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Enterprises.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Yes, I have read The Lord of the Rings, and yes, I know some of the stuff I put in my stories is incorrect. This is FAN fiction! I am a fan, and this is my fiction. So, please do not review with everything that is incorrect!
King Aragorn sighed. "I must go visit for two weeks to the Shire, for Samwise Gamgee has asked me to visit him," he told Queen Arwen, "You'll need to be in charge by yourself for the first time."
Queen Arwen nodded. "When are you leaving? I must go see Galadriel, Lady of the Light in Lothlorien."
"Leave now, and most likely, no, certainly, I shall be back when you return."
"I can be there and back within two days," Queen Arwen told King Aragorn.
He nodded. "Very well, then. Goodbye, Arwen. I wish you a safe journey."
She smiled at him. "I will. Don't worry. I AM an elf."
Aragorn smiled back. "Hurry back, Arwen."
Her smile didn't falter. "Of course, Aragorn."
***
Arwen poked her head into Galadriel's room. "May I come in?"
"Yes." The Lady of the Light nodded. "Please have a seat."
Arwen sat down.
"I need you to watch my daughter, Galalaea, for a time. You may be her niece, but you ARE older than her. She is a young elf, the mortal equivalent of fifteen years old. You have a daughter that age, I believe." Galadriel said.
Arwen opened her mouth to speak, but at that moment, a figure fell through the doorway. A head looked up from the floor. It was a young girl, and she looked like Galadriel.
Instantly, the girl began to speak: "Mother, is she an elf? Because if she isn't-"
"Galalaea!" Galadriel looked at her daughter. "This is your niece, Arwen. You will be staying with her for a while."
"The MORTAL one? Oh, sorrow! Oh, misery!" Galalaea began pounding her fists on the floor. Then she looked up suddenly, and said: "Do you have ears?"
Galadriel was growing impatient with her youngest daughter. "Everyone has EARS, Galalaea."
"Pointy ones!" Galalaea said, rather loudly.
Galadriel looked toward Arwen. 'This question is yours,' Galadriel's voice echoed in Arwen's head.
Arwen pulled back a strand of hair from in front of her left ear and smiled. "See, they're pointy. Satisfied?"
Galalaea crinkled her nose. "I would have thought they would have rounded down since you became-" She coughed, and looked scornfully at Arwen and her mother. "-mortal."
"No, Galalaea," Galadriel said, "Once an elf, always an elf."
Galalaea cocked an eyebrow at her mother. "And I suppose YOU know everything?" She demanded.
Suddenly, the ground shook, and in a booming voice, said: "Young lady, never EVER talk to me in that tone of voice EVER again!" The ground became still once more. Galadriel turned to Arwen. "I'm sorry about my daughter's behavior. I am CERTAIN she will behave much better for you."
"You can't do that, can you?" Galalaea whispered to Arwen. "Then again, you are." Pause. "Oh, sorrow!" Pause. "Oh misery!" Pause. After a look from her mother, she added, "But once an elf, always an elf, right?"
"Go pack." Galadriel told her daughter sternly.
As Galalaea was leaving, Arwen thought she heard her mutter, "Oh, sorrow! Oh, misery!"
***
On the way, Galalaea told Arwen of her travels. "When I was the mortal equivalent of two, Gandalf took me to the Shire until I was the mortal equivalent of eight. Merry and Pippin are SO funny!" She giggled. "Then, I went to live with the Mirkwood Elves for a few months, and THEN I went to Rohan until I was eleven. I returned to Lothlorien then.
"But OH! I made a best friend in Rohan. She said she was visiting her homeland, because she lives in Gondor.
"Aren't you from Gondor?
"Anyway, her name was Eowyn. She told me ALL about herself, even a guy she liked during the THIRD AGE! I think his name was Aragorn. Do you know him?"
Arwen didn't answer. Instead, she said, "Welcome to the palace of Gondor." They were there.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Yes, I have read The Lord of the Rings, and yes, I know some of the stuff I put in my stories is incorrect. This is FAN fiction! I am a fan, and this is my fiction. So, please do not review with everything that is incorrect!
King Aragorn sighed. "I must go visit for two weeks to the Shire, for Samwise Gamgee has asked me to visit him," he told Queen Arwen, "You'll need to be in charge by yourself for the first time."
Queen Arwen nodded. "When are you leaving? I must go see Galadriel, Lady of the Light in Lothlorien."
"Leave now, and most likely, no, certainly, I shall be back when you return."
"I can be there and back within two days," Queen Arwen told King Aragorn.
He nodded. "Very well, then. Goodbye, Arwen. I wish you a safe journey."
She smiled at him. "I will. Don't worry. I AM an elf."
Aragorn smiled back. "Hurry back, Arwen."
Her smile didn't falter. "Of course, Aragorn."
***
Arwen poked her head into Galadriel's room. "May I come in?"
"Yes." The Lady of the Light nodded. "Please have a seat."
Arwen sat down.
"I need you to watch my daughter, Galalaea, for a time. You may be her niece, but you ARE older than her. She is a young elf, the mortal equivalent of fifteen years old. You have a daughter that age, I believe." Galadriel said.
Arwen opened her mouth to speak, but at that moment, a figure fell through the doorway. A head looked up from the floor. It was a young girl, and she looked like Galadriel.
Instantly, the girl began to speak: "Mother, is she an elf? Because if she isn't-"
"Galalaea!" Galadriel looked at her daughter. "This is your niece, Arwen. You will be staying with her for a while."
"The MORTAL one? Oh, sorrow! Oh, misery!" Galalaea began pounding her fists on the floor. Then she looked up suddenly, and said: "Do you have ears?"
Galadriel was growing impatient with her youngest daughter. "Everyone has EARS, Galalaea."
"Pointy ones!" Galalaea said, rather loudly.
Galadriel looked toward Arwen. 'This question is yours,' Galadriel's voice echoed in Arwen's head.
Arwen pulled back a strand of hair from in front of her left ear and smiled. "See, they're pointy. Satisfied?"
Galalaea crinkled her nose. "I would have thought they would have rounded down since you became-" She coughed, and looked scornfully at Arwen and her mother. "-mortal."
"No, Galalaea," Galadriel said, "Once an elf, always an elf."
Galalaea cocked an eyebrow at her mother. "And I suppose YOU know everything?" She demanded.
Suddenly, the ground shook, and in a booming voice, said: "Young lady, never EVER talk to me in that tone of voice EVER again!" The ground became still once more. Galadriel turned to Arwen. "I'm sorry about my daughter's behavior. I am CERTAIN she will behave much better for you."
"You can't do that, can you?" Galalaea whispered to Arwen. "Then again, you are." Pause. "Oh, sorrow!" Pause. "Oh misery!" Pause. After a look from her mother, she added, "But once an elf, always an elf, right?"
"Go pack." Galadriel told her daughter sternly.
As Galalaea was leaving, Arwen thought she heard her mutter, "Oh, sorrow! Oh, misery!"
***
On the way, Galalaea told Arwen of her travels. "When I was the mortal equivalent of two, Gandalf took me to the Shire until I was the mortal equivalent of eight. Merry and Pippin are SO funny!" She giggled. "Then, I went to live with the Mirkwood Elves for a few months, and THEN I went to Rohan until I was eleven. I returned to Lothlorien then.
"But OH! I made a best friend in Rohan. She said she was visiting her homeland, because she lives in Gondor.
"Aren't you from Gondor?
"Anyway, her name was Eowyn. She told me ALL about herself, even a guy she liked during the THIRD AGE! I think his name was Aragorn. Do you know him?"
Arwen didn't answer. Instead, she said, "Welcome to the palace of Gondor." They were there.