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 5~ Departing and Resting
The next morning, Mariah awoke in a comfortable bed. Thoughts began to race through her mind about what had happened between Legolas and her. Legolas.just the sound of his name in her head made her shudder nervously. What was she thinking, letting him kiss her? Why did he do it? Did she enjoy it? "STOP!" she shouted out as the memories continued to pour into her head.
She had to get her mind off this elf, so she got up and walked over to the bureau, where she had left her newly found clothes. She quickly stripped her nightgown off her body and pulled on her Elven clothing. Surprisingly, they weren't as complicated to put on at they looked, but they didn't feel quite right to her. The clothes were almost skin tight and Mariah felt uncomfortable, since she wasn't the biggest fan of showing off her body. At least there were many thin layers of cloth. She quickly then pulled on her boots, slung her quiver and bow over her shoulder, tied her new sword to her waist, and tucked the knives at her belt.
Mariah then walked out her door and down the stairs and into the hall. A loud voice belonging to Háma could be heard from outside. "By order of the king, the city must empty. We make for the refuge of Helm's Deep. Do not burden yourselves with treasures. Take only what provisions you need." She ran outside and saw Gandalf, Aragorn, Legolas, and Gimli walking toward the stables, so she followed them closely. "Helm's Deep!" Gimli began, "They flee to the mountains when they should stand and fight. Who will defend them if not their king?"
"He's only doing what he thinks is best for his people. Helm's Deep has saved them in the past," Aragorn stated firmly as they all entered the stables. Mariah came in moments after and ran up next to Aragorn. "Good morning, my lady. I trust you slept well."
"I guess," she whispered as she continued to listen to the conversation Aragorn was having with Gandalf.
"There is no way out of that ravine. Théoden is walking into a trap. He thinks he's leading them to safety. What they will get is a massacre. Théoden has a strong will but I fear for him. I fear for the survival of Rohan. He will need you before the end, Aragorn. The people of Rohan will need you. The defences HAVE to hold."
"They will hold," Aragorn replied reassuringly. Mariah had never seen Aragorn so proud of something before. Gandalf stood next to his horse, Shadowfax, and stroked his white mane. "The Grey Pilgrim... that's what they used to call me. Three hundred lives of men I've walked this earth and now I have no time. With luck, my search will not be in vain. Look to my coming at first light on the fifth day. At dawn, look to the East." With those words, Shadowfax galloped out of the stables, nearly running over Legolas and Gimli. Mariah looked up at Aragorn and asked, "What did he mean by that?"
"I don't know.but Gandalf doesn't always make sense at first. Everything will come clear in due time. By the way, I have to say that you could pass for an elf maiden dressed like that."
"And what is that supposed to mean?" Mariah shot back quickly.
"It wasn't an insult. Elves are he most fair creatures in Middle Earth. He was only complimenting your beauty," Legolas interrupted. Mariah shot him a glare and felt her eyes turn yellow. She quickly closed them and relaxed until she knew the color had disappeared. When she looked back up at Legolas, his stare had turned into a study. "What happened to your eyes?"
"Nothing.I just got some dust in them and had to close them."
"If I'm not mistaken, I thought I saw them change color."
"Sometimes light can play tricks on eyes, Master Elf.even yours," Mariah said gently as she left the stables and walked back outside.
"There's no light in here to play the trick," Legolas whispered to Aragorn and he then noticed Gimli staying quiet for once.
"Gimli?" Aragorn asked. He didn't answer, but left quickly. Legolas leaned toward Aragorn and said as quietly as he could, "He knows something that we don't."
Back in the hall, Eowyn opened up a wooden chest and picked up a sword. She unsheathed it and held it up, admiring it. Eowyn then began to practice her skills. She was so focused on her talent that when she turned around and swung the blade, she was blocked by Aragorn. Her eyes widened and Aragorn slightly looked surprised at her skills. "You have some skill with a blade," he stated calmly, but challengingly. Eowyn then swung her sword and pointed it at Aragorn, giving her the upper hand. The ranger lowered his blade to his side to admit defeat. "Women of this country learned long ago: Those without swords may still die upon them. I fear neither death nor pain," Eowyn said firmly as she sheathed her sword and placed it back in the trunk.
"What do you fear, my lady?" Aragorn asked calmly. Eowyn's intense gaze met his once again and she knew he would understand her words. "A cage. To stay behind bars until use and old age accept them and all chance of valor has gone beyond recall or desire."
"You are a daughter of kings, a shield maiden of Rohan," he replied as he sheathed his knife, "I do not think that would be your fate." Eowyn's eyes glazed a little and Aragorn's stare was comforting. He then bowed to Eowyn and left her to her thoughts.
The entire city of Edoras had emptied. They travelled an entire day and King Théoden ordered a night for rest. The people of the city all huddled together in the field which was next to a small lake. There was some woodland a few yards away, so Aragorn decided to take the first watch. He sat by a tree and smoked his pipe, staring off into the darkness. All he could think about was Arwen. Earlier that day, he had looked at Eowyn and felt something. At least Arwen's calming words, "The light of the Evenstar does not wax and wane. It is mine to give to whom I will... Like my heart." He eventually dozed off and dreamt of his elf maiden.his love.
Mariah sat by the small lake, staring at the water. She was lucky that it had been another cloudy night, with no moonlight to taunt her. She looked at her reflection and a tear rolled down her face. She quietly sang a relaxing song, hoping not to wake anyone:
"When the evening falls and the daylight is fading,
from within me calls - could it be I am sleeping?
For a moment I stray, then it holds me completely.
Close to home - I cannot say." What she didn't know was that Legolas was still awake. He was lying next to Aragorn and his sensitive hearing caught her depressing, but beautiful words.
"Close to home feeling so far away.
As I walk there before me a shadow
from another world, where no other can follow.
Carry me to my own, to where I can cross over...
close to home - I cannot say.
Close to home feeling so far away." Mariah didn't even notice that Legolas had come within only two feet of her. He stood behind her and continued to listen. Her voice was beginning to crack between words because of her sadness. Legolas could feel her torment, but he did not know why she was so miserable.
"Forever searching; never right,
I am lost in oceans of night.
Forever hoping I can find memories.
those memories I left behind.
Even though I leave will I go on believing
that this time is real - am I lost in this feeling?
Like a child passing through, never knowing the reason.
I am home - I know the way.
I am home - feeling oh, so far away."
~Enya "Evening Falls" With those final words, Mariah silenced herself and looked up at the sky. This new world was not what she had expected it to be, but she was having such a hard time hiding her dark secret. "You sang beautifully, Arwenamin (My lady)," a cool voice said from behind her. Mariah whipped her head around and saw her elf companion standing there.
"Were you listening?"
"Yes," Legolas said as he sat down beside the woman, "And I think you are quite talented."
"Thanks, but no.I'm not."
"Of course you are.as well as vanima," Legolas said as he lifted her chin so that her green eyes met his soothing blue ones. Mariah panicked and fell deeper into his gaze. "What does vanima mean?" she asked.
"Beautiful.for that is what you are." Legolas leaned toward her, but she turned her face and Legolas kissed the corner of her mouth. "Master Elf, I'm flattered, but I.I HAVE TO MOVE!"
"What's wrong?" he asked. Mariah's eyes focused on the moving clouds and she saw moonlight shining on the lake. Within moments it would be on her, so she stood up and ran into the woods. "Mariah!" he yelled as he ran after her and found her sitting in the shadows of the trees where the light wouldn't touch her. "Come on, we have to get out of here and stay with the group. It's not safe," Legolas said as he extended his hand to her. She shook her head and backed farther into the darkness. "Just leave me here.I can handle myself."
"It's too dangerous, Arwenamin (My lady). Orcs could attack you at any moment."
"I'll be fine. I promise you that." Legolas realized that if he tried to drag her, she could fight back, so he sat down next to her and put an arm over her shoulder. "Okay, since you won't come with me, I'll stay here with you.if you'll trust me."
"I do.I do trust you," Mariah whispered as she rested her head on Legolas' chest and fell to sleep. The elf could feel her body relax against him and he slept lightly with his head rested on hers the entire night.
Chapter 5~ Departing and Resting
The next morning, Mariah awoke in a comfortable bed. Thoughts began to race through her mind about what had happened between Legolas and her. Legolas.just the sound of his name in her head made her shudder nervously. What was she thinking, letting him kiss her? Why did he do it? Did she enjoy it? "STOP!" she shouted out as the memories continued to pour into her head.
She had to get her mind off this elf, so she got up and walked over to the bureau, where she had left her newly found clothes. She quickly stripped her nightgown off her body and pulled on her Elven clothing. Surprisingly, they weren't as complicated to put on at they looked, but they didn't feel quite right to her. The clothes were almost skin tight and Mariah felt uncomfortable, since she wasn't the biggest fan of showing off her body. At least there were many thin layers of cloth. She quickly then pulled on her boots, slung her quiver and bow over her shoulder, tied her new sword to her waist, and tucked the knives at her belt.
Mariah then walked out her door and down the stairs and into the hall. A loud voice belonging to Háma could be heard from outside. "By order of the king, the city must empty. We make for the refuge of Helm's Deep. Do not burden yourselves with treasures. Take only what provisions you need." She ran outside and saw Gandalf, Aragorn, Legolas, and Gimli walking toward the stables, so she followed them closely. "Helm's Deep!" Gimli began, "They flee to the mountains when they should stand and fight. Who will defend them if not their king?"
"He's only doing what he thinks is best for his people. Helm's Deep has saved them in the past," Aragorn stated firmly as they all entered the stables. Mariah came in moments after and ran up next to Aragorn. "Good morning, my lady. I trust you slept well."
"I guess," she whispered as she continued to listen to the conversation Aragorn was having with Gandalf.
"There is no way out of that ravine. Théoden is walking into a trap. He thinks he's leading them to safety. What they will get is a massacre. Théoden has a strong will but I fear for him. I fear for the survival of Rohan. He will need you before the end, Aragorn. The people of Rohan will need you. The defences HAVE to hold."
"They will hold," Aragorn replied reassuringly. Mariah had never seen Aragorn so proud of something before. Gandalf stood next to his horse, Shadowfax, and stroked his white mane. "The Grey Pilgrim... that's what they used to call me. Three hundred lives of men I've walked this earth and now I have no time. With luck, my search will not be in vain. Look to my coming at first light on the fifth day. At dawn, look to the East." With those words, Shadowfax galloped out of the stables, nearly running over Legolas and Gimli. Mariah looked up at Aragorn and asked, "What did he mean by that?"
"I don't know.but Gandalf doesn't always make sense at first. Everything will come clear in due time. By the way, I have to say that you could pass for an elf maiden dressed like that."
"And what is that supposed to mean?" Mariah shot back quickly.
"It wasn't an insult. Elves are he most fair creatures in Middle Earth. He was only complimenting your beauty," Legolas interrupted. Mariah shot him a glare and felt her eyes turn yellow. She quickly closed them and relaxed until she knew the color had disappeared. When she looked back up at Legolas, his stare had turned into a study. "What happened to your eyes?"
"Nothing.I just got some dust in them and had to close them."
"If I'm not mistaken, I thought I saw them change color."
"Sometimes light can play tricks on eyes, Master Elf.even yours," Mariah said gently as she left the stables and walked back outside.
"There's no light in here to play the trick," Legolas whispered to Aragorn and he then noticed Gimli staying quiet for once.
"Gimli?" Aragorn asked. He didn't answer, but left quickly. Legolas leaned toward Aragorn and said as quietly as he could, "He knows something that we don't."
Back in the hall, Eowyn opened up a wooden chest and picked up a sword. She unsheathed it and held it up, admiring it. Eowyn then began to practice her skills. She was so focused on her talent that when she turned around and swung the blade, she was blocked by Aragorn. Her eyes widened and Aragorn slightly looked surprised at her skills. "You have some skill with a blade," he stated calmly, but challengingly. Eowyn then swung her sword and pointed it at Aragorn, giving her the upper hand. The ranger lowered his blade to his side to admit defeat. "Women of this country learned long ago: Those without swords may still die upon them. I fear neither death nor pain," Eowyn said firmly as she sheathed her sword and placed it back in the trunk.
"What do you fear, my lady?" Aragorn asked calmly. Eowyn's intense gaze met his once again and she knew he would understand her words. "A cage. To stay behind bars until use and old age accept them and all chance of valor has gone beyond recall or desire."
"You are a daughter of kings, a shield maiden of Rohan," he replied as he sheathed his knife, "I do not think that would be your fate." Eowyn's eyes glazed a little and Aragorn's stare was comforting. He then bowed to Eowyn and left her to her thoughts.
The entire city of Edoras had emptied. They travelled an entire day and King Théoden ordered a night for rest. The people of the city all huddled together in the field which was next to a small lake. There was some woodland a few yards away, so Aragorn decided to take the first watch. He sat by a tree and smoked his pipe, staring off into the darkness. All he could think about was Arwen. Earlier that day, he had looked at Eowyn and felt something. At least Arwen's calming words, "The light of the Evenstar does not wax and wane. It is mine to give to whom I will... Like my heart." He eventually dozed off and dreamt of his elf maiden.his love.
Mariah sat by the small lake, staring at the water. She was lucky that it had been another cloudy night, with no moonlight to taunt her. She looked at her reflection and a tear rolled down her face. She quietly sang a relaxing song, hoping not to wake anyone:
"When the evening falls and the daylight is fading,
from within me calls - could it be I am sleeping?
For a moment I stray, then it holds me completely.
Close to home - I cannot say." What she didn't know was that Legolas was still awake. He was lying next to Aragorn and his sensitive hearing caught her depressing, but beautiful words.
"Close to home feeling so far away.
As I walk there before me a shadow
from another world, where no other can follow.
Carry me to my own, to where I can cross over...
close to home - I cannot say.
Close to home feeling so far away." Mariah didn't even notice that Legolas had come within only two feet of her. He stood behind her and continued to listen. Her voice was beginning to crack between words because of her sadness. Legolas could feel her torment, but he did not know why she was so miserable.
"Forever searching; never right,
I am lost in oceans of night.
Forever hoping I can find memories.
those memories I left behind.
Even though I leave will I go on believing
that this time is real - am I lost in this feeling?
Like a child passing through, never knowing the reason.
I am home - I know the way.
I am home - feeling oh, so far away."
~Enya "Evening Falls" With those final words, Mariah silenced herself and looked up at the sky. This new world was not what she had expected it to be, but she was having such a hard time hiding her dark secret. "You sang beautifully, Arwenamin (My lady)," a cool voice said from behind her. Mariah whipped her head around and saw her elf companion standing there.
"Were you listening?"
"Yes," Legolas said as he sat down beside the woman, "And I think you are quite talented."
"Thanks, but no.I'm not."
"Of course you are.as well as vanima," Legolas said as he lifted her chin so that her green eyes met his soothing blue ones. Mariah panicked and fell deeper into his gaze. "What does vanima mean?" she asked.
"Beautiful.for that is what you are." Legolas leaned toward her, but she turned her face and Legolas kissed the corner of her mouth. "Master Elf, I'm flattered, but I.I HAVE TO MOVE!"
"What's wrong?" he asked. Mariah's eyes focused on the moving clouds and she saw moonlight shining on the lake. Within moments it would be on her, so she stood up and ran into the woods. "Mariah!" he yelled as he ran after her and found her sitting in the shadows of the trees where the light wouldn't touch her. "Come on, we have to get out of here and stay with the group. It's not safe," Legolas said as he extended his hand to her. She shook her head and backed farther into the darkness. "Just leave me here.I can handle myself."
"It's too dangerous, Arwenamin (My lady). Orcs could attack you at any moment."
"I'll be fine. I promise you that." Legolas realized that if he tried to drag her, she could fight back, so he sat down next to her and put an arm over her shoulder. "Okay, since you won't come with me, I'll stay here with you.if you'll trust me."
"I do.I do trust you," Mariah whispered as she rested her head on Legolas' chest and fell to sleep. The elf could feel her body relax against him and he slept lightly with his head rested on hers the entire night.