Letters of Lydia

by Lyeonenth

This story takes place after the end of Pride and Prejudice. Lydia has made another foolish mistake. . . or at least Elizabeth thinks so. Elizabeth is convinced that Lydia will never make a good decision and will always be silly and immature. But could Lydia have made a good decision for once, or will she mess up again and prove that she will never grow into a respectable woman?

1. Elizabeth to Jane: Letter 1

Hello! This is my second Fanfiction story. If you didn't already notice, this entire story is written in the format of letters between the characters. In fact, this story actually started out as a Creative Element to go along with my English project on Pride and Prejudice, and while I was proof-reading it I decided that I wanted this to be read by people other than my English teacher, considering the amount of time I put into it. I tried my best to use the same old English that is used in Pride and Prejudice, though I don't know how well I succeeded in that. I will take any constructive criticism (because it is always helpful to learn) and some good comments wouldn't hurt either. Thanks for reading!

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My Dearest Jane,

I am absolutely pleased to inform you of the delight that living at Pemberley has granted me. The gardens are no less than amiable and the estate is as magnificent an estate as you will ever come across in all of your lifetime, I must believe. I have also discovered how agreeable it is to be wed to a gentleman with as much of a salary as Mr Darcy. Now I plead that you do not view my telling of my riches as imprudent; for it is knowledgable to me that Mr Bingley is not so fortunate to have the pleasure of owning such things. I do not wish to be referred to as a braggart to you or Bingley.

I will gaily claim however that the adoration I feel for Mr Darcy would have compelled me to engage him even without regard to his fortune; money is only a trivial matter when it comes to my love of him. Now Mr Bennet probably would not have given me away so easily were Darcy a poor gentleman, but you would see me marrying Mr Collins before I allowed our father to deny our engagements; I would not cease to goad Mr Bennet even if my manners were proclaimed to be unfit by him and all of them at Longbourn, no matter Mrs Bennet's nerves. This for sure you could do not, for your compassion for others is so great that you feel none for yourself. You could never do harm to the nerves of any gentleman or gentlewoman, and I can prove this, for when Mr Bingley had left you would not show the slightest of grievances when others like Lydia would have bestowed their sadness upon the entire household, and even led yourself to believe that you were not tremendously hurt, all for the sakes of Mrs Bennet's nerves. I admire you for this as much as I think it an ill quality for one to have.

Now my poor hand is tiring, so I must bid you a farewell. I can hear Darcy calling for me, it must already be time for supper. We have not a guest tonight; Darcy and I prefer dining alone. The discussions that take place between us are more interesting than ones I have ever partaken in precedently, excepting perhaps the ones accompanying yourself.

Yours, Mrs Elizabeth Darcy