Disclaimer: Not mine - Lord of the Rings. Mine - Thralia. Don't sue.
Please be kind this is my first story with a plot Also I'm not sure if this is a Mary-Sue because I'm not sure what a Mary-Sue is.
The great hall glisten as the moonlight shone through the glass dome of the home of one of Rivendell's greatest warriors. The banquet was held in the honour of the arrival of the King and Prince of Mirkwood. The beauty of the sculptures upon the walls could have put even the beauty of Lorien to shame. Not one of the elves who had the pleasure of dinning in the great hall that eve did not marvel at it's beauty even though many had been in the hall many times before, each time they enter their breath was taken away. Thralia sat at the head of the long banquet table, her father sat at the high chair looking around at all those present to celebrate the arrival of King of Mirkwood and the Prince. Thralia had long dark blonde/light brown hair that stood out from the elfs dark hair in the kingdom. Her best features were her eyes. All the other elfs had grey or blue eyes. True she had blue eyes but they were a frozen blue, not the deep sea blue or the light sky blue. Her eyes glinted with grey and always appear black until you were very near her. This night she was dressed in a blood red dress, trimmed with black and a black choker glittering with dark jewels with an onyx stone cut as a tear in the centre. She wore her hair in a high pony tail secured by red rose the shade of her dress, a few lose ringlets fell down to frame her face. She look picture perfect on that night. If an artist had painted it anyone who saw it would have said it could not have been really and must have come from the artist imagination, no one, elf or not could have looked so beautiful. Had Thralia ever heard this description of herself she would have most likely have either laughed, had it been said by a close friend or blushed had it been said by anyone else. Thralia was indeed very shy and loved nothing more then to read or be out in the forest. She was not a big fan of fancy banquets because a) she'd have to attend and talk to people. b) She would be looked at because; where she was seated no one could help but glance at her once or twice if not more a night. c) She would rather be in the vast library reading a book.
The night wore on and Thralia had already been introduced to the King himself, but the mysterious Prince Legolas had been another matter. She had heard he was a great archer, one of the finest in Middle Earth, her farther had told her early. Thralia look around at the elfs present trying to pick out the Prince but since they had never met face to face this proved useless so she went back to enjoying her meal and the company of the elfs nearby, not noticing the handsome blonde elf starring at her many times during that dinner...
The following day, when she ventured from her haven, the library, she was informed that the Prince and the King had left early, and that the Prince had been disappointed by not being able to meet her before he left. She was request to talk to her Father in the conference room. Which was quite strange because the last time she had been ''requested'' to talk to her Father was when she had been in trouble as a child (a little incident with a game ball and a window, less said).
She entered the throne room a little surprised by the silence of the room. Usually there would be at least 50 elves rushing around discussing something or other. She ran through a list of things she could remember doing in the past week and couldn't think of anything that bad. She enter silently praying he had forgotten what he wanted to talked to her about...
''Hello pira min! How does this morning find you?'' the King said in a happy rather loud voice. In looks her and her father were quite alike with the same colour hair and the same eyes but when it came to personality the King tended to be a bit louder then his daughter. ''You look beautiful this morning '' She wore her hair the same as last night but her dress was a light purple trimmed in silver and her choker was two thin gold chains that held a purple tear in place, nothing to gaudy but sweet and simple, unlike some of the maidens in the court who wore very lavish jewellery and gowns no matter had simple the occasion. Who's attitude towards Thralia had been anything but sweet and that much was clear, they never talked to Thralia unless to taunt her (A/N: I know elves are meant to be mean but bear with me okay, if not just tell me in a review and I'II try and correct myself in future) and start a few rumours about her like that she was adopted. At least she could hide from their cruel remarks in the library, a place few of them ever went, confirming that at least to Thralia they were indeed simple. Years of taunts, which she had not reported to her father because she believed he was too busy for such a childish thing, had helped her like her own company and the many worlds that existed in the books in the library.
Back to the throne room... ''Good morning Father! I'm fine. You wanted to talk to me about something....'' she said while thinking *Please may he have forgotten, so I can get out of here*. Even though the conference room was beautiful, as was the entire palace, it was a bit intimidating when there is only one other person in it. ''Yes, yes I did my dear' He started *Great, dame elvish memory* she thought but out loud she said ''Yes, Ada'' ''I have some good news, the Prince of Mirkwood has asked for your hand in marriage.... Thralia tried not to shriek 'what!' at the top of her lungs at this remark, she didn't even know the Prince, they hadn't even meet, she had to remind herself to breath, *Marriage, but no I don't...I can't...how can I.but why.... this has to be a mistake* ''I agreed for you my dear; he is an outstanding lad, and think marriage to a member of Mirkwoods royal family. *But...I'm your daughter...I can't believe you would even...how could you? * Thralia thought as her father continued talking ''We are departing later today for Mirkwood. The wedding will be held in 3 months. We decided 3 months would give you two time to get to know each other. Now go tell your friends and get ready for the journey. Your maid has already prepared your bags. Now get a book or two it will be a long journey ''the King finished. Still smiling as if it was the greatest thing ever to happen...to him maybe it was but by no stretch of the imagination was it for her. At that moment she felt like she would feel if she had been bitten by one of the great spiders in Mirkwood -hurt, angry, helpless, and afraid. She left quickly, rushed down the hall passing some of the court maidens who informed her that ''the ugly monster in the mirror and in fact been her reflection'' and inquired ''where her friends were'', but at that moment in time she didn't care about their hurtful remarks. Opened the door of her room close it, gasped and leaned against the door and began crying, still in shock at the "wonderful" news.
A knock at the door and a call informed her that they would be leaving in an hour. Thralia changed quickly into frozen blue dress, complementing her eyes. She selected a book about the history of dragons, complete with stories of adventures. Her maid came in five minutes after to put a frozen rose in the back of her hair and wish her luck, telling her not to be afraid of being somewhere new. Thralia thanked the old elf that had looked after her for so long and held a place in her heart for the kindness she had always shown Thralia. With a heavy heart, Thralia left her room, depression quickly setting in. Slowly she made her way to the library to wait in her favourite place in the castle until the hour was up. She walked quietly into the peaceful library, even her light footsteps echoing throughout the room. Hundreds of different tomes of dusty knowledge placed in high rows of dark brown oak, the library was in itself for lack of a better word an awe-striking place, but that was not way Thralia liked this particular library over the others in the palace. It was, that not only was it usually deserted, but it also had a window looking out near the stable. A quick smile appeared on Thralia's lips, some other elf maidens would go into some foreign kingdom to marry some prince who they had never met before if their father told them too, but luckily our heroine was not like other elf maidens. Thralia did a quick search around the library making sure no one was there and walked swiftly over to the window where she sat on the window and grabbed onto a branch of a nearby tree and swung herself onto the trunk and climbed down. Raced over to the stables and got her horse ready for the trip. Thralia and her horse rode quickly and quietly to the edge of the forest outside of the gate, at the edge of the forest of Rivendell Thralia stopped and took one look back at her home before riding into the horizon.
Pira min = little one. Ada = Father. Yeap, that's the first chapter, tell me what you think. Until next time
LOVE PEACE BUNNIES 'N' BUBBLES ImpC
Please be kind this is my first story with a plot Also I'm not sure if this is a Mary-Sue because I'm not sure what a Mary-Sue is.
The great hall glisten as the moonlight shone through the glass dome of the home of one of Rivendell's greatest warriors. The banquet was held in the honour of the arrival of the King and Prince of Mirkwood. The beauty of the sculptures upon the walls could have put even the beauty of Lorien to shame. Not one of the elves who had the pleasure of dinning in the great hall that eve did not marvel at it's beauty even though many had been in the hall many times before, each time they enter their breath was taken away. Thralia sat at the head of the long banquet table, her father sat at the high chair looking around at all those present to celebrate the arrival of King of Mirkwood and the Prince. Thralia had long dark blonde/light brown hair that stood out from the elfs dark hair in the kingdom. Her best features were her eyes. All the other elfs had grey or blue eyes. True she had blue eyes but they were a frozen blue, not the deep sea blue or the light sky blue. Her eyes glinted with grey and always appear black until you were very near her. This night she was dressed in a blood red dress, trimmed with black and a black choker glittering with dark jewels with an onyx stone cut as a tear in the centre. She wore her hair in a high pony tail secured by red rose the shade of her dress, a few lose ringlets fell down to frame her face. She look picture perfect on that night. If an artist had painted it anyone who saw it would have said it could not have been really and must have come from the artist imagination, no one, elf or not could have looked so beautiful. Had Thralia ever heard this description of herself she would have most likely have either laughed, had it been said by a close friend or blushed had it been said by anyone else. Thralia was indeed very shy and loved nothing more then to read or be out in the forest. She was not a big fan of fancy banquets because a) she'd have to attend and talk to people. b) She would be looked at because; where she was seated no one could help but glance at her once or twice if not more a night. c) She would rather be in the vast library reading a book.
The night wore on and Thralia had already been introduced to the King himself, but the mysterious Prince Legolas had been another matter. She had heard he was a great archer, one of the finest in Middle Earth, her farther had told her early. Thralia look around at the elfs present trying to pick out the Prince but since they had never met face to face this proved useless so she went back to enjoying her meal and the company of the elfs nearby, not noticing the handsome blonde elf starring at her many times during that dinner...
The following day, when she ventured from her haven, the library, she was informed that the Prince and the King had left early, and that the Prince had been disappointed by not being able to meet her before he left. She was request to talk to her Father in the conference room. Which was quite strange because the last time she had been ''requested'' to talk to her Father was when she had been in trouble as a child (a little incident with a game ball and a window, less said).
She entered the throne room a little surprised by the silence of the room. Usually there would be at least 50 elves rushing around discussing something or other. She ran through a list of things she could remember doing in the past week and couldn't think of anything that bad. She enter silently praying he had forgotten what he wanted to talked to her about...
''Hello pira min! How does this morning find you?'' the King said in a happy rather loud voice. In looks her and her father were quite alike with the same colour hair and the same eyes but when it came to personality the King tended to be a bit louder then his daughter. ''You look beautiful this morning '' She wore her hair the same as last night but her dress was a light purple trimmed in silver and her choker was two thin gold chains that held a purple tear in place, nothing to gaudy but sweet and simple, unlike some of the maidens in the court who wore very lavish jewellery and gowns no matter had simple the occasion. Who's attitude towards Thralia had been anything but sweet and that much was clear, they never talked to Thralia unless to taunt her (A/N: I know elves are meant to be mean but bear with me okay, if not just tell me in a review and I'II try and correct myself in future) and start a few rumours about her like that she was adopted. At least she could hide from their cruel remarks in the library, a place few of them ever went, confirming that at least to Thralia they were indeed simple. Years of taunts, which she had not reported to her father because she believed he was too busy for such a childish thing, had helped her like her own company and the many worlds that existed in the books in the library.
Back to the throne room... ''Good morning Father! I'm fine. You wanted to talk to me about something....'' she said while thinking *Please may he have forgotten, so I can get out of here*. Even though the conference room was beautiful, as was the entire palace, it was a bit intimidating when there is only one other person in it. ''Yes, yes I did my dear' He started *Great, dame elvish memory* she thought but out loud she said ''Yes, Ada'' ''I have some good news, the Prince of Mirkwood has asked for your hand in marriage.... Thralia tried not to shriek 'what!' at the top of her lungs at this remark, she didn't even know the Prince, they hadn't even meet, she had to remind herself to breath, *Marriage, but no I don't...I can't...how can I.but why.... this has to be a mistake* ''I agreed for you my dear; he is an outstanding lad, and think marriage to a member of Mirkwoods royal family. *But...I'm your daughter...I can't believe you would even...how could you? * Thralia thought as her father continued talking ''We are departing later today for Mirkwood. The wedding will be held in 3 months. We decided 3 months would give you two time to get to know each other. Now go tell your friends and get ready for the journey. Your maid has already prepared your bags. Now get a book or two it will be a long journey ''the King finished. Still smiling as if it was the greatest thing ever to happen...to him maybe it was but by no stretch of the imagination was it for her. At that moment she felt like she would feel if she had been bitten by one of the great spiders in Mirkwood -hurt, angry, helpless, and afraid. She left quickly, rushed down the hall passing some of the court maidens who informed her that ''the ugly monster in the mirror and in fact been her reflection'' and inquired ''where her friends were'', but at that moment in time she didn't care about their hurtful remarks. Opened the door of her room close it, gasped and leaned against the door and began crying, still in shock at the "wonderful" news.
A knock at the door and a call informed her that they would be leaving in an hour. Thralia changed quickly into frozen blue dress, complementing her eyes. She selected a book about the history of dragons, complete with stories of adventures. Her maid came in five minutes after to put a frozen rose in the back of her hair and wish her luck, telling her not to be afraid of being somewhere new. Thralia thanked the old elf that had looked after her for so long and held a place in her heart for the kindness she had always shown Thralia. With a heavy heart, Thralia left her room, depression quickly setting in. Slowly she made her way to the library to wait in her favourite place in the castle until the hour was up. She walked quietly into the peaceful library, even her light footsteps echoing throughout the room. Hundreds of different tomes of dusty knowledge placed in high rows of dark brown oak, the library was in itself for lack of a better word an awe-striking place, but that was not way Thralia liked this particular library over the others in the palace. It was, that not only was it usually deserted, but it also had a window looking out near the stable. A quick smile appeared on Thralia's lips, some other elf maidens would go into some foreign kingdom to marry some prince who they had never met before if their father told them too, but luckily our heroine was not like other elf maidens. Thralia did a quick search around the library making sure no one was there and walked swiftly over to the window where she sat on the window and grabbed onto a branch of a nearby tree and swung herself onto the trunk and climbed down. Raced over to the stables and got her horse ready for the trip. Thralia and her horse rode quickly and quietly to the edge of the forest outside of the gate, at the edge of the forest of Rivendell Thralia stopped and took one look back at her home before riding into the horizon.
Pira min = little one. Ada = Father. Yeap, that's the first chapter, tell me what you think. Until next time
LOVE PEACE BUNNIES 'N' BUBBLES ImpC
