Life of Despair
DISCLAIMER: Madai (Mah-day) is mine, but unfortunately, Legolas is not. Not of the other characters are, except Winthor. I created the Elseves, and the Kazdunians. Harad is a real place on the map, but I created the Orcs that live there. I also created the song found in Chapter 3. Thank you to my dearest friend and sister, who helped me with this awesome plot. I love U, Sara!! And especially thanks to Mr. J.R.R. Tolkein for creating such beautiful pieces of literature. He is a true genius. Now please read & review!!
Chapter 1 Inherited Shock
Madai walked down the great corridor to the oak double-doors. She had almost reached them when out strode a tall, fair-faced elf, hardly glimpsing at her as he strode down the hall. Madai went into the throne room and saw her godfather just leaving a side door. "Aragorn!" she hollered and ran after him. He turned and smiled at the tall, red-headed girl struggling to keep up with his long strides. Aragorn opened his arms to embrace her. "Hello, Madai, Where are you going this time of day?" he asked her. "To see you. Father has a private message for you." she answered. Aragorn nodded and led her to an empty guest chamber. "What is it?" he now asked her. "Father wants to know if 'what you had discussed was a final decision or not'. It is very aggravating being messenger for private messages, and not knowing anything at all what they mean!" she exclaimed. "Tell him yes, and that I will announce it tonight, when we dine to Arwen's return. You can find out the answer to your questions then." He said as they walked through the gardens to the road where they parted after sharing a last hug. Walking in the door of her home, she saw her father sitting at the table. "Father, he said yes, and that he's announcing it at dinner tonight. And Arwen is coming for Grey Havens visiting Elrond."she said, rambling on for a few minutes before she remembered the handsome elf she had seen at the palace. "And O Father, he was quite lovely, as are most elves, but he was especially handsome and delightful to my eyes. I should dearly love to meet him.."she said, her words trailing off. "Anyway, dinner is quite soon, and Mother is down at the Falls. I must go collect her. I shall meet you at the palace." She waved and walked out. Down the road she went. The houses grew sparse and more spaced out. The trees grew thicker and flowers more abundant. She came to the hill slope, and looked down into the small valley. The seven small waterfalls trickled into a large pond. A boulder sat in the middle of the water. On top of that boulder was Madai's mother, Eowyn. "Mother?" Eowyn looked up at her daughter. She smiled at her beautiful daughter with her complexion but her father's red hair. Her cheeks where flushed red from the exercise of walking so far and climbing into the valley. Madai looked at her mother with concern; she had a rather strange look on her face. "What is it mother?" asked Madai. "Nothing. I was just thinking of how you had come to pass. Did I ever tell you-" "Of how you discovered you love father? Yes, several times. Yet I never tire of the story." Cut in Madai. "But we do not have time to hear it again, for it is time for us to dine at the palace." "Very well. Lets go." she said standing, and taking her daughter by the hand, they walked to the palace together. Entering the great dining hall, the sat as Aragorn inquired, with him and Arwen at either end, Madai on Aragorn's right, next to Madai was Eowyn, across from her was Faramir, and next to Faramir, much to Madai's delight, was the tall handsome elf that she had seen earlier. Aragorn stood and introduced everyone. "My dear beloved guests, this is Legolas Greenleaf, from the distant realm of Mirkwood. He is here as a guest in the Houses of Healing. Eowyn, Faramir, Arwen, you know him from twenty years ago, with the war of Minis Tirith. Legolas, this is Madai, daughter of Faramir and Eowyn." Madai stood and curtsied, and Legolas bowed and kissed her hand. "Now," said Aragorn, "let us dine. We have something to discuss at the end of this meal, so make your self contented and well-fed." he said, and sat. They ate, and as they ate, Madai talked to Legolas, trying to get to know him. "So you are from Mirkwood, Legolas Greenleaf?" she inquired of him. "Yes. I have traveled farther than from Mirkwood to Gondor though." He answered. "Really? I inquire to know more, Legolas." "Yes, I have been from Mirkwood, Rivendell, Lothlorien, Falls of Rorus, Fangorn, Edoras, Isengard, Minis Tirith, and then I journeyed from here to the Land of Shadow and back to Mirkwood. I have been everywhere, but the one place I am most content with would be the sea, which I hope to attain before long." He smiled, taking a bite of his dinner. "Where have you voyaged to, Lady of Gondor?" he asked. "I am afraid not as far as you. But I am content with Rivendell nonetheless. It is really a splendid place." They were fairly silent throughout the rest of the meal, Madai wondering what Aragorn wanted to discuss at the end of dinner. After a while, the plates were cleared off the table by numerous servants, and the goblets were refilled. Aragorn stood, and said,"Now, as you know, Arwen and I are not planning to have any children, and we cannot." He looked into the face of Arwen. "There is no heir to the throne of Gondor. Faramir is the Steward. But his time has passed to take the throne. Therefore, his descendants will inherit the crown. Madai," he said, staring directly into her eyes, "You are going to be queen." Madai's jaw dropped as she gasped for more air, but still looking as Aragorn. "You will be known as Rohan daughter, Gondor Princess, and Heir to the Throne of the East." He pulled from under his throne a medium sized box, and handed it to her. She opened it, and felt her eyes fill with tears. It was a golden tiara, crested with diamonds and rubies and sapphires. She stood out of her chair and hugged Aragorn, crying into his chest. He lifted the crown and placed it upon her head of fire hair. "And," Aragorn said, "You will now live in the palace, because a princess such as you cannot live in the village. But you may visit your parents anytime you please." That night getting into bed, Madai was still not over the shock of being crowned princess. Trying to relax on a new bed in a new room was not aiding her speechlessness. She did not sleep frightfully well, and was irritable the next morning,
DISCLAIMER: Madai (Mah-day) is mine, but unfortunately, Legolas is not. Not of the other characters are, except Winthor. I created the Elseves, and the Kazdunians. Harad is a real place on the map, but I created the Orcs that live there. I also created the song found in Chapter 3. Thank you to my dearest friend and sister, who helped me with this awesome plot. I love U, Sara!! And especially thanks to Mr. J.R.R. Tolkein for creating such beautiful pieces of literature. He is a true genius. Now please read & review!!
Chapter 1 Inherited Shock
Madai walked down the great corridor to the oak double-doors. She had almost reached them when out strode a tall, fair-faced elf, hardly glimpsing at her as he strode down the hall. Madai went into the throne room and saw her godfather just leaving a side door. "Aragorn!" she hollered and ran after him. He turned and smiled at the tall, red-headed girl struggling to keep up with his long strides. Aragorn opened his arms to embrace her. "Hello, Madai, Where are you going this time of day?" he asked her. "To see you. Father has a private message for you." she answered. Aragorn nodded and led her to an empty guest chamber. "What is it?" he now asked her. "Father wants to know if 'what you had discussed was a final decision or not'. It is very aggravating being messenger for private messages, and not knowing anything at all what they mean!" she exclaimed. "Tell him yes, and that I will announce it tonight, when we dine to Arwen's return. You can find out the answer to your questions then." He said as they walked through the gardens to the road where they parted after sharing a last hug. Walking in the door of her home, she saw her father sitting at the table. "Father, he said yes, and that he's announcing it at dinner tonight. And Arwen is coming for Grey Havens visiting Elrond."she said, rambling on for a few minutes before she remembered the handsome elf she had seen at the palace. "And O Father, he was quite lovely, as are most elves, but he was especially handsome and delightful to my eyes. I should dearly love to meet him.."she said, her words trailing off. "Anyway, dinner is quite soon, and Mother is down at the Falls. I must go collect her. I shall meet you at the palace." She waved and walked out. Down the road she went. The houses grew sparse and more spaced out. The trees grew thicker and flowers more abundant. She came to the hill slope, and looked down into the small valley. The seven small waterfalls trickled into a large pond. A boulder sat in the middle of the water. On top of that boulder was Madai's mother, Eowyn. "Mother?" Eowyn looked up at her daughter. She smiled at her beautiful daughter with her complexion but her father's red hair. Her cheeks where flushed red from the exercise of walking so far and climbing into the valley. Madai looked at her mother with concern; she had a rather strange look on her face. "What is it mother?" asked Madai. "Nothing. I was just thinking of how you had come to pass. Did I ever tell you-" "Of how you discovered you love father? Yes, several times. Yet I never tire of the story." Cut in Madai. "But we do not have time to hear it again, for it is time for us to dine at the palace." "Very well. Lets go." she said standing, and taking her daughter by the hand, they walked to the palace together. Entering the great dining hall, the sat as Aragorn inquired, with him and Arwen at either end, Madai on Aragorn's right, next to Madai was Eowyn, across from her was Faramir, and next to Faramir, much to Madai's delight, was the tall handsome elf that she had seen earlier. Aragorn stood and introduced everyone. "My dear beloved guests, this is Legolas Greenleaf, from the distant realm of Mirkwood. He is here as a guest in the Houses of Healing. Eowyn, Faramir, Arwen, you know him from twenty years ago, with the war of Minis Tirith. Legolas, this is Madai, daughter of Faramir and Eowyn." Madai stood and curtsied, and Legolas bowed and kissed her hand. "Now," said Aragorn, "let us dine. We have something to discuss at the end of this meal, so make your self contented and well-fed." he said, and sat. They ate, and as they ate, Madai talked to Legolas, trying to get to know him. "So you are from Mirkwood, Legolas Greenleaf?" she inquired of him. "Yes. I have traveled farther than from Mirkwood to Gondor though." He answered. "Really? I inquire to know more, Legolas." "Yes, I have been from Mirkwood, Rivendell, Lothlorien, Falls of Rorus, Fangorn, Edoras, Isengard, Minis Tirith, and then I journeyed from here to the Land of Shadow and back to Mirkwood. I have been everywhere, but the one place I am most content with would be the sea, which I hope to attain before long." He smiled, taking a bite of his dinner. "Where have you voyaged to, Lady of Gondor?" he asked. "I am afraid not as far as you. But I am content with Rivendell nonetheless. It is really a splendid place." They were fairly silent throughout the rest of the meal, Madai wondering what Aragorn wanted to discuss at the end of dinner. After a while, the plates were cleared off the table by numerous servants, and the goblets were refilled. Aragorn stood, and said,"Now, as you know, Arwen and I are not planning to have any children, and we cannot." He looked into the face of Arwen. "There is no heir to the throne of Gondor. Faramir is the Steward. But his time has passed to take the throne. Therefore, his descendants will inherit the crown. Madai," he said, staring directly into her eyes, "You are going to be queen." Madai's jaw dropped as she gasped for more air, but still looking as Aragorn. "You will be known as Rohan daughter, Gondor Princess, and Heir to the Throne of the East." He pulled from under his throne a medium sized box, and handed it to her. She opened it, and felt her eyes fill with tears. It was a golden tiara, crested with diamonds and rubies and sapphires. She stood out of her chair and hugged Aragorn, crying into his chest. He lifted the crown and placed it upon her head of fire hair. "And," Aragorn said, "You will now live in the palace, because a princess such as you cannot live in the village. But you may visit your parents anytime you please." That night getting into bed, Madai was still not over the shock of being crowned princess. Trying to relax on a new bed in a new room was not aiding her speechlessness. She did not sleep frightfully well, and was irritable the next morning,