Disclaimer: All the stuff you recognize belongs to the much-loved authors,
David and Leigh (sp?) Eddings. Unless some nice person has gone and bought
it for me? No? Oh well.
To my reviewers:
That person who accused Elsirra of being a Mary-Sue, you may have a point. But I don't care. Firstly, and I wasn't actually going to mention this before I was good'n'ready, that 'budding romance' isn't going to happen. It's just there because I felt like being mean to Geran. As for the out-of- character-ness, I KNOW. And I don't care about that either. This is written solely for me, and if other people happen to like it, great, if not, they don't have to read it. I never claimed to be David Eddings, so how could I really write his characters just how they should be written, me being this amateur writer who only really writes because in her self-centered little world it's a stress-release…
Okay, I'm going to stop fuming now. On to the other reviewers…
Beldaran? Make trouble? Well, that would explain the chapter title….
Of course Silk's coming back into this story. I wanted to steal him away from Velvet, but then I thought she'd gone to so much trouble, it just wouldn't be fair.
No, sorry, no romance with Geran and Elsirra. He's just infatuated, which he realizes when he meets Princess Vialla of Cthol Murgos, Prala and Urgit's daughter. She's going to be much more interested in Prince Zakann of Mallorea, nephew of Zakath and Cyradis. Anyway, don't mind me…on with the Mary-Sue Bit of Fluff Story! (sorry, still fuming…)
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Chapter Three: Troubled Waters
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Elsirra stood next to Captain Greldik on the ship, bound for Cthol Murgos (apparently Urgit owed Silk a favor or three). Belgarath had worried a bit about letting the 'pretty young ladies' loose among Greldik's men, but the sailors had been given the hard word by Greldik, and they weren't stupid enough to try something with a princess.
((a/n: Especially one who was apparently part snake…yech. Whoo-hoo, my stories are Mary Sue and I can't write IC, but I'm so hyper right now I've forgotten to care…))
"Ella? Girl, you look awful." Greldik remarked. She glanced fondly at him. She'd always liked Greldik when she was reading the books, and Belgarath. Oooh, but especially Beldin and Silk…my, my, getting a bit off track…
"I'm okay, cap'n, I'm just feeling a bit disquieted. I didn't ask to be some lost princess. I mean, this is what I've always dreamed of – but now that it's a reality, I just want to go home." She stared out over the dark waters, watching the milky white moon reflected on the ocean.
"Nobody asked for this, Ella," Greldik said, in one of his brief moments of philosophy and wisdom. "But it's here, and it's who you are, and you can't run away just because you're getting the jitters. You've got all these nice big powerful lads with big swords and magick behind you, trust them."
Elsirra nodded, and hugged him. "Thank you, cap'n."
She vanished into her quarters, leaving only a faint rosy scent to tell she had been there at all.
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"She outranks me!"
"Oh, shut it, Beldaran." Geran flapped a hand at her irritably. "It's not like there aren't dozens of people out there who do. Belar, you are something else, Bella."
"She just appears out of thin air and outranks me." Beldaran was not impressed. Elsirra was the heir to the Snake Queen's throne, and she was just…Princess Beldaran. Everyone outranked her. She was a princess of Riva, and people overlooked her constantly. Seeking out her brother, Geran, who had been on adventures before he could talk. Her mother told her to stop being foolish, but she knew that Queen Ce'Nedra of Riva had been similar, years ago. Imperial Princess of Tolnedra and Queen of Riva, co-ruler and wife of Belgarion, she had two impressive titles to her credit. Beldaran was just a second child.
"She's always been a princess, it's not something you turn on and off." Geran growled. Beldaran ignored him. As per usual.
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Geran abandoned his sister to her fuming, and he didn't think she'd even noticed he was gone.
Elsirra nearly bumped into him, she went skidding along the damp and slippery deck trying to avoid him, sending herself into a sprawling heap by some barrels.
"Elsirra!" he exclaimed, surprised. He quickly went over to help her up.
Elsirra ignored his outstretched hand and stood up. "I'm fine, nothing hurt except my pride."
Geran nodded, and then was distracted as the ship stopped in the harbor, and Murgos stopped in their daily work to wonder what an Alorn ship was doing in their harbor.
Waiting on the quay was the Royal Family – Lady Tamazin, Lord Oskatat, Queen Prala, King Urgit, and their young daughter, Princess Vialla.
"Urgit, stop that." Prala muttered, annoyed, as Urgit fiddled absently with his blue doublet.
"Yes, dear." He replied automatically.
Silk sighed dramatically as he walked down to greet his brother. "Hen- picked."
Prala smiled complacently as she said sweetly, "And how is Liselle?"
Urgit smirked at his brother, and Elsirra was looking around in awe.
"Your Highness," Urgit greeted her. "We're a bit about you – everyone is wondering about Salmissra's daughter."
Elsirra curtseyed. "Your Majesty, it is my pleasure."
Vialla looked quite taken with Geran, and he with her. The handsome ((a/n: naturally. I'm sure people wouldn't approve of me making Geran deformed…though that can be arranged…)) prince stared at the Murgo (and Drasnian…Urgit is here because a Drasnian gentleman liked to pick locks, snigger, snigger) princess.
Vialla had long dark hair, and her skin was lightly tanned. She was rather tall – Elsirra noted this fact with envy – and slender, with green eyes and an easy smile.
She smiled at Geran, and Elsirra noted this too.
She wondered if Geran was as dense as Garion had been at times, and if she was going to need to play matchmaker.
She heard the telltale little bell toll, and smiled faintly. She saw Polgara looking at her curiously, and just smiled some more.
Those two? she asked silently.
Yes. The Necessity seemed to be one of few words lately.
I can think of some Alorns who aren't going to approve of that. Your sense of humor is almost as warped as I'm told Beldin was, or is, whatever. Elsirra was amused. Clearly.
The Necessity did not deign to make comment.
She resisted the urge to snigger. Princesses do not snigger. Then again, princessly princesses do not tell Silk that they're part serpent just to see the expression on his face.
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"…so you can turn into a snake?"
Vialla seemed impressed by the idea.
"I've never tried. I suppose." Elsirra nodded.
"Can you see if you can?" Vialla asked. "You're a sorceress, after all. You can change form?"
"Took a while to get it right, but yeah. I mean yes." Elsirra nods. First time she tried to change form, she created a whole new animal…
…Belgarath was very impressed with the wolowpent (wolf/owl/serpent).
NOT!
Poledra thought it was amusing when his face turned red and he told her very, very quietly and calmly to change back, since he was sure he'd never seen one of __them__ around the place.
"So try it!" Vialla cut through Elsirra's pondering.
"Okay, okay." Elsirra conjured in her mind the image of a snake, a large blue snake, long and slender. Sort of, pouring herself into the completed image, Elsirra changed.
"Wow. And I'm fairly sure that snakes don't come in pale blue." Vialla noted.
It's my favorite color.
"Oh—was that in my head?"
Umm.
"I'll take that as a yes. Can we go see Uncle Silk now?"
Right now?
"Yes."
If snakes can snicker, Elsirra just did.
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"By all that is holy, what the hell is that!"
"Elsirra, I believe." Belgarath told the shaking Drasnian. Silk did __not__ like the idea that the dark haired Nyissan girl that sat next to him at breakfast was now a snake who happened to be draped loosely around Princess Vialla's arm.
Geran choked a bit when he saw them.
Elsirra turned back, and giggled at them. "Sorry. It was her idea."
"That's right, Ella, get me in trouble with my uncle." Vialla tried to look stern. Didn't work.
Beldaran was seething.
With every new day, Elsirra was more and more 'one of them' and less and less 'that girl'.
Something would have to be done.
She looked out over the water, ignoring the boisterous-ness behind her, troubled.
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Author's Note: Yep. My attempt at a David Eddings fic totally bites. Anyone who thinks so, don't review, because I do know how bad this fic is and I am doing my very best, I swear. It's not as good as my other fics – which really aren't so great either. So…all flames will be used in my dungeons to roast marshmallows over my prisoners, and all flamers can get a life. Or a grave, whichever.
To my reviewers:
That person who accused Elsirra of being a Mary-Sue, you may have a point. But I don't care. Firstly, and I wasn't actually going to mention this before I was good'n'ready, that 'budding romance' isn't going to happen. It's just there because I felt like being mean to Geran. As for the out-of- character-ness, I KNOW. And I don't care about that either. This is written solely for me, and if other people happen to like it, great, if not, they don't have to read it. I never claimed to be David Eddings, so how could I really write his characters just how they should be written, me being this amateur writer who only really writes because in her self-centered little world it's a stress-release…
Okay, I'm going to stop fuming now. On to the other reviewers…
Beldaran? Make trouble? Well, that would explain the chapter title….
Of course Silk's coming back into this story. I wanted to steal him away from Velvet, but then I thought she'd gone to so much trouble, it just wouldn't be fair.
No, sorry, no romance with Geran and Elsirra. He's just infatuated, which he realizes when he meets Princess Vialla of Cthol Murgos, Prala and Urgit's daughter. She's going to be much more interested in Prince Zakann of Mallorea, nephew of Zakath and Cyradis. Anyway, don't mind me…on with the Mary-Sue Bit of Fluff Story! (sorry, still fuming…)
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Chapter Three: Troubled Waters
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Elsirra stood next to Captain Greldik on the ship, bound for Cthol Murgos (apparently Urgit owed Silk a favor or three). Belgarath had worried a bit about letting the 'pretty young ladies' loose among Greldik's men, but the sailors had been given the hard word by Greldik, and they weren't stupid enough to try something with a princess.
((a/n: Especially one who was apparently part snake…yech. Whoo-hoo, my stories are Mary Sue and I can't write IC, but I'm so hyper right now I've forgotten to care…))
"Ella? Girl, you look awful." Greldik remarked. She glanced fondly at him. She'd always liked Greldik when she was reading the books, and Belgarath. Oooh, but especially Beldin and Silk…my, my, getting a bit off track…
"I'm okay, cap'n, I'm just feeling a bit disquieted. I didn't ask to be some lost princess. I mean, this is what I've always dreamed of – but now that it's a reality, I just want to go home." She stared out over the dark waters, watching the milky white moon reflected on the ocean.
"Nobody asked for this, Ella," Greldik said, in one of his brief moments of philosophy and wisdom. "But it's here, and it's who you are, and you can't run away just because you're getting the jitters. You've got all these nice big powerful lads with big swords and magick behind you, trust them."
Elsirra nodded, and hugged him. "Thank you, cap'n."
She vanished into her quarters, leaving only a faint rosy scent to tell she had been there at all.
~*~
"She outranks me!"
"Oh, shut it, Beldaran." Geran flapped a hand at her irritably. "It's not like there aren't dozens of people out there who do. Belar, you are something else, Bella."
"She just appears out of thin air and outranks me." Beldaran was not impressed. Elsirra was the heir to the Snake Queen's throne, and she was just…Princess Beldaran. Everyone outranked her. She was a princess of Riva, and people overlooked her constantly. Seeking out her brother, Geran, who had been on adventures before he could talk. Her mother told her to stop being foolish, but she knew that Queen Ce'Nedra of Riva had been similar, years ago. Imperial Princess of Tolnedra and Queen of Riva, co-ruler and wife of Belgarion, she had two impressive titles to her credit. Beldaran was just a second child.
"She's always been a princess, it's not something you turn on and off." Geran growled. Beldaran ignored him. As per usual.
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Geran abandoned his sister to her fuming, and he didn't think she'd even noticed he was gone.
Elsirra nearly bumped into him, she went skidding along the damp and slippery deck trying to avoid him, sending herself into a sprawling heap by some barrels.
"Elsirra!" he exclaimed, surprised. He quickly went over to help her up.
Elsirra ignored his outstretched hand and stood up. "I'm fine, nothing hurt except my pride."
Geran nodded, and then was distracted as the ship stopped in the harbor, and Murgos stopped in their daily work to wonder what an Alorn ship was doing in their harbor.
Waiting on the quay was the Royal Family – Lady Tamazin, Lord Oskatat, Queen Prala, King Urgit, and their young daughter, Princess Vialla.
"Urgit, stop that." Prala muttered, annoyed, as Urgit fiddled absently with his blue doublet.
"Yes, dear." He replied automatically.
Silk sighed dramatically as he walked down to greet his brother. "Hen- picked."
Prala smiled complacently as she said sweetly, "And how is Liselle?"
Urgit smirked at his brother, and Elsirra was looking around in awe.
"Your Highness," Urgit greeted her. "We're a bit about you – everyone is wondering about Salmissra's daughter."
Elsirra curtseyed. "Your Majesty, it is my pleasure."
Vialla looked quite taken with Geran, and he with her. The handsome ((a/n: naturally. I'm sure people wouldn't approve of me making Geran deformed…though that can be arranged…)) prince stared at the Murgo (and Drasnian…Urgit is here because a Drasnian gentleman liked to pick locks, snigger, snigger) princess.
Vialla had long dark hair, and her skin was lightly tanned. She was rather tall – Elsirra noted this fact with envy – and slender, with green eyes and an easy smile.
She smiled at Geran, and Elsirra noted this too.
She wondered if Geran was as dense as Garion had been at times, and if she was going to need to play matchmaker.
She heard the telltale little bell toll, and smiled faintly. She saw Polgara looking at her curiously, and just smiled some more.
Those two? she asked silently.
Yes. The Necessity seemed to be one of few words lately.
I can think of some Alorns who aren't going to approve of that. Your sense of humor is almost as warped as I'm told Beldin was, or is, whatever. Elsirra was amused. Clearly.
The Necessity did not deign to make comment.
She resisted the urge to snigger. Princesses do not snigger. Then again, princessly princesses do not tell Silk that they're part serpent just to see the expression on his face.
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"…so you can turn into a snake?"
Vialla seemed impressed by the idea.
"I've never tried. I suppose." Elsirra nodded.
"Can you see if you can?" Vialla asked. "You're a sorceress, after all. You can change form?"
"Took a while to get it right, but yeah. I mean yes." Elsirra nods. First time she tried to change form, she created a whole new animal…
…Belgarath was very impressed with the wolowpent (wolf/owl/serpent).
NOT!
Poledra thought it was amusing when his face turned red and he told her very, very quietly and calmly to change back, since he was sure he'd never seen one of __them__ around the place.
"So try it!" Vialla cut through Elsirra's pondering.
"Okay, okay." Elsirra conjured in her mind the image of a snake, a large blue snake, long and slender. Sort of, pouring herself into the completed image, Elsirra changed.
"Wow. And I'm fairly sure that snakes don't come in pale blue." Vialla noted.
It's my favorite color.
"Oh—was that in my head?"
Umm.
"I'll take that as a yes. Can we go see Uncle Silk now?"
Right now?
"Yes."
If snakes can snicker, Elsirra just did.
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"By all that is holy, what the hell is that!"
"Elsirra, I believe." Belgarath told the shaking Drasnian. Silk did __not__ like the idea that the dark haired Nyissan girl that sat next to him at breakfast was now a snake who happened to be draped loosely around Princess Vialla's arm.
Geran choked a bit when he saw them.
Elsirra turned back, and giggled at them. "Sorry. It was her idea."
"That's right, Ella, get me in trouble with my uncle." Vialla tried to look stern. Didn't work.
Beldaran was seething.
With every new day, Elsirra was more and more 'one of them' and less and less 'that girl'.
Something would have to be done.
She looked out over the water, ignoring the boisterous-ness behind her, troubled.
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Author's Note: Yep. My attempt at a David Eddings fic totally bites. Anyone who thinks so, don't review, because I do know how bad this fic is and I am doing my very best, I swear. It's not as good as my other fics – which really aren't so great either. So…all flames will be used in my dungeons to roast marshmallows over my prisoners, and all flamers can get a life. Or a grave, whichever.