Disclaimer: I don not own Lord of the Rings or any of the Characters in it.
However, all original characters are mine.
Authors note-I read the first chapter and realized it sucked. I seriously hope this one will be better because I am horrible at beginnings and now that the story has started, writing is easier. Please read and review.
As Etheriel brushed her short, auburn hair, she caught her mother looking at her in the mirror.
"Mother, why are you looking at me so? I am only brushing my hair." Etheriel asked Threndial.
"It is about the guest. He is a very nice man who is wise and brave." Threndial said with a little smile on her face.
"Mother, are you attempting to set me up with a stranger." Etheriel asked. Her mother was forever introducing her to elves, disappointed that her daughter, now almost three thousand years old, had not been married.
"He is no stranger. He is Legolas, Prince of Mirkwood, and many women would love to have him eager to meet them."
"How can he be eager to meet me when he has not even heard of me?"
Threndial had a guilty look on her face. "A messenger from Mirkwood came and said he was looking for a wife. I wrote a letter describing you and he wrote back saying he wanted to meet you. That is why he is coming here, to our little community, to meet you." Threndial paused here, waiting expectantly for her daughter's reaction.
"Why would you do something like this! Mother I am perfectly capable of finding myself a husband. Setting me up behind my back makes me feel like a child. I do not appreciate this at all."
Threndial's face became sad. She had thought her daughter would be happy that she had done the hard part, finding the guy. All Etheriel had to do was make him fall in love with her, which was simple because she was a wonderful person.
Etheriel, upon seeing the sorrow on her mother's face apologized.
"Mother, I did not mean to hurt you. I wish you would just let me live my life my way, instead of controlling it like I am a child." Etheriel walked over to her mother and gave her a hug. "I am happy that you care about me so. Not many mothers would have enough faith in their daughters to impress a prince." Etheriel smiled warmly and her mother returned the favor.
"Come, Etheriel. We must go meet the prince." Threndial looked Etheriel up and down. "Aren't you going to change out of your uniform into something more feminine?"
"Mother if the Prince doesn't like the clothes I'm wearing, he won't like me. I am a soldier and he if he doesn't like that, then so be it."
"You always were headstrong my daughter. Your father would have been proud." Threndial sighed. She missed her husband terribly. He was killed a few years ago; defending Helm's Deep from the attacking Orcs. She shook the sadness from her and smiled to hide the feelings from Etheriel.
"Shall we go to the celebration now mother?"
"Yes we shall."
They walked out into the square where the crowd had stopped fixing up the square. They were waiting in anticipation. The prince and his entourage were expected at any moment. Threndial and Etheriel were shoved gently shoved to the front of the crowd. Apparently everyone knew what Etheriel only learned of moments before.
All of a sudden she heard the sound of hoof beats. With her elven hearing, she estimated they were about a mile away. It sounded like there was maybe twenty-five or so horses. They were getting closer and closer. She finally saw them rounding the bend.
At the front there was an elf with dark brown eyes and hair the color of bark on a pine tree. He walked with an air of power, and elegance. He walked over to the throne, that Etheriel's mother had helped build. He sat upon it and looked around the square. The mayor approached him and said, "Prince Legolas, who has traveled from far away Mirkwood, I greet you to our humble town."
"I am pleased to accept your welcome." Legolas said with a deep voice. "There is a person that I am looking forward to meeting. Can you tell me where an Etheriel is?"
The crowd parted so Etheriel was face to face with the prince.
"I am Etheriel, prince Legolas."
Author's Note- I know, I know you all are thinking, "Legolas has blue eye and blond hair." Well this story is based on the book and J.R.R. Tolkein neglected to tell us exactly what color hair and eyes Legolas has. Many scholars have disputed it. I am going with this look for a little variety. As always, read and review. I want constructive criticism.
Authors note-I read the first chapter and realized it sucked. I seriously hope this one will be better because I am horrible at beginnings and now that the story has started, writing is easier. Please read and review.
As Etheriel brushed her short, auburn hair, she caught her mother looking at her in the mirror.
"Mother, why are you looking at me so? I am only brushing my hair." Etheriel asked Threndial.
"It is about the guest. He is a very nice man who is wise and brave." Threndial said with a little smile on her face.
"Mother, are you attempting to set me up with a stranger." Etheriel asked. Her mother was forever introducing her to elves, disappointed that her daughter, now almost three thousand years old, had not been married.
"He is no stranger. He is Legolas, Prince of Mirkwood, and many women would love to have him eager to meet them."
"How can he be eager to meet me when he has not even heard of me?"
Threndial had a guilty look on her face. "A messenger from Mirkwood came and said he was looking for a wife. I wrote a letter describing you and he wrote back saying he wanted to meet you. That is why he is coming here, to our little community, to meet you." Threndial paused here, waiting expectantly for her daughter's reaction.
"Why would you do something like this! Mother I am perfectly capable of finding myself a husband. Setting me up behind my back makes me feel like a child. I do not appreciate this at all."
Threndial's face became sad. She had thought her daughter would be happy that she had done the hard part, finding the guy. All Etheriel had to do was make him fall in love with her, which was simple because she was a wonderful person.
Etheriel, upon seeing the sorrow on her mother's face apologized.
"Mother, I did not mean to hurt you. I wish you would just let me live my life my way, instead of controlling it like I am a child." Etheriel walked over to her mother and gave her a hug. "I am happy that you care about me so. Not many mothers would have enough faith in their daughters to impress a prince." Etheriel smiled warmly and her mother returned the favor.
"Come, Etheriel. We must go meet the prince." Threndial looked Etheriel up and down. "Aren't you going to change out of your uniform into something more feminine?"
"Mother if the Prince doesn't like the clothes I'm wearing, he won't like me. I am a soldier and he if he doesn't like that, then so be it."
"You always were headstrong my daughter. Your father would have been proud." Threndial sighed. She missed her husband terribly. He was killed a few years ago; defending Helm's Deep from the attacking Orcs. She shook the sadness from her and smiled to hide the feelings from Etheriel.
"Shall we go to the celebration now mother?"
"Yes we shall."
They walked out into the square where the crowd had stopped fixing up the square. They were waiting in anticipation. The prince and his entourage were expected at any moment. Threndial and Etheriel were shoved gently shoved to the front of the crowd. Apparently everyone knew what Etheriel only learned of moments before.
All of a sudden she heard the sound of hoof beats. With her elven hearing, she estimated they were about a mile away. It sounded like there was maybe twenty-five or so horses. They were getting closer and closer. She finally saw them rounding the bend.
At the front there was an elf with dark brown eyes and hair the color of bark on a pine tree. He walked with an air of power, and elegance. He walked over to the throne, that Etheriel's mother had helped build. He sat upon it and looked around the square. The mayor approached him and said, "Prince Legolas, who has traveled from far away Mirkwood, I greet you to our humble town."
"I am pleased to accept your welcome." Legolas said with a deep voice. "There is a person that I am looking forward to meeting. Can you tell me where an Etheriel is?"
The crowd parted so Etheriel was face to face with the prince.
"I am Etheriel, prince Legolas."
Author's Note- I know, I know you all are thinking, "Legolas has blue eye and blond hair." Well this story is based on the book and J.R.R. Tolkein neglected to tell us exactly what color hair and eyes Legolas has. Many scholars have disputed it. I am going with this look for a little variety. As always, read and review. I want constructive criticism.