Ch 8
At Elrond's office the next day.
Atticus looked out the window, seeing Niromiel, Legolas, and Azor walking down the hill, the two elves flapping their gums incessentally. (can't spell).
"They're in separable," Atticus snarled, "how will I find a suitor for that girl, if she is always seen with Legolas? With al due respect to the prince, but how exactly can I find her a suitor now?"
"Taar(lord) Atticus," Elrond interjected. "I am very fond of Niromiel. Have been ever since I first met her. It is not our custom to arrange marriages. Why not let her choose her husband for herself? Why do you go against tradition."
"I want my daughter's best interests to be looked out for. I only want her happiness. Not heartache."
"Will she be happy married to just anyone? Trust me, she is capable of forging her own path, Atticus."
"Lord Elrond, she is intelligent no doubt of that. But her mother was half elven. Half mortal. I don't want my daughter to fall in love to have it all end in heartache."
"It is better to have loved and lost then to never have loved at all. Trust your own child. Now, we have very important business to take care of. Eriador has been neutral of late, and every party is seeking its alliance."
Atticus sighed and sat across from Lord Elrond. This was the beginning of a heated discussion between the two elves.
Meanwhile. Niromiel and Legolas were sitting on the grass. Bored, having run out of things to tlak about. For the moment anyway.
During a staring contest, they started up a conversation. "You know, it's hard finding things to do together, Legolas. We've grown to old to terrorize everyone in Rivendell. WhatEVER shall we do for fun?.Uh oh."
"What is it?" Legolas picked his head up.
"That father of mine-ARGH!!!" Niromiel stood up. "See that man riding up? A suitor, I know it. Come on, I am NOT staying in the premices while he's here."
"I know where to hide. I'm so smart, I amaze myself. Let's go." Legolas beckoned. "Err.where?" Niromiel asked, but she followed anyway.
Back in Elrond's office. Atticus sighed, talking to the elf that had arrived. "I'm sorry, Arnold, but I'm afraid.." He canceled the marriage promise. He had not even told Niromiel about that one. Atticus couldn't do it. His heart was slowly softening towards his daughter. There was hope for him yet, that he could be a really good father.
Atticus looked out the window, seeing Niromiel, Legolas, and Azor walking down the hill, the two elves flapping their gums incessentally. (can't spell).
"They're in separable," Atticus snarled, "how will I find a suitor for that girl, if she is always seen with Legolas? With al due respect to the prince, but how exactly can I find her a suitor now?"
"Taar(lord) Atticus," Elrond interjected. "I am very fond of Niromiel. Have been ever since I first met her. It is not our custom to arrange marriages. Why not let her choose her husband for herself? Why do you go against tradition."
"I want my daughter's best interests to be looked out for. I only want her happiness. Not heartache."
"Will she be happy married to just anyone? Trust me, she is capable of forging her own path, Atticus."
"Lord Elrond, she is intelligent no doubt of that. But her mother was half elven. Half mortal. I don't want my daughter to fall in love to have it all end in heartache."
"It is better to have loved and lost then to never have loved at all. Trust your own child. Now, we have very important business to take care of. Eriador has been neutral of late, and every party is seeking its alliance."
Atticus sighed and sat across from Lord Elrond. This was the beginning of a heated discussion between the two elves.
Meanwhile. Niromiel and Legolas were sitting on the grass. Bored, having run out of things to tlak about. For the moment anyway.
During a staring contest, they started up a conversation. "You know, it's hard finding things to do together, Legolas. We've grown to old to terrorize everyone in Rivendell. WhatEVER shall we do for fun?.Uh oh."
"What is it?" Legolas picked his head up.
"That father of mine-ARGH!!!" Niromiel stood up. "See that man riding up? A suitor, I know it. Come on, I am NOT staying in the premices while he's here."
"I know where to hide. I'm so smart, I amaze myself. Let's go." Legolas beckoned. "Err.where?" Niromiel asked, but she followed anyway.
Back in Elrond's office. Atticus sighed, talking to the elf that had arrived. "I'm sorry, Arnold, but I'm afraid.." He canceled the marriage promise. He had not even told Niromiel about that one. Atticus couldn't do it. His heart was slowly softening towards his daughter. There was hope for him yet, that he could be a really good father.
