DISCLAIMER: I do not own The Lord of the Rings; it is owned by Tolkien
Enterprises.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Yes, I have read The Lord of the Rings, and yes, I know some of the stuff I put in my stories is incorrect. This is FAN fiction! I am a fan, and this is my fiction. So, please do not review with everything that is incorrect!
Two
Aragorn greeted Arwen and Galalaea in a hallway. "Welcome back." He looked at Galalaea. "And who is this?"
Arwen sighed. "This is my aunt, Galalaea."
Aragorn's eyes widened in surprise. "Your AUNT?" He asked quietly.
Galalaea tapped her foot impatiently. "I-"
Quick footsteps interrupted her. A girl about fifteen (the mortal equivalent of Galalaea's age) came up behind Aragorn.
Mommy, daddy," the girl said, nodding to Arwen and Aragorn. "And who's this?" She asked, studying Galalaea up and down.
"Perky little thing aren't you?" Galalaea muttered.
Arwen looked at her. "Arlean, Aragorn, this is Galalaea, a maiden of Lothlorien. Galalaea, this is my daughter, Arlean, and the king, Aragorn."
Galalaea's face cracked into a grin. "THE Aragorn? EOWYN'S Aragorn?"
"Too much sugar for you, young lady. Now off to bed with you!" Arlean laughed in spite of herself and the situation.
"The stewardess of Gondor, Faramir's wife?" Arwen asked, and frowned.
"Who she agreed to marry WILLINGLY?!" Arlean said, overdoing her exclamation.
"Faramir? That little-" Galalaea crinkled her nose. "If anything, Galalaea belongs with Ara-"
"O-oh-kay, now let's all go, so all the kind people can rule their country. Galalaea, would you like a tour? It costs extra for food."
"Arlean," Arwen said warningly.
"Testy, aren't you?" Arlean muttered. And with that, she pulled Galalaea down the hall.
"How much extra for food?" Galalaea asked.
Arlean shook her head. "Pathetic." She slammed Galalaea against the wall. "And never, EVER talk about Lady Eowyn like that in front of my mother!" She backed away, then flipped her hair.
Galalaea saw Arlean's ears and gasped. (Arlean was only HALF-ELF, so her ears were only HALF pointy.) "Give me your wrist," Galalaea ordered.
"No." Arlean backed up more.
"Galalaea took a step forward. "I ORDER you. I AM your great-aunt, you know." She kept advancing on Arlean.
Arlean ran, and Galalaea chased her. Then, Arlean tripped, and Galalaea sat on her. Galalaea took Arlean's wrist, and forced magic up to Arlean's ears, and made them. Well. Pointy.
That's how Arwen and Galadriel (who had come to check on Galalaea) found them: Galalaea sitting on Arlean's chest (Galalaea didn't weigh much), and Arlean looked more like an elf, with pointy ears.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Yes, I have read The Lord of the Rings, and yes, I know some of the stuff I put in my stories is incorrect. This is FAN fiction! I am a fan, and this is my fiction. So, please do not review with everything that is incorrect!
Two
Aragorn greeted Arwen and Galalaea in a hallway. "Welcome back." He looked at Galalaea. "And who is this?"
Arwen sighed. "This is my aunt, Galalaea."
Aragorn's eyes widened in surprise. "Your AUNT?" He asked quietly.
Galalaea tapped her foot impatiently. "I-"
Quick footsteps interrupted her. A girl about fifteen (the mortal equivalent of Galalaea's age) came up behind Aragorn.
Mommy, daddy," the girl said, nodding to Arwen and Aragorn. "And who's this?" She asked, studying Galalaea up and down.
"Perky little thing aren't you?" Galalaea muttered.
Arwen looked at her. "Arlean, Aragorn, this is Galalaea, a maiden of Lothlorien. Galalaea, this is my daughter, Arlean, and the king, Aragorn."
Galalaea's face cracked into a grin. "THE Aragorn? EOWYN'S Aragorn?"
"Too much sugar for you, young lady. Now off to bed with you!" Arlean laughed in spite of herself and the situation.
"The stewardess of Gondor, Faramir's wife?" Arwen asked, and frowned.
"Who she agreed to marry WILLINGLY?!" Arlean said, overdoing her exclamation.
"Faramir? That little-" Galalaea crinkled her nose. "If anything, Galalaea belongs with Ara-"
"O-oh-kay, now let's all go, so all the kind people can rule their country. Galalaea, would you like a tour? It costs extra for food."
"Arlean," Arwen said warningly.
"Testy, aren't you?" Arlean muttered. And with that, she pulled Galalaea down the hall.
"How much extra for food?" Galalaea asked.
Arlean shook her head. "Pathetic." She slammed Galalaea against the wall. "And never, EVER talk about Lady Eowyn like that in front of my mother!" She backed away, then flipped her hair.
Galalaea saw Arlean's ears and gasped. (Arlean was only HALF-ELF, so her ears were only HALF pointy.) "Give me your wrist," Galalaea ordered.
"No." Arlean backed up more.
"Galalaea took a step forward. "I ORDER you. I AM your great-aunt, you know." She kept advancing on Arlean.
Arlean ran, and Galalaea chased her. Then, Arlean tripped, and Galalaea sat on her. Galalaea took Arlean's wrist, and forced magic up to Arlean's ears, and made them. Well. Pointy.
That's how Arwen and Galadriel (who had come to check on Galalaea) found them: Galalaea sitting on Arlean's chest (Galalaea didn't weigh much), and Arlean looked more like an elf, with pointy ears.