Hi guys! I hope you will enjoys this fanfiction! It is my first EVEN in English and even though I am not so bad there could be a few grammar or conjugation mistakes, please don't throw any rocks at me!
So I won't talk much and let you enjoy quietly!
Celebrian, wife of the lord Elrond, called her youngest daughters, who were playing calmly in their bedroom. "Nilya, Brayla, Come on! We have someone to present to you!"
The two five-years-old little girls rushed out of their room running, but stop as soon as they were out. Both of them had the blond hair of their mother, unlike Arwen, Elladan and Elrohir, who had the black hair of their father. Nilya had purple eyes while Brayla's eyes were blue.
The twin sisters followed their mother to the Great Room where they found Elrond with two person. The first was an elven lady with blond wavy hair that Brayla automatically recognized as Lady Galadriel, her grand-mother. But the man by her side was a total stranger to the young girl. He was wearing only gray clothes and had a gray hat on his head. A long beard was covering his chin.
Brayla quickly asked "Who are you?
-Brayla, Elrond told her, how many times did I told you to wait until someone give you the permission before speaking?
-Don't be mad at her, Elrond, the stranger said. She is young and has the proper curiosity of someone of her age! He turned to face the little girl. My name is Gandalf, Gandalf the Gray.
-Why are so old-looking?"
Gandalf laughed. "Because I am a wizard! And as a wizard, I don't age the same way then elves.
-Gandalf has been a friend of mine since a very long time, now, Elrond said. You can always count on him when you'll need him as he is now a friend of yours.
-You wanted to see the girls, interrupted Celebrian, visibly inpatient. Here they are.
-Yes, replied the wizard."
He moved to get in front of Nilya and examined the child for a minute. She was standing still, looking back at the wizard with a respectful look on her face. "She will be one proper Lady, that one! She'll be a real proud for you!"
His remark seemed to please her mother, however Gandalf was now facing Brayla. "That one... That one won't be like her sister. She an adventurer and you'll have a hard time getting her to obey."
That remark, Celebrian didn't like at all. "Darlings, I believe that Gandalf is done. Would you let us alone, please?"
When the both of them were gone, she started speaking again, not knowing that they were spying at the door. "How dare you to say such a thing in front of my kids?
-I told her the truth that I red in her.
-My daughter won't be an adventurer! She's a lady of Rivendell and she won't be anything else! Not an adventurer, or a warrior or any kind of anything else!
-I am sorry if I shocked you, I didn't mean to.
-Gandalf, interrupted Elrond. I think you should leave and come back another day."
Soon after, the wizard was leaving Rivendell.
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143 years later...
"Can you believe it? Nilya asked her sister, exited. We are going to get married! With twins! And one of us will rule by one of their side! Oh, I hope I will get to marry Fenrir... He's adorable! Oh but I speak too much... Your turn!
-I won't marry any of them."
Nilya laughed. "But of course, you will marry one of them, it is the deal! And you can't do anything about it, it is Father's choice.
-Father and I have an agreement. If he marries me to one of them, it is lost. He won't do that.
-Well, I guess we'll see soon enough, given that the decision has to be given in less than half an hour."
Someone knocked on the door. A guard came to tell them Elrond was waiting for them. When they got to the Great Room, Fenrir, Brenrir, Celebrian and Elrond were there, as well as the father of the twin boys. They were all sitting around a table and Elrond invited his daughters to do so. "This Lord came here, with an honest bargain. He wants to retire and asked me to marry my two youngest daughters to his own sons. He also wants me to choose which one of his sons will climb one the throne of his land and which one of my daughters will rule by his side. Is that correct?
-Yes, replied the Lord.
-Nilya asked me to marry Fenrir. And as the young lad seems to like her as well, there is my decision. You will be married to each other as you asked."
A great smile appeared on their faces but Elrond wasn't done speaking. "For what it is of the two others, I think it is clear that you are going to be together."
Brayla's heart nearly stopped. He did not dare to brake their agreement?! "And I also decided that it would be you two who would rule over the land."
That was to much for her. Keeping the calm she was taught to have in every circumstances unless she was with her direct family she asked "Could I have a moment alone with my father?
-Of course."
All left the Room excepted for Elrond, Celebrian and Brayla. Then she lost her cold blood. "What has gotten into your mind?! Did you forget our agreement?!
-Our agreement is no longer valuable.
-Why? Why do you have to do this...? It is mom's idea isn't it?
-What?
-You couldn't live with the fact that I am hard to control anymore and you decided to change me into a Lady once and for all, that's it!
-It wasn't your mother's idea, it was mine.
-But why would you do that to me? You know that I don't want to be bound to someone I don't know!
-I know it well, Brayla, but it's about time that you learn the sens of responsibility! By being a wife, a mother and a queen, maybe at last you will learn!
-But I don't need that!
-Enough! Elrond yelled, loosing his cold blood too. My decision is made and I will not come back on it! The wedding is tomorrow at the first hour, everything is already set."
Brayla left the room, running. Galadriel could keep her self-control for herself. The elf ran so far, she got out of Rivendell, into a forest, to finally reach a lake.
There was a cliff over it where she climbed. She looked down to the emptiness that stood between her and the water. That was a very long fall. The elf. Took a deep breath and putted all her courage in her legs and then jumped. At first, there was nothing. Then came a sensation, like she was flying, like she was free. It was precisely for this feeling that she jumped. Then came the fall. A long, stressful fall before she reached the water. The force of the impact and the sudden cold all around her cut her breath short. Brayla embraced the feeling and let herself sink into the clear water of the Forbidden Lake. For the first time since all the times she jumped off that cliff, she reached the bottom of the Lake. When she did, she quickly swam back to the surface and gasped for air. Then, she swam to shore and sat on the beach. She was often coming here. Every time something or someone was driving her mad. "There is a reason why it is called the Forbidden Lake."
She turned around to see Gandalf approaching. "You should not be here.
-I come here if I want. Especially if it's my last day of freedom...
-Why would that be? The wizard asked.
-My father is planning to marry me to a total stranger tomorrow...
-Didn't I put an agreement between you two?
-He doesn't care anymore... He just wants to see me on that bloody throne... Gandalf?
-Yes.
-The first time we met, Elrond told me and my sister that when we would need help, we could ask you. I need your help now, Gandalf. To save me from that marriage.
-My sweet child, I can't do anything against it. But if you want an advice, hear me out..."
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The next day was the wedding day. Every guests were in the Great Room, waiting for the bride. Everyone was nervous, Brayla would not give her hand so easily to a stranger. Then she came through the door, on her horse, riding the lady's way, both legs on one side. She was dressed in the most beautiful and pure dress of Middle Earth. Entirely white, it was made of satin and seemed to be part of her body. Brayla was even more beautiful, wearing a smile that only her knew the secret of.
As he saw her on her horse, ready to meet her husband, Elrond couldn't be more proud. Finally she would do as she was told, head up and smiling. He has been told that Gandalf came to her, the day before. The wizard was one of the rare, maybe the only, person able to reason the elven woman. No matter what he told her, Elrond was happy with it as his daughter was happy too.
When she got in front of Brenrir, she stared at his in the eyes, with the same smile on her face. Then something quite unexpected happened. Brayla pulled on a lace that was holding her dress in place and it fell on the ground. Under, she was wearing warrior's pants and a warrior's corset over a white shirt. She also had big boots in her feet.
While everyone was still in shock, she turned her horse around and send it running down to the door. She ran into all Rivendell and when she got out, she heard footsteps being her. Her father's guards were after her. Running into the valley, she went near a rock and grabbed her pack-sack as well as her sword, bow and arrows, that she kept hidden from her mother all her life.
Brayla knew that her only chance to escape was by the wood. Her horse was the only one who could manage to run into it as she trained it to do so. In the distance, she saw two riders on each side of the border of the forest. They would meet in the middle and stop her there. She wouldn't let them ruin that escape. The woman sent her horse faster and faster until it reached its maximal speed. When she was close enough, she ordered her horse to jump, which it did, over the riders. They landed in the woods and kept running.
Soon enough, it was dark. Brayla stopped not to far from a farm and decided to spend the night there. As she was about to install her stuff to sleep, she heard a voice. "Hey! What 're you doin' there?"
She turned to see the farmer in front of his home. "I am not seeking trouble. I just want to spend the night here and get some sleep!
-Come in, lad! You'll froze to death! My wife's soup is still hot from dinner!"
She happily went inside the house. "My name's Ben, said the farmer. You ain't the first to come around here, you ain't the first to seek refuge in my house. What's your story, kiddo?
-My name is Brayla. I am the daughter of Elrond, Lord of Rivendell.
-Ah, the Elvish city! I ain't got a lot of elves 'round here! Why 're you her?
-My father wanted to marry me to a stranger so I ran away.
-That I had a lot 'round here! Where 're you goin' now?
-I don't know yet.
-That's my favorite kind of person!
-Elves?
-Adventurers! You ain't know where you goin' but you keep on!
-Actually I have to meet a friend in the west.
-Where in the west? It is big, the west!
-Apparently, I'll know when I'll be there...
-And that friend of yours... Is he the reason why you ain't married to that stranger?
-What?! No! He is really just a friend!
-None of my business..."
He disappeared into the kitchen. "You said you have a wife. Where is she?
-Sleeping. I was 'bout to fall asleep too when I saw you outside."
Ben came back with a bowl of soup and a spoon. " I gonna get some sleep now. Eat this and when you'll finish, just put it on the table. Close all the lights and go to bed. You can sleep on the couch if you want."
He disappeared into a corridor, leaving her alone. She ate, closed the lights and went to sleep. The next morning, she woke before everyone, left a note on the table and then left the house. She had to meet Gandalf as soon as possible. On the road, she though about her freedom. She took a knight in her sack and cut her hair at her shoulders. That would make her feel more of a warrior, less of a lady. She pushed the dare far enough to braid her hair like a dwarf.
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A couple of days later, Brayla was in a small town filled with small persons that lived inside hills. It was dark and she had planed to take refuge in a house nearby. Her plan changed as she was traveling in the village. She felt like a presence and followed her instinct. It led her far into the town, in front of a green round door. She parked her horse not too far and got to the door. There was a blue sign on it. The elf could fell it, Gandalf was in that house. At the noise, he wasn't alone. She took her courage and knocked.
So that's it for now! I hope that you enjoyed, that I didn't do too much respect and also that it is understandable (Unlike a lot of things that I write). And don't be shy to let me a review, it is always loved, would it be good or bad!