Title: Bah, you should know this already.. Arranged Fate.
Rating: PG-13/Rish.
Pairing: None. this is not a romance! Muahahahaha!
Disclaimer: Lord of the Rings or its characters are sadly not mine, save the Elf girl and possible future new future characters, they are J.R.R Tolkien's. Though I'd gladly make a trade!
Warnings: Minor sexual stuff. Also for those of you who are reading this thinking it's a Mary Sue thing, you're sadly mistaken! Because it's not! ::laughs maniacally and gallops off::
Author's Rant: Two reviews! Wow. I'm really kicking Hobbit-booty aren't I? (Sarcasm intended.) Oh well, I don't write for the reviews. Moving on. Thank you all who have reviewed, I greatly appreciate every word you wrote. Sorr- ::Evil Mr. Bitters flies into Anna's face::
Mr. Bitters: Liar! That was TWO weeks ago!
Anna: Ah! Okay, okay! So maybe that wasn't completely true. I got stuck on my story and was being lazy so. ::Mr. Bitters lets go of Anna and floats off to go torture Jonathan.::
Anna: Now for the story. ~_~
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Arranged Fate
Legolas' Point of View
Part II
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* I don't want to be wed to her. I have never been introduced to her; we have never even spoken to each other. How for the love of Valar can one marry someone they have never spoken too? It's absolutely ridiculous. There is no possible way this can be successful.
At least I know what she looks like. Though the word Adar [1] had chosen to describe her: "beautiful", I do not find fitting. Ugly she is not. The lady is rather exotic or maybe handsome, but certainly not beautiful. She has slanted eyes gifted with the color of the sea, long fair hair, a curved nose, and a fair, creamy complexion. Her name is Hallel [2], such a fitting name. For she is very tall for a maiden, she is at least as tall as I am if not more so!
Hallel seems so different then I. Of what I have gathered, from just glancing at her during celebrations, she has few friends and keeps to herself most of the time. I myself have quite a few friends and am rather outgoing. Though I am thankful that she is not a giggly chatterbox [3] like some maidens in Mirkwood. But, surely this shyness will bound to serve as a problem sooner or later. How on earth can I even approach touching her?
Adar has just told me during supper in a very sickeningly sincere manner that I am to marry the daughter of one of his high-ranking soldier. My Adar is hardly an ideal one, but he serves his purpose just as good as he needs to. Our relationship is friendly, but sometimes our rather different personalities clash in very negative ways. Tonight, unfortunately, was one of those times. I was so angry with him tonight, I raised my voice against him. He then harshly informed me that I had no choice and that we would be wed the very next day.
I do not want to be the husband of some soldier's daughter. Of course she is hardly a servant, though she is not worthy of the hand in marriage of a prince. Perhaps I am being unfair in my judgments of her. Rank says nothing about someone's personality. I would be a hypochrit if I were to judge someone in that matter. That was always a trate in my Father I disliked. But, why he'd want me to marry a soldier's daughter is beyond me. He was never too fond of the fact I was friends with Haldir of Lothlorien and he is no higher than rank than Hallel's Adar. It think my Adar knows my secret and he's trying to prevent it from progressing. He must have seen us. [4]
I am so scared I cannot rest. I pace around my room then stop to stare at my oval looking glass with its fine blue, wooden frame. My fingers absentmindedly comb through my hair and I gnaw at my lower lip with apprehension. I would go out for a stroll in the halls but I'm too cowardly to have to pass my father to do so. How can I handle having a wife if I am so cowardly.
Perhaps this will not be too terrible; we can be friends can we not? I'm sure she is not one to be a burden and purposely make one miserable, few Elves are. Though she will always be a burden no matter how hard she tries to not be, for I do not want her. I shall never be pleased by the fact that I am about to waste away the rest of my years with someone I do not know or love. Living with someone you do not know isn't so bad, but sleeping with them is a whole different thing in itself.
For the first time in my life, I truly do not know what to do. I am doomed to wed a woman I do not know and do not love. I am trapped.
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TBC
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Author's Note: Whoa! I thought I was never going to finish this chapter. It was much harder than Hallel's chapter for some reason; maybe it's because women kind of have more to worry about when it comes to marriage. I mean they bear the children, do the chores, and wade on the husband. Though the husband does have worries of course, just not as many. Legolas especially, since he doesn't have to worry about how he is going to support his family like a man would today. Caffeine, music, and a lot of patience has been spent on this rather short chapter. It boggles the very mind! So much time spent on this and yet so little accomplished. I will most likely edit this later to add more to it.
Well, I hope someone found it enjoyable.or amusing. I don't plan on making this too terribly long, for I have other fics I'm working on ::dodges the various objects thrown at her by the very few GL&BB fans::. Well, once again constructive criticism, compliments, flames and all of that other stuff is quite welcomed! Thanks for reading.
Here's a little poll for all of you.er.enthusiastic and participating people, heehee. Should our little lady run off with some charming Elf or, should she just run away? I don't think any sane Elf would stand for being forced to be someone's wife or husband for long. (I honestly don't think an Elf would have gotten into something of this nature in the first place.) But, hey it's an interesting topic that should be given a closer look.
I'm planning to put an essay at the end of this story on my thoughts about the whole "Elves and arranged marriage" conflict thing-thing, and the points of this story. Most of you probably get the picture of this but you know, there are some slow people out there who haven't got a clue and are wondering why this isn't a romance and what not. But, I doubt any of you reading this are too stupid! ^_^
* Review, man *
*
[1] Elvish for Father, informal is Ada.
[2] Hall taken from Halla meaning "Tall" in Quenya (couldn't find it in Sindarin, confound it!) with a female suffix slapped onto the end. So basically it means "Tall" or "Tall Maiden".
[3] A very unElvish saying I grant you, but hey.it sounds good.
[4] Gasp! A little mystery going her
* Oh and also, tell me if my grammar and spelling is getting a tad better! *
Rating: PG-13/Rish.
Pairing: None. this is not a romance! Muahahahaha!
Disclaimer: Lord of the Rings or its characters are sadly not mine, save the Elf girl and possible future new future characters, they are J.R.R Tolkien's. Though I'd gladly make a trade!
Warnings: Minor sexual stuff. Also for those of you who are reading this thinking it's a Mary Sue thing, you're sadly mistaken! Because it's not! ::laughs maniacally and gallops off::
Author's Rant: Two reviews! Wow. I'm really kicking Hobbit-booty aren't I? (Sarcasm intended.) Oh well, I don't write for the reviews. Moving on. Thank you all who have reviewed, I greatly appreciate every word you wrote. Sorr- ::Evil Mr. Bitters flies into Anna's face::
Mr. Bitters: Liar! That was TWO weeks ago!
Anna: Ah! Okay, okay! So maybe that wasn't completely true. I got stuck on my story and was being lazy so. ::Mr. Bitters lets go of Anna and floats off to go torture Jonathan.::
Anna: Now for the story. ~_~
~*~
Arranged Fate
Legolas' Point of View
Part II
~*~
* I don't want to be wed to her. I have never been introduced to her; we have never even spoken to each other. How for the love of Valar can one marry someone they have never spoken too? It's absolutely ridiculous. There is no possible way this can be successful.
At least I know what she looks like. Though the word Adar [1] had chosen to describe her: "beautiful", I do not find fitting. Ugly she is not. The lady is rather exotic or maybe handsome, but certainly not beautiful. She has slanted eyes gifted with the color of the sea, long fair hair, a curved nose, and a fair, creamy complexion. Her name is Hallel [2], such a fitting name. For she is very tall for a maiden, she is at least as tall as I am if not more so!
Hallel seems so different then I. Of what I have gathered, from just glancing at her during celebrations, she has few friends and keeps to herself most of the time. I myself have quite a few friends and am rather outgoing. Though I am thankful that she is not a giggly chatterbox [3] like some maidens in Mirkwood. But, surely this shyness will bound to serve as a problem sooner or later. How on earth can I even approach touching her?
Adar has just told me during supper in a very sickeningly sincere manner that I am to marry the daughter of one of his high-ranking soldier. My Adar is hardly an ideal one, but he serves his purpose just as good as he needs to. Our relationship is friendly, but sometimes our rather different personalities clash in very negative ways. Tonight, unfortunately, was one of those times. I was so angry with him tonight, I raised my voice against him. He then harshly informed me that I had no choice and that we would be wed the very next day.
I do not want to be the husband of some soldier's daughter. Of course she is hardly a servant, though she is not worthy of the hand in marriage of a prince. Perhaps I am being unfair in my judgments of her. Rank says nothing about someone's personality. I would be a hypochrit if I were to judge someone in that matter. That was always a trate in my Father I disliked. But, why he'd want me to marry a soldier's daughter is beyond me. He was never too fond of the fact I was friends with Haldir of Lothlorien and he is no higher than rank than Hallel's Adar. It think my Adar knows my secret and he's trying to prevent it from progressing. He must have seen us. [4]
I am so scared I cannot rest. I pace around my room then stop to stare at my oval looking glass with its fine blue, wooden frame. My fingers absentmindedly comb through my hair and I gnaw at my lower lip with apprehension. I would go out for a stroll in the halls but I'm too cowardly to have to pass my father to do so. How can I handle having a wife if I am so cowardly.
Perhaps this will not be too terrible; we can be friends can we not? I'm sure she is not one to be a burden and purposely make one miserable, few Elves are. Though she will always be a burden no matter how hard she tries to not be, for I do not want her. I shall never be pleased by the fact that I am about to waste away the rest of my years with someone I do not know or love. Living with someone you do not know isn't so bad, but sleeping with them is a whole different thing in itself.
For the first time in my life, I truly do not know what to do. I am doomed to wed a woman I do not know and do not love. I am trapped.
~*~
TBC
~*~
Author's Note: Whoa! I thought I was never going to finish this chapter. It was much harder than Hallel's chapter for some reason; maybe it's because women kind of have more to worry about when it comes to marriage. I mean they bear the children, do the chores, and wade on the husband. Though the husband does have worries of course, just not as many. Legolas especially, since he doesn't have to worry about how he is going to support his family like a man would today. Caffeine, music, and a lot of patience has been spent on this rather short chapter. It boggles the very mind! So much time spent on this and yet so little accomplished. I will most likely edit this later to add more to it.
Well, I hope someone found it enjoyable.or amusing. I don't plan on making this too terribly long, for I have other fics I'm working on ::dodges the various objects thrown at her by the very few GL&BB fans::. Well, once again constructive criticism, compliments, flames and all of that other stuff is quite welcomed! Thanks for reading.
Here's a little poll for all of you.er.enthusiastic and participating people, heehee. Should our little lady run off with some charming Elf or, should she just run away? I don't think any sane Elf would stand for being forced to be someone's wife or husband for long. (I honestly don't think an Elf would have gotten into something of this nature in the first place.) But, hey it's an interesting topic that should be given a closer look.
I'm planning to put an essay at the end of this story on my thoughts about the whole "Elves and arranged marriage" conflict thing-thing, and the points of this story. Most of you probably get the picture of this but you know, there are some slow people out there who haven't got a clue and are wondering why this isn't a romance and what not. But, I doubt any of you reading this are too stupid! ^_^
* Review, man *
*
[1] Elvish for Father, informal is Ada.
[2] Hall taken from Halla meaning "Tall" in Quenya (couldn't find it in Sindarin, confound it!) with a female suffix slapped onto the end. So basically it means "Tall" or "Tall Maiden".
[3] A very unElvish saying I grant you, but hey.it sounds good.
[4] Gasp! A little mystery going her
* Oh and also, tell me if my grammar and spelling is getting a tad better! *