Chapter 4
** ... **: Legolas POV
Agarylnaer = blood sucker in Elvish
The Elf, after a few seconds of stupefaction, strode slowly to a fallen tree
and collapsed beside it with his back against the trunk.
** Darkness...my home...?
Will I only be able to gaze at the stars and moonlight...? Will I never
again feel the warmth of the sun on my skin... only a horrible burning?
What am I going to do?
Father! My Father! He must be worried sick!
And that awful taste in my mouth!**
He walked to a river of clear water just a few meters away. The sound of his
feet crushing the leaves seemed, to his ears, louder than usual. He cupped
some water in his hand but something stopped him from drinking it: his
reflection in the water.
** My teeth! They are pointy and sharp!
And my eyes! They look like those of a human who has not slept in weeks!
What is happening to me?
I cannot even think straight anymore...
Am I going to become like him? An Agarylnaer?
Or maybe I already *am* a Vampire!
Oh, by the Valar! Someone help me!
And how did the Agarylnaer know so much about the customs of the Elves?
Maybe I am not the first one he has met, or perhaps he once lived among
us...
And when I said he was not an Elf, why did he answer that I should not be so
sure? Could he once have been an Elf? Does that mean I am going to become
exactly like him?**
Legolas dropped his head and sighed heavily. He sat down on the fresh grass,
wrapped his arms about his knees, and closed his eyes in despair. The Elf
felt tears spring to his veiled blue eyes and he shut them tighter, trying
to keep the tears at bay, but still they escaped his long black lashes. He
raised a shaking hand to wipe them off, and to his horror, he realized his
tears were scarlet.
**I am weeping...blood!
What *is* happening to me?
I must go home, Ada will know what to do.
But, I cannot even remember what happened exactly!
Did I *choose* this transformation?
He was next to me...I was lying down...yes, I remember now! I straddled him
and I drank his blood!
He did not even force me!
But why? Was I going to die if I did not drink?
I was so confused; the hunger clouded my mind. I thought life would be
preferable to death, even life as a creature like him, and now I too am a
creature of darkness! I cannot even look at the sun without being burned!
No! I cannot go home...
What will Ada say? He was so proud of me!
That Vampire was right, in a way, darkness *is* my new home!
I am so ashamed! No Elf would ever accept such a thing! They would sooner
choose death!**
He cupped his hand and scooped up water once again, intending to splash it
upon his pale, red-streaked face, to cleanse away the blood that was
beginning to coagulate upon his cheeks. He stopped suddenly, and slowly
poured the water from his hand. Reaching up hesitantly, he traced two
fingers through the sticky blood upon his cheek then drew them away. He
looked for a long moment at the red droplets, fighting the urge to taste the
sweet, life-sustaining fluid.
**I must not.**
Before he was aware of any conscious intention, he found himself sucking the
blood greedily from his fingers, savoring the succulence of his scarlet
tears.
Realizing what he had done, he pounded his fist upon the ground and gave a
howl of rage and hopelessness.
**Now Legolas, calm down. It is not that bad. At least I am alive!
By Elbereth! I cannot believe what I am saying!
Yes, I am alive, but I would rather be dead!
This is horrible! I cannot think properly!
I guess I should do what he said and wait for him. It is not going to be
*that* long... Only three days.**
Legolas tried, but he could not persuade himself that his situation was not
that dire. He lay down beside the river and drifted into a troubled Elven
reverie.
Not the End Please read and review and no flames.
** ... **: Legolas POV
Agarylnaer = blood sucker in Elvish
The Elf, after a few seconds of stupefaction, strode slowly to a fallen tree
and collapsed beside it with his back against the trunk.
** Darkness...my home...?
Will I only be able to gaze at the stars and moonlight...? Will I never
again feel the warmth of the sun on my skin... only a horrible burning?
What am I going to do?
Father! My Father! He must be worried sick!
And that awful taste in my mouth!**
He walked to a river of clear water just a few meters away. The sound of his
feet crushing the leaves seemed, to his ears, louder than usual. He cupped
some water in his hand but something stopped him from drinking it: his
reflection in the water.
** My teeth! They are pointy and sharp!
And my eyes! They look like those of a human who has not slept in weeks!
What is happening to me?
I cannot even think straight anymore...
Am I going to become like him? An Agarylnaer?
Or maybe I already *am* a Vampire!
Oh, by the Valar! Someone help me!
And how did the Agarylnaer know so much about the customs of the Elves?
Maybe I am not the first one he has met, or perhaps he once lived among
us...
And when I said he was not an Elf, why did he answer that I should not be so
sure? Could he once have been an Elf? Does that mean I am going to become
exactly like him?**
Legolas dropped his head and sighed heavily. He sat down on the fresh grass,
wrapped his arms about his knees, and closed his eyes in despair. The Elf
felt tears spring to his veiled blue eyes and he shut them tighter, trying
to keep the tears at bay, but still they escaped his long black lashes. He
raised a shaking hand to wipe them off, and to his horror, he realized his
tears were scarlet.
**I am weeping...blood!
What *is* happening to me?
I must go home, Ada will know what to do.
But, I cannot even remember what happened exactly!
Did I *choose* this transformation?
He was next to me...I was lying down...yes, I remember now! I straddled him
and I drank his blood!
He did not even force me!
But why? Was I going to die if I did not drink?
I was so confused; the hunger clouded my mind. I thought life would be
preferable to death, even life as a creature like him, and now I too am a
creature of darkness! I cannot even look at the sun without being burned!
No! I cannot go home...
What will Ada say? He was so proud of me!
That Vampire was right, in a way, darkness *is* my new home!
I am so ashamed! No Elf would ever accept such a thing! They would sooner
choose death!**
He cupped his hand and scooped up water once again, intending to splash it
upon his pale, red-streaked face, to cleanse away the blood that was
beginning to coagulate upon his cheeks. He stopped suddenly, and slowly
poured the water from his hand. Reaching up hesitantly, he traced two
fingers through the sticky blood upon his cheek then drew them away. He
looked for a long moment at the red droplets, fighting the urge to taste the
sweet, life-sustaining fluid.
**I must not.**
Before he was aware of any conscious intention, he found himself sucking the
blood greedily from his fingers, savoring the succulence of his scarlet
tears.
Realizing what he had done, he pounded his fist upon the ground and gave a
howl of rage and hopelessness.
**Now Legolas, calm down. It is not that bad. At least I am alive!
By Elbereth! I cannot believe what I am saying!
Yes, I am alive, but I would rather be dead!
This is horrible! I cannot think properly!
I guess I should do what he said and wait for him. It is not going to be
*that* long... Only three days.**
Legolas tried, but he could not persuade himself that his situation was not
that dire. He lay down beside the river and drifted into a troubled Elven
reverie.
Not the End Please read and review and no flames.