Chapter 10
"I feel quite bad about it now," Christina said. "I don't know why. It's not like he's a friend or anything. But, maybe cutting off his hair was one step too far."
"As you said yourself, he'll get over it," Aragorn replied. "An Elf's hair grows quite quickly, we shouldn't be here much longer than a month, although I do wish we could get off sooner."
"I'm just being an idiot. I never feel guilt or sympathy for anyone. I learnt the hard way."
"What do you mean?" Pippin said, before anyone else the chance.
"Well, no one really likes me, back home. at all," she explained. "That's why I'm in Rivendell so often. They think I don't know, but I do. They send me off on stupid errands like taking messages to Elrond. And if someone offends me, I lash out."
"So, really, you haven't been taught anything different?" Boromir said.
"Sort of. I do know that hitting people isn't the best way of dealing with them, but I often had very good cause for it. I was bullied a lot when I was younger and I always had to stick up for myself. And when I heard about this Ring thing I actually volunteered. I was kind of at a rock bottom at that point and was quite excited by the thought of dying. They couldn't get rid of me quick enough." She looked at the men surrounding and shook herself. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't be boring you all like this. It's a beautiful day and we should be happy. I shouldn't be depressing you all." They all turned their heads at the sound of a clink of glasses. An Elf had entered the pavilion and was about to prepare some drinks for them. But as he did, Legolas walked in and offered to do it instead.
"Considering you've lost practically all of your hair," Gimli said, "you're very happy."
"I've been speaking to the Lady Galadriel and she has helped me come to terms with my loss," He said. "I'm still determined to grow it back, but I'm not going to let it bother me."
"That's very good of you," Christina said, curiously. "I thought you'd be absolutely furious. If this is your feeble attempt to make me like you, then I'll have you know that I'm way out of your league, so there's no point in even trying."
"Nothing of the sort. It's as I said, I'm not going to let it bother me." He smiled at her and then turned back to the drinks. Concealed up his sleeve was a small bottle. After he filled up the nine glasses with wine, into one he put 3 drops of the clear liquid, just as Galadriel had told him to. The one with the liquid in it, he gave to Christina. "It should take about 10 minutes at the very most," she had said. "The length of time depends on her resilience to its power."
Legolas watched Christina as she drank the concoction. It took her about 2 minutes to drink the whole thing. She could feel the eyes watching her and she looked at him over the brim of her goblet.
"What? Have I got something on my forehead or my nose?" She said, nervously.
"No, I was. um." 'Crap, what do I say?' "Shall I take that for you?" He said quickly, on seeing that she'd finished her drink. She handed the glass to him. "Do you want any more?"
"No," she said, distantly. She must have drunk the wine to quickly because she was beginning to feel a bit weird. "I'm going to go and lie down. I feel a bit. odd." She couldn't say ill because that wasn't it. Illness was stomach aches, headaches, soar throats and fevers, but she hadn't any of these. Odd was the only way to describe it.
She went over to the couches and lay down. She shut her eyes and began to drift off to sleep when saw an image of Legolas. Her flew open again. 'What the.' she thought, but found herself shutting her eyes again to see the image. 'Since when did Legolas look so good?' and she didn't tell herself off for thinking it. She smiled to herself. She opened her eyes slowly again and saw Legolas walking towards her. She suddenly felt embarrassed.
"Are you feeling OK?" He said, with evident concern in his voice. Normally, she would have shouted at him and told him to mind his own business. But this time she didn't want to. It mattered that he cared, for a reason she couldn't figure out. 'What the hell is going on?' She thought.
"Christina?" He said. She looked at him.
"Oh, sorry, I'm fine," she smiled appreciatively.
"Good. It's just you suddenly said you felt odd and I wanted to make sure you were all right."
"Thank you." That shocked Legolas. 'Galadriel is one hell of a sorceress!' "I'm sorry for cutting your hair, Legolas," she said. "However much you insulted me, it was uncalled for."
"It doesn't matter," he said.
"No, it does. I feel really bad about it. I wish there was a way I could make it up to you." 'There is.' He thought. 'But there is no way I'm suffering either more loss of hair or physical punishment such as that in Moria.'
"It really doesn't matter. You don't owe me anything, Christina," he said. "You shouldn't feel bad about what you did, I know I deserved it."
"All you did was insult me!" She exclaimed. "By the Valar, look what I did to you last night! That was even more uncalled for!" Thinking of all the things she'd done to him made her very angry with herself. She had been a real bitch and he still liked her. He had still come to see if she was well. 'Well, even if he won't admit it, I know one thing he wants.' She stood up.
"Nothing you have done was uncalled for. I have obviously done things to make you seek revenge. We are equal," Legolas said.
"No, we're not! And I won't be happy until we are!" He was irritating her now.
"You actually want us to be equal?" He said, disbelievingly. 'I've got to get some of this stuff off Galadriel before we leave.' She walked over to him.
"Yes, I do," she said, gently. "I know it's hard to believe after all I've done to you, but it's what I want." She placed a hand on his arm and looked up at him. "I'm really sorry Legolas."
"It doesn't-" but she silenced him with kiss. 'Galadriel, I love you!' 'Why, thank you' came a silent reply. 'ARGH! Get out of my head! Can't you see I'm busy?!' 'Well, excuse me! It's not like I want to hear your nasty, pervy thoughts about an innocent - OK, not so innocent - girl! By the way, the spell isn't permanent. Bye!' His eyes flew open in shock. 'Shit! She could snap out of it at any time! Oh well.'
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A/N: If anyone says 'Mary-Sue', I will personally kill them. It isn't one because she hasn't fallen in love with him. A love potion has brought it on, as the title says! I cannot make this a Mary-Sue because the story is called 'Not a Mary-Sue', but this works out as a good story line! Flames will be disregarded! I couldn't give a rat's arse if you don't like this fic! Don't read it if you don't like it! Anyway, just to let you know!!! Luvs Elfie xXxXx
"I feel quite bad about it now," Christina said. "I don't know why. It's not like he's a friend or anything. But, maybe cutting off his hair was one step too far."
"As you said yourself, he'll get over it," Aragorn replied. "An Elf's hair grows quite quickly, we shouldn't be here much longer than a month, although I do wish we could get off sooner."
"I'm just being an idiot. I never feel guilt or sympathy for anyone. I learnt the hard way."
"What do you mean?" Pippin said, before anyone else the chance.
"Well, no one really likes me, back home. at all," she explained. "That's why I'm in Rivendell so often. They think I don't know, but I do. They send me off on stupid errands like taking messages to Elrond. And if someone offends me, I lash out."
"So, really, you haven't been taught anything different?" Boromir said.
"Sort of. I do know that hitting people isn't the best way of dealing with them, but I often had very good cause for it. I was bullied a lot when I was younger and I always had to stick up for myself. And when I heard about this Ring thing I actually volunteered. I was kind of at a rock bottom at that point and was quite excited by the thought of dying. They couldn't get rid of me quick enough." She looked at the men surrounding and shook herself. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't be boring you all like this. It's a beautiful day and we should be happy. I shouldn't be depressing you all." They all turned their heads at the sound of a clink of glasses. An Elf had entered the pavilion and was about to prepare some drinks for them. But as he did, Legolas walked in and offered to do it instead.
"Considering you've lost practically all of your hair," Gimli said, "you're very happy."
"I've been speaking to the Lady Galadriel and she has helped me come to terms with my loss," He said. "I'm still determined to grow it back, but I'm not going to let it bother me."
"That's very good of you," Christina said, curiously. "I thought you'd be absolutely furious. If this is your feeble attempt to make me like you, then I'll have you know that I'm way out of your league, so there's no point in even trying."
"Nothing of the sort. It's as I said, I'm not going to let it bother me." He smiled at her and then turned back to the drinks. Concealed up his sleeve was a small bottle. After he filled up the nine glasses with wine, into one he put 3 drops of the clear liquid, just as Galadriel had told him to. The one with the liquid in it, he gave to Christina. "It should take about 10 minutes at the very most," she had said. "The length of time depends on her resilience to its power."
Legolas watched Christina as she drank the concoction. It took her about 2 minutes to drink the whole thing. She could feel the eyes watching her and she looked at him over the brim of her goblet.
"What? Have I got something on my forehead or my nose?" She said, nervously.
"No, I was. um." 'Crap, what do I say?' "Shall I take that for you?" He said quickly, on seeing that she'd finished her drink. She handed the glass to him. "Do you want any more?"
"No," she said, distantly. She must have drunk the wine to quickly because she was beginning to feel a bit weird. "I'm going to go and lie down. I feel a bit. odd." She couldn't say ill because that wasn't it. Illness was stomach aches, headaches, soar throats and fevers, but she hadn't any of these. Odd was the only way to describe it.
She went over to the couches and lay down. She shut her eyes and began to drift off to sleep when saw an image of Legolas. Her flew open again. 'What the.' she thought, but found herself shutting her eyes again to see the image. 'Since when did Legolas look so good?' and she didn't tell herself off for thinking it. She smiled to herself. She opened her eyes slowly again and saw Legolas walking towards her. She suddenly felt embarrassed.
"Are you feeling OK?" He said, with evident concern in his voice. Normally, she would have shouted at him and told him to mind his own business. But this time she didn't want to. It mattered that he cared, for a reason she couldn't figure out. 'What the hell is going on?' She thought.
"Christina?" He said. She looked at him.
"Oh, sorry, I'm fine," she smiled appreciatively.
"Good. It's just you suddenly said you felt odd and I wanted to make sure you were all right."
"Thank you." That shocked Legolas. 'Galadriel is one hell of a sorceress!' "I'm sorry for cutting your hair, Legolas," she said. "However much you insulted me, it was uncalled for."
"It doesn't matter," he said.
"No, it does. I feel really bad about it. I wish there was a way I could make it up to you." 'There is.' He thought. 'But there is no way I'm suffering either more loss of hair or physical punishment such as that in Moria.'
"It really doesn't matter. You don't owe me anything, Christina," he said. "You shouldn't feel bad about what you did, I know I deserved it."
"All you did was insult me!" She exclaimed. "By the Valar, look what I did to you last night! That was even more uncalled for!" Thinking of all the things she'd done to him made her very angry with herself. She had been a real bitch and he still liked her. He had still come to see if she was well. 'Well, even if he won't admit it, I know one thing he wants.' She stood up.
"Nothing you have done was uncalled for. I have obviously done things to make you seek revenge. We are equal," Legolas said.
"No, we're not! And I won't be happy until we are!" He was irritating her now.
"You actually want us to be equal?" He said, disbelievingly. 'I've got to get some of this stuff off Galadriel before we leave.' She walked over to him.
"Yes, I do," she said, gently. "I know it's hard to believe after all I've done to you, but it's what I want." She placed a hand on his arm and looked up at him. "I'm really sorry Legolas."
"It doesn't-" but she silenced him with kiss. 'Galadriel, I love you!' 'Why, thank you' came a silent reply. 'ARGH! Get out of my head! Can't you see I'm busy?!' 'Well, excuse me! It's not like I want to hear your nasty, pervy thoughts about an innocent - OK, not so innocent - girl! By the way, the spell isn't permanent. Bye!' His eyes flew open in shock. 'Shit! She could snap out of it at any time! Oh well.'
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A/N: If anyone says 'Mary-Sue', I will personally kill them. It isn't one because she hasn't fallen in love with him. A love potion has brought it on, as the title says! I cannot make this a Mary-Sue because the story is called 'Not a Mary-Sue', but this works out as a good story line! Flames will be disregarded! I couldn't give a rat's arse if you don't like this fic! Don't read it if you don't like it! Anyway, just to let you know!!! Luvs Elfie xXxXx