SmegsBigSmeg - a Novel rosemary shand, daugter of fennec shand and king thranduil, was taught to be a sniper and then got transported into the hobbit universe where she started a honey business and then ventured into the caves and met the love of her life, smegel. "smeg, i know i said we'd go to the party tree for the firework display, but i think it's gonna rain. do you mind if we watch them from inside this cave? my feet are sore, anyway, so it'll be nice to have a sit down. "smeg? are you listening? where are you going, anyway?" he doesn't answer, so she follows his tracks through the winding tunnels. eventually, she spots him, hunched over in front of a fire with something sizzling on a stick. "hey, you. are you making food? are you cooking our dinner without me?" she jokes. "it's not dinner." "what?" "i'm sorry." "smeg, are you okay?" "i'm sorry," he repeats. "i don't want you to hate me." "i could never hate you." "you'll never be able to go home again. it's all my fault. i didn't mean to- but i was just so- and you were so- and we just- and now-" "smeg, what did you do?" "i made a potion. to keep us together. forever." "well, that's very sweet. but smeg, are you crying?" "i know, it's stupid. i just thought... we could have a life here, you know? together." "together." "yeah. i'm sorry. i'll find a way to reverse the spell." "oh, smeg." "it was selfish. i shouldn't have done it. i know you have a life and family back in your world, and i- i'm sorry, i just wanted to keep you here." "smeg, look at me." he turns and their eyes meet. "i would've stayed anyway. there's nothing for me back home. not anymore. you are my home. and you're all i want." "really?" "of course, you idiot. and besides, it's not like we can never visit. there are more elven kingdoms out there. we could find some other elves who have magic and they can send us home for the odd day. and it's not like you're the only one who wanted to be together forever." "i'm not?" "i'm yours as long as you'll have me. always and forever." "always and forever." Author's Note: --> comments and kudos appreciated <3 Works inspired by this one: A Pair Of Idiots by SmegsBigSmeg (SmegsLittleSmeg) A Pair Of Idiots- Alternate ending by SmegsBigSmeg (SmegsLittleSmeg) The Adventures of Rosamund the Ranger and Smaugel the Smug by SmegsBigSmeg (SmegsLittleSmeg) Smegol and Rosie: A Love Story by SmegsBigSmeg (SmegsLittleSmeg) Smeg's Big Problem by SmegsLittleSmeg (SmegsLittleSmeg) Pink Panties by SmegsBigSmeg (SmegsLittleSmeg) Mumford and Sons by SmegsBigSmeg (SmegsLittleSmeg) A Drabble Collection-Rosie and Smeg by SmegsBigSmeg (SmegsLittleSmeg) Drabble Challenge: A Collection-Rosie and Smeg by SmegsBigSmeg PT 2 smegel and rosemary shand have been dating for 4 years. they own a successful bee house and fish bakery. they are in therapy now because of relationship problems. someone had an affair but neither of them will admit it. Relationships: Shand/Smeagle Comments: 10 1. the affair Author's Note: "shand is the only one of us with a life and a job and she's just trying her best to have a good time in this world" - darwin, 2018 the affair "Hello, Mrs. Shand." "Hello, Dr. Riddle. How are you?" "I am well, thank you. And you?" "Yes, yes. I'm fine." "Good, good. Now, how can I help you today?" "Well, the thing is... My wife, she thinks I have a secret, a big one. And I do have a secret. But it's not as big as she thinks it is." "Do you know what her secret is?" "Oh, yes. Her secret is that she had an affair." "I see. How long ago was this?" "About three months ago." "How do you know?" "I was there." "You were there? What do you mean, you were there?" "Well, I saw her. She was with him. The other man." "Do you think it was an accident?" "No. She was kissing him. And he was kissing her." "How do you feel about this?" "Well, it doesn't make me very happy." "Does it make you angry?" "No. It makes me sad. I don't understand why she would do this. I thought we were happy. We have a nice home, a successful business, and two wonderful children." "Is this the first time you've seen your wife in an intimate situation with another person?" "Yes. Well, the first time since we got married." "Why do you think she did this?" "I don't know. Maybe she was bored." "How did you find out?" "She told me. She said she had to tell me, because she felt guilty. She said she knew I would be upset, but that she needed to tell me because she loved me. And because she loves our children." "Do you believe her?" "Yes. But I don't understand it. I just don't understand it. I have done nothing but love and support her. I have always been faithful to her. And yet she has betrayed me. And it hurts. It really hurts." "Do you think the affair was worth it?" "No. It was not. She has hurt me, and our family, and herself. I don't understand why she would do this to us. I wish she had never done it." "Do you still love her?" "Yes. I still love her. But I am so angry and hurt. -Shand enters the room- "Ah, Mr. Shand. How are you?" "I'm well, Dr. Riddle. Thank you. And yourself?" "Very well, thank you." "And how is Mrs. Shand?" "She's... Well, she's... She's having a difficult time, to say the least." "I see. Why don't you tell me about it?" "Well, you see, the thing is, the thing is... Um..." "It's all right, Mr. Shand. You can tell me." "The thing is, the thing is... Ah, the thing is..." "Mr. Shand, please. Just tell me. I promise I won't judge." "Okay, okay. Well, the thing is... the thing is... Oh, the thing is, I had an affair. I had an affair. There, I said it. I had an affair. Happy?" "Mr. Shand, please. Tell me everything. Tell me how it happened. When did it happen? How long did it go on for?" "It was... It was three months ago. And it was only the one time. But it was... Well, it was an amazing night. He was so handsome, and charming, and funny. it was legolas. It was legolas." "Legolas, the elven king? He's a king, now? Since when?" "Since Tolkien wrote about him." "So you had an affair with a fictional character?" "Yes." "And your wife is upset about this?" "Yes." "Mr. Shand, do you think you need therapy?" "Yes." 2. the therapist's assistant Summary for the Chapter: "I think shand has a crush on ara and wants to bang her" - Darwin, 2018 the therapist's assistant Shand enters the therapist's office and takes a seat in front of the desk. She looks at her therapist and says, "Dr. Riddle, I think I'm in love." Dr. Riddle raises her eyebrows. "With whom?" "I'm not sure. I think it might be my therapist's assistant. Her name is Ara." "Ara is an unusual name. Do you know her last name?" "No. But she's beautiful, Dr. Riddle. She's so kind and sweet. And she has the most amazing eyes. I can't stop thinking about her." the boyfriend smeagle bursts through the door and screams: “I KNEW IT YOU ARE HAVING AN AFFAIR” dr riddle says: "Mr. Smeagle, I'm afraid we will have to end this session early. My next appointment is here." shand stands up and turns around and sees ara. ara's mouth drops open and she blushes. ara is wearing a tight blue dress and has her hair down. shand's heart starts beating faster. ara smiles shyly at shand and says, "Hi. I'm Ara." shand reaches out and shakes ara's hand. her skin is soft and warm. shand can't stop looking at ara's lips. "Hi. I'm Shand." "Nice to meet you, Shand." dr riddle interrupts, "Ara, are you ready for our session?" ara turns to dr riddle and smiles. "Yes, I'm ready." ara and shand walk out of the office, ara's hand brushing shand's arm. shand can't stop smiling. smeagle and rosemary shand exit the therapists office together, arms linked. smeagle looks over his shoulder and sees ara and shand walking together, ara's head on shand's shoulder. smee says, "i think you might have competition" rosemary shand replies, "no one could replace you" PT 3 smegel and rosemary shand decide to move to the shire for a fresh start after 32 years of marriage counseling. the shire shines a new light on their newfound love for each-other. they go on an adventure to find the ring and spice up their relationship. they take their relationship up a notch smegel and rosemary shand decide to move to the shire for a fresh start after 32 years of marriage counseling. the shire shines a new light on their newfound love for each-other. they go on an adventure to find the ring and spice up their relationship. they stumble upon a small village in the heart of the shire, filled with charming cottages and cheerful hobbits. they decide to explore a nearby field, where they find a patch of wildflowers swaying gently in the breeze. rosemary kneels down and begins to pick the flowers, her movements graceful and delicate. smegel, feeling romantic himself, decides to join her. he plucks a particularly vibrant bloom from the ground and gently offers it to her. "for you, my dear," he says, his voice soft and sincere. rosemary's eyes light up as she takes the flower, and she leans in to press a kiss against his knuckles. the sensation sends a shiver down smegel's spine. the two of them wander hand in hand through the field, basking in the warmth of the sun and the gentle caress of the breeze. they pause atop a small hill, overlooking the village below. smegel turns to face her, cupping her face in his hands. with a tenderness that seems to reach deep into her very soul, he kisses her. rosemary gasps, melting into the embrace, her hands tangled in his hair. their lips part, and they gaze into each other's eyes. "i love you, rosemary," he whispers, his voice husky with desire. "with every fiber of my being." she smiles, tears welling up in her eyes. "i love you too, smegel. more than anything." they spend the rest of the day exploring the shire, hand in hand. they stroll through the winding paths of the fields, admiring the rolling hills and the lush greenery. they stop by a nearby stream to rest, and he offers her a cool sip of water from a gently flowing spring. she drinks gratefully, feeling the refreshing liquid quench her thirst and restore her energy. as the sun begins to set, they find a cozy spot beneath a large oak tree, its branches arching overhead to form a natural canopy. smegel pulls a small, battered notebook from his pocket and begins to flip through the pages, his brow furrowed in concentration. rosemary leans in closer, curiosity getting the better of her. "what are you doing, smegel?" she asks, her voice barely above a whisper. he looks up at her, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "i've been working on this poem for you," he says, "and i thought today, of all days, would be the perfect time to share it with you." she feels a blush creep up her cheeks as he clears his throat and begins to recite: "Rosemary, my love, my light, You've guided me through darkness so bright. Your touch is soft as the newborn's breath, Your smile warms my heart, like sunshine on the earth." Her eyes shine with tears, as she listens to his words, each one more beautiful than the last. She feels as though he's painting a picture with language, capturing every emotion she's ever felt for him. She reaches up, wiping the tears away, and tenderly places her hand over his, squeezing it in gratitude. "Smegel..." she whispers, her voice cracking. "It's... it's perfect." He looks at her, his eyes filled with love, and leans in closer. His lips meet hers in a gentle kiss, his hand still holding hers, their fingers entwined. As they kiss, they feel as one, their hearts beating in unison. The night sky begins to darken, the stars twinkling above them like a canopy of diamonds. The sounds of the village fade into the distance, replaced by the rustle of leaves and the chirping of crickets. They remain like this for what feels like hours, lost in each other's embrace, the world around them fading into insignificance. Smegel finally breaks the silence, his voice soft and gentle. "Shall we?" he asks, indicating the large book lying open on the ground between them. She nods, her heart racing with anticipation, and they both lean forward, their hands hovering over the pages. He flips through the book, searching for a particular page, his fingers tracing the worn leather spine with a tenderness that brings her joy. Finally, he finds what he's looking for and clears his throat. "Once upon a time, in a small village nestled deep within the Shire, there lived a young hobbit named Smegel." He pauses, glancing up at her to make sure she's listening, and she feels her heart skip a beat. "Now, Smegel was known throughout the land as quite the inventor. He could build anything from bits of metal and scraps of cloth, and his creations were second to none." His voice grows stronger with each word, painting a vivid picture in her mind. As he continues, she listens intently, her eyes fixed on his face. "One fateful day, while Smegel was out for a walk in the woods, he stumbled upon a strange, glowing object. It was unlike anything he had ever seen before, and as he picked it up, he felt an overwhelming sense of power coursing through his veins." He pauses dramatically, waiting for her reaction. She feels her breath catch in her throat, her heart racing with anticipation. "What did you find, Smegel?" she asks, her voice barely above a whisper. He looks at her, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "Well, Rosemary," he says, "I found a magical joke-telling amulet." She raises an eyebrow, intrigued. "It grants its wearer the ability to tell the funniest jokes in all the land," he explains, "but only if they can make someone laugh." Her heart skips a beat; she feels a thrill of excitement run through her. They spend the rest of the night telling jokes, using the amulet to test its powers. Smegel's creations come alive with laughter, and the forest echoes with their mirth. The stars twinkle brighter than ever, as if in approval of their newfound joy. As they sit there, lost in each other's eyes, they forget about everything else: the village, the expectations, the rules. They are simply two people, together in this moment, sharing a magical experience.they take their relationship up a notch , literally, as they climb up on Smegel's shoulders to reach the amulet, laughing hysterically the whole time. The world below them seems to slow down, and they feel invincible, floating on a cloud of happiness. Suddenly, they hear a strange humming noise growing louder, and the ground beneath them shakes violently. They look at each other, their eyes wide with fear and excitement. Boba Fett's ship, the Slave I, descends from the sky, its massive engines roaring. The hatch opens with a hiss, and out steps the infamous bounty hunter himself, blasters at the ready. He looks up at them, his helmet tilting slightly. "Smegel and Rosemary, I presume?" he drawls, his voice distorted by the comm system. They nod, their hearts pounding in their chests. "I've been searching for you two. The Hutts want their amulet back." The amulet begins to glow brightly, its power surging through their bodies. Smegel feels a strange sensation in his fingers, as if he could control the very air around them. Rosemary, on the other hand, feels a surge of courage coursing through her veins. She looks at Smegel and nods, her eyes determined. They leap off of each other's shoulders and land in fighting stances. Boba Fett laughs, a sinister chuckle that echoes through the forest. "I admire your courage, little hobbits," he says, "but you are no match for me." He takes a step forward, his blasters raised. Smegel's heart is racing, but he focuses on the glowing amulet around his neck. He closes his eyes and takes a deep breath, concentrating on the power within. Rosemary, on the other hand, takes a different approach. She doesn't have the amulet, but she's not afraid. She's spent her entire life training in the art of insulting mothers, and she won't let Boba Fett best her. With a sneer, she launches into a tirade against the bounty hunter's own mother, calling her a filthy, diseased, space-whore who should've been aborted. Smegel, emboldened by Rosemary's words, opens his eyes and unleashes a torrent of insults at Boba Fett, his voice high-pitched but laced with venom. He calls the bounty hunter a spineless, gutter-born freak, a pathetic excuse for a man who's only ever been good at killing innocent people. The air around them crackles with tension as their words fly back and forth like knives. Rosemary, her heart racing, launches into another insult, her voice steady despite the fear she feels. She tells Boba Fett that he's nothing but a worthless piece of garbage, a walking, talking example of how the galaxy can sometimes produce the most hideous things. The bounty hunter's helmet visor darkens, but he doesn't flinch. He takes another step forward, aiming his blasters at them. Smegel, feeling the power of the amulet surging through him, takes a deep breath. He closes his eyes and concentrates on the energy, trying to control it. He focuses on the blasters in Boba Fett's hands, willing them to shatter into a thousand pieces. His fingers twitch, and the air around the weapons begins to warp and distort. Suddenly, the blasters fly out of the bounty hunter's hands, spinning through the air before clattering harmlessly to the ground. Rosemary, emboldened by Smegel's display of power, steps forward, her eyes burning with determination. She glances at the blasters on the ground, then back up at Boba Fett, her lips curling into a satisfied smile. "You see, Smegel here," she says, "isn't just some scrawny little hobbit. He's got strength, and courage, and power beyond your wildest dreams." Boba Fett, however, seems unimpressed. He takes a step closer, his boots crunching through the leaves. "And what of you, Rosemary?" he asks, his voice cold and menacing. "You think your words will save them?" Rosemary feels her heart race, but she doesn't flinch. "No, Boba Fett," she says, her voice steady despite the fear she feels, "I don't think my words will save them. I know they will." She takes a deep breath and launches into another tirade against the bounty hunter's mother, her words sharp as knives. Smegel, still feeling the power of the amulet flow through him, focuses on Boba Fett's armor. He closes his eyes and imagines the metal warping and twisting under the influence of the energy coursing through him. The bounty hunter's armor begins to bulge and distort, creaking under the strain. With a mighty effort, Smegel forces the metal to bend inward, wrapping it tightly around Boba Fett's torso. The bounty hunter lets out a choked gasp as he struggles to breathe. Meanwhile, Rosemary continues her verbal assault on Boba Fett, her words cutting deeper with each passing moment. She mocks his choice of career, his lack of morals, and his inability to find something truly worthwhile to do with his life. The bounty hunter's face darkens, but he remains silent, struggling against the constriction of his armor. Smegel, feeling the power of the amulet surge through him, focuses on the bounty hunter's helmet. He imagines the metal twisting and contorting, bending to his will. With a mighty heave, he forces the helmet to pop off, revealing Boba Fett's face beneath. The bounty hunter's features are flushed with anger and frustration, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he struggles to breathe freely once more. Rosemary, emboldened by Smegel's display of power, steps forward, her eyes burning with determination. "You see, Boba Fett," she says, her voice dripping with sarcasm, "it's not just about money. It's about doing something worthwhile with your life. It's about having a purpose. And you, my dear, have none." The bounty hunter's eyes narrow as he struggles against the constriction of his armor and the weight of Rosemary's words. Smegel, feeling the power of the amulet coursing through him, focuses on Boba Fett's blasters. He imagines the weapons disintegrating, their metal and plastic turning to dust in his hands. With a sharp inhale, he releases the energy, and the blasters crumble to the ground in a shower of sparks. The bounty hunter's hands clench and unclench at his sides, his face a mask of frustration and rage. Rosemary steps forward, her eyes fixed on Boba Fett. "You know," she says, her voice gentle but firm, "deep down, you must be tired. Tired of all the killing, tired of living a life without purpose. You could choose a different path. You could find redemption." Her words hang in the air, a silent plea for the bounty hunter to see the truth. PT 4 smigel and rosemary shand decide to renew their vows on curoscant. they have a big event that derails when cad bane shoots smigel. smigel and rosemary shand decide to renew their vows on curoscant. they have a big event that derails when cad bane shoots smigel. rosemary shand was devastated. her life had been turned upside down in an instant. the man she loved, the man she had decided to spend the rest of her life with, was lying motionless on the ground, a pool of blood forming around him. she couldn't believe this was happening. it was like a nightmare she couldn't wake up from. she heard people screaming, crying, and running around in a panic. the once joyful atmosphere had been replaced by one of fear, confusion, and grief. she wanted to reach out to smigel, to hold him and tell him everything would be alright, but she couldn't move. her body felt numb, paralyzed by the shock of what had just happened. as if from a distance, she saw cad bane kneeling next to smigel's body, his hand still holding the smoking gun. he looked at her with a mix of regret and determination. she didn't understand why he had done this. they had been friends, hadn't they? they had even worked together on some jobs. what had gone wrong? "Rosemary," cad bane said, his voice gentle but firm. "I know this is hard to believe, but I did it to protect you. Smigel was a target, and I couldn't let anyone else get to him first. I'm so sorry for your loss, but I swear to you, I will always protect you from now on." Her heart ached as she listened to him, her confusion and anger warring with the desperate need to believe his words. He reached out a hand to her, his expression sincere and full of remorse. Taking a deep breath, she slowly placed her trembling hand in his. He pulled her close, wrapping his strong arms around her, and she felt a small measure of comfort in his embrace. "I know this doesn't mean anything right now," he whispered, his breath hot against her ear, "but I want you to know that I've always cared for you, Rosemary. I never meant for any of this to happen. I just wanted to keep you safe." His words sent a shiver down her spine, a mixture of disbelief and hope. She felt the weight of his words, the sincerity in his voice. She couldn't help but wonder if perhaps there was more to him than she had ever given him credit for. Cad Bane slowly pulled her away from Smigel's body, his gaze never leaving hers. In this moment, she saw a different side of him; a side she had never seen before. His features softened, his eyes glistening with unshed tears. He took a deep breath and reached into his pocket, withdrawing a small black velvet box. Her heart skipped a beat as he got down on one knee, revealing a ring nestled in his other hand. "Rosemary," he began, his voice thick with emotion, "in the midst of all this chaos, I realized something very important. I realized that I can't live without you. I need you by my side, to keep me grounded and to help me be the best man I can be. So, I want you to know that I will always be there for you, no matter what. And I want you to be there for me too." She couldn't believe what she was hearing. It was as if he had read her mind, understood her deepest feelings. Tears streamed down her face as she stared at him, her heart racing. He took her hand in his and looked deep into her eyes, his gaze steady and unwavering. "Rosemary," he said, his voice hoarse with emotion, "I know this has been a terrible day, and I can't begin to imagine how you must feel right now. But I want you to know that no matter what happens, I will always be there for you. I want to spend the rest of my life making you happy, and protecting you. Will you marry me?" As the words left his lips, she felt a wave of emotion wash over her. It was a mixture of shock, disbelief, and an overwhelming sense of happiness. She looked into his eyes, searching for any sign of deceit, but found only sincerity and love. Tears streamed down her face as she nodded, unable to find the words to speak. Cad Bane's expression was one of relief and joy as he slid the ring onto her finger, their hands clasped tightly together. He pulled her close, their bodies pressed against each other, their hearts racing in unison. In this moment, it was as if the chaos of the past few hours had melted away, and they were the only two people in the world. But Rosemary couldn't shake the image of Smigel's lifeless body, or the weight of the gun in her pocket. She knew that she couldn't go through with this charade, not when it meant lying to the man she loved. She had to find a way to avenge Smigel's death and bring Cad Bane to justice, all while maintaining the façade of their newly engaged relationship. PT 5 rosemary and cad bane and elmo the efficient, travel to the white city of gondor to marry rosemary and cad bane. the journey is long and arduous, but rosemary spends her time devising a plan to avenge smigel's death. she surreptitiously studies the movements and habits of cad bane and elmo, noting their strengths and weaknesses. as they approach the city, she also familiarizes herself with the layout of the palace where they will spend their wedding night. rosemary and cad bane and elmo the efficient, travel to the white city of gondor to marry rosemary and cad bane. the journey is long and arduous, but rosemary spends her time devising a plan to avenge smigel's death. she surreptitiously studies the movements and habits of cad bane and elmo, noting their strengths and weaknesses. as they approach the city, she also familiarizes herself with the layout of the palace where they will spend their wedding night. rosemary and cad bane are wed in a lavish ceremony, attended by the finest nobles and courtiers of gondor. their union is celebrated with feasting and merriment that lasts well into the night. as they retire to their chambers, rosemary allows cad bane to undress her, revealing a dagger strapped to her thigh. she pretends to be overwhelmed with passion, but all the while she's plotting how to strike the fatal blow. she waits until they are deep in the throes of lovemaking, when cad bane is at his most vulnerable. she grips the hilt of the dagger tightly, gathering her strength. just as she is about to plunge it into his chest, however, she hesitates. a vision of smigel's face flashes before her eyes, and she realizes that she doesn't want to become like cad bane. she wants justice, not revenge. with a sigh, she decides to confront elmo about smigel's death. she rolls off of cad bane and sits up in bed, pulling the sheets around her. elmo, still in shock from accidentally walking in on them, stammers an apology and asks what he can do to help. rosemary looks him in the eye and asks point-blank if he had anything to do with smigel's death. elmo, taken aback, denies it vehemently, swearing on his honor that he had nothing to do with it. she studies his face, searching for any hint of deception. he seems genuinely upset, and she believes him. she tells him that she will not rest until she finds the truth and brings justice to smigel's memory. elmo, grateful for her trust, vows to help her in any way he can. together, they formulate a plan to investigate further and uncover the truth about smigel's death. meanwhile, cad bane returns from his smoke break, still unaware of the turn of events in their chamber. he yawns and stretches, feeling satisfied and content after their lovemaking. rosemary watches him carefully, her heart racing as she contemplates the choice she has made. she knows that she can no longer continue down the path of vengeance; instead, she must forge a new life with cad bane and elmo, one built on truth and understanding. deciding that she needs to confront cad bane about his past actions, rosemary musters her courage and steps out of the bed. she paces around the room, gathering her thoughts, before finally speaking up. "cad bane," she says softly, "there are things I must tell you." he turns to her, arching an eyebrow in question. "it's about your past," she continues, hesitantly. "there are people who believe you're responsible for... for terrible things." cad bane's expression darkens, and he crosses his arms over his chest. "and what would they have you do about it?" he growls. "come after me with a squad of stormtroopers?" he asks, glancing over at elmo, who looks away uncomfortably. rosemary swallows hard. "yes," she says, "that's exactly what i want to do. i want you to face justice for what you've done." the tension in the room is palpable as cad bane looks her up and down, sizing her up. he takes a step closer, towering over her. "and you think you can just summon these stormtroopers at your beck and call?" he says, a cruel smile curling at the corners of his mouth. "i'm afraid you've underestimated my resources, little one." rosemary meets his gaze unflinchingly. "i may not be able to summon them directly," she says, "but i know someone who can. someone who owes me a great debt." she pauses, taking a deep breath. "i know where to find him." cad bane laughs, a humorless bark. "and who might this mysterious benefactor be?" he asks, already knowing the answer. rosemary squares her shoulders and looks him in the eye. "he goes by the name of general skywalker," she says, her voice steady despite the weight of the words. "and he will make sure that you are brought to justice." cad bane's expression sours. he knows exactly who rosemary is talking about. he's faced the 501st legion before, and he knows that they are relentless in their pursuit of justice. he laughs, a bitter sound that holds no humor. "you really think that little girl's toy army can take me down?" he asks, gesturing to elmo. "i've done things that you can't even imagine, rosemary. i've been to places you couldn't even dream of. and i've made enemies that will stop at nothing to protect me." he paces around the room, his hands clenched into fists at his sides. "but if it means that much to you, i'll play your game. let's see how well you've planned this out. because when general skywalker comes knocking, he won't be the only one who shows up." rosemary's heart pounds in her chest, but she holds her ground. "i'm prepared for whatever comes my way," she says, her voice steady. "i've made my choice, and i'm willing to face the consequences." cad bane's expression softens, and he takes a step closer. "you're a brave woman, rosemary," he says, reaching out to brush a stray hair from her forehead. "i don't know if i could have been as strong as you." he looks around the room, his gaze lingering on the small bed they had shared. "but there are things you should know before you go any further. things that might change your mind." he pauses, hesitating for a moment before continuing. "i never meant for any of it to happen. the things i've done, the people i've hurt... i did them for a reason." rosemary looks at him skeptically. "and what reason could possibly justify all of this?" she asks, gesturing to the bruises on her body and the destruction around them. cad bane sighs heavily, taking a step back. "it started with a woman," he says, his voice barely above a whisper. "she was everything to me. and then she was taken away." he looks away, unable to meet her eyes. "i swore revenge on the man who took her. i became obsessed with finding a way to make him pay. and in my search, i stumbled upon something much larger than i ever imagined." he looks back at her, his expression hardening. "i found myself caught up in a web of intrigue and betrayal, rosemary. i was used, manipulated by forces far greater than i could ever have guessed. and in the end, i did things that i can never undo." he pauses, taking a deep breath to steady his voice. "but even now, with everything that i've lost... even now, i would still make the same choices." rosemary listens to his words, her heart heavy with understanding and sorrow. She knows that he is not a monster, but a man who has been twisted by grief and rage. And yet, she also knows that she cannot stand by and let him continue to hurt innocent people. She look at him and decides to bite his throat. As she clenches her teeth against his flesh, she feels the hot spray of blood against her face. Cad Bane's eyes widen in surprise and pain, and he tries to pull away, but it's too late. Rosemary holds on tight, refusing to let go until she feels his body go limp in her grasp. She falls to the ground, gasping for breath, the taste of blood in her mouth. Around them, the room seems to spin out of control. The destruction is everywhere - the bed is torn apart, the walls splattered with blood and gore. The air is thick with the smell of death and the sound of sirens in the distance. Elmo lies motionless on the floor, his little plastic body twisted and broken. It's a horrific scene, and Rosemary can't help but feel a wave of nausea wash over her. She looks up at Cad Bane, her eyes filled with anguish and disbelief. "Why?" she whispers, her voice barely audible over the pounding of her heart. "Why did you do this?" Cad Bane's eyes flicker open, and he looks down at her. There's a haunted expression in his eyes, as if he's seeing ghosts of the past and the future all at once. "I... I don't know," he manages to say, his voice hoarse from the struggle. "I just wanted it all to stop. I wanted my life back. I thought..." He trails off, shaking his head. Rosemary feels a tear trickle down her cheek. She knows that he's not a monster, but she also knows that he's responsible for so much pain. "It's too late for that," she whispers, her voice barely audible over the sound of her own heartbeat. "Too much has happened." Cad Bane's eyes close, and his head falls back against the floor. "I know," he says softly. "I just wanted it all to make sense. To have a reason. But it's all just... chaos." He pauses, swallowing hard. "I'm sorry, Rosemary. For everything." Rosemary looks down at Elmo's broken body, feeling a wave of sadness wash over her. She wonders how many other innocent people Cad Bane has hurt in his quest for revenge. How many lives he's destroyed. And she can't help but feel a strange sense of pity for him, despite everything. Cad Bane's eyes flutter open, and he meets her gaze. There's a mix of shame and relief in his expression. "I never meant for any of this," he whispers. "I thought I was doing the right thing." He looks around the room, at the destruction they've wrought, and shudders. "I just wanted it to end." As the words leave his lips, Anakin Skywalker bursts into the room. He's covered in blood and dirt, his breath coming in ragged gasps. His eyes light up when he sees Cad Bane lying on the floor, and he launches himself at the bounty hunter with a feral growl. The two men begin to circle each other, their movements a blur of expertise and fury. Rosemary watches in horror as they duel, the poles spinning through the air like deadly blades. She knows she should try to stop them, but she's frozen in place. This is no ordinary fight; this is a battle between two Sith Lords. The destruction they could cause is unfathomable. Anakin's eyes are ablaze with anger, his every movement fueled by rage and hatred. He's not fighting to protect anyone; he's fighting for revenge. He swings his pole around, aiming for Cad Bane's head, but the bounty hunter ducks and spins out of the way. The pole narrowly misses, instead connecting with a lamp that topples to the floor with a crash. Cad Bane counters with a quick jab, his pole connecting with Anakin's shoulder. The younger man grunts in pain, but doesn't slow down. He lunges forward, pressing his advantage, his pole spinning like a deadly top. They circle each other, the room spinning around them. Rosemary watches in horror, her heart pounding in her chest. She's torn between trying to stop them and wanting to understand. Why are they fighting? What do they hope to achieve? She's never seen such raw hatred in anyone's eyes before. As the battle continues, the room begins to fill with a strange energy. The air crackles with tension, and the floorboards creak ominously. It's as if the very fabric of the world is being stretched thin by their hatred. Anakin's pole whistles through the air, narrowly missing Cad Bane's head. The bounty hunter dodges and spins, using the momentum to launch himself at his adversary. Rosemary watches, her heart racing in her chest. She can't tear her eyes away from the fight, even as she knows deep down that there is no winner here. This isn't a battle between two people; it's a conflict between two dark forces. And she, Rosemary, is the only one who can possibly stop them. With a shaky breath, she steps forward, her hands held out in supplication. "Anakin, please," she cries. "You have to stop this. You're only hurting yourself." Her words seem to have no effect on the two combatants, who continue their deadly dance around the room. Smegs, for his part, is torn between his loyalty to Anakin and the knowledge that Cad Bane must be stopped. He watches as the two men spin and leap, their movements growing ever more desperate and unpredictable. Finally, he decides he can no longer stand by and let them destroy each other. With a grunt, Smegs launches himself at Cad Bane, tackling the bounty hunter to the ground. The two of them roll across the floor, their powerful limbs thrashing and clawing at each other. Anakin, momentarily distracted by the interruption, pauses in his attack and looks between the two figures. Rosemary takes advantage of the brief respite to move closer to Anakin. "Anakin, please listen to me," she says, her voice urgent. "You need to stop this. You're not thinking clearly. You're only going to hurt yourself, and the people you care about." Her words seem to penetrate his anger, and he looks at her with haunted eyes. Smegs and Cad Bane continue to struggle on the floor, rolling away from the two combatants. "That's it, boy!" Cad Bane grunts. "Show me what you've got!" Smegs growls in response, his muscles bunching as he prepares to launch another attack. Anakin, still breathing heavily from the exertion of the fight, slowly backs away from Rosemary. His pole lies discarded on the floor, its energy spent. He glances at it longingly, then turns back to her. His face is still contorted with rage, but there's something else there too. Something uncertain, and perhaps even a little scared. As Smegs and Cad Bane continue their struggle on the floor, Anakin's eyes dart back and forth between them, weighing his options. Finally, he closes his eyes and takes a deep breath, letting it out slowly. When he opens them again, there's a new determination in his gaze. He turns away from Rosemary and walks over to where his pole lies discarded on the floor. Without hesitation, he bends down and picks it up, feeling its familiar weight in his hands. The energy surges through him, cleansing away the anger and fear. He stands tall, facing Smegs and Cad Bane, and for a moment, they pause in their fight, sensing the change in his demeanor. Anakin takes a deep breath, letting it out slowly. The air fills with the rhythmic sounds of his beatboxing, echoing off the walls of the room. He begins to move, his body swaying and undulating with the music. As his beatboxing grows louder and more intense, it seems to infuse the air around him with a new energy. Smegs and Cad Bane exchange a puzzled glance as they hear the strange sounds coming from Anakin. They both stand up, their muscles tense and ready for whatever he might do next. Smegs hesitates for a moment, then begins to dance along to the beat, his powerful frame moving with a surprising grace. Cad Bane, however, remains still, his expression unreadable. As Anakin continues to beatbox, the room seems to come alive with the rhythm. The lights flicker and strobe, casting eerie shadows across the walls and ceiling. The air itself vibrates with the sound, making the very floor beneath their feet thrum with energy. The two combatants are drawn into the music, their dancing growing more fluid and intense as they respond to the beat. Smegs, his massive frame covered in sweat, moves with a fluid grace that belies his size. He spins and leaps, his powerful legs propelling him through the air before landing with a resounding thud on the floor. His hands weave through the air, his fingers snapping and clapping in perfect rhythm with Anakin's beatboxing. It's as if the music has given him a newfound sense of freedom, allowing him to move beyond his usual brute force tactics and express himself in a whole new way. Cad Bane, on the other hand, remains still and watchful. His eyes never leave Anakin as he dances, seeming to study him for any sign of weakness or hesitation. When Anakin glances over at him, Cad Bane's expression remains impassive, but there's a spark of something in his eyes that betrays his fascination with the performance. As Smegs continues to dance with increasing abandon, Anakin steps closer to him, their bodies nearly touching as they move in perfect synchronization. They exchange knowing glances, sharing a moment of understanding that transcends their physical battle. It's as if they are no longer enemies, but instead, two dancers united by the power of the music. Cad Bane, watching from the sidelines, feels a pang of envy. He's never been able to express himself so freely, so uninhibitedly. The music seems to be drawing Smegs and Anakin even closer together, forging a bond between them that Cad Bane can only dream of. He takes a step forward, his body tensing as he prepares to join the dance. As he begins to move, it becomes clear that Cad Bane has been holding out on them. He's a master of breakdancing, his body flipping and spinning with a grace that belies his dark past. His eyes never leave Anakin, challenging him to keep up with his moves. Anakin, sensing the competition, digs deep and finds a new level of energy within himself. Smegs, caught up in the infectious rhythm, abandons all thought of caution and joins in the dance. His massive frame becomes a blur of motion as he busts out moves that neither Anakin nor Cad Bane could have anticipated. The room erupts in cheers and applause as the three dancers weave in and out of each other's movements, their bodies a kaleidoscope of color and light. Anakin finds himself locked in a battle of skill and agility with Cad Bane, their feet a blur as they try to one-up each other with increasingly complex moves. The air crackles with energy as they compete, but there's an undercurrent of respect there as well. Smegs, meanwhile, seems to have taken on a role as the glue that holds them together, his presence a reminder that, despite their differences, they all share a passion for dance. As the music reaches its climax, Anakin manages to land a particularly impressive move that sends Cad Bane spinning across the floor. The crowd erupts in cheers, and Anakin can't help but feel a rush of adrenaline as he takes in their approval. But his victory is short-lived, as Cad Bane rights himself and counters with a move that leaves Anakin momentarily off-balance. The air is thick with tension as the two dancers continue to face off, each determined to outdo the other. Smegs, watching from the sidelines, can't help but feel a pang of envy at their skill and agility. He's always known he was a strong and powerful fighter, but watching them dance, he realizes that there's a whole other world of strength and power that he's been missing out on. As the music reaches its climax, the pope bursts through the doors, scattering the partygoers in his wake. His eyes fall upon the three dancers, and for a moment, he seems transfixed. He crosses himself and begins to mutter prayers under his breath, his expression a mixture of awe and confusion. It's clear that he's never seen anything quite like this before. Cad Bane, sensing the presence of the pontiff, attempts to put on an innocent smile. "Ah, Your Holiness," he says, bowing slightly, "we were just having a friendly competition." The pope's eyes narrow, unconvinced. "A competition," he repeats, his voice dripping with sarcasm, "that involved killing my best friend Elmo." He gestures angrily at Cad Bane. "And you," he says, pointing a shaky finger, "you were the one who did it! You're going straight to hell, you monster!" Smegs and Anakin exchange a worried glance. They knew that the pope was a powerful ally, but they never expected him to take Elmo's death so personally. The tension in the room escalates as the pope begins to pace, his robes swirling around him like a tornado. Cad Bane, for his part, remains unperturbed. He's faced down much worse than an angry pontiff. His gaze flicks toward the exits, considering his options. The dance floor is too crowded to fight effectively, and the pope's guards are closing in. His only choice is to talk his way out of this. Smegs and Anakin exchange a glance, knowing that Cad Bane is good at talking his way out of situations, but also knowing that the pope is not in the best of moods. They edge closer to each other, preparing for whatever might happen next. The pope's face is a mask of anger and grief, his eyes blazing with an unholy fire. "You think you can just walk away from this?" he demands of Cad Bane. "You think you can escape justice?" Cad Bane, sensing the danger in the pope's words, tries to reason with him. "Your Holiness, I did not mean for this to happen. I was hired to retrieve the ruby, not to harm Elmo. I can make it right." The pope's face contorts into a sneer. "You think I'm some fool? You think I'd believe such lies? Elmo was my friend, and you killed him!" With a roar, the pope launches himself at Cad Bane, his hands curled into fists. Smegs and Anakin exchange worried glances, realizing that the situation has escalated beyond their control. The crowd parts like the Red Sea as the two men begin to fight, their blows landing with the force of thunder. Cad Bane dodges nimbly, using his superior agility to keep the pope at bay. But the pope is enraged, and his strength is unmatched. He lands a crushing blow to Cad Bane's chest, sending the bounty hunter sprawling across the dance floor. Smegs and Anakin exchange panicked glances, realizing that they must act quickly if they are to save their friend. With a nod, they charge forward, launching themselves at the pope from either side. Their attacks are expertly coordinated, forcing the pontiff to focus on defending himself rather than finishing off Cad Bane. the pope shoot s cad bane. everyone goes home. the end. The impact of the bullet hits Cad Bane square in the chest, sending him flying backward like a ragdoll. His body lands with a thud on the dance floor, his limbs twitching spasmodically. For a moment, there's a stunned silence as everyone in the room stares in disbelief at the scene before them. Then, as if waking from a bad dream, they slowly begin to disperse, murmuring amongst themselves.