Okay this is my first try at LOTR fan fic so bear with me. All characters
belong to tolkien except for Tinánia, Elrania, Elebriwien, Amend, and
Aranel who all belong to me.
Enjoy and review please!!!
Prologue
Growing up, I always thought that marriage was a thing of beauty. The way that my parents looked at each other made me fantasize about my wedding day. Of marrying a nice handsome elf with long cinnamon colored hair to run my hands through and eyes like emeralds to loose myself in. We would have our own house and spend the days taking long walks in the woods and the nights starring at the stars (among other things). I wanted to fall in love. I wanted to travel Middle Earth and eventually take the ship to the undying lands and join my loved ones that have gone before me. I wanted to be swept off my feet to a place where only dreams came true.
But that was not my destiny. My first year on this earth, my parents arranged for me to marry an elf in Mirkwood when I reached the age of 3000. And there I was, two days after my 3000th birthday walking to Mirkwood from our home in Lothlorien with my father, Amend, sister, Elrania, and my best friend, Elebriwien. I knew nothing of this elf for Father refused to tell me anything. He said he and the male elf's father had made an agreement not to tell us about the marriage until both had arrived at 3000. And even then they were still sworn to not tell us about each other. On top of that we are to be married in five days.
To be frank, I do not even want to marry him. I wished to return to Lothlorien and marry my beloved Aranel. Up until two days ago we planned to announce our engagement at a dinner in my honor on my birthday. But before we could Father declared that I were to be married to this mysterious elf in Mirkwood. Aranel and I had everything planned. We were going to move into our own home far off in the woods of Lothlorien. We would have some children of our own and raise them in the ways of our ancestors. There he was going to secretly teach me how to fight and how to ride.
Father did not see it proper for an elf-maiden to learn how to ride and the elven ways of combat. So my sister, Elrania and I never learned. He even scolded my best friend, Elebri because her father had taught her how to ride within the first hundred years of her life. He took her weapons from her before we left Lothlorien and told her she was not to go frolicking around Mirkwood on horseback. So Elrania, Elebri, and I walked while my father and six guards rode on horseback. Father insisted on bringing three guards since he was the only person in our original party that carried any form of weaponry and he could not defend all four of us. When we reached the outskirts of Mirkwood we were greeted by three more guards to lead us to their city. As we crossed into Mirkwood I realized that this marriage would mean a significant change in my life, and I longed to be in Lothlorien with my beloved Aranel...
Prologue
Growing up, I always thought that marriage was a thing of beauty. The way that my parents looked at each other made me fantasize about my wedding day. Of marrying a nice handsome elf with long cinnamon colored hair to run my hands through and eyes like emeralds to loose myself in. We would have our own house and spend the days taking long walks in the woods and the nights starring at the stars (among other things). I wanted to fall in love. I wanted to travel Middle Earth and eventually take the ship to the undying lands and join my loved ones that have gone before me. I wanted to be swept off my feet to a place where only dreams came true.
But that was not my destiny. My first year on this earth, my parents arranged for me to marry an elf in Mirkwood when I reached the age of 3000. And there I was, two days after my 3000th birthday walking to Mirkwood from our home in Lothlorien with my father, Amend, sister, Elrania, and my best friend, Elebriwien. I knew nothing of this elf for Father refused to tell me anything. He said he and the male elf's father had made an agreement not to tell us about the marriage until both had arrived at 3000. And even then they were still sworn to not tell us about each other. On top of that we are to be married in five days.
To be frank, I do not even want to marry him. I wished to return to Lothlorien and marry my beloved Aranel. Up until two days ago we planned to announce our engagement at a dinner in my honor on my birthday. But before we could Father declared that I were to be married to this mysterious elf in Mirkwood. Aranel and I had everything planned. We were going to move into our own home far off in the woods of Lothlorien. We would have some children of our own and raise them in the ways of our ancestors. There he was going to secretly teach me how to fight and how to ride.
Father did not see it proper for an elf-maiden to learn how to ride and the elven ways of combat. So my sister, Elrania and I never learned. He even scolded my best friend, Elebri because her father had taught her how to ride within the first hundred years of her life. He took her weapons from her before we left Lothlorien and told her she was not to go frolicking around Mirkwood on horseback. So Elrania, Elebri, and I walked while my father and six guards rode on horseback. Father insisted on bringing three guards since he was the only person in our original party that carried any form of weaponry and he could not defend all four of us. When we reached the outskirts of Mirkwood we were greeted by three more guards to lead us to their city. As we crossed into Mirkwood I realized that this marriage would mean a significant change in my life, and I longed to be in Lothlorien with my beloved Aranel...