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*
~YAY! I managed to get another chapter in! Hopefully I can get more done before school, but otherwise my updates might be slower. Please read the Author's Note at the end of the chapter when you finish. It's quite important~
Chapter 14~ Post Battle
The Battle of Helms Deep had finally come to an end. They had finally won. Legolas rode back into the Hornburg with Mariah still sitting in front of him. She had her head resting on his chest and was peacefully sleeping. When he finally reached the stairs, he dismounted Arod and helped Mariah down, but when he did, the creature had turned back into the beautiful woman that she was. She smiled when she got down and stayed in his arms for a moment before walking into the hall.
When Mariah walked through the doors, she came face to face with Haldir, who was smiling at her. "Um...I don't mean to b rude, but could I possible get by?" she asked quietly.
"I believe this is yours, my lady," the elf warrior said as he held out an Elven sword. Mariah gracefully took it and looked it over. "I thought I'd lost it."
"You did, my lady," Legolas interrupted from behind her, "In the battle." Mariah looked up at Haldir and smiled, bowing her head and walking past him. Legolas stepped up next to his friend and smiled as he saw Mariah walk off toward the armory. Haldir glanced at Legolas and noticed that he was staring at the same spot where the girl had vanished. "You like her."
"What?" Legolas asked, staring at Haldir.
"You like her, don't you?"
"What are you talking about?" Haldir smirked and crossed his arms. "You think it's not obvious to one who knows you so well? You enjoy her company."
"Yes, I do...but that does not mean that I like her in any other way," Legolas replied nervously. Haldir shook his head and then his smile faded away. "What is it, Haldir?"
"Legolas, what is she?"
"What do you mean?"
"You can't tell me that you haven't noticed. She's beautiful now yes, one of the most amazing women I've seen in all my days...but what about during battle?"
"She's a werewolf, Master Haldir," a husky voice said from behind them. Haldir and Legolas whipped around to see Gandalf standing there. They bowed their heads to him and then gave him questioning looks. "Mithrandir, what do you mean?" Haldir asked, "Werewolves are evil creatures."
"She has a rare case of the disease. She only changes by moonlight of will, but is not evil...is she, Legolas?" The elf shook his head. "What are you all talking about?" Théoden's voice interrupted as he stepped forward.
"Nothing, King Théoden," Haldir replied.
"If it takes place in this hall, it must be serious...now speak up!" The elves and the wizard exchanged glances and then looked at the king. "Well?" he insisted.
"Alright...we are speaking of Miss Mariah Morgan."
"Ah, the one who travelled with you when you first arrived, Mithrandir?"
"Correct, Théoden. She is not everything that she seems, as you may have noticed."
"Oh, you mean a monster!"
"Silence, Théoden!" Legolas yelled, "Do you want her to her you speaking about her like this?" The king gave the elf a hard look. "I apologize if I've offended you, but you must not speak of her in such ways."
"Legolas, you have to understand...she is a monster," Théoden said quietly.
"But she saved me," Haldir interrupted, "And aided us in battle."
"We will let her live then, but is she so much as-"
"She won't," Legolas interrupted.
Meanwhile, Mariah was in the armory, polishing her weapons. She had changed into a long maroon dress Eowyn had lent her. It wasn't very low- cut, but it showed just enough of her upper chest to attract attention. It was laced with gold trim and a gold tie hung around her waist, outlining her body in all the right places. Her wolf charm hung around her neck and she had pulled back the top layer of her dark hair in a bun, letting the rest hang down her back in waves and curls. She suddenly felt someone behind her. "Nice to see you, Haldir," she said knowingly.
"How'd you know it was me?" he asked as she turned around to face him.
"I just knew," she said with a smile, "Now please sit so I may address that wound of yours." Haldir smiled and sat down on a chair. "Diola lle (Thank you)," he whispered.
"What?" Mariah asked as she picked up a bowl of water and some cloth, setting them down on a table beside the elf. She pulled up a chair and sat in front of him, taking the armor off his arm. "I said thank you."
"Oh, you're welcome," Mariah replied as she dipped a piece of cloth in the water, "Now would you be so kind as to lift up your sleeve?" Haldir nodded and complied, revealing a rather deep gash. Mariah cringed, but then wrung out the wet cloth and placed it on the elf's arm. He hissed as the water entered his wound, but Mariah pressed forcefully on it to keep the blood from seeping out too much. Just then, Aragorn entered the room and came up behind Mariah, placing his hands on her shoulders. "Attending to my friend, are you?" he asked.
"Yes, but the wound might already be infected. It's causing him more pain than it should. Do you have any antiseptic?" Mariah asked, her attention focused on the wound. Blood was beginning to seep through the cloth. She picked up another one and dipped in into the water before pressing it on the wound again. "What do you mean 'antiseptic'?" Aragorn asked.
"Anything that prevents infection or spread of a disease." The ranger smiled and went over to his bag, pulling out some green leaves and placing them on the table beside the bowl. "What's that?" Mariah asked.
"Athelas...I used some of it on Frodo when he was stabbed by a Morgul blade on Weathertop."
"Who's Frodo?" she asked.
"A hobbit on his way to Mount Doom to destroy the One Ring."
"We're in the middle of a war?" Mariah asked worriedly as she took a piece of the leaf, wet it, and placed it in Haldir's gash. He jumped at the pain, but kept as still as he could while Mariah cleaned up the blood that had gotten all over his arm. She motioned for Aragorn to hand her a clean cloth, which he did. "Yes, we are in war. You didn't know?" The girl shook her head as she wrapped the cloth around Haldir's arm and tied a tight knot to keep it secure. She then took his armor and placed it back over his arm.
"Just be careful, Haldir," she said quietly as she stood up and cleaned her hands in a bowl of clean water and then dried her hands. She then felt someone's hands on her shoulders and turned around to see Haldir holding onto her. "Thank you," he whispered as he bent down and kissed her cheek. He had suddenly left just as quickly as he had arrived. Aragorn then looked at Mariah, who smiled at him and bowed her head. "You saved my friend, didn't you?" he asked.
"I did my best," Mariah replied. Aragorn quickly embraced her and kissed her forehead. "I thank you so much for what you have done."
"It was no trouble, but do you happen to know where your other elf friend has gone to?"
"I believe he went in search of Gimli. He said something about a tally." Mariah's eyes lit up and she darted out of the room to find them.
At that moment, Gimli was sitting atop a dead Uruk, smoking his pipe. He was enjoying his moment of relaxation. Suddenly, he noticed Legolas walking proudly up to him with a smile on his face. "Final count," the elf said as he inspected his bow, "Forty-two."
"Forty-two?" Gimli asked, "Oh...that's not bad for a pointy-eared Elvish princeling. I myself am sitting pretty on forty-three," he said as he puffed his pipe. Legolas quickly notched an arrow and hit the dead Uruk right between where Gimli's legs were. The dwarf looked at him with shocked eyes when the elf said, "Forty-three."
"He was already dead," Gimli said gruffly.
"He was twitching."
"He was twitching, 'cause he's got my axe imbedded in his nervous system," Gimli shouted as he gripped the axe that lay in the Uruk's head and moved it. Sure enough, the dead creature moved. Legolas gave him a dirty look until her felt a hand on his shoulder. He turned his head to see Mariah standing there with a smile on her face. "I see you've changed into a dress again."
"Well, I couldn't very well walk around in my clothes that were covered in orc blood now could I, Legolas?" she asked with a grin. The elf chuckled and then looked back at Gimli. "Mariah, Gimli says that I didn't tie him in battle because I shot an Uruk that was twitching, though he was supposedly dead already."
"Legolas, I suppose that 'technically' you may have tied him since he was still moving, but Gimli might have actually won."
"Ah ha! Ya see, Master Elf...I won!" Legolas gave him a glare and then crossed his arms, looking at Mariah. "How many did you score, Legolas?" Mariah asked.
"Forty-two...but I say it WAS forty-three."
"And you, Gimli?" she asked.
"Forty-three of course!" he said proudly as he raised his arms in victory. Mariah suddenly burst out laughing. "What's so funny, my lady?" Legolas asked, unfolding his arms.
"You both are fantastic warriors and only got up to forty-three tops?" she asked in hysterics. They both nodded. "Well, you have nothing to argue with each other about since I know someone else who beat you with a record of fifty!"
"Was it Aragorn?" Gimli asked.
"Haldir, maybe?" Legolas questioned. Mariah shook her head and pointed to herself. Both of her companions looked at her suspiciously. She was smiling and nodding her head. "How?" Gimli asked as he stood up. Mariah just shrugged and put on a prouder face. Before she could even blink, she found herself on the ground with Legolas on top of her. He gripped her shoulders as she began to struggle and held her down. "L-Legolas...w-what are y-you doing?" Mariah stuttered. A sly smile crossed his lips. "Legolas?" she asked again. He immediately grabbed her hips and tickled her. She started to scream loudly and squirm. "Are you sure you won now?" he asked.
"Y-Yes...but s-stop L-L-Legolas!" she croaked out between laughs. He had her exactly where he wanted her...at his mercy. "Are you sure?" he said again as he continued to torture her.
"Okay...okay!" she yelled.
"Okay what?" the elf asked slyly as he stopped and just held onto her waist. Mariah gave him a smirk and he smiled, getting up and then extending his hand out to her. She charmingly accepted it and was pulled to her feet. She brushed off her dress and then crossed her arms. "What was the point of doing that to me?" she asked. Legolas stepped closer to her and blew cool breath around her ear, sending a chill up her spine. "Just a little fun," he whispered as he pulled away and smiled.
Later on that day, Gandalf, Théoden, Éomer, Aragorn, Gimli, Legolas, Haldir, and Mariah all rode on horses over to the hill that faced Mordor. Gandalf sat on Shadowfax, Théoden, Éomer, and Haldir had their own horses, but Gimli sat behind Aragorn and Mariah sat in front of Legolas. "Sauron's wrath will be terrible, his retribution swift," Gandalf said, "The battle for Helm's Deep is over. The battle for Middle-earth is about to begin. All our hopes now lie with two little hobbits...somewhere in the wilderness."
Legolas leaned over Mariah's shoulder and saw that she was looking at Mordor intensely. The colors of fire and all evil could be seen in the distance over the hills and valleys that lay below them. Mariah gulped and then felt Legolas' hand on her waist. She sighed contently and leaned back against his chest, knowing that she was safe. Everyone looked at Gandalf who said, "Come, we ride to Isengard."
~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~
IMPORTANT A/N:
Normally I don't leave an author's note at the end of a chapter, but I feel that I must. This story is far from ended. I still must go through the "Return of the King" before I can end this story. Also, I may have a sequel in mind...but I still need to finish this story and see if I have a good enough idea and if I have the time to write it.
~VOTING TIME~ I need your opinions now, my faithful reviewers. I have two options. If you haven't seen the "Return of the King" or haven't read the book, you might be confused. First of all, the next story will be FULL of SPOILERS, so keep that in mind. I will post a note at the beginning of the next chapter to remind you all.
Anyway, Mariah will be faced with a decision. She will have to choose between:
Traveling to Minas Tirith with Gandalf and Pippin Staying with Legolas, Aragorn, and Gimli. You must choose one of the two
You must choose just ONE and give me the reason why you believe she should go with whoever the person is. If you cannot come to a decision, please give me a reason or explanation for each. This would be most appreciated. Please post your choice in your review.
I'm not sure about what my final choice will be, but your vote will make my choice easier. I will be able to write about two more chapters, but once we reach the Pippin and the Palantir part, I will NEED to have come to a decision. Your help would be wonderful. Thank you.
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*
~YAY! I managed to get another chapter in! Hopefully I can get more done before school, but otherwise my updates might be slower. Please read the Author's Note at the end of the chapter when you finish. It's quite important~
Chapter 14~ Post Battle
The Battle of Helms Deep had finally come to an end. They had finally won. Legolas rode back into the Hornburg with Mariah still sitting in front of him. She had her head resting on his chest and was peacefully sleeping. When he finally reached the stairs, he dismounted Arod and helped Mariah down, but when he did, the creature had turned back into the beautiful woman that she was. She smiled when she got down and stayed in his arms for a moment before walking into the hall.
When Mariah walked through the doors, she came face to face with Haldir, who was smiling at her. "Um...I don't mean to b rude, but could I possible get by?" she asked quietly.
"I believe this is yours, my lady," the elf warrior said as he held out an Elven sword. Mariah gracefully took it and looked it over. "I thought I'd lost it."
"You did, my lady," Legolas interrupted from behind her, "In the battle." Mariah looked up at Haldir and smiled, bowing her head and walking past him. Legolas stepped up next to his friend and smiled as he saw Mariah walk off toward the armory. Haldir glanced at Legolas and noticed that he was staring at the same spot where the girl had vanished. "You like her."
"What?" Legolas asked, staring at Haldir.
"You like her, don't you?"
"What are you talking about?" Haldir smirked and crossed his arms. "You think it's not obvious to one who knows you so well? You enjoy her company."
"Yes, I do...but that does not mean that I like her in any other way," Legolas replied nervously. Haldir shook his head and then his smile faded away. "What is it, Haldir?"
"Legolas, what is she?"
"What do you mean?"
"You can't tell me that you haven't noticed. She's beautiful now yes, one of the most amazing women I've seen in all my days...but what about during battle?"
"She's a werewolf, Master Haldir," a husky voice said from behind them. Haldir and Legolas whipped around to see Gandalf standing there. They bowed their heads to him and then gave him questioning looks. "Mithrandir, what do you mean?" Haldir asked, "Werewolves are evil creatures."
"She has a rare case of the disease. She only changes by moonlight of will, but is not evil...is she, Legolas?" The elf shook his head. "What are you all talking about?" Théoden's voice interrupted as he stepped forward.
"Nothing, King Théoden," Haldir replied.
"If it takes place in this hall, it must be serious...now speak up!" The elves and the wizard exchanged glances and then looked at the king. "Well?" he insisted.
"Alright...we are speaking of Miss Mariah Morgan."
"Ah, the one who travelled with you when you first arrived, Mithrandir?"
"Correct, Théoden. She is not everything that she seems, as you may have noticed."
"Oh, you mean a monster!"
"Silence, Théoden!" Legolas yelled, "Do you want her to her you speaking about her like this?" The king gave the elf a hard look. "I apologize if I've offended you, but you must not speak of her in such ways."
"Legolas, you have to understand...she is a monster," Théoden said quietly.
"But she saved me," Haldir interrupted, "And aided us in battle."
"We will let her live then, but is she so much as-"
"She won't," Legolas interrupted.
Meanwhile, Mariah was in the armory, polishing her weapons. She had changed into a long maroon dress Eowyn had lent her. It wasn't very low- cut, but it showed just enough of her upper chest to attract attention. It was laced with gold trim and a gold tie hung around her waist, outlining her body in all the right places. Her wolf charm hung around her neck and she had pulled back the top layer of her dark hair in a bun, letting the rest hang down her back in waves and curls. She suddenly felt someone behind her. "Nice to see you, Haldir," she said knowingly.
"How'd you know it was me?" he asked as she turned around to face him.
"I just knew," she said with a smile, "Now please sit so I may address that wound of yours." Haldir smiled and sat down on a chair. "Diola lle (Thank you)," he whispered.
"What?" Mariah asked as she picked up a bowl of water and some cloth, setting them down on a table beside the elf. She pulled up a chair and sat in front of him, taking the armor off his arm. "I said thank you."
"Oh, you're welcome," Mariah replied as she dipped a piece of cloth in the water, "Now would you be so kind as to lift up your sleeve?" Haldir nodded and complied, revealing a rather deep gash. Mariah cringed, but then wrung out the wet cloth and placed it on the elf's arm. He hissed as the water entered his wound, but Mariah pressed forcefully on it to keep the blood from seeping out too much. Just then, Aragorn entered the room and came up behind Mariah, placing his hands on her shoulders. "Attending to my friend, are you?" he asked.
"Yes, but the wound might already be infected. It's causing him more pain than it should. Do you have any antiseptic?" Mariah asked, her attention focused on the wound. Blood was beginning to seep through the cloth. She picked up another one and dipped in into the water before pressing it on the wound again. "What do you mean 'antiseptic'?" Aragorn asked.
"Anything that prevents infection or spread of a disease." The ranger smiled and went over to his bag, pulling out some green leaves and placing them on the table beside the bowl. "What's that?" Mariah asked.
"Athelas...I used some of it on Frodo when he was stabbed by a Morgul blade on Weathertop."
"Who's Frodo?" she asked.
"A hobbit on his way to Mount Doom to destroy the One Ring."
"We're in the middle of a war?" Mariah asked worriedly as she took a piece of the leaf, wet it, and placed it in Haldir's gash. He jumped at the pain, but kept as still as he could while Mariah cleaned up the blood that had gotten all over his arm. She motioned for Aragorn to hand her a clean cloth, which he did. "Yes, we are in war. You didn't know?" The girl shook her head as she wrapped the cloth around Haldir's arm and tied a tight knot to keep it secure. She then took his armor and placed it back over his arm.
"Just be careful, Haldir," she said quietly as she stood up and cleaned her hands in a bowl of clean water and then dried her hands. She then felt someone's hands on her shoulders and turned around to see Haldir holding onto her. "Thank you," he whispered as he bent down and kissed her cheek. He had suddenly left just as quickly as he had arrived. Aragorn then looked at Mariah, who smiled at him and bowed her head. "You saved my friend, didn't you?" he asked.
"I did my best," Mariah replied. Aragorn quickly embraced her and kissed her forehead. "I thank you so much for what you have done."
"It was no trouble, but do you happen to know where your other elf friend has gone to?"
"I believe he went in search of Gimli. He said something about a tally." Mariah's eyes lit up and she darted out of the room to find them.
At that moment, Gimli was sitting atop a dead Uruk, smoking his pipe. He was enjoying his moment of relaxation. Suddenly, he noticed Legolas walking proudly up to him with a smile on his face. "Final count," the elf said as he inspected his bow, "Forty-two."
"Forty-two?" Gimli asked, "Oh...that's not bad for a pointy-eared Elvish princeling. I myself am sitting pretty on forty-three," he said as he puffed his pipe. Legolas quickly notched an arrow and hit the dead Uruk right between where Gimli's legs were. The dwarf looked at him with shocked eyes when the elf said, "Forty-three."
"He was already dead," Gimli said gruffly.
"He was twitching."
"He was twitching, 'cause he's got my axe imbedded in his nervous system," Gimli shouted as he gripped the axe that lay in the Uruk's head and moved it. Sure enough, the dead creature moved. Legolas gave him a dirty look until her felt a hand on his shoulder. He turned his head to see Mariah standing there with a smile on her face. "I see you've changed into a dress again."
"Well, I couldn't very well walk around in my clothes that were covered in orc blood now could I, Legolas?" she asked with a grin. The elf chuckled and then looked back at Gimli. "Mariah, Gimli says that I didn't tie him in battle because I shot an Uruk that was twitching, though he was supposedly dead already."
"Legolas, I suppose that 'technically' you may have tied him since he was still moving, but Gimli might have actually won."
"Ah ha! Ya see, Master Elf...I won!" Legolas gave him a glare and then crossed his arms, looking at Mariah. "How many did you score, Legolas?" Mariah asked.
"Forty-two...but I say it WAS forty-three."
"And you, Gimli?" she asked.
"Forty-three of course!" he said proudly as he raised his arms in victory. Mariah suddenly burst out laughing. "What's so funny, my lady?" Legolas asked, unfolding his arms.
"You both are fantastic warriors and only got up to forty-three tops?" she asked in hysterics. They both nodded. "Well, you have nothing to argue with each other about since I know someone else who beat you with a record of fifty!"
"Was it Aragorn?" Gimli asked.
"Haldir, maybe?" Legolas questioned. Mariah shook her head and pointed to herself. Both of her companions looked at her suspiciously. She was smiling and nodding her head. "How?" Gimli asked as he stood up. Mariah just shrugged and put on a prouder face. Before she could even blink, she found herself on the ground with Legolas on top of her. He gripped her shoulders as she began to struggle and held her down. "L-Legolas...w-what are y-you doing?" Mariah stuttered. A sly smile crossed his lips. "Legolas?" she asked again. He immediately grabbed her hips and tickled her. She started to scream loudly and squirm. "Are you sure you won now?" he asked.
"Y-Yes...but s-stop L-L-Legolas!" she croaked out between laughs. He had her exactly where he wanted her...at his mercy. "Are you sure?" he said again as he continued to torture her.
"Okay...okay!" she yelled.
"Okay what?" the elf asked slyly as he stopped and just held onto her waist. Mariah gave him a smirk and he smiled, getting up and then extending his hand out to her. She charmingly accepted it and was pulled to her feet. She brushed off her dress and then crossed her arms. "What was the point of doing that to me?" she asked. Legolas stepped closer to her and blew cool breath around her ear, sending a chill up her spine. "Just a little fun," he whispered as he pulled away and smiled.
Later on that day, Gandalf, Théoden, Éomer, Aragorn, Gimli, Legolas, Haldir, and Mariah all rode on horses over to the hill that faced Mordor. Gandalf sat on Shadowfax, Théoden, Éomer, and Haldir had their own horses, but Gimli sat behind Aragorn and Mariah sat in front of Legolas. "Sauron's wrath will be terrible, his retribution swift," Gandalf said, "The battle for Helm's Deep is over. The battle for Middle-earth is about to begin. All our hopes now lie with two little hobbits...somewhere in the wilderness."
Legolas leaned over Mariah's shoulder and saw that she was looking at Mordor intensely. The colors of fire and all evil could be seen in the distance over the hills and valleys that lay below them. Mariah gulped and then felt Legolas' hand on her waist. She sighed contently and leaned back against his chest, knowing that she was safe. Everyone looked at Gandalf who said, "Come, we ride to Isengard."
~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~
IMPORTANT A/N:
Normally I don't leave an author's note at the end of a chapter, but I feel that I must. This story is far from ended. I still must go through the "Return of the King" before I can end this story. Also, I may have a sequel in mind...but I still need to finish this story and see if I have a good enough idea and if I have the time to write it.
~VOTING TIME~ I need your opinions now, my faithful reviewers. I have two options. If you haven't seen the "Return of the King" or haven't read the book, you might be confused. First of all, the next story will be FULL of SPOILERS, so keep that in mind. I will post a note at the beginning of the next chapter to remind you all.
Anyway, Mariah will be faced with a decision. She will have to choose between:
Traveling to Minas Tirith with Gandalf and Pippin Staying with Legolas, Aragorn, and Gimli. You must choose one of the two
You must choose just ONE and give me the reason why you believe she should go with whoever the person is. If you cannot come to a decision, please give me a reason or explanation for each. This would be most appreciated. Please post your choice in your review.
I'm not sure about what my final choice will be, but your vote will make my choice easier. I will be able to write about two more chapters, but once we reach the Pippin and the Palantir part, I will NEED to have come to a decision. Your help would be wonderful. Thank you.