Title: Arranged Fate (The titles a little corny in my opinion.let me know
if it's okay.)
Rating: PG-13, R/ish.very "ish" in later chapters.
Summary: If Thranduil really did arrange a marriage for his sun, this would most likely be the reality; it wouldn't be romantic and happy.
Warnings: Very minor sexual references and sexual situations, but nothing too graphic!
Disclaimer: Lord of the Rings, it's characters, objects, creatures, and what have you are not mine.they're Tolkiens.
Author's Note: Bah, I've been reading a lot more rather than writing (shame on me) and I've noticed something that's bothered me; almost every fanfic for Lord of the Rings having Legolas being forced to marry a girl is a "Happily Ever After" romance fic. I'm sorry but.the prince just isn't that lucky, man! In my opinion if his father truly did that to him (which is probably unlikely to begin with.).It would be a rather unhappy marriage. So here's a story on all I've been ranting and raving about for the past few sentences. Comments, compliments, insults, constructive criticism, and flames are all welcome. I hope my grammar and spelling is better.I must have read through and corrected it 4 times! ^_^
~Shadowfax Presents~
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Arranged Fate
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* I hate my Mother, I hate that Prince, and I hate my Father for being Lord Thranduil's Captain of Arms.I hate everything. Oh yes, the wonderful, beautiful, kind Prince of Mirkwood will soon be my husband, and I have been given the honor to bear his children, and serve him hand and foot. I should be happy, yes? No. He was an overly gay[1] fool and I hate him.
I had just been informed this morning by Lord Thranduil himself that I was to be wed to his son the very next day.
"Dearest child, your Father and I have agreed that you are to be wed to my son on the morrow. I give you my best wishes and hopes."
He is lucky he is the Elven King of Mirkwood.
Perhaps I have been too hasty with my judgments of Lord Legolas , after all was it he who arranged this whole mess? I think not. I have never spoken to him, though I have seen him many times. At least he is not unpleasant to behold with his long, flaxen hair, deep green eyes, and a curled nose. Feminine, but handsome. I know nothing of him though.Of course I hear things people say, but that's hardly something to rely on. I can only pray he will be as kind as all of the Elders of Mirkwood say.
What I am most fearful of is the consummation and raising children. How does one do this? I've never in my life cared for anything with the exception of a plant my Mother was always too lazy to water. By what I have seen throughout my brief life, women in most cultures raise children alone without the help of their husbands. Not only do woman here have to raise a child but many of them. Sindarin elves prefer large families; four to six children and even more. How can I possibly do this! The consummation scares me even more. I've never even kissed another save my relatives. I am so afraid.
The Prince and I must be unbelievably different as well. I myself talk very little and do what I can to stay out of any serious social situation. I'm shy. I spend most of my time reading, and just standing around listening and watching other Elves and there lives. There's a balcony outside my room window and I sit there all the time. It overlooks a small garden that is often visited by elders. I often sit on the balcony and watch the ancient women play Esgal Glamhoth[2], the lovers flirt, and the children play. I love to watch other people. It's a queer[3] fancy I've always . When I marry Lord Legolas, no doubt all of this childish nonsense will end. I will be expected to show up at all feasts, gatherings of Kingdoms, and maybe councils. I fear I will not be good at this at all and disappoint my Lord. Even though I do not want to marry him, I want his acceptance and approval. Perhaps this is why all women do what their husbands bid them.
Tomorrow will be the ceremony in which Legolas and I will be bonded for the rest of our lives. My Mother is helping me with the alterations for my gown and braiding my hair "just so". She gives me a green, silk pocket- handkerchief and weeps,
"You are so beautiful! Tomorrow you will no longer be mine and be the princess of Mirkwood!" Mother kisses me so much; I'm surprised I have a face left. She chatters on and on about how I'm going to bare the best sons, cook the best dishes, and be the most renowned wife of Mirkwood.
My Father, who I am much fonder of, is much more laid back about the whole event. He sits in his favorite chair, drinks his wine, and stares out the window mumbling to himself. What I was able to make out of the jumble of Sindarin is, "My daughter will belong to someone else tomorrow," along with similar phrases. After the sunset he comes into my room with a crown of leaves in his hand. Father puts it on my head, kisses me on the cheek, and tells me he loves me. I want to cry because he's never told me that before, but I wait until he leaves. It is strange I do not hate him.for he basically was the reason all of this came to be.
Lord Thranduil had been searching for a good Sindarin Elf to marry his son. Of course it was only natural for him be interested in the fact that one of his most trusted servants had a unmarried daughter. Who was my Father to refuse? I needed a husband anyway and all the better to be married to the Prince of Mirkwood!
My Mother comes in to say some "final words" and she givess me all kinds of advice about being a wife that I don't find very useful. "Submit to him, love him, and serve him," are basically what she tells me. My Mother and Father are so different I can't help but ask her if Father and her had been arranged when they married. She shakes her finger and scolds me for being nosy. She also says that if I were nosy with the Prince, I would be a disgrace. Mother marches out of the room and I don't see her until tomorrow.
I lay in bed, staring at my ceiling wondering what my new life will be like and if I will do well in it. After much thought I drift to the land of dreams strolling through many uneasy dreams.
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Author's Note: Hope you enjoyed it, and if you didn't you're welcome to say so. MUSHROOMS to all who review! The next chapter should be up soon.probably tomorrow, for I'm out of school and I have so much time!
[1] Egads! Currently 'gay' officially means "homosexual" but in the happy times of Tolkien gay meant: Happy, merry, joyous.
[2] Meaning "Hiding Goblins" in Sindarin. Just a little name I made up for a card game that Elves might play.
[3] Okay.you did it again.Queer is not homosexual it's weird or strange.now that is not an official modern usage for 'Homosexual'! ~_~
Rating: PG-13, R/ish.very "ish" in later chapters.
Summary: If Thranduil really did arrange a marriage for his sun, this would most likely be the reality; it wouldn't be romantic and happy.
Warnings: Very minor sexual references and sexual situations, but nothing too graphic!
Disclaimer: Lord of the Rings, it's characters, objects, creatures, and what have you are not mine.they're Tolkiens.
Author's Note: Bah, I've been reading a lot more rather than writing (shame on me) and I've noticed something that's bothered me; almost every fanfic for Lord of the Rings having Legolas being forced to marry a girl is a "Happily Ever After" romance fic. I'm sorry but.the prince just isn't that lucky, man! In my opinion if his father truly did that to him (which is probably unlikely to begin with.).It would be a rather unhappy marriage. So here's a story on all I've been ranting and raving about for the past few sentences. Comments, compliments, insults, constructive criticism, and flames are all welcome. I hope my grammar and spelling is better.I must have read through and corrected it 4 times! ^_^
~Shadowfax Presents~
~*~
Arranged Fate
~*~
* I hate my Mother, I hate that Prince, and I hate my Father for being Lord Thranduil's Captain of Arms.I hate everything. Oh yes, the wonderful, beautiful, kind Prince of Mirkwood will soon be my husband, and I have been given the honor to bear his children, and serve him hand and foot. I should be happy, yes? No. He was an overly gay[1] fool and I hate him.
I had just been informed this morning by Lord Thranduil himself that I was to be wed to his son the very next day.
"Dearest child, your Father and I have agreed that you are to be wed to my son on the morrow. I give you my best wishes and hopes."
He is lucky he is the Elven King of Mirkwood.
Perhaps I have been too hasty with my judgments of Lord Legolas , after all was it he who arranged this whole mess? I think not. I have never spoken to him, though I have seen him many times. At least he is not unpleasant to behold with his long, flaxen hair, deep green eyes, and a curled nose. Feminine, but handsome. I know nothing of him though.Of course I hear things people say, but that's hardly something to rely on. I can only pray he will be as kind as all of the Elders of Mirkwood say.
What I am most fearful of is the consummation and raising children. How does one do this? I've never in my life cared for anything with the exception of a plant my Mother was always too lazy to water. By what I have seen throughout my brief life, women in most cultures raise children alone without the help of their husbands. Not only do woman here have to raise a child but many of them. Sindarin elves prefer large families; four to six children and even more. How can I possibly do this! The consummation scares me even more. I've never even kissed another save my relatives. I am so afraid.
The Prince and I must be unbelievably different as well. I myself talk very little and do what I can to stay out of any serious social situation. I'm shy. I spend most of my time reading, and just standing around listening and watching other Elves and there lives. There's a balcony outside my room window and I sit there all the time. It overlooks a small garden that is often visited by elders. I often sit on the balcony and watch the ancient women play Esgal Glamhoth[2], the lovers flirt, and the children play. I love to watch other people. It's a queer[3] fancy I've always . When I marry Lord Legolas, no doubt all of this childish nonsense will end. I will be expected to show up at all feasts, gatherings of Kingdoms, and maybe councils. I fear I will not be good at this at all and disappoint my Lord. Even though I do not want to marry him, I want his acceptance and approval. Perhaps this is why all women do what their husbands bid them.
Tomorrow will be the ceremony in which Legolas and I will be bonded for the rest of our lives. My Mother is helping me with the alterations for my gown and braiding my hair "just so". She gives me a green, silk pocket- handkerchief and weeps,
"You are so beautiful! Tomorrow you will no longer be mine and be the princess of Mirkwood!" Mother kisses me so much; I'm surprised I have a face left. She chatters on and on about how I'm going to bare the best sons, cook the best dishes, and be the most renowned wife of Mirkwood.
My Father, who I am much fonder of, is much more laid back about the whole event. He sits in his favorite chair, drinks his wine, and stares out the window mumbling to himself. What I was able to make out of the jumble of Sindarin is, "My daughter will belong to someone else tomorrow," along with similar phrases. After the sunset he comes into my room with a crown of leaves in his hand. Father puts it on my head, kisses me on the cheek, and tells me he loves me. I want to cry because he's never told me that before, but I wait until he leaves. It is strange I do not hate him.for he basically was the reason all of this came to be.
Lord Thranduil had been searching for a good Sindarin Elf to marry his son. Of course it was only natural for him be interested in the fact that one of his most trusted servants had a unmarried daughter. Who was my Father to refuse? I needed a husband anyway and all the better to be married to the Prince of Mirkwood!
My Mother comes in to say some "final words" and she givess me all kinds of advice about being a wife that I don't find very useful. "Submit to him, love him, and serve him," are basically what she tells me. My Mother and Father are so different I can't help but ask her if Father and her had been arranged when they married. She shakes her finger and scolds me for being nosy. She also says that if I were nosy with the Prince, I would be a disgrace. Mother marches out of the room and I don't see her until tomorrow.
I lay in bed, staring at my ceiling wondering what my new life will be like and if I will do well in it. After much thought I drift to the land of dreams strolling through many uneasy dreams.
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Author's Note: Hope you enjoyed it, and if you didn't you're welcome to say so. MUSHROOMS to all who review! The next chapter should be up soon.probably tomorrow, for I'm out of school and I have so much time!
[1] Egads! Currently 'gay' officially means "homosexual" but in the happy times of Tolkien gay meant: Happy, merry, joyous.
[2] Meaning "Hiding Goblins" in Sindarin. Just a little name I made up for a card game that Elves might play.
[3] Okay.you did it again.Queer is not homosexual it's weird or strange.now that is not an official modern usage for 'Homosexual'! ~_~