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Author's note: There are a few differences throughout the story (the spellings all checked and other stuff) I WANT THIS TO BE A SAPPY LOVE STORY. Sorry if you don't like 'em. . . Oh yeah, review too.
Finally, the story . . . .
(Oh, and to everyone's misfortune I have put up a sequel… long time ago)
Galenvagoriel ran a silver plated comb her long brown hair and braided it expertly, and fastened the tiny braid it with a golden ribbon to match her long, unmanageable dress. She tucked her braids behind her pointed ears to reveal simple gold studs. She frowned at her imperfect reflection in her bedroom mirror. She was never fully happy with her looks, but she never really realized that no one is. 4 slow knocks than 2 fast ones startled her. She knew instantly that it was her father.
"Hello, father! Come in!" She sang out happily. People often said that Galenvagoriel had a very mellow, musical voice, even if she isn't a big chatterbox. But having a nice voice doesn't mean she can carry a tune. Gal may not know how to sing, but Gal had other little talents too.
Lord Elrond came in wearing a mismatched green and brown outfit. "My daugh-- -" he started, walking into Gal's quaint and cozy bedroom.
But Gal cut him off. "Before you say anything, father, I have to say that's is one of the worst outfits you have ever worn."
Lord Elrond shook his head. "So much like your mother and sister. Caught up in the world of clothes, parties, and royalty!!"
"Certainly not!" Gal was insulted, even if it was partly true. "I am one of the few elf princesses who enjoy archery and swords. You know that, father."
"Yes." Until then, Lord Elrond was fascinated on how his youngest daughter enjoyed archery and fighting, she was fascinated at how it was done, but she didn't have a clue on how to use one. She was so much like Elrond, yet so much like Arwen, his firstborn, and Celebrian, his beloved wife, God Bless her soul. "Speaking of arrows, I came here to bring you one." He presented her with a bunch of arrows with intricate designs carved on it, and its tip was silver as well as sharp. They were all tied together with a glittery silver ribbon.
"Thank you, father!!" Gal ran up to him to swallow him in a big embrace.
"Your welcome, child. Just a gift in exchange for the gift you gave me." He was speaking of the painting Gal had painted for him, which he hung above his bed. It was a beautiful view of Rivendell and with a portrait of her, Arwen, her mother, and her father. "You now have 27 different arrows, am I right?"
Gal turned her head towards the wall atop her bed, where her collection of various, intricately engraved arrows (that were never ever used). "Well, 29 actually. But your welcome all the same, father. You know it was my pleasure to do that."
"Oh yes." Elrond looked into his young daughters eyes and sighed. He spoiled his daughters much more than he really should, and this vexed him. He did not want Arwen to get acquainted with him giving her a new dress every so often, and with Gal receiving a new bouquet of arrows when she clearly had too much on display. He sighed, helpless. "And I wanted to remind you about the revelry we are having tonight in honor of the arrival of the king and prince or Mrikwood." He looked up and down at her revealing gown she wore, She had always dressed older than her age, and he gave a little frown but then smiled appreciatively when he saw gold and silver 'G' neckpiece he had given her for her last birthday around her neck. He had given Arwen an identical one, only with andA' on a brooch. "I suggest you dress appropriately for the occasion, child."
"Of course." Gal did all she could do not to roll her eyes at her traditional father.
After Lord Elrond had left, Gal went over to her pea- sized closet to pick out an outfit for the party. She looked at her array of glittering party gowns, which were heavy and sometimes itchy, but if you look towards the back she also had some trousers and her trusty leather pants. She considered wearing her pants, just to see what the guests' reaction might be, surely her sister would understand, for Arwen understood her like no one else did (Gal had heard Arwen did wear pants to a banquet sometime before, and she had made quite a scandal, just something Arwen like to do), But Gal had decided against it. She decided to just leave her gold gown on, and she just added taller (and much more uncomfortable), fancier heels and a translucent wrap. She had also removed her gold studs and 'G' necklace and wore her diamond necklace, along with matching long dangling earrings. She closed her chocolate-brown eyes for a moment, remembering her mother. Celebrian was smart, yet she was not what most people called 'beautiful' and not much of a warrior, and her temper flared a lot of the time, but she was very motherly. She had fallen into a river when she was pushed by an orc, and she never knew how to swim. She drowned and probably fell over a waterfall (just like Boromir!!). Galenvagoriel was still young at the time, and it was difficult for her father to tell her what had happened. Gal had gotten over the loss (it did happen some 2075 years ago), but she hasn't been inside that river since mother had passed away. Galenvagoriel opened her eyes half expecting she to cry. But then she laughed (it came out more of a choking sound) at the idea. She never cried. Even when her mother had passed away her father had said that she didn't cry, at all. She smiled. The 2 things she couldn't see herself doing.
Crying in the River.
She ran a comb through her dry hair once again and bounded over to the door, too impatient to wait for Lord Elrond to escort her. She flung the door open to see a fist right in front of her face, ready to knock.
"I'm sorry, milady." The owner of the fist replied hastily. She looked up to see eyes that were of a boring gray blue and normal hair, but he had very striking lips. He was about as old as her and had a strong, muscular build. She was impressed, for someone as young as they were to look so mature and wise.
"It's okay, young sir. Apology accepted." She smiled at him and she thought she saw a hint of redness in his cheeks. He was pretty fine looking, but she didn't really feel attracted to him . . ..
Not much anyway.
"I am Prince Legolas of Mirkwood, Galenvagoriel of Rivendell." Legolas mumbled softly as he kissed Galenvagoriel's hand lightly.
"Just call me Gal, Prince Legolas."
"Just Legolas. I am here to accompany you to the party."
"Very well." Galenvagoriel swung her arm around his as they walked towards the room filled with music and dancing.
During the merrymaking Legolas and Galenvagoriel knew there were sparks between them, but not in the way that you think. They seemed to make very good friends, and they had so much in common, yet so much differences. They both enjoyed archery, much to Legolas' surprise, only Legolas was good at it and Gal was not, and they shared a liking for paintings and sculptures, as well as poems, only Legolas doesn't have any artistic skill whatsoever. They both had some more time to talk as Legolas' father; King Tharanduil went into the garden to have a talk with Lord Elrond. Both Legolas and Galenvagoriel paid no attention to them, as well as everyone else, because Legolas and Gal had found a true best friend in each other.
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So That was the day the lovely Galenvagoriel of Rivendell met the charming Legolas of Mirkwood. . . . And they have been best friends ever since.
You like? Hope so. . . . please review!! *gets down on her knees* Please!
Author's note: There are a few differences throughout the story (the spellings all checked and other stuff) I WANT THIS TO BE A SAPPY LOVE STORY. Sorry if you don't like 'em. . . Oh yeah, review too.
Finally, the story . . . .
(Oh, and to everyone's misfortune I have put up a sequel… long time ago)
Galenvagoriel ran a silver plated comb her long brown hair and braided it expertly, and fastened the tiny braid it with a golden ribbon to match her long, unmanageable dress. She tucked her braids behind her pointed ears to reveal simple gold studs. She frowned at her imperfect reflection in her bedroom mirror. She was never fully happy with her looks, but she never really realized that no one is. 4 slow knocks than 2 fast ones startled her. She knew instantly that it was her father.
"Hello, father! Come in!" She sang out happily. People often said that Galenvagoriel had a very mellow, musical voice, even if she isn't a big chatterbox. But having a nice voice doesn't mean she can carry a tune. Gal may not know how to sing, but Gal had other little talents too.
Lord Elrond came in wearing a mismatched green and brown outfit. "My daugh-- -" he started, walking into Gal's quaint and cozy bedroom.
But Gal cut him off. "Before you say anything, father, I have to say that's is one of the worst outfits you have ever worn."
Lord Elrond shook his head. "So much like your mother and sister. Caught up in the world of clothes, parties, and royalty!!"
"Certainly not!" Gal was insulted, even if it was partly true. "I am one of the few elf princesses who enjoy archery and swords. You know that, father."
"Yes." Until then, Lord Elrond was fascinated on how his youngest daughter enjoyed archery and fighting, she was fascinated at how it was done, but she didn't have a clue on how to use one. She was so much like Elrond, yet so much like Arwen, his firstborn, and Celebrian, his beloved wife, God Bless her soul. "Speaking of arrows, I came here to bring you one." He presented her with a bunch of arrows with intricate designs carved on it, and its tip was silver as well as sharp. They were all tied together with a glittery silver ribbon.
"Thank you, father!!" Gal ran up to him to swallow him in a big embrace.
"Your welcome, child. Just a gift in exchange for the gift you gave me." He was speaking of the painting Gal had painted for him, which he hung above his bed. It was a beautiful view of Rivendell and with a portrait of her, Arwen, her mother, and her father. "You now have 27 different arrows, am I right?"
Gal turned her head towards the wall atop her bed, where her collection of various, intricately engraved arrows (that were never ever used). "Well, 29 actually. But your welcome all the same, father. You know it was my pleasure to do that."
"Oh yes." Elrond looked into his young daughters eyes and sighed. He spoiled his daughters much more than he really should, and this vexed him. He did not want Arwen to get acquainted with him giving her a new dress every so often, and with Gal receiving a new bouquet of arrows when she clearly had too much on display. He sighed, helpless. "And I wanted to remind you about the revelry we are having tonight in honor of the arrival of the king and prince or Mrikwood." He looked up and down at her revealing gown she wore, She had always dressed older than her age, and he gave a little frown but then smiled appreciatively when he saw gold and silver 'G' neckpiece he had given her for her last birthday around her neck. He had given Arwen an identical one, only with andA' on a brooch. "I suggest you dress appropriately for the occasion, child."
"Of course." Gal did all she could do not to roll her eyes at her traditional father.
After Lord Elrond had left, Gal went over to her pea- sized closet to pick out an outfit for the party. She looked at her array of glittering party gowns, which were heavy and sometimes itchy, but if you look towards the back she also had some trousers and her trusty leather pants. She considered wearing her pants, just to see what the guests' reaction might be, surely her sister would understand, for Arwen understood her like no one else did (Gal had heard Arwen did wear pants to a banquet sometime before, and she had made quite a scandal, just something Arwen like to do), But Gal had decided against it. She decided to just leave her gold gown on, and she just added taller (and much more uncomfortable), fancier heels and a translucent wrap. She had also removed her gold studs and 'G' necklace and wore her diamond necklace, along with matching long dangling earrings. She closed her chocolate-brown eyes for a moment, remembering her mother. Celebrian was smart, yet she was not what most people called 'beautiful' and not much of a warrior, and her temper flared a lot of the time, but she was very motherly. She had fallen into a river when she was pushed by an orc, and she never knew how to swim. She drowned and probably fell over a waterfall (just like Boromir!!). Galenvagoriel was still young at the time, and it was difficult for her father to tell her what had happened. Gal had gotten over the loss (it did happen some 2075 years ago), but she hasn't been inside that river since mother had passed away. Galenvagoriel opened her eyes half expecting she to cry. But then she laughed (it came out more of a choking sound) at the idea. She never cried. Even when her mother had passed away her father had said that she didn't cry, at all. She smiled. The 2 things she couldn't see herself doing.
Crying in the River.
She ran a comb through her dry hair once again and bounded over to the door, too impatient to wait for Lord Elrond to escort her. She flung the door open to see a fist right in front of her face, ready to knock.
"I'm sorry, milady." The owner of the fist replied hastily. She looked up to see eyes that were of a boring gray blue and normal hair, but he had very striking lips. He was about as old as her and had a strong, muscular build. She was impressed, for someone as young as they were to look so mature and wise.
"It's okay, young sir. Apology accepted." She smiled at him and she thought she saw a hint of redness in his cheeks. He was pretty fine looking, but she didn't really feel attracted to him . . ..
Not much anyway.
"I am Prince Legolas of Mirkwood, Galenvagoriel of Rivendell." Legolas mumbled softly as he kissed Galenvagoriel's hand lightly.
"Just call me Gal, Prince Legolas."
"Just Legolas. I am here to accompany you to the party."
"Very well." Galenvagoriel swung her arm around his as they walked towards the room filled with music and dancing.
During the merrymaking Legolas and Galenvagoriel knew there were sparks between them, but not in the way that you think. They seemed to make very good friends, and they had so much in common, yet so much differences. They both enjoyed archery, much to Legolas' surprise, only Legolas was good at it and Gal was not, and they shared a liking for paintings and sculptures, as well as poems, only Legolas doesn't have any artistic skill whatsoever. They both had some more time to talk as Legolas' father; King Tharanduil went into the garden to have a talk with Lord Elrond. Both Legolas and Galenvagoriel paid no attention to them, as well as everyone else, because Legolas and Gal had found a true best friend in each other.
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So That was the day the lovely Galenvagoriel of Rivendell met the charming Legolas of Mirkwood. . . . And they have been best friends ever since.
You like? Hope so. . . . please review!! *gets down on her knees* Please!