But "the girl of their dreams" was not happy too.
"Nice, Galathil is nice." Artanis said to herself. "And handsome. Yes."
But why, why then could she not…? She sighed. 'Twas three weeks after the feast- and she and Galathil were almost always together now. He looked after her like- like a brother…? That would at least explain why her brothers disliked Galathil. They were jealous. Or- not jealous. Extremely protecting and- well, possessive! Especially Finrod, as usual. He was the oldest, and she was the youngest –and a girl!- so Finrod had always been her second dad… Or- worse than a dad! He seemed to think that she still was a little girl who did not know anything about the great, big world, which was full of dangers for her! But she was not, and she knew she was not! If Finrod only wanted to understand that she could be an aggressive, dangerous, witch-like creature if she wanted to! But he did not- he always saw her as a sweet, little Elfling- whom she had never been…
Artanis sighed. Why was this all so difficult? Wasn't she, Artanis, was a grownup woman? If she liked Galathil, she liked Galathil!
But did she like Galathil? Yes, she did.
He was nice, kind, and funny. What did she want more?
She did not know.
But yesterday… As Galathil had said goodnight, he had pulled her closer, and had tried to kiss her. She'd quickly turned her head, so that the kiss landed on her cheek instead of her mouth, but…
He would try again, she knew, and maybe, he was right. Artanis knew for sure that he loved her, that he truly loved her. If only she knew- was it love she felt for Galathil? Was it love that made her laugh at his jokes? Was it love that made her like being with him? Was it love, or- maybe friendship?
"Stop it!" she suddenly spoke sternly to herself. "Stop it, Artanis! How would you recognize love, you, who has never loved before?"
Maybe it was love. Maybe.
It was that thought that made her not turn away when he tried to kiss her again, that evening. She let him embrace her and softly answered his kiss, laying her arms around his neck. Still, it was not- It was pretty nice, but was this it? Was this it, this feeling of "Nice- but strange!"? Was this love?
Wasn't there- something- more?
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"Nice, Galathil is nice." Artanis said to herself. "And handsome. Yes."
But why, why then could she not…? She sighed. 'Twas three weeks after the feast- and she and Galathil were almost always together now. He looked after her like- like a brother…? That would at least explain why her brothers disliked Galathil. They were jealous. Or- not jealous. Extremely protecting and- well, possessive! Especially Finrod, as usual. He was the oldest, and she was the youngest –and a girl!- so Finrod had always been her second dad… Or- worse than a dad! He seemed to think that she still was a little girl who did not know anything about the great, big world, which was full of dangers for her! But she was not, and she knew she was not! If Finrod only wanted to understand that she could be an aggressive, dangerous, witch-like creature if she wanted to! But he did not- he always saw her as a sweet, little Elfling- whom she had never been…
Artanis sighed. Why was this all so difficult? Wasn't she, Artanis, was a grownup woman? If she liked Galathil, she liked Galathil!
But did she like Galathil? Yes, she did.
He was nice, kind, and funny. What did she want more?
She did not know.
But yesterday… As Galathil had said goodnight, he had pulled her closer, and had tried to kiss her. She'd quickly turned her head, so that the kiss landed on her cheek instead of her mouth, but…
He would try again, she knew, and maybe, he was right. Artanis knew for sure that he loved her, that he truly loved her. If only she knew- was it love she felt for Galathil? Was it love that made her laugh at his jokes? Was it love that made her like being with him? Was it love, or- maybe friendship?
"Stop it!" she suddenly spoke sternly to herself. "Stop it, Artanis! How would you recognize love, you, who has never loved before?"
Maybe it was love. Maybe.
It was that thought that made her not turn away when he tried to kiss her again, that evening. She let him embrace her and softly answered his kiss, laying her arms around his neck. Still, it was not- It was pretty nice, but was this it? Was this it, this feeling of "Nice- but strange!"? Was this love?
Wasn't there- something- more?
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