November 3, 7384 continued
I was beautiful, I was told, and I am sure should I take off my hood or veil or whatever else I use to cover my face, supposedly in shyness, people would say the same. Oh well, it did not help me, only hurt. I do not know what Isulder and his small army was doing in the woods that day. I was too afraid when I had the chance, to ask later on. I do not like to contemplate on it.
They were lost, maybe. That's what they said anyways. They were seeking their way back to Gondor and here was a beautiful maiden to help them find it. And of course I did, Bad, bad mistake. If I had acted on instinct I would have yelled at them and ran away too fast for them to catch up with. But weapons always scared me, promised blood shed, precious life taken away. I did not wish them too find some other arrogant elf who would refuse not knowing of the outside world that much, as I did from my lessons. So I told the. Simple. And they rode away back home. I should never have seen Isulder's face again. And for a while it seemed I never would, and I was all the more happy for it, because I had not like him, he was cocky and cruel. I attended the balls. No one would dance with me, I was the strange girl with the red magic, not pure white, like theirs but tainted as if with blood shed. But they danced with Galadriel. And it was fun.We'd laugh and make fun of her air-headed suitors and she would try to get someone to dance with me as she was dancing with people. She thought I didn't notice. But I did. It was funny. I hung out with my cousin, Gwendolyn. She was funny, sweet very similar to me in personality. She was not beautiful but pretty and rarely excepted dances when she was asked, preferring to stay with me nd crack up at Galadriel's obvious bribes to people to get elves to dance with me. Here's another thing you won't probably won't believe. It's twisted how much I'm involved in today's current event's (The ring, the people) without actually doing anything. Erendil, a was a sort of friend of mine. So when he asked me to dance, I told him I didn't want his pity. He laughed, sat down and somehow he coaxed me to dance. He was so sweet, and nice to me, the only elf outside my family to do so. He made me laugh. He wanted to be a great elven warrior and archer, and I knew looking at him he could be. And I fell. Hard. Not relizing he loved me too until it was too late. Oh Galadriel saw it, and Gwen suspected. But I never guessed. And they didn't bring it up. So every dance if we saw eachother we'd dance as friends, and laugh. And suddenly dances became more fun.
Then Isulder. Word got out he was looking for a queen in Gondor of course and there were many jokes about him. But he had already decided a long time ago. Maybe even years ago. He chose me and I freaked. He got "lost" again. This time on purpose with only five guard's accompying him. He had watched me before and I had not heard him thinking it was a bird or woodland creature. He knew where I would hide and read. He "found" me and told me he had chosen me. Stupid me for having a hiding place so far away from home. Stupid, stupid me. He old me he would rage war if he didn't catch me, and ridiculous as it sounded I looked in his eyes and saw crazed over eyes, filled with a desire I hadn't known possible. He didn't think, "elf" when he saw me. He saw a young women who must have wandered into Lothlorien and never left. He didn't know my family. He didn't know my magic. After all my ears were round. My doom in a complete circle. I did not want innocent people with families to die. A war would be ridiculous, the elves would wipe them out in an instance, yet looking at his men I saw their hearts and their children in their eyes. In a war there are always casualties. And life is precious. So I said I needed time knowing full well I'd except. I could not risk the blood my mgic looked so similar too.
A/N: Please don't mind the spelling errors I was hurrying. The fragment sentences are on purpose as someone writing stream of conciousness might write. I know the family trees might not add up, and I've created a completely new character but if you don't like it don't read it. Anyways, it's impossible for a Tolkien purist to read or write fanfiction and enjoy it since the art of fanfiction is changing the story around. Anyways, please review. Tell me what you think, even flames will do since my little town near Bosten is experiencing the coldest winter in three years. Flames warm cold rooms. I hope to update soon, sorry I took so long, but I don't think anyone cared anyways. Thanks so much!!!
