A/N: i realize arranged marriages did not happen often in m.e., but it was required to make my story work. btw, all kinds of reviews are welcome...but if you want to flame me, please give substantial evidence as to why i "suck at writing." also, i am currently working on a companion to this story, and if anyone has suggestions, they can e-mail me at lonelystarr247@yahoo.com. thanks for reading. sere mi eru...lady scribe of avandell
p.s. **disclaimer: i have no claim to tolkien's work. i don't even own the main character. only her personality. i also own mista, aphadon, and ara. that is all. goodbye.
Prologue
November, T. A. 3020
Lothiriel looked out at the dreary skies. It was snowing. Again. She sighed and turned back to the warm glow of her Rivendell quarters. The halls of the Elves were always comforting even when the weather out-of-doors was at its worst. Lothiriel knew this well; she had been there for nearly twelve years.
A knock came from the door. "Lady?" called the Elf as he entered the room.
"Yes, Aphadon?"
"A message arrived this morning for you. Lord Elrond asked me to deliver it to you. I believe it is from Dol Amroth." Lothiriel's heart leapt. A message had finally come! Perhaps she was to return to the sea at last.
"I thank you, Aphadon," she said, taking the letter. Lothiriel opened the message bearing the crest of her father, Lord Imrahil. It read:
14 November, T. A. 3019
My dearest daughter,
I have wonderful news! We have deemed it safe for your return home. The roads are still treacherous, but a good company of travelers is coming to Rivendell. Mista has found a stout group of well-trained people to accompany her.
I also am very pleased to let you know that I have found you a husband. He is Eomer, King of the Mark. The wedding is set for Midsummer.
Your mother and I await your return with great anticipation.
Valar bless,
Lord Imrahil
Shaking, Lothiriel sat quickly.
"Bad news, Lady?" asked Aphadon.
Taking a deep breath, she answered, "My father has found me a husband, Eomer. We will be wed on Midsummer. Mista is coming to take me home." She turned and smiled at Aphadon. "I will be returning to the sea! Father says they shall be here in a few weeks. I only pray that good weather will be with them."
"Would you have me tell Lord Elrond?"
"Would you? Thank you, Aphadon." The messenger bowed and exited silently.
p.s. **disclaimer: i have no claim to tolkien's work. i don't even own the main character. only her personality. i also own mista, aphadon, and ara. that is all. goodbye.
Prologue
November, T. A. 3020
Lothiriel looked out at the dreary skies. It was snowing. Again. She sighed and turned back to the warm glow of her Rivendell quarters. The halls of the Elves were always comforting even when the weather out-of-doors was at its worst. Lothiriel knew this well; she had been there for nearly twelve years.
A knock came from the door. "Lady?" called the Elf as he entered the room.
"Yes, Aphadon?"
"A message arrived this morning for you. Lord Elrond asked me to deliver it to you. I believe it is from Dol Amroth." Lothiriel's heart leapt. A message had finally come! Perhaps she was to return to the sea at last.
"I thank you, Aphadon," she said, taking the letter. Lothiriel opened the message bearing the crest of her father, Lord Imrahil. It read:
14 November, T. A. 3019
My dearest daughter,
I have wonderful news! We have deemed it safe for your return home. The roads are still treacherous, but a good company of travelers is coming to Rivendell. Mista has found a stout group of well-trained people to accompany her.
I also am very pleased to let you know that I have found you a husband. He is Eomer, King of the Mark. The wedding is set for Midsummer.
Your mother and I await your return with great anticipation.
Valar bless,
Lord Imrahil
Shaking, Lothiriel sat quickly.
"Bad news, Lady?" asked Aphadon.
Taking a deep breath, she answered, "My father has found me a husband, Eomer. We will be wed on Midsummer. Mista is coming to take me home." She turned and smiled at Aphadon. "I will be returning to the sea! Father says they shall be here in a few weeks. I only pray that good weather will be with them."
"Would you have me tell Lord Elrond?"
"Would you? Thank you, Aphadon." The messenger bowed and exited silently.