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*
~Sorry about the delay. Been very busy lately. Enjoy~
Chapter 10~ Talking With Friends
Mariah sat down in the shadows of a hallway, tears pouring down her horrid face. She looked at her hands in the dim light and cried more. They were disgusting. She felt like a child.the little girl inside her was coming out into the open. She was a monster.a werewolf. An incurable, dreadful monster! Thoughts began swarming through her head again.everything from her life in the modern world to Middle Earth. Gimli had kept his promise, but she had broken the one she made herself. She never wanted to show anyone her form. It was her most humiliating factor and made her hate herself more.
She soon felt a presence in front of her. She knew who it was by his scent. "GO AWAY, LEGOLAS!"
"Mariah, will you listen to-?"
"NO! I wanted you to leave this alone. I BEGGED YOU.but no! You had to take this into your own hands!" Legolas could hear so many emotions in her voice that he couldn't tell if she was more angry than miserable. He sat down beside her and put an arm around her. "What are you doing?" she asked, keeping her face turned away.
"I just want to see your-"
"No.you really don't. I'm a monster."
"Please?" he asked in a begging voice. He was longing to see what she didn't want anyone to get a good look at. Mariah turned farther away and looked at the ground. "Legolas.you don't understand. If I let you take another glance at my face, you'll never be able to look at me again. You'll always see this horrible creature instead of me!" Her voice was cracking again because of her excessive crying. Legolas couldn't wait any longer. He reached his hand out to her chin and pulled her to face him. She gasped when her eyes met his and tried to pull away, but she couldn't move. This elf had blue eyes that even in little light were hypnotizing.
Legolas looked at the "monster" before him. He didn't know what to say to her. It wasn't that she terrified him or repulsed him. Her fangs didn't even faze him. It was something else entirely. "What do you see when you look at yourself like this?"
"Master Elf, are you damn blind? Don't you see what an awful thing I am? LOOK AT ME!" The elf just stroked the side of her cheek and looked into her glowing eyes. "What happened to you?"
"Do you really want to know?" she asked, turning her head away again.
"Yes."
"Okay.well.it was about five years ago. I was just an ordinary teenage girl who loved to just go out on dates, go clubbing, you know.normal stuff."
"Clubbing?" Legolas interrupted.
"It's dancing.like.oh, forget it. Anyway, some of my friends believed in witchcraft and I thought it was all bullshit. I mean.it wasn't like it could have existed.especially when done by teenage girls. They invited me over one night and we all were joking around about new spells and all other kinds of crap." Mariah stopped her story to wipe a tear away from her face and then look at Legolas. His face was full of worry and his gaze was intense. "Please continue."
"W-Well," Mariah began shakily, "They wanted a volunteer to see if they could transform someone into a creature.and.I stupidly agreed. I thought it wouldn't work. I thought it was a joke. I don't even remember what words they spoke, but I watched my beautiful figure turn into this!" she almost yelled as she gestured at herself. Legolas pulled her body close to his and held her firmly as he whispered Elvish words quietly. "So.you basically-"
"I CURSED MYSELF! I let them do this to me, not thinking it could ever happen. I didn't want it.I NEVER wanted this! After they realized that this worked, they chose not to turn me back because I had never believed."
"They weren't your friends," the elf said quietly as he rubbed her shoulder and rested his chin on her head.
"Anyway, I transform by either choice, moonlight, or certain feelings."
"So, that's why you ran from the moonlight at the lake with me."
"Correct."
"Why didn't you tell Aragorn or me? You chose to tell Gimli."
"He threatened to tell the both of you if I did not tell him what was wrong with me. I was obligated to speak of it. I vowed never to leave my home or speak of this to anyone.yet I had to break that promise to myself since you brought me here."
"I was told by Gandalf to bring you here.for you have a purpose that we are unaware of. The wizard said you would be of great assistance."
"But I am nothing but a burden.and not to mention a vile sight for eyes."
"You are not."
"Oh yes I am.and I know it, so don't hassle me with compliments." Legolas lifted her chin and stared sincerely into her eyes. Mariah became captured in his gaze, but then pulled her face away again. Even though she was nervous, she let her body relax and transformed back to her normal self. She watched Legolas' eyes travel down to her neck, where his gaze lingered longer. "What is it?" she asked worriedly.
"Can I please see it?" Legolas asked.
"See what?" she asked as Legolas reached his hand to the collar of her Elven shirt and unbuttoned the top button. "What are you doing?" she asked, her voice cracking in fear. The elf continued his task, slowly moving down her chest, but stopping before he came upon her breast. His fingers were a feather-like touch and made her shiver when he reached the gold chain that hung about her neck. He lifted the necklace out from under her shirt and then buttoned it back up. Legolas carefully studied the charm and noticed that the red charm was blood red. "Can you explain this?" he asked.
"Those so called 'friends' of mine gave it to me to remember them by.before they ditched me. I've kept it, not knowing if it was destroyed what would happen to me."
"Have you ever thought about it?"
"Thought about what?"
"Destroying it, of course."
"No.I couldn't.I don't know what.I could die! Well.actually.I could only die by silver bullets.but who knows?"
"Shh," Legolas said as he touched her cheek again and smiled. Mariah felt somewhat weak, but didn't show how she was feeling. "Now.what is it about silver?" Legolas asked.
"I have no idea why, but silver is the only thing that can kill me. Other than that, I'm an immortal. I will never age from what I am now."
"Is there a cure for this curse upon you?"
"If there was, I would have already cured myself," Mariah replied, tucking the charm back inside of her clothing. Legolas quickly pulled Mariah into a welcoming embrace and held her firmly. At first, she resisted his gesture, tensing as she felt his warmth around her. Legolas gripped her tighter, hoping she would relax, which she did. Mariah didn't see the point in resisting comfort. She wrapped her arms around him and buried her face in his silky blonde hair. He smelled heavenly, though she could not identify his scent. "Ahem," they both heard someone cough. Legolas released his friend and turned around to see Aragorn and Gimli. There was a dead silence for a moment until Mariah said, "Hey boys!"
"Miss Morgan, are you feeling better now?" Gimli asked.
"As good as I'm gonna be.for a while anyway," Mariah replied, getting to her feet and brushing off her pants, "So.you all mad at me?" Aragorn stepped forward and placed a kiss on her forehead before pulling her into a strong hug. "We were never angry at you. We're just upset that you didn't come forward with this sooner. There might be a way to save you."
"There's not, Aragorn. That's something I can say with confidence."
"What about Gandalf?" Legolas interrupted. Mariah gave him a confused look and glanced over at Gimli, who was shifting uncomfortably. "That wizard who hates me?" Mariah interrupted.
"He doesn't hate you. Why would you think that?" Aragorn asked.
"That.Gandalf.as you called him, gave me dirty looks and was the first one to become suspicious of me. He doesn't trust me. He would never help me."
"Mariah," Legolas began as he wrapped an arm around her, "He was the one who sent me to get you. He was the one who knew that you have a purpose to be fulfilled. He can help."
"Legolas, he won't help me. There's no way that he ever will.not like he could anyway."
"He'll help, but right now we must focus on the battle. Let's go!"
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*
~Sorry about the delay. Been very busy lately. Enjoy~
Chapter 10~ Talking With Friends
Mariah sat down in the shadows of a hallway, tears pouring down her horrid face. She looked at her hands in the dim light and cried more. They were disgusting. She felt like a child.the little girl inside her was coming out into the open. She was a monster.a werewolf. An incurable, dreadful monster! Thoughts began swarming through her head again.everything from her life in the modern world to Middle Earth. Gimli had kept his promise, but she had broken the one she made herself. She never wanted to show anyone her form. It was her most humiliating factor and made her hate herself more.
She soon felt a presence in front of her. She knew who it was by his scent. "GO AWAY, LEGOLAS!"
"Mariah, will you listen to-?"
"NO! I wanted you to leave this alone. I BEGGED YOU.but no! You had to take this into your own hands!" Legolas could hear so many emotions in her voice that he couldn't tell if she was more angry than miserable. He sat down beside her and put an arm around her. "What are you doing?" she asked, keeping her face turned away.
"I just want to see your-"
"No.you really don't. I'm a monster."
"Please?" he asked in a begging voice. He was longing to see what she didn't want anyone to get a good look at. Mariah turned farther away and looked at the ground. "Legolas.you don't understand. If I let you take another glance at my face, you'll never be able to look at me again. You'll always see this horrible creature instead of me!" Her voice was cracking again because of her excessive crying. Legolas couldn't wait any longer. He reached his hand out to her chin and pulled her to face him. She gasped when her eyes met his and tried to pull away, but she couldn't move. This elf had blue eyes that even in little light were hypnotizing.
Legolas looked at the "monster" before him. He didn't know what to say to her. It wasn't that she terrified him or repulsed him. Her fangs didn't even faze him. It was something else entirely. "What do you see when you look at yourself like this?"
"Master Elf, are you damn blind? Don't you see what an awful thing I am? LOOK AT ME!" The elf just stroked the side of her cheek and looked into her glowing eyes. "What happened to you?"
"Do you really want to know?" she asked, turning her head away again.
"Yes."
"Okay.well.it was about five years ago. I was just an ordinary teenage girl who loved to just go out on dates, go clubbing, you know.normal stuff."
"Clubbing?" Legolas interrupted.
"It's dancing.like.oh, forget it. Anyway, some of my friends believed in witchcraft and I thought it was all bullshit. I mean.it wasn't like it could have existed.especially when done by teenage girls. They invited me over one night and we all were joking around about new spells and all other kinds of crap." Mariah stopped her story to wipe a tear away from her face and then look at Legolas. His face was full of worry and his gaze was intense. "Please continue."
"W-Well," Mariah began shakily, "They wanted a volunteer to see if they could transform someone into a creature.and.I stupidly agreed. I thought it wouldn't work. I thought it was a joke. I don't even remember what words they spoke, but I watched my beautiful figure turn into this!" she almost yelled as she gestured at herself. Legolas pulled her body close to his and held her firmly as he whispered Elvish words quietly. "So.you basically-"
"I CURSED MYSELF! I let them do this to me, not thinking it could ever happen. I didn't want it.I NEVER wanted this! After they realized that this worked, they chose not to turn me back because I had never believed."
"They weren't your friends," the elf said quietly as he rubbed her shoulder and rested his chin on her head.
"Anyway, I transform by either choice, moonlight, or certain feelings."
"So, that's why you ran from the moonlight at the lake with me."
"Correct."
"Why didn't you tell Aragorn or me? You chose to tell Gimli."
"He threatened to tell the both of you if I did not tell him what was wrong with me. I was obligated to speak of it. I vowed never to leave my home or speak of this to anyone.yet I had to break that promise to myself since you brought me here."
"I was told by Gandalf to bring you here.for you have a purpose that we are unaware of. The wizard said you would be of great assistance."
"But I am nothing but a burden.and not to mention a vile sight for eyes."
"You are not."
"Oh yes I am.and I know it, so don't hassle me with compliments." Legolas lifted her chin and stared sincerely into her eyes. Mariah became captured in his gaze, but then pulled her face away again. Even though she was nervous, she let her body relax and transformed back to her normal self. She watched Legolas' eyes travel down to her neck, where his gaze lingered longer. "What is it?" she asked worriedly.
"Can I please see it?" Legolas asked.
"See what?" she asked as Legolas reached his hand to the collar of her Elven shirt and unbuttoned the top button. "What are you doing?" she asked, her voice cracking in fear. The elf continued his task, slowly moving down her chest, but stopping before he came upon her breast. His fingers were a feather-like touch and made her shiver when he reached the gold chain that hung about her neck. He lifted the necklace out from under her shirt and then buttoned it back up. Legolas carefully studied the charm and noticed that the red charm was blood red. "Can you explain this?" he asked.
"Those so called 'friends' of mine gave it to me to remember them by.before they ditched me. I've kept it, not knowing if it was destroyed what would happen to me."
"Have you ever thought about it?"
"Thought about what?"
"Destroying it, of course."
"No.I couldn't.I don't know what.I could die! Well.actually.I could only die by silver bullets.but who knows?"
"Shh," Legolas said as he touched her cheek again and smiled. Mariah felt somewhat weak, but didn't show how she was feeling. "Now.what is it about silver?" Legolas asked.
"I have no idea why, but silver is the only thing that can kill me. Other than that, I'm an immortal. I will never age from what I am now."
"Is there a cure for this curse upon you?"
"If there was, I would have already cured myself," Mariah replied, tucking the charm back inside of her clothing. Legolas quickly pulled Mariah into a welcoming embrace and held her firmly. At first, she resisted his gesture, tensing as she felt his warmth around her. Legolas gripped her tighter, hoping she would relax, which she did. Mariah didn't see the point in resisting comfort. She wrapped her arms around him and buried her face in his silky blonde hair. He smelled heavenly, though she could not identify his scent. "Ahem," they both heard someone cough. Legolas released his friend and turned around to see Aragorn and Gimli. There was a dead silence for a moment until Mariah said, "Hey boys!"
"Miss Morgan, are you feeling better now?" Gimli asked.
"As good as I'm gonna be.for a while anyway," Mariah replied, getting to her feet and brushing off her pants, "So.you all mad at me?" Aragorn stepped forward and placed a kiss on her forehead before pulling her into a strong hug. "We were never angry at you. We're just upset that you didn't come forward with this sooner. There might be a way to save you."
"There's not, Aragorn. That's something I can say with confidence."
"What about Gandalf?" Legolas interrupted. Mariah gave him a confused look and glanced over at Gimli, who was shifting uncomfortably. "That wizard who hates me?" Mariah interrupted.
"He doesn't hate you. Why would you think that?" Aragorn asked.
"That.Gandalf.as you called him, gave me dirty looks and was the first one to become suspicious of me. He doesn't trust me. He would never help me."
"Mariah," Legolas began as he wrapped an arm around her, "He was the one who sent me to get you. He was the one who knew that you have a purpose to be fulfilled. He can help."
"Legolas, he won't help me. There's no way that he ever will.not like he could anyway."
"He'll help, but right now we must focus on the battle. Let's go!"