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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! Yay! I finally put up another long chappy!
Four
Aragorn left for the Shire the next day.
Arlean figured her mother would be busy with queenly business with her father gone, so this was her one chance to get back at Galalaea.
When Galadriel had been visiting, she'd fixed Arlean's ears back to their normal roundness, but Galalaea could always change them again.
***
Arlean had a friend, Alsel, whose father worked at the library.
"Here it is," Alsel said, pulling a hot pink, flimsy, paper folder off of the shelf, "love potions."
Arlean grinned. "Thank you, Alsel. I'll have it back soon, don't worry."
Alsel grinned back. "I pity the human you've chosen to pick on this time."
"She's an elf, not a human. She's my great-aunt, who's 'the mortal equivalent of our age.'"
"Who's gonna get the other draft?"
"Arador."
"Your brother?!"
"Oh, yeah."
***
Galalaea sighed. She wished she was home, in Lothlorien. She missed her mother and her father, and her mother's mirror.
She picked up a drink that she'd just gotten, and took a drink. She looked around her chambers, suddenly feeling sleepy. 'Didn't Arlean give me this drink?' She thought as she drifted in unconsciousness.
Arlean smiled wickedly, looking into Galalaea's room. She's always preferred the love potion that knocked a victim out before working. She then dragged Arador, her brother to Galalaea's chambers, and hid to spy on the two.
"She thinks she can pull a love potion on me," Galalaea muttered, sitting up. She looked at Arador. "Please," she said aloud, "Arador?" Galalaea shut her eyes, and sent a flow of magic into Arador to cleanse him of the potion, and then she dragged him out into the hall, stomped back to her room, slammed the door, stomped to the middle of her room, and bellowed: "ARWEN!"
All the way across the palace, Queen Arwen heard Galalaea. "Excuse me," she apologized to Alsel's mother, "I shall be right back." She ran to Galalaea's chambers. "What is it?" she asked when she got there.
"Arlean tried to give me a love potion."
Arlean squirmed in the shadows where she was hiding.
".and then dragged your son in her, and tried to give some to him, and now," Galalaea pointed to where Arlean was hiding in the shadows, "she is hiding right there!" Galalaea put on her "I'm-Only-the-Sweetest-and-Cutest- Thing-Ever" face.
"Young lady," Arwen said a little loudly, "I know you're hiding somewhere in here. Come out, and I'll consider you not having a punishment."
As soon as Arlean was out in the open, her mother said: "I've considered a punishment or not, and you have a punishment. It is: No visiting the Mirkwood elves for a month."
"A month isn't-" Galalaea interjected. "Oh, yes, but you all are MORTAL!"
Arlean looked scornfully at her mother. "But, I-"
Galalaea stuck her tongue out at Arlean, forgetting that Arwen was there. Galalaea then laughed and insulted Arlean in Quenya (which both Arwen and Arlean knew; they both also knew Sindarin). And then Galalaea finally remembered Arwen, her niece. "Oops." She whispered.
"Oh, yeah," Arwen laughed, "big time."
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! Yay! I finally put up another long chappy!
Four
Aragorn left for the Shire the next day.
Arlean figured her mother would be busy with queenly business with her father gone, so this was her one chance to get back at Galalaea.
When Galadriel had been visiting, she'd fixed Arlean's ears back to their normal roundness, but Galalaea could always change them again.
***
Arlean had a friend, Alsel, whose father worked at the library.
"Here it is," Alsel said, pulling a hot pink, flimsy, paper folder off of the shelf, "love potions."
Arlean grinned. "Thank you, Alsel. I'll have it back soon, don't worry."
Alsel grinned back. "I pity the human you've chosen to pick on this time."
"She's an elf, not a human. She's my great-aunt, who's 'the mortal equivalent of our age.'"
"Who's gonna get the other draft?"
"Arador."
"Your brother?!"
"Oh, yeah."
***
Galalaea sighed. She wished she was home, in Lothlorien. She missed her mother and her father, and her mother's mirror.
She picked up a drink that she'd just gotten, and took a drink. She looked around her chambers, suddenly feeling sleepy. 'Didn't Arlean give me this drink?' She thought as she drifted in unconsciousness.
Arlean smiled wickedly, looking into Galalaea's room. She's always preferred the love potion that knocked a victim out before working. She then dragged Arador, her brother to Galalaea's chambers, and hid to spy on the two.
"She thinks she can pull a love potion on me," Galalaea muttered, sitting up. She looked at Arador. "Please," she said aloud, "Arador?" Galalaea shut her eyes, and sent a flow of magic into Arador to cleanse him of the potion, and then she dragged him out into the hall, stomped back to her room, slammed the door, stomped to the middle of her room, and bellowed: "ARWEN!"
All the way across the palace, Queen Arwen heard Galalaea. "Excuse me," she apologized to Alsel's mother, "I shall be right back." She ran to Galalaea's chambers. "What is it?" she asked when she got there.
"Arlean tried to give me a love potion."
Arlean squirmed in the shadows where she was hiding.
".and then dragged your son in her, and tried to give some to him, and now," Galalaea pointed to where Arlean was hiding in the shadows, "she is hiding right there!" Galalaea put on her "I'm-Only-the-Sweetest-and-Cutest- Thing-Ever" face.
"Young lady," Arwen said a little loudly, "I know you're hiding somewhere in here. Come out, and I'll consider you not having a punishment."
As soon as Arlean was out in the open, her mother said: "I've considered a punishment or not, and you have a punishment. It is: No visiting the Mirkwood elves for a month."
"A month isn't-" Galalaea interjected. "Oh, yes, but you all are MORTAL!"
Arlean looked scornfully at her mother. "But, I-"
Galalaea stuck her tongue out at Arlean, forgetting that Arwen was there. Galalaea then laughed and insulted Arlean in Quenya (which both Arwen and Arlean knew; they both also knew Sindarin). And then Galalaea finally remembered Arwen, her niece. "Oops." She whispered.
"Oh, yeah," Arwen laughed, "big time."