Disclaimer: (All of you know what im gonna say. . . oh, fine. I DON'T OWN
LEGOLAS. . . OR LOTR. . . woe is me. . . but Gal is mine. . . woe is me. .
.)
A/N: Hello there!! Now, shut up about telling me it's a mary-sue. I know that, and im not changing it one bit. Ha. (Don't you HATE flamers???) Oh, and please read Crying In The River before you read this. . . please??? Oh, and review that, too!!
GALENVAGORIEL'S POV:
After being married to my best friend (I still considered Legolas my best friend because above everything he is, my love, my husband, my guide, my partner in life, he still is my very best friend.) for three and a half years, when I just glance at him, I still get tingly and excited, as if I was a little girl with a crush on my best friend, which I really am deep inside. I think that is really magical, that the fire in my heart hasn't died down at all.
I looked around the garden about one or two miles behind the Mirkwood palace for a sign of Legolas, for he said he was meeting me here, but he was late. So i just I sat there, on the foot of an old tree just gazing at my new home. Of course Mirkwood isnt really 'new' to me, I have been living here ever since I married Legolas, but everyday I discover something new in the palace or in their humunguous, well-tended garden. Like today, I discovered a small, tiny flower that looked very much like a miniature iris, and I was able to stick some of that into my hair. I stood up and continued to paint the red, orange, and yellow flowers infront of me. I was painting for about an two hours already, barely finished with my portrait of the patch of flowers infront of me, and I heard 2 men arguing, coming towards me. I sighed. When I paint, I demand peace and quiet. I demand it.
"Can you shut up?! I don't want to know your story about stale gingerbread and a stuffed bear" One man said with annoyance in his voice.
I heard the other mutter something incomprehensibly. "I thought you cared."
"Well I don't."
"By the way, it was a stuffed platypus, not a stuffed bear."
I looked at my unfinished painting and pouted. I wanted to finish at least half of it and I had barely done one fourth. I threw my brushes down on the grass and stomped over to the two bickering men, and almost tripped on the way. My dress was so long, and there were almost 5 layers of that itchy cloth torturing me.
"Can you two please keep quiet?!" I considered saying "shut up!" but I decided against it. I still am married to the Prince of Mirkwood, after all.
They both gave a little jump of surprise, and they turned to the left to face me. They just gaped at me for a second, probably because I looked to different. Today I was wearing black, very uncommon for a she-elf. I bit my lip to keep from screaming at them. They could have just made fun of my clothing choice behind my back, but to just stare at me openly as if I was missing my head was downright mean. I adjusted the thin, glittery strap of my dress and just rolled my eyes. "You… you... look be... beautiful, Prin....cess Galenvagoriel." The one with short blonde hair stuttured.
"Oh." I said shortly, skeptical and surprised. Either they were making fun of me, lying, or they really meant it. . . but both of them were looking my weird hair now, and I was convinced I was going to be the topic of their jokes later tonight.
"You hair looks nice too, princess." The other one with long black hair smiled.
"Ah." I just looked at them with glaring looks now, just to show my annoyance. My lightly wavy brown hair was curled for, just like Lady Galadriels, plus I put some of those tiny irises in my curls.
"We mean it!", "Its true, princess!" Both of them in unison.
I laughed. "By the way, what do you want? I was painting and your loud squabbling just made me loose my concentration." I said, returning to my slightly hostile tone. I wouldn't have the gut, or the nerve to say that three and a half years ago, but I guess getting married, and growing up had changed me. I can be very tempestuous these days.
Both of them just lost their grins and turned a tiny bit more serious. "Prince Legolas sent us to find you, Princess Galenvagoriel. He sends his apologies. King Tharanduil had asked for his help." The dark haired one explained calmly.
I just stared at them, irritated at Legolas. I understood King Tharanduil needs him to help, but to make someone come two hours later??!!? Who does he think he is?!
I gave them both a fake smirk. "What does he want ME to do?! Watch that that elf WORK?"
The one shorter one with platinum hair gave a little nod. "Yes. . . well, actually his exact words were. . .to accompany him."
My rage was getting stronger and stronger, even if i knew it wasnt that big of a deal, Legolas has not really done anything like this in ages, that man has not really disappointed me, and thats something to be greatful for, but its not really good practice beacause if he screws up just a little, i will treat it as a big deal.
I was snapped out of my thoughts. "Princess Galenvagoriel?!" The two worried elves stepped a little bit closer to me.
"Im sorry..." i smiled weakly. "Just lost in though for a while back there."
The taller one just nodded. "Well, we were inquiring if you would want us to get your belongings... we can accompany you back to the palace, Princess."
"Well-" i started, but the blond haired one cut me off.
"By the way, i'm Rowen." He shook my hand, and i gave them a friendly smile. I didnt want them to perceive me as irritable (even if i really am!) "And i am Gavin, princess." the other one bowed his head slightly.
I smiled "Oh, just call me Gal."
Gavin's head shot up suddenly. I was probably the first one who has said that to them. My thoughts quickly went to my sister, Arwen, who insisted that the palace staff call her Princess Arwen, for some reason. She said it was because people should respect royalty, or whatever, and i quickly told her i'm against her notion. Each and everyone is equal, my father taught me that one. Thinking of my family made me homesick, but i just pushed thoughts of Rivendell away.
"I'll get my things." I went over to my spot, but both of the guards raced past me.
"I'm giving it to Gal!!" Rowen screamed at Gavin, who was about 2 paces behind him.
Gavin made a face of anger. "No, i am!!"
I just stood there, watching the two elves racing and quarelling over, well... practically nothing.
In the end, Gavin gave me my brushes and Rowen gave me my cloth with the undone painting on it.
"Uh... thank you." I laughed at their silliness.
We started walking towards Legolas, and Gavin spoke up. "You know, you have a really nice laugh, Gal..."
Beside me Rowen nodded. "Yes, its so... tuneful."
"Melodic." Gavin looked at me out of the corner of his green eyes.
"Musical."
"Harmonous."
I giggled. "How about normal?!"
The walk home was very pleasant, and peaceful. Gavin and Rowen were intersting and likeable. I also found out that they were enemies up until recently, about 10 months ago.
"Do you still fight a lot?" I asked Rowen, even if I knew the answer to my own question.
"More than when we were archrivals!!" He laughed.
Gavin agreed. "Thats true!!"
I laughed at the irony of their friendship, "You elves are... weird.." And the three of us were just cracking jokes the whole walk home.
When we got to the gate, where they sometimes guarded, both Gavin and Rowen's faces fell.
"What's wrong?" I asked.
"Well, we wont see much of you now, do you notice that?" Rowen replied.
"Yes, i mean, you will be busy, and we might be too." Gavin said.
"Dont worry... i'll visit you from time to time." I said even if i knew it would be hard to find them in this big caste. "And you can visit me, too." Now, THAT would be easy. I'm usually in the library, in the garden, or in my room, or with Legolas, sometimes in the stables... well maybe it wouldnt be so easy... i sensed that both of the guards were thinking the same thing.
"Well, im off to my quarters now." I went under the small archway with vines growing on it beside the big steel gates. "Bye!!" I called out.
"Wait, Gal!" Rowen called, and i turned around. "Wont you be going to Prince Legolas?!"
I smiled naughtily. "Oh. Will you be reporting back to him?"
Rowen turned to Gavin for the answer. "Yes, i think so." Gavin shook his head yes.
"Well. Tell that desolate husband of mine that i will see him im bed tonight."
The two guards just laughed it off, and i started walking towards the bedroom legolas and i shared.
I stopped aburptly.
"Wait a minute. DESOLATE?! What does that mean!?"
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From moi: Well, wasn't that long... Oh and PLEASE REVIEW!! *jumps up into the air with arms waving madly* Please!!! Cum awn!!!
A/N: Hello there!! Now, shut up about telling me it's a mary-sue. I know that, and im not changing it one bit. Ha. (Don't you HATE flamers???) Oh, and please read Crying In The River before you read this. . . please??? Oh, and review that, too!!
GALENVAGORIEL'S POV:
After being married to my best friend (I still considered Legolas my best friend because above everything he is, my love, my husband, my guide, my partner in life, he still is my very best friend.) for three and a half years, when I just glance at him, I still get tingly and excited, as if I was a little girl with a crush on my best friend, which I really am deep inside. I think that is really magical, that the fire in my heart hasn't died down at all.
I looked around the garden about one or two miles behind the Mirkwood palace for a sign of Legolas, for he said he was meeting me here, but he was late. So i just I sat there, on the foot of an old tree just gazing at my new home. Of course Mirkwood isnt really 'new' to me, I have been living here ever since I married Legolas, but everyday I discover something new in the palace or in their humunguous, well-tended garden. Like today, I discovered a small, tiny flower that looked very much like a miniature iris, and I was able to stick some of that into my hair. I stood up and continued to paint the red, orange, and yellow flowers infront of me. I was painting for about an two hours already, barely finished with my portrait of the patch of flowers infront of me, and I heard 2 men arguing, coming towards me. I sighed. When I paint, I demand peace and quiet. I demand it.
"Can you shut up?! I don't want to know your story about stale gingerbread and a stuffed bear" One man said with annoyance in his voice.
I heard the other mutter something incomprehensibly. "I thought you cared."
"Well I don't."
"By the way, it was a stuffed platypus, not a stuffed bear."
I looked at my unfinished painting and pouted. I wanted to finish at least half of it and I had barely done one fourth. I threw my brushes down on the grass and stomped over to the two bickering men, and almost tripped on the way. My dress was so long, and there were almost 5 layers of that itchy cloth torturing me.
"Can you two please keep quiet?!" I considered saying "shut up!" but I decided against it. I still am married to the Prince of Mirkwood, after all.
They both gave a little jump of surprise, and they turned to the left to face me. They just gaped at me for a second, probably because I looked to different. Today I was wearing black, very uncommon for a she-elf. I bit my lip to keep from screaming at them. They could have just made fun of my clothing choice behind my back, but to just stare at me openly as if I was missing my head was downright mean. I adjusted the thin, glittery strap of my dress and just rolled my eyes. "You… you... look be... beautiful, Prin....cess Galenvagoriel." The one with short blonde hair stuttured.
"Oh." I said shortly, skeptical and surprised. Either they were making fun of me, lying, or they really meant it. . . but both of them were looking my weird hair now, and I was convinced I was going to be the topic of their jokes later tonight.
"You hair looks nice too, princess." The other one with long black hair smiled.
"Ah." I just looked at them with glaring looks now, just to show my annoyance. My lightly wavy brown hair was curled for, just like Lady Galadriels, plus I put some of those tiny irises in my curls.
"We mean it!", "Its true, princess!" Both of them in unison.
I laughed. "By the way, what do you want? I was painting and your loud squabbling just made me loose my concentration." I said, returning to my slightly hostile tone. I wouldn't have the gut, or the nerve to say that three and a half years ago, but I guess getting married, and growing up had changed me. I can be very tempestuous these days.
Both of them just lost their grins and turned a tiny bit more serious. "Prince Legolas sent us to find you, Princess Galenvagoriel. He sends his apologies. King Tharanduil had asked for his help." The dark haired one explained calmly.
I just stared at them, irritated at Legolas. I understood King Tharanduil needs him to help, but to make someone come two hours later??!!? Who does he think he is?!
I gave them both a fake smirk. "What does he want ME to do?! Watch that that elf WORK?"
The one shorter one with platinum hair gave a little nod. "Yes. . . well, actually his exact words were. . .to accompany him."
My rage was getting stronger and stronger, even if i knew it wasnt that big of a deal, Legolas has not really done anything like this in ages, that man has not really disappointed me, and thats something to be greatful for, but its not really good practice beacause if he screws up just a little, i will treat it as a big deal.
I was snapped out of my thoughts. "Princess Galenvagoriel?!" The two worried elves stepped a little bit closer to me.
"Im sorry..." i smiled weakly. "Just lost in though for a while back there."
The taller one just nodded. "Well, we were inquiring if you would want us to get your belongings... we can accompany you back to the palace, Princess."
"Well-" i started, but the blond haired one cut me off.
"By the way, i'm Rowen." He shook my hand, and i gave them a friendly smile. I didnt want them to perceive me as irritable (even if i really am!) "And i am Gavin, princess." the other one bowed his head slightly.
I smiled "Oh, just call me Gal."
Gavin's head shot up suddenly. I was probably the first one who has said that to them. My thoughts quickly went to my sister, Arwen, who insisted that the palace staff call her Princess Arwen, for some reason. She said it was because people should respect royalty, or whatever, and i quickly told her i'm against her notion. Each and everyone is equal, my father taught me that one. Thinking of my family made me homesick, but i just pushed thoughts of Rivendell away.
"I'll get my things." I went over to my spot, but both of the guards raced past me.
"I'm giving it to Gal!!" Rowen screamed at Gavin, who was about 2 paces behind him.
Gavin made a face of anger. "No, i am!!"
I just stood there, watching the two elves racing and quarelling over, well... practically nothing.
In the end, Gavin gave me my brushes and Rowen gave me my cloth with the undone painting on it.
"Uh... thank you." I laughed at their silliness.
We started walking towards Legolas, and Gavin spoke up. "You know, you have a really nice laugh, Gal..."
Beside me Rowen nodded. "Yes, its so... tuneful."
"Melodic." Gavin looked at me out of the corner of his green eyes.
"Musical."
"Harmonous."
I giggled. "How about normal?!"
The walk home was very pleasant, and peaceful. Gavin and Rowen were intersting and likeable. I also found out that they were enemies up until recently, about 10 months ago.
"Do you still fight a lot?" I asked Rowen, even if I knew the answer to my own question.
"More than when we were archrivals!!" He laughed.
Gavin agreed. "Thats true!!"
I laughed at the irony of their friendship, "You elves are... weird.." And the three of us were just cracking jokes the whole walk home.
When we got to the gate, where they sometimes guarded, both Gavin and Rowen's faces fell.
"What's wrong?" I asked.
"Well, we wont see much of you now, do you notice that?" Rowen replied.
"Yes, i mean, you will be busy, and we might be too." Gavin said.
"Dont worry... i'll visit you from time to time." I said even if i knew it would be hard to find them in this big caste. "And you can visit me, too." Now, THAT would be easy. I'm usually in the library, in the garden, or in my room, or with Legolas, sometimes in the stables... well maybe it wouldnt be so easy... i sensed that both of the guards were thinking the same thing.
"Well, im off to my quarters now." I went under the small archway with vines growing on it beside the big steel gates. "Bye!!" I called out.
"Wait, Gal!" Rowen called, and i turned around. "Wont you be going to Prince Legolas?!"
I smiled naughtily. "Oh. Will you be reporting back to him?"
Rowen turned to Gavin for the answer. "Yes, i think so." Gavin shook his head yes.
"Well. Tell that desolate husband of mine that i will see him im bed tonight."
The two guards just laughed it off, and i started walking towards the bedroom legolas and i shared.
I stopped aburptly.
"Wait a minute. DESOLATE?! What does that mean!?"
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From moi: Well, wasn't that long... Oh and PLEASE REVIEW!! *jumps up into the air with arms waving madly* Please!!! Cum awn!!!