Characters:
King Elessar: Aragorn.
Prince Eldarion: Aragorn's son.
Queen Arwen: Arwen
Arianna: main character.
Steward Boromir: Arianna's father.
Lady Monien: Arianna's mother.
That's the Way Life Goes. Chapter one: Yesterday and Tomorrow.
"No! I refuse to help you."
"No. I shall not."
"I am afraid that it will not be possible."
"It is not within my abilities to help you."
"No!"
"No."
"Nooooo."
"NO."
"NO!"
"No?"
"No. I absolutely, completely refuse to do your schoolwork for you."
Nine-year-old Arianna, daughter of the Steward of Gondor stood in front of her mirror with large eyes. Her reflection stared back at her uncertainly. It was her day; her birthday was today, and she was not going to let that son of a king force her into doing his schoolwork for him.
The image in the mirror took a deep breath and held it for ten seconds. It slowly exhaled as it watched her fidget with her braid. The breath was to help calm her down. It worked, but only momentarily as thoughts of a ruined day flashed in her mind.
This birthday could not be like the others. Today her father and mother would both be there. She could not let this day end up as a disaster. Not like the last time two years ago when the prince and his flock of tittering pigeons that he called friends unceremoniously dropped her into the shallow stream next to the royal festival grounds where the party was to be.
She had emerged looking like a river rat, and her new skirts had been spoiled. It was not a surprise when she received an hour-long lecture on behaving from her mother, then another hour-long lecture from her head maid about the dress.
They still, up until that very day, looked at her disapprovingly. It was all she could do to keep from pulling the prince's hair out, because as soon as her lecturers left the room, he and his ugly pigeon-like 'friends' entered and started their own.
This time, the lecture was a little different. It's thesis began with a four minute, detailed account on why the prince would be so very obliged to explain to her mother that she had provoked him into pushing her into the river. The introduction included vivid pictures that displayed how exactly she had started calling him names, and then threatened to push a friend of his own into the river unless he accompanied her to the next annual ball.
The body of the lecture was based on the number of weekly chores and errands that the prince would no longer do on account of her being appointed to the task of completing them all. Some of those chores included the many arithmetic questions that were given to the prince for him to do. It was obviously unimportant that she was also assigned the same questions when he was, and would then have to do twice the work.
Another chore, that had not previously existed but was thought up on the spur of the moment, was that she would then copy out eight copies of the formerly said homework in order so that his pigeons would not fail their classes as well.
The conclusion of the lecture was summed up in merely six words: "do it, or live in misery."
And so now, in front of her mirror she stood, relaying to herself the different ways in which to refuse to do their homework. Her practice made her confident, and she nodded to her reflection in satisfaction.
Taking more deep breaths to calm herself, she walked to her door. As she raised her hand to open it, she heard voices on the other side. They were the voices of the prince and his cronies. Not now!
She looked up at the top of the door. Thankfully, the door was locked. She looked around wildly. The voices were coming closer. Here eyes widened as she looked wildly around the room for an escape.
There! The terrace! She would be able to climb out the window in her second floor room and follow the wall down to the balcony where she could then walk along it to the courtyard and then to the library. It was a sure thing: the prince and his friends never went to the library.
Arianna chuckled lightly to herself as she thought about the last time he had gone there. It had been only a year ago that it he had been forced by his mother to take history lessons in the vast library with their professor, Lord Royard.
The lessons were supposed to last a year, and he would go every other day. Unfortunately, the lessons stopped because the prince would rarely show up. It was unfortunate because Arianna spent most of her time in the library and she loved the lessons. She had never been allowed to have history lessons, but it was that very history that enticed her so.
Whenever the prince did come to lessons she would be hiding in the next row of stacks over listening to every word. It was a shame that no one had ever asked if she would like to learn also. But she supposed it just as well because if she had joined, she would have been doing not only her work, but the prince's too.
And so she chuckled because he had no idea. none at all that she was with him in every class he attended, but he could not make her do his work. He did not know, either, how she laughed every time that he made a mistake and the professor lectured him. She would have loved to see his face if he ever found out, but she would hate it as well, for it would mean that she would regret ever doing what she loved to do: learn.
Landing hard on the balcony, she cried out when she felt a sharp pain course through her ankle and foot. She reached to the wall to steady herself when she heard angry voices from above. She took a quick breath in and stood flat with her back against the wall. They were not going to ruin her day.
When the voices died down, still keeping her back to the wall, she walked slowly towards the courtyard. Several times before reaching it, she was hindered by more voices. She froze each time, but each time it turned out to be someone else.
Once she made it to the courtyard, she looked back to make sure that no one was following her. As soon as she was satisfied there was no one, she turned back to face the courtyard and shrieked.
There, standing in front of her was...
Who was it that Arianna saw? Who made her scream out in terror? Tune in next time to That's the Way Life Goes to find out.
Hey, hope you guys liked that one. Its definitely an original.
That's the Way Life Goes. Chapter one: Yesterday and Tomorrow.
"No! I refuse to help you."
"No. I shall not."
"I am afraid that it will not be possible."
"It is not within my abilities to help you."
"No!"
"No."
"Nooooo."
"NO."
"NO!"
"No?"
"No. I absolutely, completely refuse to do your schoolwork for you."
Nine-year-old Arianna, daughter of the Steward of Gondor stood in front of her mirror with large eyes. Her reflection stared back at her uncertainly. It was her day; her birthday was today, and she was not going to let that son of a king force her into doing his schoolwork for him.
The image in the mirror took a deep breath and held it for ten seconds. It slowly exhaled as it watched her fidget with her braid. The breath was to help calm her down. It worked, but only momentarily as thoughts of a ruined day flashed in her mind.
This birthday could not be like the others. Today her father and mother would both be there. She could not let this day end up as a disaster. Not like the last time two years ago when the prince and his flock of tittering pigeons that he called friends unceremoniously dropped her into the shallow stream next to the royal festival grounds where the party was to be.
She had emerged looking like a river rat, and her new skirts had been spoiled. It was not a surprise when she received an hour-long lecture on behaving from her mother, then another hour-long lecture from her head maid about the dress.
They still, up until that very day, looked at her disapprovingly. It was all she could do to keep from pulling the prince's hair out, because as soon as her lecturers left the room, he and his ugly pigeon-like 'friends' entered and started their own.
This time, the lecture was a little different. It's thesis began with a four minute, detailed account on why the prince would be so very obliged to explain to her mother that she had provoked him into pushing her into the river. The introduction included vivid pictures that displayed how exactly she had started calling him names, and then threatened to push a friend of his own into the river unless he accompanied her to the next annual ball.
The body of the lecture was based on the number of weekly chores and errands that the prince would no longer do on account of her being appointed to the task of completing them all. Some of those chores included the many arithmetic questions that were given to the prince for him to do. It was obviously unimportant that she was also assigned the same questions when he was, and would then have to do twice the work.
Another chore, that had not previously existed but was thought up on the spur of the moment, was that she would then copy out eight copies of the formerly said homework in order so that his pigeons would not fail their classes as well.
The conclusion of the lecture was summed up in merely six words: "do it, or live in misery."
And so now, in front of her mirror she stood, relaying to herself the different ways in which to refuse to do their homework. Her practice made her confident, and she nodded to her reflection in satisfaction.
Taking more deep breaths to calm herself, she walked to her door. As she raised her hand to open it, she heard voices on the other side. They were the voices of the prince and his cronies. Not now!
She looked up at the top of the door. Thankfully, the door was locked. She looked around wildly. The voices were coming closer. Here eyes widened as she looked wildly around the room for an escape.
There! The terrace! She would be able to climb out the window in her second floor room and follow the wall down to the balcony where she could then walk along it to the courtyard and then to the library. It was a sure thing: the prince and his friends never went to the library.
Arianna chuckled lightly to herself as she thought about the last time he had gone there. It had been only a year ago that it he had been forced by his mother to take history lessons in the vast library with their professor, Lord Royard.
The lessons were supposed to last a year, and he would go every other day. Unfortunately, the lessons stopped because the prince would rarely show up. It was unfortunate because Arianna spent most of her time in the library and she loved the lessons. She had never been allowed to have history lessons, but it was that very history that enticed her so.
Whenever the prince did come to lessons she would be hiding in the next row of stacks over listening to every word. It was a shame that no one had ever asked if she would like to learn also. But she supposed it just as well because if she had joined, she would have been doing not only her work, but the prince's too.
And so she chuckled because he had no idea. none at all that she was with him in every class he attended, but he could not make her do his work. He did not know, either, how she laughed every time that he made a mistake and the professor lectured him. She would have loved to see his face if he ever found out, but she would hate it as well, for it would mean that she would regret ever doing what she loved to do: learn.
Landing hard on the balcony, she cried out when she felt a sharp pain course through her ankle and foot. She reached to the wall to steady herself when she heard angry voices from above. She took a quick breath in and stood flat with her back against the wall. They were not going to ruin her day.
When the voices died down, still keeping her back to the wall, she walked slowly towards the courtyard. Several times before reaching it, she was hindered by more voices. She froze each time, but each time it turned out to be someone else.
Once she made it to the courtyard, she looked back to make sure that no one was following her. As soon as she was satisfied there was no one, she turned back to face the courtyard and shrieked.
There, standing in front of her was...
Who was it that Arianna saw? Who made her scream out in terror? Tune in next time to That's the Way Life Goes to find out.
Hey, hope you guys liked that one. Its definitely an original.