Vetauriel: Daughter By Lego Freak 81
Props to Laura for the title. Thanks so much!
Disclaimer: I don't own Lord of the Rings or any of the characters in Lord of the Rings. They belong to J.R.R. Tolkien, so don't sue me. Also, much of the writing in this chapter is from the movie "The Fellowship of the Ring", which I do not own either.
Author's note: Some things in this story might not be realistic, but I don't care. This is my story and I'll write it how I want to.
AU, OC, Mary-Sue. Another 'girl joins the Fellowship' stories. Please don't read if you don't like these kind of stories. With a warrior spirit, Vetauriel battles to win the acceptions of her comrades. Part 1 of a 3 part story. R & R please! And please, no flames.
Chapter 2) Vetauriel packed dress after dress. All dresses. She hated them. 'Why can't I just wear pants? I am sure they would be much more comfortable than these dresses that squeeze my sides.' She opened her secret compartment at the bottom of her dresser. Stacked there were several pairs of pants and shirts which she quickly stuffed in the bottom of her pack. She had only used them for secret practice with her sword deep in the woods. Then she had the problem of having too much to take in such a small pack. So she had to unpack to see what could be left behind. She looked out her window at the approaching dawn. The sun was just beginning to peak out at the world from its slumber. She turned around and looked at the opening door. "Hello Grandfather." "Sut naa lle umien? Lle anta amin tu?" (How are you doing? Do you need help?) "Al," (No) Vetauriel sighed, shaking her head. "I will miss you when you are gone." "I will miss you too." "Cormamin niuve tenna' tae lea lle au'." (My heart shall weep until it sees thee again.) "And you will see me again. I will come home. But I need this Grandfather. I long for adventure." "I understand, Veta." He stroked her chin tenderly. "I must go see to our guests. I will be back soon." Vetauriel watched her grandfather walk out the door and close it softly. She began again to pack. Quickly and quietly she worked, packing and pushing down, the sun a constant reminder of how little time she had, just one day. She gazed up at the sunrise, the light shades of purple and blue announcing the morning. She watched as the dewy blades of grass rattled outside her window in the little, warm breeze. She abandoned her packing to enjoy the morning's gift. After a while, she heard the door shift slightly open. She knew it was not her grandfather; he was never cautious at her door. Thinking it was one of the servants, she called, "Mani naa ta?" (What is it?) "Sorry for the intrusion." Vetauriel spun around at the familiar voice. Aragorn was standing there. "Oh, I'm sorry, come in. I thought you were someone else." Her body tensed. She had not expected to talk to him so soon. "Watching the sunrise?" "Yes, but I must continue packing, I have not quite finished yet. The morning was too beautiful." "I watch the sun as well." Vetauriel breathed deeply. "Do you need something?" "You know who I am, don't you?" Vetauriel pondered saying 'no', but he would know better. "Yes." "Then you know I am-" "Yes, I know." Aragorn paused, thinking over what to say next. "I don't want you to go on this journey." Vetauriel clenched her teeth, then tried to calm herself. "Why?" "It really is too dangerous for a woman." "You didn't hesitate yesterday when you didn't know I was your daughter." "Yesterday, I was, just excited by all the commotion." "I am already part of this mission. There is nothing you can say to hold me here." "Please, do this for me." "I owe you nothing!" Vetauriel cried out. "You left her! You left me! You killed her! You were never here, you didn't care! I owe you nothing." Vetauriel expected Aragorn to fight back, but he just bowed his head, fighting off guilt he had been harboring for many years. "I know," was all the came from his mouth. Vetauriel felt sympathy for him, but reminded herself what he did, and spared him no guilt. "If you do not want to get to know me, just tell me so. I suppose you never wanted to know your daughter before, so why would you now?" "Vetauriel, that is not true!" Aragorn's face remained impassive. "I would be much more at ease if I knew you were here, with your grandfather." "I care not about your ease. This is my chance to live, to improve my skills. This is what I have been waiting for." Aragorn, becoming increasingly frustrated, decided to try a harsher approach. "As your father, I order you to stay here! Now unpack your bag." Vetauriel only fought back harder. "You are not my father! You never have been! I have never met you until now. You have no right to tell me what to do!" Aragorn stood still, his heart ripped in two. "Please, Vet-" "Good day to you. I will see you later." Vetauriel sat on her knees and continued to pack. Aragorn did not move. "Vetauriel, just hear me out. Please." "Kela!" (Go away.) Vetauriel was relieved when her grandfather walked in. "Veta, is there a problem? I could hear you yelling at the end of the corridor." Elrond glanced suspiciously at Aragorn. Vetauriel put on a smile and replied, "No, we were just discussing plans for our journey. Lord Aragorn was just leaving." Vetauriel nodded farewell. Aragorn bowed his head as a defeated farewell, and quickly skated from the room. Elrond came up to Vetauriel and hugged her. "He came to tell you to stay here, didn't he?" "Grandfather, I miss Mother so much. I wish she was here to tell me what to do," Vetauriel mourned in his shoulder. "I know, I miss her too." Outside the door, Aragorn was only now beginning to walk away from the door. He was so foolish. His mind was playing tricks on him the day before. Vetauriel looked so much like her mother, her long, wavy dark hair, her deep gray eyes, and her sense of adventure. He was blind to have not have seen it. He never should have allowed her to come during the Council. Tears were in his eyes, but he held them back as any strong warrior does. ~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~ The morning quickly arrived and passed. The time for the company to be on its way was the morning after one last farewell feast, which was to take place that night. Vetauriel was saying goodbye to her friends in the palace. She had not seen Aragorn since the morning. She was intent to smooth things out between them. She wanted to get to know him. She was just about to hunt for him when her grandfather came up to her. "Veta, I need to talk to you for a minute." "Yes?" "Come, let's sit somewhere more secluded." As her grandfather led her away, Vetauriel saw Aragorn standing on the stairs, the place she was just heading. Their eyes fastened on each other before Vetauriel disappeared from his sight. 'Curses!' Vetauriel thought. They walked together a little while. Not a word was uttered, but Vetauriel kept glancing at her grandfather, knowing something was wrong. "What is it?" Her grandfather finally pulled her into a vacant room. He paused, as if pondering how to begin. With an impatient look from his granddaughter, he hurriedly began. "I heard you talking with Aragorn." Vetauriel did not answer. She had already suspected it. After all, they were having a rather loud argument and elves have impressive hearing. "I need to tell you some things I should have told you a long time ago." Elrond sighed, as if trying to convince himself that he should go on. Vetauriel sat patiently, though her curiosity was substantial. When Elrond spoke, his voice was shaky and unsure; very unusual, for any elf. "When your, your, father, after he left, well, he came back." "What do you mean?" Vetauriel pressed. Elrond took a deep breath, and continued, more composed. "Aragorn came back; maybe just a couple of days after you were born. Your mother was still resting, and he begged to see her, and you. He said that he left because he was too overwhelmed at the time, and he pleaded for forgiveness. But I, I was stubborn, and angry for the pain he had caused your mother, and I sent him away. He came back many times, of course, you might have even seen him around here before, but I never let Arwen see him. I was afraid that she would forgive him and love him again. She had a chance to sail to the undying lands once you got older, but if Aragorn was here, he would hold her back. He would ruin her life. Had I known what her missing him would have done to her." Elrond trailing off, thought of guilt haunting his mind. Vetauriel didn't know what to think. Her father did care about her, and her mother. How come he hadn't told her before, when they were arguing? Grabbing onto her grandfather's arm, Vetauriel replied, "It is okay, grandfather. I know you were just doing what you thought best. It is not your fault." They mourned together for a while, embracing, and talking about old memories of Arwen. "Well, you better be getting ready for the feast. You must eat a lot tonight Veta, for tomorrow, food will be scarce." "But Grandfather, the feast is still hours away," Vetauriel said, wiping her face to rid herself of any stray tears that had escaped from her eyes. "Veta, the setting of the sun is taking place as we speak. The feast will be in about an hour." Vetauriel ran to the window. Sure enough, the last rays of the sun were barely emitting their deep colors before disappearing behind the horizon. The afternoon had soared by. And Vetauriel had still not been able to talk to Aragorn. She was hoping to talk with him before their journey the next morning and apologize. Vetauriel scurried to her room to prepare. She rummaged through her closet, overlooking dress after dress. Her grandfather appeared shortly after she picked out and put on a simple white and gray, but elegant dress, her grandfather's favorite. It was slightly uncomfortable, but since it was her last day with her grandfather for only the Valar knew how long, she would do this to please him. She had also tied on her favorite snow leopard white necklace. "Ever is thy sight a joy," he beamed at her. Vetauriel smiled back slightly, still worried over her upcoming encounter with her father. Elrond probably noticed her worry, but cast it aside, smiling again. "But, there is something missing." Vetauriel looked at him curiously. From behind his back, Elrond produced a shining, silver crown. Vetauriel's mouth dropped. It shone as bright as any star in the sky. Elrond placed it atop her head, where it settled perfectly. Vetauriel fingered it gently, as though her touch would shatter it. "It was your mother's. I want you to have it, and take it with you on your journey so if you ever get lost, you will always remember where you came from." "Oh, Grandfather, I can not possibly take this with me. What if it was lost, or stolen." Elrond cut her off. "It does not matter, it has no use here. I want you to have it. It is small, and can be carried in your pack or worn when you wish." Vetauriel no longer knew what to say, so she smiled, and hugged her grandfather tightly. The feast was absolutely delightful. Many people were scattering around and laughing. Everyone was eating and drinking. The hobbits, especially, although such little creatures, ate more and drank more than any of the large men or dwarves. Vetauriel herself walked around gracefully, catching the eyes of many, but her eyes did not find the two she was looking for. Eventually she found Legolas, but before she could approach him, her eyes caught sight of a lean light golden haired female who was talking rapidly to him. He was smiling back, his eyes never leaving her silk face. Vetauriel felt her jaw clench. She took a deep breath, turned around, and, keeping her anger within her, walked off in search of Aragorn. 'Legolas' foolish love fancies do not interest me at all. What should I care of who he likes?' she thought to herself in anger. Vetauriel wandered around the large ballroom many times before she relinquished. She bid a serene night to some before escaping to her room. In her resting quarters, she tried to relax, but the anticipation of the quickly upcoming journey kept her agitated. She eventually became so anxious that she grabbed her sword and snuck out in the ebony of the night to wield her sword. Deep into the forest, she loped by the gloomy trees until she finally found her particular training vicinity. Instantly, her body relaxed. Although the dark trees were shaded from the light of the stars and the moon, they gave off a somewhat eerie, though strangely calming sense. Taking a deep breath, she sliced her sword through the air. Her breathing became more labored as her pace quickened. She slashed away her fury, regret, and anticipation. In the passion of her movements, it was a relief when she collapsed to the ground. She took a few deep breaths, and then fell onto her back, gazing up at the dark clouds of the tree branches. She closed her eyes and listened to the wind howling through the wood and the strong scent of the trees. Vetauriel didn't know how long she lay there, but before she knew what was occurring, the warm, gentle colors of the sun cut through the thick trees and created spots of light on the forest floor. Vetauriel went into minor panic, remembering that only three hours after the sun peaked over the horizon was the company supposed to depart. She still needed to pack and say farewell to her grandfather. But then it all struck her as a sudden bolt of lightning. She was leaving for the quest today. Her joy continued as she thought of other related topics. She knew she could work things out with Aragorn. And there would be no other females flouting on Legolas for many miles. She could not contain her quickly arising excitement. She was off for her greatest adventure this very day. Her life was beginning. She jumped up gracefully and sprinted through the trees, weaving around them, laughing all the while.
Please review! No flames please.
Props to Laura for the title. Thanks so much!
Disclaimer: I don't own Lord of the Rings or any of the characters in Lord of the Rings. They belong to J.R.R. Tolkien, so don't sue me. Also, much of the writing in this chapter is from the movie "The Fellowship of the Ring", which I do not own either.
Author's note: Some things in this story might not be realistic, but I don't care. This is my story and I'll write it how I want to.
AU, OC, Mary-Sue. Another 'girl joins the Fellowship' stories. Please don't read if you don't like these kind of stories. With a warrior spirit, Vetauriel battles to win the acceptions of her comrades. Part 1 of a 3 part story. R & R please! And please, no flames.
Chapter 2) Vetauriel packed dress after dress. All dresses. She hated them. 'Why can't I just wear pants? I am sure they would be much more comfortable than these dresses that squeeze my sides.' She opened her secret compartment at the bottom of her dresser. Stacked there were several pairs of pants and shirts which she quickly stuffed in the bottom of her pack. She had only used them for secret practice with her sword deep in the woods. Then she had the problem of having too much to take in such a small pack. So she had to unpack to see what could be left behind. She looked out her window at the approaching dawn. The sun was just beginning to peak out at the world from its slumber. She turned around and looked at the opening door. "Hello Grandfather." "Sut naa lle umien? Lle anta amin tu?" (How are you doing? Do you need help?) "Al," (No) Vetauriel sighed, shaking her head. "I will miss you when you are gone." "I will miss you too." "Cormamin niuve tenna' tae lea lle au'." (My heart shall weep until it sees thee again.) "And you will see me again. I will come home. But I need this Grandfather. I long for adventure." "I understand, Veta." He stroked her chin tenderly. "I must go see to our guests. I will be back soon." Vetauriel watched her grandfather walk out the door and close it softly. She began again to pack. Quickly and quietly she worked, packing and pushing down, the sun a constant reminder of how little time she had, just one day. She gazed up at the sunrise, the light shades of purple and blue announcing the morning. She watched as the dewy blades of grass rattled outside her window in the little, warm breeze. She abandoned her packing to enjoy the morning's gift. After a while, she heard the door shift slightly open. She knew it was not her grandfather; he was never cautious at her door. Thinking it was one of the servants, she called, "Mani naa ta?" (What is it?) "Sorry for the intrusion." Vetauriel spun around at the familiar voice. Aragorn was standing there. "Oh, I'm sorry, come in. I thought you were someone else." Her body tensed. She had not expected to talk to him so soon. "Watching the sunrise?" "Yes, but I must continue packing, I have not quite finished yet. The morning was too beautiful." "I watch the sun as well." Vetauriel breathed deeply. "Do you need something?" "You know who I am, don't you?" Vetauriel pondered saying 'no', but he would know better. "Yes." "Then you know I am-" "Yes, I know." Aragorn paused, thinking over what to say next. "I don't want you to go on this journey." Vetauriel clenched her teeth, then tried to calm herself. "Why?" "It really is too dangerous for a woman." "You didn't hesitate yesterday when you didn't know I was your daughter." "Yesterday, I was, just excited by all the commotion." "I am already part of this mission. There is nothing you can say to hold me here." "Please, do this for me." "I owe you nothing!" Vetauriel cried out. "You left her! You left me! You killed her! You were never here, you didn't care! I owe you nothing." Vetauriel expected Aragorn to fight back, but he just bowed his head, fighting off guilt he had been harboring for many years. "I know," was all the came from his mouth. Vetauriel felt sympathy for him, but reminded herself what he did, and spared him no guilt. "If you do not want to get to know me, just tell me so. I suppose you never wanted to know your daughter before, so why would you now?" "Vetauriel, that is not true!" Aragorn's face remained impassive. "I would be much more at ease if I knew you were here, with your grandfather." "I care not about your ease. This is my chance to live, to improve my skills. This is what I have been waiting for." Aragorn, becoming increasingly frustrated, decided to try a harsher approach. "As your father, I order you to stay here! Now unpack your bag." Vetauriel only fought back harder. "You are not my father! You never have been! I have never met you until now. You have no right to tell me what to do!" Aragorn stood still, his heart ripped in two. "Please, Vet-" "Good day to you. I will see you later." Vetauriel sat on her knees and continued to pack. Aragorn did not move. "Vetauriel, just hear me out. Please." "Kela!" (Go away.) Vetauriel was relieved when her grandfather walked in. "Veta, is there a problem? I could hear you yelling at the end of the corridor." Elrond glanced suspiciously at Aragorn. Vetauriel put on a smile and replied, "No, we were just discussing plans for our journey. Lord Aragorn was just leaving." Vetauriel nodded farewell. Aragorn bowed his head as a defeated farewell, and quickly skated from the room. Elrond came up to Vetauriel and hugged her. "He came to tell you to stay here, didn't he?" "Grandfather, I miss Mother so much. I wish she was here to tell me what to do," Vetauriel mourned in his shoulder. "I know, I miss her too." Outside the door, Aragorn was only now beginning to walk away from the door. He was so foolish. His mind was playing tricks on him the day before. Vetauriel looked so much like her mother, her long, wavy dark hair, her deep gray eyes, and her sense of adventure. He was blind to have not have seen it. He never should have allowed her to come during the Council. Tears were in his eyes, but he held them back as any strong warrior does. ~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~ The morning quickly arrived and passed. The time for the company to be on its way was the morning after one last farewell feast, which was to take place that night. Vetauriel was saying goodbye to her friends in the palace. She had not seen Aragorn since the morning. She was intent to smooth things out between them. She wanted to get to know him. She was just about to hunt for him when her grandfather came up to her. "Veta, I need to talk to you for a minute." "Yes?" "Come, let's sit somewhere more secluded." As her grandfather led her away, Vetauriel saw Aragorn standing on the stairs, the place she was just heading. Their eyes fastened on each other before Vetauriel disappeared from his sight. 'Curses!' Vetauriel thought. They walked together a little while. Not a word was uttered, but Vetauriel kept glancing at her grandfather, knowing something was wrong. "What is it?" Her grandfather finally pulled her into a vacant room. He paused, as if pondering how to begin. With an impatient look from his granddaughter, he hurriedly began. "I heard you talking with Aragorn." Vetauriel did not answer. She had already suspected it. After all, they were having a rather loud argument and elves have impressive hearing. "I need to tell you some things I should have told you a long time ago." Elrond sighed, as if trying to convince himself that he should go on. Vetauriel sat patiently, though her curiosity was substantial. When Elrond spoke, his voice was shaky and unsure; very unusual, for any elf. "When your, your, father, after he left, well, he came back." "What do you mean?" Vetauriel pressed. Elrond took a deep breath, and continued, more composed. "Aragorn came back; maybe just a couple of days after you were born. Your mother was still resting, and he begged to see her, and you. He said that he left because he was too overwhelmed at the time, and he pleaded for forgiveness. But I, I was stubborn, and angry for the pain he had caused your mother, and I sent him away. He came back many times, of course, you might have even seen him around here before, but I never let Arwen see him. I was afraid that she would forgive him and love him again. She had a chance to sail to the undying lands once you got older, but if Aragorn was here, he would hold her back. He would ruin her life. Had I known what her missing him would have done to her." Elrond trailing off, thought of guilt haunting his mind. Vetauriel didn't know what to think. Her father did care about her, and her mother. How come he hadn't told her before, when they were arguing? Grabbing onto her grandfather's arm, Vetauriel replied, "It is okay, grandfather. I know you were just doing what you thought best. It is not your fault." They mourned together for a while, embracing, and talking about old memories of Arwen. "Well, you better be getting ready for the feast. You must eat a lot tonight Veta, for tomorrow, food will be scarce." "But Grandfather, the feast is still hours away," Vetauriel said, wiping her face to rid herself of any stray tears that had escaped from her eyes. "Veta, the setting of the sun is taking place as we speak. The feast will be in about an hour." Vetauriel ran to the window. Sure enough, the last rays of the sun were barely emitting their deep colors before disappearing behind the horizon. The afternoon had soared by. And Vetauriel had still not been able to talk to Aragorn. She was hoping to talk with him before their journey the next morning and apologize. Vetauriel scurried to her room to prepare. She rummaged through her closet, overlooking dress after dress. Her grandfather appeared shortly after she picked out and put on a simple white and gray, but elegant dress, her grandfather's favorite. It was slightly uncomfortable, but since it was her last day with her grandfather for only the Valar knew how long, she would do this to please him. She had also tied on her favorite snow leopard white necklace. "Ever is thy sight a joy," he beamed at her. Vetauriel smiled back slightly, still worried over her upcoming encounter with her father. Elrond probably noticed her worry, but cast it aside, smiling again. "But, there is something missing." Vetauriel looked at him curiously. From behind his back, Elrond produced a shining, silver crown. Vetauriel's mouth dropped. It shone as bright as any star in the sky. Elrond placed it atop her head, where it settled perfectly. Vetauriel fingered it gently, as though her touch would shatter it. "It was your mother's. I want you to have it, and take it with you on your journey so if you ever get lost, you will always remember where you came from." "Oh, Grandfather, I can not possibly take this with me. What if it was lost, or stolen." Elrond cut her off. "It does not matter, it has no use here. I want you to have it. It is small, and can be carried in your pack or worn when you wish." Vetauriel no longer knew what to say, so she smiled, and hugged her grandfather tightly. The feast was absolutely delightful. Many people were scattering around and laughing. Everyone was eating and drinking. The hobbits, especially, although such little creatures, ate more and drank more than any of the large men or dwarves. Vetauriel herself walked around gracefully, catching the eyes of many, but her eyes did not find the two she was looking for. Eventually she found Legolas, but before she could approach him, her eyes caught sight of a lean light golden haired female who was talking rapidly to him. He was smiling back, his eyes never leaving her silk face. Vetauriel felt her jaw clench. She took a deep breath, turned around, and, keeping her anger within her, walked off in search of Aragorn. 'Legolas' foolish love fancies do not interest me at all. What should I care of who he likes?' she thought to herself in anger. Vetauriel wandered around the large ballroom many times before she relinquished. She bid a serene night to some before escaping to her room. In her resting quarters, she tried to relax, but the anticipation of the quickly upcoming journey kept her agitated. She eventually became so anxious that she grabbed her sword and snuck out in the ebony of the night to wield her sword. Deep into the forest, she loped by the gloomy trees until she finally found her particular training vicinity. Instantly, her body relaxed. Although the dark trees were shaded from the light of the stars and the moon, they gave off a somewhat eerie, though strangely calming sense. Taking a deep breath, she sliced her sword through the air. Her breathing became more labored as her pace quickened. She slashed away her fury, regret, and anticipation. In the passion of her movements, it was a relief when she collapsed to the ground. She took a few deep breaths, and then fell onto her back, gazing up at the dark clouds of the tree branches. She closed her eyes and listened to the wind howling through the wood and the strong scent of the trees. Vetauriel didn't know how long she lay there, but before she knew what was occurring, the warm, gentle colors of the sun cut through the thick trees and created spots of light on the forest floor. Vetauriel went into minor panic, remembering that only three hours after the sun peaked over the horizon was the company supposed to depart. She still needed to pack and say farewell to her grandfather. But then it all struck her as a sudden bolt of lightning. She was leaving for the quest today. Her joy continued as she thought of other related topics. She knew she could work things out with Aragorn. And there would be no other females flouting on Legolas for many miles. She could not contain her quickly arising excitement. She was off for her greatest adventure this very day. Her life was beginning. She jumped up gracefully and sprinted through the trees, weaving around them, laughing all the while.
Please review! No flames please.