~*~Author's Note~*~
Hehe..just read over what I'd published of this story.hehe..yeah. This originally DID start off as something of an anti-Legolas fic. It morphed though. It needed to be someone different, and I guesss I didn't edit very well. This chapter should be a little cleaner. Thanks to all my reviewers * hugs * Thakies! Keep them reviews coming. Just so you know, it may be about a week before I can update. Sorry. It's just going to be a hectic week. Hope you all understand. Muchas Gracias..
The day of the wedding finally came. Alcalatawen was ravishing in her gown (Her mother cried at the sight of her own handiwork), and took Dimcoire's breath away. Nuinmellon sat in the back, watching with eager eyes the ceremony taking place before him. The wedding was over far too quickly, and Dimcoire and Alacalatawen ran off quickly together to spend some time alone. Hiding behind some trees, they embraced, each enjoying the others presence.
"Well. Where do we go from here?" Dimcoire asked, smiling at his new wife.
"Anywhere. How about Gondor?" She replied, grinning.
"Why Gondor?" He asked, laughing.
"It's away from here. Does that sound good?"
"Yes, it does."
"To Gondor then."
"To Gondor."
"Neither of you will be going to Gondor, I'm afraid." A new voice from nearby said. Alcalatawen and Dimcoire turned, and saw Nuinmellon standing right next to them.
"Beg your pardon?" Dimcoire asked, a little taken aback by the presence of his commander.
"Neither of you will be going to Gondor. I am instructed that I must send my strongest warriors to Rivendell to be presented to Lord Elrond."
"But why?" Asked Alcalatawen.
"That is none of your concern, Alcalatawen. All you need know is that Dimcoire is to go to Rivendell, and you are not. No spouses, lovers or friends."
"But, we were just married!" Dimcoire said, stepping forward.
"Stand down, soldier. I have my orders, and you have yours. Prepare to leave for Rivendell in two hours."
"Two hours? We were just married, Sir! Have pity!"
"Pity is not needed-soldiers are. Good day." Nuinmellon walked away with a swish of his long cloak. Alcalatawen and Dimcoire stood there in a silent stupor. Neither could believe what they had just heard.
"He can't do this!" Alcalatawen said, her complexion growing pale.
"He just did." Dimcoire said quietly, holding his bride close.
"It's not fair! He can't do this! Oh, Dimcore, this is all my fault!" She sobbed into his shoulder, comforted slightly by his strong arms around her.
"Shhhhh.hush, dear. It's not your fault." Dimcore said soothingly.
"But it is!" She said, looking up at her husband. "I stood by and let him flirt with me. I let him believe that he stood a chance with me. Now that I am married, he is jealous! Now he's taking it out on you!" She buried her head into Dimcore's shoulder once again, letting the tears flow freely.
"Oh Dimcore-I'm so sorry! I didn't want this to happen."
"I know, love. I know." Dimcore looked down at Alcalatawen, out of words to say to her. She sobbed into his shoulder for another moment, before looking up.
"I have it!" She said, excitedly. Her eyes were swollen and red, but a light within them flashed, giving Dimcore a little hope.
"What?" He asked intently.
"We can go to Gondor!" She said, smiling brightly.
"Now is not the time, my love."
"No! It is! We'll escape to Gondor, start a new life! Away from Nuinmellon! Away from all of this!"
"But how will we survive among the humans?"
"We will find a way."
"How can you be so certain?"
"I'm not."
"That's a comfort." Dimcore said, grinning.
"We have two hours to get out of here. Meet me here in ten minutes. Bring all you need or want, as well as a horse." She said, giving Dimcore one last kiss, and running off. A little dazed, but definitely excited, Dimcore quickly ran back to his home to gather what he could.
Hehe..just read over what I'd published of this story.hehe..yeah. This originally DID start off as something of an anti-Legolas fic. It morphed though. It needed to be someone different, and I guesss I didn't edit very well. This chapter should be a little cleaner. Thanks to all my reviewers * hugs * Thakies! Keep them reviews coming. Just so you know, it may be about a week before I can update. Sorry. It's just going to be a hectic week. Hope you all understand. Muchas Gracias..
The day of the wedding finally came. Alcalatawen was ravishing in her gown (Her mother cried at the sight of her own handiwork), and took Dimcoire's breath away. Nuinmellon sat in the back, watching with eager eyes the ceremony taking place before him. The wedding was over far too quickly, and Dimcoire and Alacalatawen ran off quickly together to spend some time alone. Hiding behind some trees, they embraced, each enjoying the others presence.
"Well. Where do we go from here?" Dimcoire asked, smiling at his new wife.
"Anywhere. How about Gondor?" She replied, grinning.
"Why Gondor?" He asked, laughing.
"It's away from here. Does that sound good?"
"Yes, it does."
"To Gondor then."
"To Gondor."
"Neither of you will be going to Gondor, I'm afraid." A new voice from nearby said. Alcalatawen and Dimcoire turned, and saw Nuinmellon standing right next to them.
"Beg your pardon?" Dimcoire asked, a little taken aback by the presence of his commander.
"Neither of you will be going to Gondor. I am instructed that I must send my strongest warriors to Rivendell to be presented to Lord Elrond."
"But why?" Asked Alcalatawen.
"That is none of your concern, Alcalatawen. All you need know is that Dimcoire is to go to Rivendell, and you are not. No spouses, lovers or friends."
"But, we were just married!" Dimcoire said, stepping forward.
"Stand down, soldier. I have my orders, and you have yours. Prepare to leave for Rivendell in two hours."
"Two hours? We were just married, Sir! Have pity!"
"Pity is not needed-soldiers are. Good day." Nuinmellon walked away with a swish of his long cloak. Alcalatawen and Dimcoire stood there in a silent stupor. Neither could believe what they had just heard.
"He can't do this!" Alcalatawen said, her complexion growing pale.
"He just did." Dimcoire said quietly, holding his bride close.
"It's not fair! He can't do this! Oh, Dimcore, this is all my fault!" She sobbed into his shoulder, comforted slightly by his strong arms around her.
"Shhhhh.hush, dear. It's not your fault." Dimcore said soothingly.
"But it is!" She said, looking up at her husband. "I stood by and let him flirt with me. I let him believe that he stood a chance with me. Now that I am married, he is jealous! Now he's taking it out on you!" She buried her head into Dimcore's shoulder once again, letting the tears flow freely.
"Oh Dimcore-I'm so sorry! I didn't want this to happen."
"I know, love. I know." Dimcore looked down at Alcalatawen, out of words to say to her. She sobbed into his shoulder for another moment, before looking up.
"I have it!" She said, excitedly. Her eyes were swollen and red, but a light within them flashed, giving Dimcore a little hope.
"What?" He asked intently.
"We can go to Gondor!" She said, smiling brightly.
"Now is not the time, my love."
"No! It is! We'll escape to Gondor, start a new life! Away from Nuinmellon! Away from all of this!"
"But how will we survive among the humans?"
"We will find a way."
"How can you be so certain?"
"I'm not."
"That's a comfort." Dimcore said, grinning.
"We have two hours to get out of here. Meet me here in ten minutes. Bring all you need or want, as well as a horse." She said, giving Dimcore one last kiss, and running off. A little dazed, but definitely excited, Dimcore quickly ran back to his home to gather what he could.