This alternate killing spree ending is dedicated to everyone who has read 'An Elf's Love'. Just imagine this is Rosa.

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I took up my role as the King's Chief Concubine with great joy, for after the horrors of my life, my king made me feel special and cherished beyond imagining; though he was often prone to bouts of psychosis, apparently unrelated to what he was doing at the time.

I suppose I should have taken this as a warning.

One sunny day, I was dragged from my bed by a hooded figure and carted down to the dungeons, only to be unceremoniously chained from the dank ceiling. I screamed for help, yet the figure clamped his hand over my mouth. Tears trickled from my sparkling green eyes, and I quaked in terror. Finally removing his hand from my mouth, the man ripped the hood from his head.

“LEGOLAS!” I cried. He laughed manically. I cringed and turned my head away, coming face to face with the grotesque form of a female skeleton, also chained from the wall. The female was wearing jeans.

“You didn't think I'd find out? You are a servant of the enemy!” He spat, contempt in his voice, his beautiful face twisted with loathing. I stuttered, cringing at the vehemence in his voice. He didn't even wait for an explanation. Drawing a sword he plunged it into my stomach, ripping it out at such an angle that many internal organs dropped to the floor with a sickening squelch. Then he slit my throat, decapitated me, cut me into tiny pieces and served me for Mirkwood's nightly feast.

I am now condemned to live in hell forever.