A/N- for all the people that reviewed and left some helpful well rounded
advice and compliments (yay!) and all the people who I have left hanging
with my worst case of writers block EVER- this chapter is for you(even
though it's a bit short.) There is just so much going on in my life right
now (and some great ideas for a Harry Potter fic) that I just haven't had
time to work on Child of the Wood. But don't worry- I'm not ditching you
for Potter (I'm blocked on that one too :0) ) So, enjoy this chapter. And
PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASEreview.
Wait! I forgot something. If you can see it, in the middles where there is usually a *** or an ~~~ we have something very special that I found on my grandpas computer in a font that my Microsoft Word doesn't have! I hope FanFiction.Net supports it because its really funky looking! If you want to find it on your computer, check and see if Microsoft Word has the font 'Marlett.' Press KY KY KY KY over and over! Cool!!!
I was led into a small compound on the outskirts of the palace area. All my belongings were there already. I pushed a cloak off my bed and collapsed onto it. The tough, scratchy Rohan cloth rubbed against my cheek. A tear slipped down my nose and ran across my lips. I was so far from home. This wasn't where I belonged. I belonged far away in Caras Galadon, in Lothlórien, with my mother and with my father and my sister. I belonged with Legolas. I wondered if Legolas missed me. He must have. My heart ached for him, not for this human prince. I did not want to marry this man. I wanted to marry the Prince of Mirkwood. How could Celeborn be so cruel? This is exactly how my best friend had died. Her father had married her off to some human and she withered away, pining for another. Maybe he thinks I'm strong enough to handle it, I thought bitterly. A harsh wind blew in from the open window. I slid off the bed and stalked over to the window, slamming it shut with a crack! What right did my father have to arrange my life? Maybe it's all for the best, a snide little voice said inside my mind. Maybe he doesn't know about Legolas. "And maybe he does!" I shouted to no one. "After all, aren't we the most sensitive creatures in Middle Earth?" I wondered what would become of me. This wasn't fair. The only thing I knew is that I wouldn't die; if I had too I'd run away and join Legolas somewhere after my husband died, for he was human. I'd go all the way to Mordor and bring him back from the top of Mount Doom if I had to. ???????????????????????????????????????????? I stepped out of my room for a breath of air and sprinted down the road, almost knocking over a young woman and her child. I must have looked silly, there running down the main street of the city, but I did not care. I was too tired, to worn out, and too in love with another to care. I ran until I reached the main gates of the city. Not wanting to deal with the soldiers, I turned back. Meduseld gleamed, sunlight glinting off the magnificent golden surfaces of the building. I went towards the great hall tiredly, hoping that something had happened. I ran into Eowyn, though, before I reached the castle. "Hello," she said, smiling a bit uncomfortably. I nodded in reply. She stood before me on the hill for a few moments more, her golden hair blowing in the breeze. I turned away a bit. "Manan elye etevanne nórie i melanelye?" Eowyn said suddenly. I turned around. "How did you know?" I asked, my guard up. "I can see it in your eyes, and on your face," she answered. There was a sad tone to her voice. I sat down, defeated. Manan elye etevanne nórie i melanelye. What drove you to leave that which you have loved? My shoulders slumped and my dress spilled over my feet. "My father wishes it," I said. "You know this." "I thought love is a most important thing to an Elf," Eowyn said. "It is," I said glumly. "But my father doesn't know I'm in love." "Then tell him," Eowyn said. I thought about this for a moment. It was a good idea- maybe Celeborn would send me back to the woods if he found that I was already in love. "Thank you," I said gratefully. "Goodbye, melon." Eowyn raised her hand as I hurried down the path, fixed on the task ahead of me.
Wait! I forgot something. If you can see it, in the middles where there is usually a *** or an ~~~ we have something very special that I found on my grandpas computer in a font that my Microsoft Word doesn't have! I hope FanFiction.Net supports it because its really funky looking! If you want to find it on your computer, check and see if Microsoft Word has the font 'Marlett.' Press KY KY KY KY over and over! Cool!!!
I was led into a small compound on the outskirts of the palace area. All my belongings were there already. I pushed a cloak off my bed and collapsed onto it. The tough, scratchy Rohan cloth rubbed against my cheek. A tear slipped down my nose and ran across my lips. I was so far from home. This wasn't where I belonged. I belonged far away in Caras Galadon, in Lothlórien, with my mother and with my father and my sister. I belonged with Legolas. I wondered if Legolas missed me. He must have. My heart ached for him, not for this human prince. I did not want to marry this man. I wanted to marry the Prince of Mirkwood. How could Celeborn be so cruel? This is exactly how my best friend had died. Her father had married her off to some human and she withered away, pining for another. Maybe he thinks I'm strong enough to handle it, I thought bitterly. A harsh wind blew in from the open window. I slid off the bed and stalked over to the window, slamming it shut with a crack! What right did my father have to arrange my life? Maybe it's all for the best, a snide little voice said inside my mind. Maybe he doesn't know about Legolas. "And maybe he does!" I shouted to no one. "After all, aren't we the most sensitive creatures in Middle Earth?" I wondered what would become of me. This wasn't fair. The only thing I knew is that I wouldn't die; if I had too I'd run away and join Legolas somewhere after my husband died, for he was human. I'd go all the way to Mordor and bring him back from the top of Mount Doom if I had to. ???????????????????????????????????????????? I stepped out of my room for a breath of air and sprinted down the road, almost knocking over a young woman and her child. I must have looked silly, there running down the main street of the city, but I did not care. I was too tired, to worn out, and too in love with another to care. I ran until I reached the main gates of the city. Not wanting to deal with the soldiers, I turned back. Meduseld gleamed, sunlight glinting off the magnificent golden surfaces of the building. I went towards the great hall tiredly, hoping that something had happened. I ran into Eowyn, though, before I reached the castle. "Hello," she said, smiling a bit uncomfortably. I nodded in reply. She stood before me on the hill for a few moments more, her golden hair blowing in the breeze. I turned away a bit. "Manan elye etevanne nórie i melanelye?" Eowyn said suddenly. I turned around. "How did you know?" I asked, my guard up. "I can see it in your eyes, and on your face," she answered. There was a sad tone to her voice. I sat down, defeated. Manan elye etevanne nórie i melanelye. What drove you to leave that which you have loved? My shoulders slumped and my dress spilled over my feet. "My father wishes it," I said. "You know this." "I thought love is a most important thing to an Elf," Eowyn said. "It is," I said glumly. "But my father doesn't know I'm in love." "Then tell him," Eowyn said. I thought about this for a moment. It was a good idea- maybe Celeborn would send me back to the woods if he found that I was already in love. "Thank you," I said gratefully. "Goodbye, melon." Eowyn raised her hand as I hurried down the path, fixed on the task ahead of me.