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Behold! This is Meggin Fallohide's fanfiction number two (well, not really the second one...I have written dozens of other ones, but are plainly too corny to actually post online, lol). All my fanfiction will be light reading. Lol, my parents probably wouldn't even let me write anything above PG 13.
The rating is: PG...just a mere parental guidance is necessary, although I'm pretty sure a newborn baby would be mature enough to handle the material (not that they can even read yet).
Anyway this story is sort of like a Lord of the Rings version of the old classic fairy tale Cinderella...it's all pretty simple. Arwen Undomiel is playing the role of Cinderella, Lord Elrond marries an 'evil stepmother' along with a good old batch of 'evil stepsisters', who harass and tease poor little 'Arwenella'. There's of course a slight twist at the end with the whole Ball issue...she is torn between who she should love...but of course I shouldn't give everything away, right?
This is a random idea I got before falling asleep one night. So...1. Excuse anything that might be lame or corny 2. Please leave some comments (good, bad, or completely insulting...anything that will be beneficial and help me write better) so I can get feedback if what I'm putting on this site is worthwhile and people are actually enjoying it 3. Excuse type-o's or wrong locations. I will probably spot them later on and edit them. Thanks!
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Chapter One- The News
Arwen Undomiel walked alone in the woods, enjoying herself under the shade of the towering trees, casting shadows on her pale and beautiful face. The sun shone brightly against the ground as it seeped through foliage above. On and on she walked, closing her eyes and stretching her face to Nature above. Her dress and cloak slightly trailed behind her. The elven maiden took a deep shuddering breath, and let it all go, opening her eyes and smiling. She greatly savored this alone time all by herself, without eyes constantly peering at her in curiosity. There was also something beautiful and at the same time haunting about the woods and forests, where everything would be completely silent save the crunching of leaves and branches under her delicate feet.
She looked up at the sky again, and breathed in the crisp forest air she so loved. It was getting dark, and the sun was making it's slow escape. I shouldn't keep Father worrying, she thought to herself. So she turned around and made her way back through the entwining trees, back to the House of Elrond where she would be staying with her Father for some time.
After stepping inside the palace, Arwen hastily dropped her cloak on the ground and rushed to the living room, hiding behind one of the walls and peeking around it to see who her father was talking to. It was clearly an elf, she could see, and as all of you know elves' appreances don't age, but Arwen could tell the elf maiden Elrond was talking to was much older than her, and around her father's age. The two of them were conversing in very rapid elvish, and even though Arwen was fluent in this their voices were very soft and she could barely hear a word that was spoken. She gasped as her father smiled, and reached over and took the maiden's hand in his. It was very rare her father smiled. And this type of smile clearly expressed deep affection and love. Surely her father wasn't interested in this lady? Arwen wasn't even accustomed to having a mother; she had barely spent time with her blood mom, Celebrian, who was long ago captured and poisonously wounded by orcs. Even though her brothers had rescued her, they had all sailed out of Middle-Earth long ago. For as long as Arwen had remembered she had switching dwellings between Lothlorien with her grandmother lady Galadriel, and most of the time with her father Lord Elrond at Rivendell.
And for the past few months, Arwen had heard rumors of her Father taking interest in one other, though she had never had the time to see the woman for herself.
Lord Elrond grinned and muttered something to his companion. The elf maiden's eyes bulged out, and her mouth quivered. Arwen was shocked. She had thought the elf very wise according to her appearance, but what happened next was totally unexpected.
"BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!" The lady gave out a tremendous, sickening laugh, one that probably mimicked a hog, boar, fifty galloping horses, a motorcycle, and a rock concert all blended into one. She saw her father flinch, but he continued smiling in that dreamy way. Arwen was disgusted. She hoped her Father didn't take this person seriously. Unfortunately, she hadn't been taking good care of herself as she was hiding, and the end of her long dress was clearly visible from where Elrond and his disgusting companion were seated.
"Daughter!" Elrond boomed. Arwen groaned. Elrond gave her one of his commanding lordly looks and motioned for her to come over. Arwen sighed, picking up her skirts and rushing over to where her father sat. He patted the cushion next to him. She sat. "Arwen...I introduce you to this fine Maiden." He gestured to the lady who had laughed like a hog, sitting right on his left hand.
"Uh...hello," Arwen muttered softly. She inspected the woman's face. From far away she looked rather decent, but from close up you could see the horrible truth. She certainly didn't contain the beauty of the other elves around Rivendell. Her forehead contained multitudes of wrinkles, which increased whenever she let out one of her horrendous laughs. Her eyes were rather normal, a piercing cold blue within. Her nose was large and rather stuck out. Her lips were fat and distracted her from every other feature when she looked upon her face. She hated to admit it, but she was the ugliest elf she had ever seen in her life. She even thought she was probably an elf about to mutate into an Uruk-Hai.
"Arwen!" her father called. The raven-haired elf was jolted out of her thoughts.
"Y-yes? Hello, Lady..."
"Her name is Lady Uggalflaed." Arwen suppressed her laughter with difficulty.
"Lady....Uggalflaed." Lady Uggalflaed squinched her eyes and held out her grubby hand. Arwen reached out and shook it, cringing at the dampness and sickening moistness of it. How could Father fall for this awful creature? She thought desperately to herself. Uggalflaed let go of her deathgrip.
"I...am sorry I have not introduced you earlier, my daughter, Lady Uggalflaed. My daughter has been rather busy lately." Arwen nodded in agreement, wondering where this whole thing was coming to. To avoid throwing up due to the disgusting face of the other elf Maiden not far from her, Arwen focused on her fingernails. "Arwen, I must tell you something. Listen to me." Elrond grabbed ahold of his daughter's shoulders, and faced her to him. She stared into the deep pools of blue in her father's face. "Lady Uggalflaed and I will wed in three days."
Arwen's mouth dropped open in the most unlady like way.
"WHAT?!!!"
"Shortly after that I will be traveling on an urgent mission to the Shire. There has been a terrible sickness and they have called upon me to provide the elvish medicine they so need. I should not be gone for long...I will try not to. Meanwhile I want you to stay here, with your new stepmother-to-be Lady Uggalflaed, and her two daughters." Arwen pictured two miniature Lady Uggalflaeds as her stepsisters. This was a nightmare.
"Father," she wailed, clinging to his sleeves. "You can't marry! Not here, not now! Please!" Elrond raised an eyebrow.
"And why not?" Arwen paused, and turned to look at the pig nearby. Elrond followed her gaze, and laughed.
"You needn't worry, my love, Lady Uggalflaed has promised to take very good care of you. And you will finally have some girls your own age to hang around with. You will meet them tomorrow, now isn't that nice?"
Arwen sat there, digesting everything. Her breathing grew heavy, and her mind clouded with horrible thoughts. This was not happening. This was like a nightmare come true.
Stifling a sob, she shoved her father's hands away and dashed up the stairs to her room, throwing herself on her sheets and crying into her arms.
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How am I doing? Do you all like the first chapter? READ AND REVIEW! MORE WILL BE COMING! cackling laughter --Meggin
Behold! This is Meggin Fallohide's fanfiction number two (well, not really the second one...I have written dozens of other ones, but are plainly too corny to actually post online, lol). All my fanfiction will be light reading. Lol, my parents probably wouldn't even let me write anything above PG 13.
The rating is: PG...just a mere parental guidance is necessary, although I'm pretty sure a newborn baby would be mature enough to handle the material (not that they can even read yet).
Anyway this story is sort of like a Lord of the Rings version of the old classic fairy tale Cinderella...it's all pretty simple. Arwen Undomiel is playing the role of Cinderella, Lord Elrond marries an 'evil stepmother' along with a good old batch of 'evil stepsisters', who harass and tease poor little 'Arwenella'. There's of course a slight twist at the end with the whole Ball issue...she is torn between who she should love...but of course I shouldn't give everything away, right?
This is a random idea I got before falling asleep one night. So...1. Excuse anything that might be lame or corny 2. Please leave some comments (good, bad, or completely insulting...anything that will be beneficial and help me write better) so I can get feedback if what I'm putting on this site is worthwhile and people are actually enjoying it 3. Excuse type-o's or wrong locations. I will probably spot them later on and edit them. Thanks!
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Chapter One- The News
Arwen Undomiel walked alone in the woods, enjoying herself under the shade of the towering trees, casting shadows on her pale and beautiful face. The sun shone brightly against the ground as it seeped through foliage above. On and on she walked, closing her eyes and stretching her face to Nature above. Her dress and cloak slightly trailed behind her. The elven maiden took a deep shuddering breath, and let it all go, opening her eyes and smiling. She greatly savored this alone time all by herself, without eyes constantly peering at her in curiosity. There was also something beautiful and at the same time haunting about the woods and forests, where everything would be completely silent save the crunching of leaves and branches under her delicate feet.
She looked up at the sky again, and breathed in the crisp forest air she so loved. It was getting dark, and the sun was making it's slow escape. I shouldn't keep Father worrying, she thought to herself. So she turned around and made her way back through the entwining trees, back to the House of Elrond where she would be staying with her Father for some time.
After stepping inside the palace, Arwen hastily dropped her cloak on the ground and rushed to the living room, hiding behind one of the walls and peeking around it to see who her father was talking to. It was clearly an elf, she could see, and as all of you know elves' appreances don't age, but Arwen could tell the elf maiden Elrond was talking to was much older than her, and around her father's age. The two of them were conversing in very rapid elvish, and even though Arwen was fluent in this their voices were very soft and she could barely hear a word that was spoken. She gasped as her father smiled, and reached over and took the maiden's hand in his. It was very rare her father smiled. And this type of smile clearly expressed deep affection and love. Surely her father wasn't interested in this lady? Arwen wasn't even accustomed to having a mother; she had barely spent time with her blood mom, Celebrian, who was long ago captured and poisonously wounded by orcs. Even though her brothers had rescued her, they had all sailed out of Middle-Earth long ago. For as long as Arwen had remembered she had switching dwellings between Lothlorien with her grandmother lady Galadriel, and most of the time with her father Lord Elrond at Rivendell.
And for the past few months, Arwen had heard rumors of her Father taking interest in one other, though she had never had the time to see the woman for herself.
Lord Elrond grinned and muttered something to his companion. The elf maiden's eyes bulged out, and her mouth quivered. Arwen was shocked. She had thought the elf very wise according to her appearance, but what happened next was totally unexpected.
"BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!" The lady gave out a tremendous, sickening laugh, one that probably mimicked a hog, boar, fifty galloping horses, a motorcycle, and a rock concert all blended into one. She saw her father flinch, but he continued smiling in that dreamy way. Arwen was disgusted. She hoped her Father didn't take this person seriously. Unfortunately, she hadn't been taking good care of herself as she was hiding, and the end of her long dress was clearly visible from where Elrond and his disgusting companion were seated.
"Daughter!" Elrond boomed. Arwen groaned. Elrond gave her one of his commanding lordly looks and motioned for her to come over. Arwen sighed, picking up her skirts and rushing over to where her father sat. He patted the cushion next to him. She sat. "Arwen...I introduce you to this fine Maiden." He gestured to the lady who had laughed like a hog, sitting right on his left hand.
"Uh...hello," Arwen muttered softly. She inspected the woman's face. From far away she looked rather decent, but from close up you could see the horrible truth. She certainly didn't contain the beauty of the other elves around Rivendell. Her forehead contained multitudes of wrinkles, which increased whenever she let out one of her horrendous laughs. Her eyes were rather normal, a piercing cold blue within. Her nose was large and rather stuck out. Her lips were fat and distracted her from every other feature when she looked upon her face. She hated to admit it, but she was the ugliest elf she had ever seen in her life. She even thought she was probably an elf about to mutate into an Uruk-Hai.
"Arwen!" her father called. The raven-haired elf was jolted out of her thoughts.
"Y-yes? Hello, Lady..."
"Her name is Lady Uggalflaed." Arwen suppressed her laughter with difficulty.
"Lady....Uggalflaed." Lady Uggalflaed squinched her eyes and held out her grubby hand. Arwen reached out and shook it, cringing at the dampness and sickening moistness of it. How could Father fall for this awful creature? She thought desperately to herself. Uggalflaed let go of her deathgrip.
"I...am sorry I have not introduced you earlier, my daughter, Lady Uggalflaed. My daughter has been rather busy lately." Arwen nodded in agreement, wondering where this whole thing was coming to. To avoid throwing up due to the disgusting face of the other elf Maiden not far from her, Arwen focused on her fingernails. "Arwen, I must tell you something. Listen to me." Elrond grabbed ahold of his daughter's shoulders, and faced her to him. She stared into the deep pools of blue in her father's face. "Lady Uggalflaed and I will wed in three days."
Arwen's mouth dropped open in the most unlady like way.
"WHAT?!!!"
"Shortly after that I will be traveling on an urgent mission to the Shire. There has been a terrible sickness and they have called upon me to provide the elvish medicine they so need. I should not be gone for long...I will try not to. Meanwhile I want you to stay here, with your new stepmother-to-be Lady Uggalflaed, and her two daughters." Arwen pictured two miniature Lady Uggalflaeds as her stepsisters. This was a nightmare.
"Father," she wailed, clinging to his sleeves. "You can't marry! Not here, not now! Please!" Elrond raised an eyebrow.
"And why not?" Arwen paused, and turned to look at the pig nearby. Elrond followed her gaze, and laughed.
"You needn't worry, my love, Lady Uggalflaed has promised to take very good care of you. And you will finally have some girls your own age to hang around with. You will meet them tomorrow, now isn't that nice?"
Arwen sat there, digesting everything. Her breathing grew heavy, and her mind clouded with horrible thoughts. This was not happening. This was like a nightmare come true.
Stifling a sob, she shoved her father's hands away and dashed up the stairs to her room, throwing herself on her sheets and crying into her arms.
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How am I doing? Do you all like the first chapter? READ AND REVIEW! MORE WILL BE COMING! cackling laughter --Meggin