Hey! This is my newest fanfic and yes I am continuing my Narnia one but I'm at a bit of a block and I get over my blocks best when I take a break then come back to it. This is my first marriage law and I hope it ends up nicely and can match up to all the other marriage laws I've read! I love marriage laws but not as much as Faith (LovetobeFaith) does so she insisted I include her in this. BTW- Faith is a fail because she had not seen the LOTR series until I showed it to her (extended bluray editionnn yeaaah!) last weekend. But she is indeed a hugggge fan of a certain character you will seeee :) And I, on the other hand, have another character that you have yet to see whether I hate, or love. Read and find out! OH and I am not a recent fan of LOTR I have seen the series over and over again and read the books (awhile ago though and I need to get the other ones to reread but i cant find the edition i want :( ) though I did base this story on the movie world.
Again reviews are always massively appreciated but again, I will not stop posting because of lack of reviews I get that some ppl dont have accounts, dont have time, dont know what to say and it doesnt mean that they dont want to read the end of my story ;) but it is always nice hearing what ppl think and constructive criticism (GREATLY appreciated, alot of ppl hate it but im all like YAY at least theyr telling the truth ;) ) hehe so I seriously hope everyone likes it!
Prologue
The battle for Middle Earth was finally over.
Everyone was able to start getting back to their normal lives; King Aragorn finally sat on the throne of Gondor with his Queen, beloved by the people, Arwen Udomiel "The Evenstar" and it had been 3 years since the end of the war, 3 years of peace. My father had been killed in the battle for Osgiliath and my mother died shortly after the war, of grief and sickness while it was left up to me to care for my younger siblings, Aria and Logan. They were only children yet so much worry had already struck them I just couldn't leave them to be sent to an orphanage so I decided to start making a living for myself.
Suddenly, a few weeks after the war I was informed that that would not be necessary; I was to be betrothed in my sixteenth year, my parents, nobles of Gondor that had moved to Rohan, had planned it with a Lord of Rohan many years before the war, while I was a toddler. My brother and sister would be taken care of in Gondor, which would always be my home city, though I moved here nought but 3 years before the war, and we would be given money to keep living in our home until I had to leave to get married. After that they would be assigned a governess and taken care of whilst being given one of the best educations available. I had always abhorred forced marriages but how could I deny my younger siblings a good life, one of comfort? It would have been selfish, so I decided (at the young, immature and completely idiotic age of 13) that I would go along with this marriage, for the sake of my siblings.
I met my best friend Faith after we moved from Rohan to Gondor only 3 years before the beginning of the war. She was an elf of noble blood, placed in Gondor to learn diplomatic relations with humans as an exchange student of some sort. After leaving my long time child playmate Eomer, now the King of Rohan (he always had been an ambitious, pompous prat), behind at the young age of 10 I was glad to have a new friend. She was always either fawned upon by others, such as myself being the daughter of nobles that originated from Gondor, or ignored because she was elfkind, unknown to them and strange.
Oh, I'm sorry, I should introduce myself: I am Danica Telumehtar, I was raised in the Kingdom of Rohan, I am 16 years old, my best friend is an elf and I suppose this is where my story begins...