Nariel's diary
[I don't know how I got his idea, but it works, so don't accuse me of deviation]
It has been 3 days since I started this diary. Stupid Marien, forcing me to 'vent my blocked up feelings with words, not violence'.
As you probably know now, DIARY, we are on the road to Gondor. Marien and I are here to tend her ladyship, Arwen Undomiel.
Um.what else?
Why the hell do I need a diary? I hate writing! Can't be bothered to write.
La la la.
Its evening now and my wrists hurts from all the riding we've been doing, but we get no rest cos Elrond says so. Marien enjoys it. To her it's all a big adventure. I'm really thinking of taking her to see dr. Elanesse. I've heard he's a psychiatrist, specialising in matters of the mind and of the heart. Must take her soon or she'll really lose it altogether.
She really believes Mirkwood Prince will say 'yes'.
Poor deluded fool.
Why did she have to fall in love with Legolas Greenleaf of all people? Didn't she believe the words that Elrohir told her?
She has a delicate mind and I know that no one has ever declared their love for HER, but what made her think that she really had a chance with Mirkwood Prince? Everyone knows he's arrogant and irresponsible and that he's....ahem, why would he love HER?!
But I remember how it started.
~*~(Flashback)
Long ago, there was a feast in Rivendell. Elrond had invited all the Elven personalities to his home. Galadriel and her husband Celeborn came, as did Thranduil of Greenwood the Great. Celebrian was not present; she was arriving on a different coach from a visit to Lothlorien.
Everyone was seated at a huge table, Elrond at the head. The finest food was cooked in honour of the most gracious guests. Thranduil had brought along his son, Laegolas, who was young then in Elven years.
Marien was unfortunate to be sat next to the whiny spoilt Prince of Mirkwood. She was young then, and innocent. Mother had not given her The Talk as she had with me, yeni* ago. [*Quen. Long years]
I remember the precise moment when she told me she realised her love for him.
He asked her to pass him a plate of olives, a rare specialty.
She passed him the silver platter.
"Thank you." He said.
He smiled at her.
And she fell in love.
~*~(End)
Yes, that was the truth of Marien, and yes, that was pathetic. But that's what happened. She loved him, and wanted to be loved back so badly.
It all stemmed from there. Mirkwood Prince would be courteous to her, as was expected of a 'monarch', give her smiles and such favours. She was not particularly beautiful among Elven women, mother always said I was the daughter with looks and brains, and she.. was the....the one with..the other things, but she accepted them as if it was only she that he loved.
I've fallen in love in my time, not really SERIOUSLY, maybe just little crushes or infatuations. My last one was before Marien was even born. I was still young, but old enough to understand Love, sort of.
Thranduil was quite the hottie before he got married with the sow down the wood and landed himself with a whiny brat known as a son. (I will mention no names).
And I've had my fair share of suitors. Always the wrong sort, of course, but it gave me esteem. Glindir himself once pledged love to me. I told him to shut up and go away, but he got over it quite quickly. We're good friends now. He's (very) annoying, but useful. If you want well-kept secrets to become widespread rumours, he's the one to turn to.
We both discussed about Marien and her forgoing relationships, and then he slipped out to me about how the newly arrived Haldir of Lorien REALLY liked my sister. I didn't know if I was pleased or horrified at first because I'd hated Haldir Ammalinde from the moment he'd set foot in Imladris.
I was with Arwen when he sent that awful excuse letter to her. The shock it caused her! I was horrified at the letter, especially to know that Mirkwood Prince was involved. It was I who encouraged her to sort it out. The results were very amusing. Haldir's acquired his fair share of bruises in his lifetime.
But I didn't want to disencourage a possible relationship between Marien and Haldir. Surely he could make her change her mind about Legolas? Who knows, they might even be happy together.
If she continued with trying to make Legolas love her, it would only end in heartbreak. Everyone knew about Legolas after Elrohir spread the word around Rivendell.
I agreed with Glindir to subtly promote this relationship. I stayed my foolish sister protectively, hoping that Glindir could encourage Haldir to speak to Marien about his feelings. Apparently the former March Warden was shy.
But he came to her. The first time, I was quite offended with his actions, sneaking on Marien like that! I lost control and hit him. He looked a bit like a panda after that from the black eye I gave him and the one he already had from Arwen.
I didn't tell Marien of course. She would be insulted and forsake Haldir, pursuing Legolas to no end.
But he finally struck up his confidence again and cornered her the second night on the road, after the feast. The perfect opportunity! I hid myself and watched. When the first person to ever declare their love for Marien finally did, surely she would be moved and learn to love him back.
Haldir wasn't bad, compared to Mirkwood Prince, he was, by all accounts, a gentlemen. He wasn't the greatest guy in the world, but if he really loved Marien then who was I to stop him from pledging to her?
I was absolutely horrified that night. I remember it so clearly. I thought it was going so well. I noticed that, unlike the other Elven women of Imladris, my sister was one of the few who could stand Haldir. She would smile at him, like she did at the feast. And I suppose that's why he thought that she loved him back.
I felt like crying after I saw what she did to him. There was only one phrase for a woman like her: bimbo.
Haldir was the first person to admit love for Marien in her short life, but she refused him so harshly I could see his heart crushing to pieces inside. She didn't even hear him say those crucial three words that he'd been trying to get out the whole time. She was so lost in her own fantasies about the man she loved. I was almost glad to see Haldir run from the garden after that. The pain it must have caused him was too great to be imagined. I'd thought that Arwen had told her the truth about Marien, but apparently not.
I was no fool. I knew of the feud between Haldir of Lorien and Legolas Greenleaf. Glindir told me what Haldir told him (what a good friend he is): that before the Battle that nearly killed him, it had been something of a silent feud, with just minor disagreements. Then Legolas played a trick on Haldir with the 'letter' to Arwen, and Haldir over-reacted, resulting in an increasing amount of injuries on his person. Then it became open loathing.
I sought my vixen of a sister and asked why she had done that to Haldir, who really loved her.
"I'm already taken." She replied without sympathy.
I sighed. I had tried to convince her times before that Legolas did not love her but she didn't listen. She never listened.
"Well, couldn't you have broken it to him GENTLY?"
She stared at me without comprehension.
"It was his fault he got false hopes up."
False hopes. I could not deny that this was true. But I could also say the same for her and Mirkwood Prince. (Eru, curse his name.)
"Then why were you being so nice to him? He thought you loved him back. You hurt him badly. He was sincere to you, unlike some." (Eru curse his name)
"I liked him the first time I saw him and helped him, in that tatty little wheelchair. Was I supposed to be horrible and hit him like you did?!"
"No-o. But I don't know why you were so nice to him, then turn him down so easily without thought or compassion."
"I was NOT uncompassionate. I was nice because I liked him." She repeated wearily, " I liked him cos he had blond hair"
She liked him for his hair colour. The bimbo.
"And reminded you of Legolas." I eventually concluded.
"Yep. He had nice hair." She said, smiling slightly.
I could not believe what she was saying so I didn't bother trying and just went to bed to rest a little earlier than usual. I had a brief thought that perhaps Marien had enjoyed what she did to Haldir. She indulged in the mastery she had by breaking his heart.
"Why don't you keep a diary like I told you to? That way you can vent all the feelings you bottle up inside." She called after me when I went to retire.
I accepted her advice and here I am.
I feel so sorry for Haldir. Now I look back, I realise just how much he devoted himself to Marien, despite the fact he hardly knew her. If only I had a suitor with that sort of devotion. The ones who had loved me before only loved for my title, and my looks. Haldir was a good guy.
I knew that if he ever married me he would treat me right, or face severe punishment. He is, yes, annoying and inconsiderate and something of a pervert and a lying weasel . . .
But I love him.
*
By the Valar, my wrist aches like hell.
[I don't know how I got his idea, but it works, so don't accuse me of deviation]
It has been 3 days since I started this diary. Stupid Marien, forcing me to 'vent my blocked up feelings with words, not violence'.
As you probably know now, DIARY, we are on the road to Gondor. Marien and I are here to tend her ladyship, Arwen Undomiel.
Um.what else?
Why the hell do I need a diary? I hate writing! Can't be bothered to write.
La la la.
Its evening now and my wrists hurts from all the riding we've been doing, but we get no rest cos Elrond says so. Marien enjoys it. To her it's all a big adventure. I'm really thinking of taking her to see dr. Elanesse. I've heard he's a psychiatrist, specialising in matters of the mind and of the heart. Must take her soon or she'll really lose it altogether.
She really believes Mirkwood Prince will say 'yes'.
Poor deluded fool.
Why did she have to fall in love with Legolas Greenleaf of all people? Didn't she believe the words that Elrohir told her?
She has a delicate mind and I know that no one has ever declared their love for HER, but what made her think that she really had a chance with Mirkwood Prince? Everyone knows he's arrogant and irresponsible and that he's....ahem, why would he love HER?!
But I remember how it started.
~*~(Flashback)
Long ago, there was a feast in Rivendell. Elrond had invited all the Elven personalities to his home. Galadriel and her husband Celeborn came, as did Thranduil of Greenwood the Great. Celebrian was not present; she was arriving on a different coach from a visit to Lothlorien.
Everyone was seated at a huge table, Elrond at the head. The finest food was cooked in honour of the most gracious guests. Thranduil had brought along his son, Laegolas, who was young then in Elven years.
Marien was unfortunate to be sat next to the whiny spoilt Prince of Mirkwood. She was young then, and innocent. Mother had not given her The Talk as she had with me, yeni* ago. [*Quen. Long years]
I remember the precise moment when she told me she realised her love for him.
He asked her to pass him a plate of olives, a rare specialty.
She passed him the silver platter.
"Thank you." He said.
He smiled at her.
And she fell in love.
~*~(End)
Yes, that was the truth of Marien, and yes, that was pathetic. But that's what happened. She loved him, and wanted to be loved back so badly.
It all stemmed from there. Mirkwood Prince would be courteous to her, as was expected of a 'monarch', give her smiles and such favours. She was not particularly beautiful among Elven women, mother always said I was the daughter with looks and brains, and she.. was the....the one with..the other things, but she accepted them as if it was only she that he loved.
I've fallen in love in my time, not really SERIOUSLY, maybe just little crushes or infatuations. My last one was before Marien was even born. I was still young, but old enough to understand Love, sort of.
Thranduil was quite the hottie before he got married with the sow down the wood and landed himself with a whiny brat known as a son. (I will mention no names).
And I've had my fair share of suitors. Always the wrong sort, of course, but it gave me esteem. Glindir himself once pledged love to me. I told him to shut up and go away, but he got over it quite quickly. We're good friends now. He's (very) annoying, but useful. If you want well-kept secrets to become widespread rumours, he's the one to turn to.
We both discussed about Marien and her forgoing relationships, and then he slipped out to me about how the newly arrived Haldir of Lorien REALLY liked my sister. I didn't know if I was pleased or horrified at first because I'd hated Haldir Ammalinde from the moment he'd set foot in Imladris.
I was with Arwen when he sent that awful excuse letter to her. The shock it caused her! I was horrified at the letter, especially to know that Mirkwood Prince was involved. It was I who encouraged her to sort it out. The results were very amusing. Haldir's acquired his fair share of bruises in his lifetime.
But I didn't want to disencourage a possible relationship between Marien and Haldir. Surely he could make her change her mind about Legolas? Who knows, they might even be happy together.
If she continued with trying to make Legolas love her, it would only end in heartbreak. Everyone knew about Legolas after Elrohir spread the word around Rivendell.
I agreed with Glindir to subtly promote this relationship. I stayed my foolish sister protectively, hoping that Glindir could encourage Haldir to speak to Marien about his feelings. Apparently the former March Warden was shy.
But he came to her. The first time, I was quite offended with his actions, sneaking on Marien like that! I lost control and hit him. He looked a bit like a panda after that from the black eye I gave him and the one he already had from Arwen.
I didn't tell Marien of course. She would be insulted and forsake Haldir, pursuing Legolas to no end.
But he finally struck up his confidence again and cornered her the second night on the road, after the feast. The perfect opportunity! I hid myself and watched. When the first person to ever declare their love for Marien finally did, surely she would be moved and learn to love him back.
Haldir wasn't bad, compared to Mirkwood Prince, he was, by all accounts, a gentlemen. He wasn't the greatest guy in the world, but if he really loved Marien then who was I to stop him from pledging to her?
I was absolutely horrified that night. I remember it so clearly. I thought it was going so well. I noticed that, unlike the other Elven women of Imladris, my sister was one of the few who could stand Haldir. She would smile at him, like she did at the feast. And I suppose that's why he thought that she loved him back.
I felt like crying after I saw what she did to him. There was only one phrase for a woman like her: bimbo.
Haldir was the first person to admit love for Marien in her short life, but she refused him so harshly I could see his heart crushing to pieces inside. She didn't even hear him say those crucial three words that he'd been trying to get out the whole time. She was so lost in her own fantasies about the man she loved. I was almost glad to see Haldir run from the garden after that. The pain it must have caused him was too great to be imagined. I'd thought that Arwen had told her the truth about Marien, but apparently not.
I was no fool. I knew of the feud between Haldir of Lorien and Legolas Greenleaf. Glindir told me what Haldir told him (what a good friend he is): that before the Battle that nearly killed him, it had been something of a silent feud, with just minor disagreements. Then Legolas played a trick on Haldir with the 'letter' to Arwen, and Haldir over-reacted, resulting in an increasing amount of injuries on his person. Then it became open loathing.
I sought my vixen of a sister and asked why she had done that to Haldir, who really loved her.
"I'm already taken." She replied without sympathy.
I sighed. I had tried to convince her times before that Legolas did not love her but she didn't listen. She never listened.
"Well, couldn't you have broken it to him GENTLY?"
She stared at me without comprehension.
"It was his fault he got false hopes up."
False hopes. I could not deny that this was true. But I could also say the same for her and Mirkwood Prince. (Eru, curse his name.)
"Then why were you being so nice to him? He thought you loved him back. You hurt him badly. He was sincere to you, unlike some." (Eru curse his name)
"I liked him the first time I saw him and helped him, in that tatty little wheelchair. Was I supposed to be horrible and hit him like you did?!"
"No-o. But I don't know why you were so nice to him, then turn him down so easily without thought or compassion."
"I was NOT uncompassionate. I was nice because I liked him." She repeated wearily, " I liked him cos he had blond hair"
She liked him for his hair colour. The bimbo.
"And reminded you of Legolas." I eventually concluded.
"Yep. He had nice hair." She said, smiling slightly.
I could not believe what she was saying so I didn't bother trying and just went to bed to rest a little earlier than usual. I had a brief thought that perhaps Marien had enjoyed what she did to Haldir. She indulged in the mastery she had by breaking his heart.
"Why don't you keep a diary like I told you to? That way you can vent all the feelings you bottle up inside." She called after me when I went to retire.
I accepted her advice and here I am.
I feel so sorry for Haldir. Now I look back, I realise just how much he devoted himself to Marien, despite the fact he hardly knew her. If only I had a suitor with that sort of devotion. The ones who had loved me before only loved for my title, and my looks. Haldir was a good guy.
I knew that if he ever married me he would treat me right, or face severe punishment. He is, yes, annoying and inconsiderate and something of a pervert and a lying weasel . . .
But I love him.
*
By the Valar, my wrist aches like hell.
