A Day in The Life.
Arwen's Story.
The pretty Elf-maiden's eyes popped open. So did her mouth.
"Lalalalalalala! I am a Pretty Elf-Maiden….Lalalala…."
Her love, King Aragorn, walked in and said to her, "Arwen! What did I say about singing first thing in the morning?"
"Uhhhhhhh…..I dunno."
"You'll wake the neighbors!"
"But….but we don't have any neighbors for miiiiiiiiles around."
"See what I mean? We're SO close to them, and they're sure to send bowmen over to shoot at you---remember last time?"
*Flashback*
Arwen runs around screaming, while several archers send a rain of arrows at her.
*Flashback Ends*
Arwen's memory came back—temporarily. "Oh yeah…oopsies!"
"Arwen," Aragorn leaned over to the woman he couldn't believe was his wife, "You've got to behave yourself. The ball I'm holding today is our only hope. If you act---well…." He searched for a word. "Disruptively, then it could plunge Gondor and Rohan into war."
"What's that mean?"
"If you screw this up, we'll all be killed."
"Okie-Dokie!"
*Later, 30 minutes before the ball*
"Lalalalala again. Hi everybody!" Several people looked up at the queen, a bit puzzled. Some of the ladies-in-waiting huddled in a group to gossip about the oddity. Arwen didn't notice, but instead tried to make friends. "Hiya! What's up? I'm the Queen of Gondor! You people are from Rohan, right?"
The most mature stepped up with a great flourishing curtsy. "Indeed, your Highness. Is there something you wish?"
"Uuuhhhhhhhhhhhhh…….is that a trick question?"
"Apparently not."
"Weeeeeeell, you could do something………"
"Anything, m'lady."
"You people are from Rohan, right?"
The handmaid sighed. This was going to take a while. "Yes, m'lady."
"We-ell….could you tell me something?"
"Anything, m'lady."
"There's a GAP in Rohan……isn't there?"
The youngest spoke now. "Yes, your Highness. The—the Gap of Rohan, if you'll excuse me for correcting you."
Arwen was thrilled. "Really? Great! Have you been there before?"
"Oh yes, your Highness. Many times."
"Yaaay!" Looks passed between several people. "That's soooo cool! Could you give me some advice?"
The mature one spoke again. Absolutely. That's why we're here. What have you to ask?"
" We-ell, I was wonderin'…."
The middle-lady spoke her turn. "M'lady, this has gone on for too long. We would be honored to help you in any way possible! Just ASK!"
The crest-fallen Elf began to weep. "A-all I-I w-was gonna ask you is—is--" She gulped and sobbed at the same time, and began choking and coughing. The ladies-in-waiting whacked her on the back and she finally stopped.
"Good gracious!" Cried the middle-maid. "It's beyond me how she became queen!" She stormed away.
"Alright, it's okay," murmured the youngest to the pitiful queen. "Now, what did you want to ask us?"
"O…okay…" Snivel. "Is—is…" Swallow. "Are there good clothes at that GAP?"
They rolled their eyes and looked at each other. Surely, this could not be Gondor's queen.
*END OF CHAPTER ONE*
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