Chapter 3, Maria's story
My father married me to the world's biggest bastard, I concluded as I stared at my husband cleaning his staff, all he ever cares is not love or family, not even me, all he ever thought of was power, power, and power. His straw like white hair was dull and his long jaws reached the ground. To think, my father could choose such a son-in-law.
A maidservant burst through the door. "Your majesties, the prince of Trondor, Aragorn is at the door."
"Let him in." Saruman said, his voice cold as ever, his breath stinking like hell. "He is here to sign the peace treaty." He told me, though he didn't even bother to look at me. I sighed, this is what you get for being beautiful and rich, a husband who loves not you but your money.
I went to retreat to my chambers, but Saruman held out a hand, "My lady, you are to come as well, the Prince of Trondor would be pleased to see you."
I didn't disobey -a decision I would come to regret. For the moment I saw him, my heart was stolen, stolen for his perfect looks and his sparkling eyes. Charmed by his smile, which melted my heart, the instant I saw it.
"My dearest prince, come and sit."
Aragorn was staring directly at me, but he answered in an ordered voice (this is Olly's doing mind you.) "Why thank you your majesty, but I am tired."
"We shall get you a room, come and see my magnificent palace and select any room you like. It's majestic looks would surely overwhelm you, if not, then my wife would. Prince Aragorn of Trondor, I am proud to present to you my lady, the Queen of Isilcynae, Helen of Sparsildor."
I held out my hand and Aragorn kissed it, pulling me close as he did so. "I am already overwhelmed. I have never seen any mortal that have such divine beauty, my Queen, you could compete for looks with Olly and Rei." (Uh. I wouldn't say it's a good idea to say that, you're kind of dead right now, Aragorn.)
I was shot by Cupids arrow (actually, it's quite true, literally and figuratively. um, forget the latter, and just take it literally). Quietly I followed my husband and Aragorn as they inspected the castle, Aragorn said nothing but compliments about our castle, but personally, in front of someone like Saruman, and I don't think anybody dares to say anything else but compliments. (HEY SARUMAN YOU EVIL FAG! YOU WOULDN'T DARE TO HURT ME. AHHHHH!)
(The author is turned into a piece of wood with wooden fingers and thus need 5 minutes to work off the evil magic.)
Five minutes later.
After walking for 1 hour in just one of the 7 palaces Saruman has, we settled Aragorn in a room in the north of the palace (or some place very important). I was about to follow my husband out of the room when I felt a hand on my arm. I turned and was pulled by Aragorn into the room and he locked the door behind him.
Before long I found myself on the bed and underneath Aragorn (guys, especially guys like Aragorn think with their lower endowments remember?) he kissed me but I pushed him away.
"You are attractive and tempting, prince Aragorn, but I prefer to maintain my honor."
"Huh?"
"I prefer to stick to the honorable side of my relationship until we are bonded."
"Ummm..huh?" Aragorn grunted, obviously not having a vocabulary large enough to include words longer than eight letters. Well, he might use words longer than eight letters, but does he understand them? Of course not! (Now THAT is a big problem for a Prince, no exaggeration.)
I was enchanted by his naivety. "I don't sleep with guys that I'm not married to."
"Oh." Aragorn looked so disappointed but he got off me, very reluctantly that is. I straightened my tunic and sat on a chair which he pulled up for me.
"I like you Maria, I think I love you." He says straight out, not holding back. "You are the most beautiful woman I've ever seen. But your beauty reaches beyond your skin, it's the true golden light that shines from within." (Well, I must say, that's some compliment.)
"I am flattered, my prince, but."
"Marriage cannot stop your love for me, my dearest lady. I could see your passion in your eyes." (Young girls love lies therefore not in their heart but in their eyes. ok, I'll shut up) Aragorn took my in both of his, "Listen, for once dear lady, to your heart but not your brains."
"My heart tells me to stay and not go with you."
"Did you say you want to go with me to Trondor? But that's such a good idea!"
"I meant."
"You would still be a queen after my father hands me the crown!" the Prince droned on.
"But."
"Oh this is wonderful my lady, we'll do that, tomorrow morning, I'll set up my sails and go with you." He continued.
"Aragorn, pray, listen to me."
"You are telling me you have to pack? Of course, how could I forget? Well, you must be on your way your majesty, meet me down in the harbor at seven in the morning."
"Aragorn."
He simply kissed me and pushed me out of the room.
That night, I lost sleep. I turned and flipped upon my pillow, thinking of the decision I have to make. Maybe I should forget about the prince, the handsome smile and the charming face, or the voice that turns my heart over and most importantly, his complete devotion to me. No one had paid that much attention to me for the sake of something other than my money. Maybe it is all an infatuation and soon we'll be over each other and move on, I might not even remember him.
But on the other hand, my father condemned me when he married me to this arrogant pig of a husband Saruman, not only is he over 30 years older than me, he never cares about me, we never slept together, in fact, I've never been into his room. I was almost convinced that he slept with that crystal ball of his (Ew, image, image Maria.)
I made up my mind that second, why bother with a bunch of heartless bastards when I have a prince charming beside me? I am going to the harbor next morning, I decided, and, with that thought, I started packing.
EN Notes- Maria, I officially apologize for marrying you off to someone so distasteful. I hope you can forgive me now. and please review.
My father married me to the world's biggest bastard, I concluded as I stared at my husband cleaning his staff, all he ever cares is not love or family, not even me, all he ever thought of was power, power, and power. His straw like white hair was dull and his long jaws reached the ground. To think, my father could choose such a son-in-law.
A maidservant burst through the door. "Your majesties, the prince of Trondor, Aragorn is at the door."
"Let him in." Saruman said, his voice cold as ever, his breath stinking like hell. "He is here to sign the peace treaty." He told me, though he didn't even bother to look at me. I sighed, this is what you get for being beautiful and rich, a husband who loves not you but your money.
I went to retreat to my chambers, but Saruman held out a hand, "My lady, you are to come as well, the Prince of Trondor would be pleased to see you."
I didn't disobey -a decision I would come to regret. For the moment I saw him, my heart was stolen, stolen for his perfect looks and his sparkling eyes. Charmed by his smile, which melted my heart, the instant I saw it.
"My dearest prince, come and sit."
Aragorn was staring directly at me, but he answered in an ordered voice (this is Olly's doing mind you.) "Why thank you your majesty, but I am tired."
"We shall get you a room, come and see my magnificent palace and select any room you like. It's majestic looks would surely overwhelm you, if not, then my wife would. Prince Aragorn of Trondor, I am proud to present to you my lady, the Queen of Isilcynae, Helen of Sparsildor."
I held out my hand and Aragorn kissed it, pulling me close as he did so. "I am already overwhelmed. I have never seen any mortal that have such divine beauty, my Queen, you could compete for looks with Olly and Rei." (Uh. I wouldn't say it's a good idea to say that, you're kind of dead right now, Aragorn.)
I was shot by Cupids arrow (actually, it's quite true, literally and figuratively. um, forget the latter, and just take it literally). Quietly I followed my husband and Aragorn as they inspected the castle, Aragorn said nothing but compliments about our castle, but personally, in front of someone like Saruman, and I don't think anybody dares to say anything else but compliments. (HEY SARUMAN YOU EVIL FAG! YOU WOULDN'T DARE TO HURT ME. AHHHHH!)
(The author is turned into a piece of wood with wooden fingers and thus need 5 minutes to work off the evil magic.)
Five minutes later.
After walking for 1 hour in just one of the 7 palaces Saruman has, we settled Aragorn in a room in the north of the palace (or some place very important). I was about to follow my husband out of the room when I felt a hand on my arm. I turned and was pulled by Aragorn into the room and he locked the door behind him.
Before long I found myself on the bed and underneath Aragorn (guys, especially guys like Aragorn think with their lower endowments remember?) he kissed me but I pushed him away.
"You are attractive and tempting, prince Aragorn, but I prefer to maintain my honor."
"Huh?"
"I prefer to stick to the honorable side of my relationship until we are bonded."
"Ummm..huh?" Aragorn grunted, obviously not having a vocabulary large enough to include words longer than eight letters. Well, he might use words longer than eight letters, but does he understand them? Of course not! (Now THAT is a big problem for a Prince, no exaggeration.)
I was enchanted by his naivety. "I don't sleep with guys that I'm not married to."
"Oh." Aragorn looked so disappointed but he got off me, very reluctantly that is. I straightened my tunic and sat on a chair which he pulled up for me.
"I like you Maria, I think I love you." He says straight out, not holding back. "You are the most beautiful woman I've ever seen. But your beauty reaches beyond your skin, it's the true golden light that shines from within." (Well, I must say, that's some compliment.)
"I am flattered, my prince, but."
"Marriage cannot stop your love for me, my dearest lady. I could see your passion in your eyes." (Young girls love lies therefore not in their heart but in their eyes. ok, I'll shut up) Aragorn took my in both of his, "Listen, for once dear lady, to your heart but not your brains."
"My heart tells me to stay and not go with you."
"Did you say you want to go with me to Trondor? But that's such a good idea!"
"I meant."
"You would still be a queen after my father hands me the crown!" the Prince droned on.
"But."
"Oh this is wonderful my lady, we'll do that, tomorrow morning, I'll set up my sails and go with you." He continued.
"Aragorn, pray, listen to me."
"You are telling me you have to pack? Of course, how could I forget? Well, you must be on your way your majesty, meet me down in the harbor at seven in the morning."
"Aragorn."
He simply kissed me and pushed me out of the room.
That night, I lost sleep. I turned and flipped upon my pillow, thinking of the decision I have to make. Maybe I should forget about the prince, the handsome smile and the charming face, or the voice that turns my heart over and most importantly, his complete devotion to me. No one had paid that much attention to me for the sake of something other than my money. Maybe it is all an infatuation and soon we'll be over each other and move on, I might not even remember him.
But on the other hand, my father condemned me when he married me to this arrogant pig of a husband Saruman, not only is he over 30 years older than me, he never cares about me, we never slept together, in fact, I've never been into his room. I was almost convinced that he slept with that crystal ball of his (Ew, image, image Maria.)
I made up my mind that second, why bother with a bunch of heartless bastards when I have a prince charming beside me? I am going to the harbor next morning, I decided, and, with that thought, I started packing.
EN Notes- Maria, I officially apologize for marrying you off to someone so distasteful. I hope you can forgive me now. and please review.