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! This is a SHORT chappy, I know. I was major-domo busy, so I wrote a mini-chappy. The next chappy is coming soon!
Three
"You look like me, with that scratch on your cheek," Arwen told Galalaea as she rubbed ointment onto one of Galalaea's scratches.
"That's just jolly," Galalaea said, "As you're MORTAL!"
Galadriel stopped pacing the room.
Arlean snorted. "Do you EVEN KNOW why my mother is mortal?!"
"That's quite enough," Arwen said, quietly, blushing slightly.
"It's a story you'd like," Arlean told Galalaea, ignoring what her mother had said. "Romantic AND tragic!"
"So that's-" Galalaea began.
Seeing the look on her granddaughter's face, Galadriel said softly, "I believe the queen asked you BOTH to stop."
Arlean looked at her mother. Arwen looked as if she was about to cry. 'Mother is never like this,' Arlean thought, 'She's always so serious and solemn.' Arlean stood up and left the room.
After a glare from Galadriel, Galalaea left behind Arlean.
Once both girls were gone, Arwen ran to Galadriel and hugged her, sobbing. "Oh, grandma," she said into Galadriel's sleeve.
"Don't call me that," Galadriel told Arwen, "It makes me feel old."
Arwen withdrew her face from Galadriel's sleeve. They both laughed, and Arwen smiled through her tears in spite of herself. "Thank you, grandma."
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! This is a SHORT chappy, I know. I was major-domo busy, so I wrote a mini-chappy. The next chappy is coming soon!
Three
"You look like me, with that scratch on your cheek," Arwen told Galalaea as she rubbed ointment onto one of Galalaea's scratches.
"That's just jolly," Galalaea said, "As you're MORTAL!"
Galadriel stopped pacing the room.
Arlean snorted. "Do you EVEN KNOW why my mother is mortal?!"
"That's quite enough," Arwen said, quietly, blushing slightly.
"It's a story you'd like," Arlean told Galalaea, ignoring what her mother had said. "Romantic AND tragic!"
"So that's-" Galalaea began.
Seeing the look on her granddaughter's face, Galadriel said softly, "I believe the queen asked you BOTH to stop."
Arlean looked at her mother. Arwen looked as if she was about to cry. 'Mother is never like this,' Arlean thought, 'She's always so serious and solemn.' Arlean stood up and left the room.
After a glare from Galadriel, Galalaea left behind Arlean.
Once both girls were gone, Arwen ran to Galadriel and hugged her, sobbing. "Oh, grandma," she said into Galadriel's sleeve.
"Don't call me that," Galadriel told Arwen, "It makes me feel old."
Arwen withdrew her face from Galadriel's sleeve. They both laughed, and Arwen smiled through her tears in spite of herself. "Thank you, grandma."