
Legolas walked up to him. 
"There was supposed to be a Janie Valdone here, where 
might she be?" Legolas asked softly. 
The doctor went through his papers of all of the patients. 
"She isn't in here, though I remember there being a Janie 
Valdone brought in here with life threatening injuries. I'm 
sorry… but she must have passed away." 
Legolas felt numb, he couldn't walk away. He stood there, 
thinking about Janie, about everything that had happened. 
He turned around. The One Ring still had to be destroyed, 
and that was his duty. 
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The female paramedic looked down on the girl. The girl's 
eyes were open and functioning, her breathing was normal, 
and except for the bruises, bumps, and cuts, she looked 
fine, though she wasn't. The paramedic had brought her 
here two days ago, and had come back after she heard the 
girl was alive and conscious. 
"Have you found out what her name is yet?" The paramedic 
questioned the doctor. 
"No." Responded the doctor. "She suffers from severe 
amnesia. Everything may come back to her one day 
however. I find it interesting that she is alive, especially 
after she was caught in a downfall of rocks." 
"I really hope she remembers her past." The paramedic 
inquired quietly. "Something tells me that she's had an 
interesting past, and she will most likely have a very 
interesting future."  
 
 
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NOTE: Well, believe it or not, Fires of Deceit is over, 
though it seems as if there should be more. I tried to answer 
almost all of the questions, and perhaps, some day in the 
future, I will have answers to the story. As for now, I'm 
taking a break from writing fan fiction and am working on 
some other pieces of work. Thank you to those who read 
my stories, and an even bigger thank to those who gave me 
feedback!
    ~Black Raven (Sarah)