Disclaimer . . . I don't own anything that has to do with LOTR, but if
anyone is willing to give Legolas away, I (along with 19237 million girls
out there) would be happy to have him . . .. *Sigh*
Authors note: hello, people!! Guess what?? I'm going to the beach (Boracay, a small island here. . .) for three days!! Yahoo!! But I don't think I can bring the computer, so I'll just maybe post a new chapter later 2day (I got all the time on my hands!! My summer vacation started 6 hours ago. . .!) So see ya till then!!
CHAPTER 4: The heart-breaking news. . .
Legolas, Galenvagoriel, and Heath gasped.
"Legolas?" Haeathion asked, thoroughly confused. He thought they shared something special, something that only they had felt. Maybe it was because he was a man. . . . "Why do you choose him, dear?" Heath asked, holding her hand.
All Galenvagriel could do was shake her head, waiting for tears to fall, but naturally, they never did.
So she let go of Heath's comforting touch and ran out of the garden, leaving her food she had cooked especially for this, whizzing past Legolas and Heath, who were very, very shocked, for different reasons.
'So she does love me. . .' Legolas thought gladly, facing Heath, who was just standing there, dumbfounded.
'Why?' Heath wondered, It was like Gal, his love, and stolen his heart. He spotted blonde hair amidst the trees and faced Legolas who had happiness in his wide blue orbs. Heath breathed deeply, not wanting to hate Legolas, but he did, even if it was wrong. All he could do was nod to him and utter a farewell. "You are fortunate, Prince Legolas. I ask of you to treat her well. Goodbye."
Legolas was surprised he knew Heath was aware that Legolas had been there. All he could do was get down from the trees and nod. "Indeed I will, Haeathion."
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Galenvagoriel just ran, and ran, and ran. She went into her home, not giving a thought to the worried glances she got from the other elves in the grand Rivendell castle. Her sister was one of them, "What is wrong?" Arwen had asked, walking out of her room, in the middle of painting a self- portrait.
All Gal could do was shake her head and run faster. Her heart ached again, and she felt tired and weary. Gal was confused as well. She had said she chose Legolas over the man she loved, but she didn't mean to. She had wanted to say Heath was the one she loved, but something came over her, like a voice that said what was right. Her heart was talking, not her. She needed advice, and she knew just where to go. Gal slowed down to a hurried walk and she burst into her father's room, and Elrond sat on a oversized armchair, reading on the history of Rivendell. He looked up from his book and put the thick leather-bound book down on the table. "What troubles you, my daughter?"
Galenvagoriel sat on her father's spotless white bed, calming herself. She closed her eyes for a moment. "My heart, father. It has been hurting, aching, for a while now." She paused, as if her heart was speaking to her. "It is like part of it is missing, like I'm not complete without something . . . "
"Or someone." Elrond murmured softly, thank heavens his daughter hadn't heard him. Elrond's small eyes widened as his daughter told him what had happened earlier that day. How she had wanted to bring Legolas and Haeathion together, and he actually gave a little angry scream when he found out Heath had told his daughter to choose between him and Legolas. Elrond knew why he despised Heath so much, and it pained him that he couldn't tell Galenvagoriel his secret, although she might be pleased . . .
Elrond smiled when Gal told him that she had chosen Legolas, but he closed his eyes sadly when she explained that she did not mean to say Legolas' name. "It was like someone else was speaking, father! Like I wasn't the one talking . . ." Galenvagoriel explained quickly, like there was some deadline she had to reach . . . Her words slurred together but Elrond still understood her, crystal clear. "It was like it was my head speaking for me . . . or more like my heart. Yes, my heart . . ." She paused for breath, and glided over to her father, whose eyes were still closed, as if in deep concentration. "What was that? It has been confusing me lately . . ."
Elrond opened his eyes, but did not look straight at his young daughter just yet. He just stared down at his lap. "Father?"
"It is time."
Now Galenvagoriel was really confused. "Time for what? What are you speaking of?" She frowned and sat down beside her father.
"It is your destiny, Galenvagoriel." Elrond looked deep into Galenvagoriel's brown eyes, afraid of her reaction. "Now it is time."
"Stop saying that!!" Gal shook her head. "You mean the pain in my heart, the one who just spoke for me, that was my destiny?"
Erond just shrugged slightly. "Something of that sort . . .."
The unexplainable look on Galenvagoriels face urged him to continue. "Well, I have to say something, my dearest."
"What? Will I benefit from this? Will it make me happy and less confused, as I hope?"
"Less confused?" Elrond's brow furrowed. "Might be . . . happy? I am somewhat sure of it."
Galenvagoriel was looking angrier by the minute. "Tell me, I cannot stand this!" she urged Elrond, who looked torn.
"It might not be the right time . . .. But you do say you feel a part of you is missing . . . perhaps a part of your soul? A part of which you are?" Elrond had a hint of nervousness in his voice.
"Yes!" Gal nervously rubbed her hands together, then felt the soft, plush velvet of the armchair she sat on. She didn't know if she wanted to hear it, for it didn't sound too good, but then, it didn't sound that bad either . . . .
"Then it is time," Elrond confirmed.
"Aaaah!" Gal was impatient. "Say that yet again father, and I will---"
"Oh very well." Elrond raised his voice slightly. "We have cast a spell on you and another one, whom you do not yet know of."
Galenvagoriel just sat there, somewhat thinking they were playing a cruel trick on her, to make her life complicated. But what her father was about to say proved that this was no mere joke.
"What I mean to say, that when you feel your heart is incomplete, it really is." Elrond sighed softly. "You are betrothed to someone, and when you are detached from this person for even a few moments, you will feel a sense of emptiness . . .. When the feeling is in your heart, like how you say, that means it is time."
Galenvagoriel tried to process all this information, but it was overwhelming. There were so many questions that needed answers. "Why did you keep it a secret from me? When did you agree to wed me to someone who I do not even know?" All the questions popped into her mind, but there was one she really wanted to know the answer of. "Wait, what do you mean it is time? Time for what?!"
"Your marriage, daughter."
"What!!! How can you do this to me? Why?" Gal was hysterical now. "How do you know? Because of this pain?" Gal jumped up and paced around the room, getting angrier the more she gave the situation a thought.
All Elrond could do was shake has head yes. It was one of the few time sin his daughters life that things were not going as she pleased. He knew spoiling his daughters was a bad idea.
"I refuse to be wed to some person I have no knowledge of!" Just then Galenvagoriel knew that she was asking all the wrong questions. The most important one was, "Wait. . . . Whom will I be married to, anyway?"
And at this, Elrond smiled. "You will quite like it, in fact." Elrond went over to the round window made of shining glass and oak wood to the side of the room. He pointed outside, to the middle of the spacious garden. "Meet your future husband . . .."
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A/N: Ooooohhh, this is so Mary-sue, I loove it! I guess you figured it out already
Authors note: hello, people!! Guess what?? I'm going to the beach (Boracay, a small island here. . .) for three days!! Yahoo!! But I don't think I can bring the computer, so I'll just maybe post a new chapter later 2day (I got all the time on my hands!! My summer vacation started 6 hours ago. . .!) So see ya till then!!
CHAPTER 4: The heart-breaking news. . .
Legolas, Galenvagoriel, and Heath gasped.
"Legolas?" Haeathion asked, thoroughly confused. He thought they shared something special, something that only they had felt. Maybe it was because he was a man. . . . "Why do you choose him, dear?" Heath asked, holding her hand.
All Galenvagriel could do was shake her head, waiting for tears to fall, but naturally, they never did.
So she let go of Heath's comforting touch and ran out of the garden, leaving her food she had cooked especially for this, whizzing past Legolas and Heath, who were very, very shocked, for different reasons.
'So she does love me. . .' Legolas thought gladly, facing Heath, who was just standing there, dumbfounded.
'Why?' Heath wondered, It was like Gal, his love, and stolen his heart. He spotted blonde hair amidst the trees and faced Legolas who had happiness in his wide blue orbs. Heath breathed deeply, not wanting to hate Legolas, but he did, even if it was wrong. All he could do was nod to him and utter a farewell. "You are fortunate, Prince Legolas. I ask of you to treat her well. Goodbye."
Legolas was surprised he knew Heath was aware that Legolas had been there. All he could do was get down from the trees and nod. "Indeed I will, Haeathion."
- - - - - -
Galenvagoriel just ran, and ran, and ran. She went into her home, not giving a thought to the worried glances she got from the other elves in the grand Rivendell castle. Her sister was one of them, "What is wrong?" Arwen had asked, walking out of her room, in the middle of painting a self- portrait.
All Gal could do was shake her head and run faster. Her heart ached again, and she felt tired and weary. Gal was confused as well. She had said she chose Legolas over the man she loved, but she didn't mean to. She had wanted to say Heath was the one she loved, but something came over her, like a voice that said what was right. Her heart was talking, not her. She needed advice, and she knew just where to go. Gal slowed down to a hurried walk and she burst into her father's room, and Elrond sat on a oversized armchair, reading on the history of Rivendell. He looked up from his book and put the thick leather-bound book down on the table. "What troubles you, my daughter?"
Galenvagoriel sat on her father's spotless white bed, calming herself. She closed her eyes for a moment. "My heart, father. It has been hurting, aching, for a while now." She paused, as if her heart was speaking to her. "It is like part of it is missing, like I'm not complete without something . . . "
"Or someone." Elrond murmured softly, thank heavens his daughter hadn't heard him. Elrond's small eyes widened as his daughter told him what had happened earlier that day. How she had wanted to bring Legolas and Haeathion together, and he actually gave a little angry scream when he found out Heath had told his daughter to choose between him and Legolas. Elrond knew why he despised Heath so much, and it pained him that he couldn't tell Galenvagoriel his secret, although she might be pleased . . .
Elrond smiled when Gal told him that she had chosen Legolas, but he closed his eyes sadly when she explained that she did not mean to say Legolas' name. "It was like someone else was speaking, father! Like I wasn't the one talking . . ." Galenvagoriel explained quickly, like there was some deadline she had to reach . . . Her words slurred together but Elrond still understood her, crystal clear. "It was like it was my head speaking for me . . . or more like my heart. Yes, my heart . . ." She paused for breath, and glided over to her father, whose eyes were still closed, as if in deep concentration. "What was that? It has been confusing me lately . . ."
Elrond opened his eyes, but did not look straight at his young daughter just yet. He just stared down at his lap. "Father?"
"It is time."
Now Galenvagoriel was really confused. "Time for what? What are you speaking of?" She frowned and sat down beside her father.
"It is your destiny, Galenvagoriel." Elrond looked deep into Galenvagoriel's brown eyes, afraid of her reaction. "Now it is time."
"Stop saying that!!" Gal shook her head. "You mean the pain in my heart, the one who just spoke for me, that was my destiny?"
Erond just shrugged slightly. "Something of that sort . . .."
The unexplainable look on Galenvagoriels face urged him to continue. "Well, I have to say something, my dearest."
"What? Will I benefit from this? Will it make me happy and less confused, as I hope?"
"Less confused?" Elrond's brow furrowed. "Might be . . . happy? I am somewhat sure of it."
Galenvagoriel was looking angrier by the minute. "Tell me, I cannot stand this!" she urged Elrond, who looked torn.
"It might not be the right time . . .. But you do say you feel a part of you is missing . . . perhaps a part of your soul? A part of which you are?" Elrond had a hint of nervousness in his voice.
"Yes!" Gal nervously rubbed her hands together, then felt the soft, plush velvet of the armchair she sat on. She didn't know if she wanted to hear it, for it didn't sound too good, but then, it didn't sound that bad either . . . .
"Then it is time," Elrond confirmed.
"Aaaah!" Gal was impatient. "Say that yet again father, and I will---"
"Oh very well." Elrond raised his voice slightly. "We have cast a spell on you and another one, whom you do not yet know of."
Galenvagoriel just sat there, somewhat thinking they were playing a cruel trick on her, to make her life complicated. But what her father was about to say proved that this was no mere joke.
"What I mean to say, that when you feel your heart is incomplete, it really is." Elrond sighed softly. "You are betrothed to someone, and when you are detached from this person for even a few moments, you will feel a sense of emptiness . . .. When the feeling is in your heart, like how you say, that means it is time."
Galenvagoriel tried to process all this information, but it was overwhelming. There were so many questions that needed answers. "Why did you keep it a secret from me? When did you agree to wed me to someone who I do not even know?" All the questions popped into her mind, but there was one she really wanted to know the answer of. "Wait, what do you mean it is time? Time for what?!"
"Your marriage, daughter."
"What!!! How can you do this to me? Why?" Gal was hysterical now. "How do you know? Because of this pain?" Gal jumped up and paced around the room, getting angrier the more she gave the situation a thought.
All Elrond could do was shake has head yes. It was one of the few time sin his daughters life that things were not going as she pleased. He knew spoiling his daughters was a bad idea.
"I refuse to be wed to some person I have no knowledge of!" Just then Galenvagoriel knew that she was asking all the wrong questions. The most important one was, "Wait. . . . Whom will I be married to, anyway?"
And at this, Elrond smiled. "You will quite like it, in fact." Elrond went over to the round window made of shining glass and oak wood to the side of the room. He pointed outside, to the middle of the spacious garden. "Meet your future husband . . .."
- - -
A/N: Ooooohhh, this is so Mary-sue, I loove it! I guess you figured it out already