By the Light of the Moon
Disclaimer~ I do not own any of Tolkien's creations. I only own SOME of the storyline and the characters I made up. This takes place during "The Two Towers". Legolas is a sexy elf.I'd love to own him! *smiles*
Chapter 1~Her Adventure Begins
It was winter and snow was starting to fall. The air was crisp in New England and Christmas would soon be coming. A young woman, about age twenty, sat in her living room in front of the fireplace. The flames burned brightly and warmed her body as she drank her hot chocolate. Her long, dark hair flowed down her back in curls and her green eyes looked like fiery ember in the firelight. The woman wore a red, silk nightgown that was covered with a crimson robe. She lived alone. She didn't have many friends and didn't date often. Every time she did meet someone, they would make the attempt to use her. That was the one thing she never allowed. Her attacker always ended up suffering since she would break either his nose or jaw.
This night was just like any other night.cold and lonely. She sat in front of her fireplace and stared blankly at the bright flames. It was the only thing that seemed to relax her. Her mind trailed off and she quietly mumbled a part of a song:
"This is a call to the colorblind.
This is an IOU.
I'm stranded behind the horizon line.
Tired of-"
~John Mayer
"Bigger Than My Body"
CRASH!
There was a loud noise in her bedroom. She carefully set her hot chocolate down on the table and walked over to her fireplace. She picked up the poker and held it as if she was about to swing a baseball bat. She strolled over to her bedroom door and pushed it open. The room was dark, so she flipped on the light switch and saw a tall man standing in front of her with a bow and arrow ready to fire. "What are you doing in my home?"
"What do you think you're doing with that thing?" the man replied as he nodded at the poker she held in her hand. The woman looked over the man before her. The idea of facing an archer with a fireplace poker wasn't the best idea, but it was all she could think of at the time. His hair was a light golden color and hung down past his shoulders, some strands in small braids. He had intensely focused blue eyes and wore tight green leggings and a tunic. "Well, are you going to answer me?" the man asked again.
"You're the one in my house, so I think you should answer first."
"Just put your 'weapon' down."
"How do I know that you won't shoot me once I'm unarmed?"
"Trust me.that so called 'weapon' is no defense and I would have shot you already if I was going to." They both glared at each other and placed their weapons aside at the same time. "Mani naa essa en lle? (What's your name?)" the stranger asked.
"What?" the girl replied cautiously, "Could you repeat that?"
"Lle quena i'lambe tel' Eldalie? (Do you speak Elvish?)"
"What the hell are you speaking?" the woman said, slightly raising her voice.
"So.you don't speak Elvish?"
"I'm afraid not.but I need to know what you've been saying."
"I only asked you your name and if you spoke my language." The woman started laughing and covered her mouth to keep from looking like a psycho. "What's so funny?"
"Nothing.but did you just call this 'Elvish' language 'your' language?"
"Yes, Arwenamin (My lady)."
"Then, what are you?" she asked as she took a step closer to him and he did the same. When she saw his entire head, she noticed a pair of pointed ears sticking out from his head. The woman took another step closer and her body was almost pressed against him. When she reached out to touch his ears to see if they were real, he grabbed her wrist and a strange blue mist started to cloud the room. She looked around as the mist began to rise around them and her gaze soon turned to the creature before her. A smile crossed his lips and then everything went black.
When she awoke, she found herself being carried on the back of a horse. Her head was leaned up against someone's chest and she swallowed hard. Her green eyes glanced at her surroundings and she realized that she was in what looked like countryside. The sky was a beautiful blue and the wind was blowing her hair wildly. "'Quel andune, Arwenamin (Good afternoon, my lady). I trust you slept well," a soothing and familiar voice said. When the woman looked up and behind her, she saw the same blonde creature that had been standing in her bedroom. "Who are you.and where am I?"
"My name is Legolas Greenleaf, Prince of Mirkwood and you are on your way to Edoras. You fell asleep on the way up here."
"Well, Prince Legolas, what happened before I fell asleep? Where were we before this? It was my home, was it not?"
"I believe so.you and the fire poker couldn't do a thing to harm me, but I had intention of hurting you, Miss."
"Morgan.my name is Mariah Morgan."
"Well, Miss Morgan, I welcome you to Middle Earth.wherever you're from."
"I'm not even gonna ask," Mariah replied with a sarcastic tone. She had no clue as to where she was or how any of this had happened. "Might as well go along with it.I need some adventure," she said quietly as she sat up straight and saw that there was a horse on each side of her. On a white horse sat an old man dressed in white with a gray cape and on the other horse sat a man in his thirties with shoulder-length dark hair. He had light blue eyes and the outfit of a ranger. Behind him sat a very short man with a long beard and a helmet. He wore armor and carried a lot of axes on his back. "Miss, are you feeling better?" the old man asked.
"I guess, but who the hell are you people?" All four of her companions exchanged glances and then gave her astonished looks. "I'm sorry, I just.sorry," she said softly as she bowed her head down in shame.
"It is fine," the old man replied, "And I am Gandalf the White. To your right is Aragorn, son of Arathorn and the dwarf behind him is Gimli, son of Gloin. You've already met Legolas." Mariah nodded her head and leaned back against Legolas' chest. "Edoras and the Golden Hall of Meduseld. There dwells Théoden, King of Rohan, whose mind is overthrown. Saruman's hold over King Théoden is now very strong," Gandalf stated as the horses began moving up toward Edoras, which sat on a rather large hill.
When they all reached the palace at the top of the hill, the men dismounted their horses. Legolas then looked back up at Mariah and gracefully helped her down to the ground. When she looked back up at his face, he was smiling and it sent a chill up her spine that felt wonderful. Gandalf led Aragorn, Gimli, Legolas, and their new friend up the steps, where some guards stood. One of them said, "I cannot allow you before Théoden-King so armed, Gandalf Greyhame. By order of Gríma Wormtongue." Gandalf nodded to his friends as they took off their weapons and handed them to the other guards. When they had finished, Gandalf smiled and raised his head. "Your staff," the guard stated firmly.
"Hmm? Oh. You would not part an old man from his walking stick?" Gandalf gave the old man an innocent look and the guard let him pass with his friends. Aragorn stood on one side of Gandalf with Legolas and Gimli on the other. Legolas went along with Gandalf's act and held his arm in order to help make him look feeble. Mariah walked on the other side of Gimli, eyeing everyone who stood in the hall as they entered. Sitting at the end was King Théoden with an ugly, pale man beside him. He was whispering something to the king, but no one was able to make it out. Gandalf looked at the king and said, "The courtesy of your hall is somewhat lessened of late, Théoden King."
"He's not welcome," the repulsive man, known as Gríma Wormtongue whispered to King Théoden.
"Why should I. welcome you, Gandalf.Stormcrow?" Théoden said in a weak and suffering voice. Mariah couldn't help but take pity on him. "A just question, my liege," Gríma said as he walked toward Gandalf, "Late is the hour in which this conjurer chooses to appear. Lathspell I name him. Ill news is an ill guest."
"Be silent! Keep your forked tongue behind you teeth. I have not passed through fire and death to bandy crooked words with a witless worm!" Gandalf said firmly as he raised his staff to before Gríma's eyes.
"His staff!" he exclaimed as he looked at the guards and backed away from the wizard, "I told you to take the wizard's staff!" As the guards rushed at the newcomers, Aragorn, Legolas, and Gimli all started to fight them as Gandalf stepped forward toward the king, "Théoden, son of Thengel, too long have you sat in the shadows." As he continued speaking, Mariah stayed close to the dwarf and ran up next to Legolas as he threw his arm back and punched a man in the face. "Hearken to me! I release you from the spell," Gandalf continued. With that, Théoden began to laugh and told Gandalf that he had no power. "I will draw you, Saruman, as poison is drawn from a wound." Mariah watched in amazement and gripped Legolas' arm tightly as she watched the old wizard's movements.
"AHH!" Théoden screamed out as his head hit the throne and Saruman.whoever that was.left him. The king slumped over and a young woman ran to his side and caught him. Her hair was flowed down her back in long golden waves and she wore a skin-tight, but flowing, white dress with gold trim at the waist. All of a sudden, the king's wretched form began to fade and he turned back into a middle-aged man. "I know your face.Eowyn.Eowyn," he whispered as the girl raised her hands to his face and tears rolled down her face.
Disclaimer~ I do not own any of Tolkien's creations. I only own SOME of the storyline and the characters I made up. This takes place during "The Two Towers". Legolas is a sexy elf.I'd love to own him! *smiles*
Chapter 1~Her Adventure Begins
It was winter and snow was starting to fall. The air was crisp in New England and Christmas would soon be coming. A young woman, about age twenty, sat in her living room in front of the fireplace. The flames burned brightly and warmed her body as she drank her hot chocolate. Her long, dark hair flowed down her back in curls and her green eyes looked like fiery ember in the firelight. The woman wore a red, silk nightgown that was covered with a crimson robe. She lived alone. She didn't have many friends and didn't date often. Every time she did meet someone, they would make the attempt to use her. That was the one thing she never allowed. Her attacker always ended up suffering since she would break either his nose or jaw.
This night was just like any other night.cold and lonely. She sat in front of her fireplace and stared blankly at the bright flames. It was the only thing that seemed to relax her. Her mind trailed off and she quietly mumbled a part of a song:
"This is a call to the colorblind.
This is an IOU.
I'm stranded behind the horizon line.
Tired of-"
~John Mayer
"Bigger Than My Body"
CRASH!
There was a loud noise in her bedroom. She carefully set her hot chocolate down on the table and walked over to her fireplace. She picked up the poker and held it as if she was about to swing a baseball bat. She strolled over to her bedroom door and pushed it open. The room was dark, so she flipped on the light switch and saw a tall man standing in front of her with a bow and arrow ready to fire. "What are you doing in my home?"
"What do you think you're doing with that thing?" the man replied as he nodded at the poker she held in her hand. The woman looked over the man before her. The idea of facing an archer with a fireplace poker wasn't the best idea, but it was all she could think of at the time. His hair was a light golden color and hung down past his shoulders, some strands in small braids. He had intensely focused blue eyes and wore tight green leggings and a tunic. "Well, are you going to answer me?" the man asked again.
"You're the one in my house, so I think you should answer first."
"Just put your 'weapon' down."
"How do I know that you won't shoot me once I'm unarmed?"
"Trust me.that so called 'weapon' is no defense and I would have shot you already if I was going to." They both glared at each other and placed their weapons aside at the same time. "Mani naa essa en lle? (What's your name?)" the stranger asked.
"What?" the girl replied cautiously, "Could you repeat that?"
"Lle quena i'lambe tel' Eldalie? (Do you speak Elvish?)"
"What the hell are you speaking?" the woman said, slightly raising her voice.
"So.you don't speak Elvish?"
"I'm afraid not.but I need to know what you've been saying."
"I only asked you your name and if you spoke my language." The woman started laughing and covered her mouth to keep from looking like a psycho. "What's so funny?"
"Nothing.but did you just call this 'Elvish' language 'your' language?"
"Yes, Arwenamin (My lady)."
"Then, what are you?" she asked as she took a step closer to him and he did the same. When she saw his entire head, she noticed a pair of pointed ears sticking out from his head. The woman took another step closer and her body was almost pressed against him. When she reached out to touch his ears to see if they were real, he grabbed her wrist and a strange blue mist started to cloud the room. She looked around as the mist began to rise around them and her gaze soon turned to the creature before her. A smile crossed his lips and then everything went black.
When she awoke, she found herself being carried on the back of a horse. Her head was leaned up against someone's chest and she swallowed hard. Her green eyes glanced at her surroundings and she realized that she was in what looked like countryside. The sky was a beautiful blue and the wind was blowing her hair wildly. "'Quel andune, Arwenamin (Good afternoon, my lady). I trust you slept well," a soothing and familiar voice said. When the woman looked up and behind her, she saw the same blonde creature that had been standing in her bedroom. "Who are you.and where am I?"
"My name is Legolas Greenleaf, Prince of Mirkwood and you are on your way to Edoras. You fell asleep on the way up here."
"Well, Prince Legolas, what happened before I fell asleep? Where were we before this? It was my home, was it not?"
"I believe so.you and the fire poker couldn't do a thing to harm me, but I had intention of hurting you, Miss."
"Morgan.my name is Mariah Morgan."
"Well, Miss Morgan, I welcome you to Middle Earth.wherever you're from."
"I'm not even gonna ask," Mariah replied with a sarcastic tone. She had no clue as to where she was or how any of this had happened. "Might as well go along with it.I need some adventure," she said quietly as she sat up straight and saw that there was a horse on each side of her. On a white horse sat an old man dressed in white with a gray cape and on the other horse sat a man in his thirties with shoulder-length dark hair. He had light blue eyes and the outfit of a ranger. Behind him sat a very short man with a long beard and a helmet. He wore armor and carried a lot of axes on his back. "Miss, are you feeling better?" the old man asked.
"I guess, but who the hell are you people?" All four of her companions exchanged glances and then gave her astonished looks. "I'm sorry, I just.sorry," she said softly as she bowed her head down in shame.
"It is fine," the old man replied, "And I am Gandalf the White. To your right is Aragorn, son of Arathorn and the dwarf behind him is Gimli, son of Gloin. You've already met Legolas." Mariah nodded her head and leaned back against Legolas' chest. "Edoras and the Golden Hall of Meduseld. There dwells Théoden, King of Rohan, whose mind is overthrown. Saruman's hold over King Théoden is now very strong," Gandalf stated as the horses began moving up toward Edoras, which sat on a rather large hill.
When they all reached the palace at the top of the hill, the men dismounted their horses. Legolas then looked back up at Mariah and gracefully helped her down to the ground. When she looked back up at his face, he was smiling and it sent a chill up her spine that felt wonderful. Gandalf led Aragorn, Gimli, Legolas, and their new friend up the steps, where some guards stood. One of them said, "I cannot allow you before Théoden-King so armed, Gandalf Greyhame. By order of Gríma Wormtongue." Gandalf nodded to his friends as they took off their weapons and handed them to the other guards. When they had finished, Gandalf smiled and raised his head. "Your staff," the guard stated firmly.
"Hmm? Oh. You would not part an old man from his walking stick?" Gandalf gave the old man an innocent look and the guard let him pass with his friends. Aragorn stood on one side of Gandalf with Legolas and Gimli on the other. Legolas went along with Gandalf's act and held his arm in order to help make him look feeble. Mariah walked on the other side of Gimli, eyeing everyone who stood in the hall as they entered. Sitting at the end was King Théoden with an ugly, pale man beside him. He was whispering something to the king, but no one was able to make it out. Gandalf looked at the king and said, "The courtesy of your hall is somewhat lessened of late, Théoden King."
"He's not welcome," the repulsive man, known as Gríma Wormtongue whispered to King Théoden.
"Why should I. welcome you, Gandalf.Stormcrow?" Théoden said in a weak and suffering voice. Mariah couldn't help but take pity on him. "A just question, my liege," Gríma said as he walked toward Gandalf, "Late is the hour in which this conjurer chooses to appear. Lathspell I name him. Ill news is an ill guest."
"Be silent! Keep your forked tongue behind you teeth. I have not passed through fire and death to bandy crooked words with a witless worm!" Gandalf said firmly as he raised his staff to before Gríma's eyes.
"His staff!" he exclaimed as he looked at the guards and backed away from the wizard, "I told you to take the wizard's staff!" As the guards rushed at the newcomers, Aragorn, Legolas, and Gimli all started to fight them as Gandalf stepped forward toward the king, "Théoden, son of Thengel, too long have you sat in the shadows." As he continued speaking, Mariah stayed close to the dwarf and ran up next to Legolas as he threw his arm back and punched a man in the face. "Hearken to me! I release you from the spell," Gandalf continued. With that, Théoden began to laugh and told Gandalf that he had no power. "I will draw you, Saruman, as poison is drawn from a wound." Mariah watched in amazement and gripped Legolas' arm tightly as she watched the old wizard's movements.
"AHH!" Théoden screamed out as his head hit the throne and Saruman.whoever that was.left him. The king slumped over and a young woman ran to his side and caught him. Her hair was flowed down her back in long golden waves and she wore a skin-tight, but flowing, white dress with gold trim at the waist. All of a sudden, the king's wretched form began to fade and he turned back into a middle-aged man. "I know your face.Eowyn.Eowyn," he whispered as the girl raised her hands to his face and tears rolled down her face.