Very important author's note: I have had some interesting reviews on my
story and why it wouldn't work. That is why it is a story. I am writing my
own ending to the Lord of the Rings trilogy that has nothing to do with
J.R.R. Tolkien's real ending or any of the facts he included. I am making
up my own ending- which means that in my story a) The King of the Nazgul
does not have to be killed by a woman, and b) Elves can give immortality.
Also there was a question that 'How could Harry be Isildur's heir as well as Aragorn?' Well, since Harry is from many thousand years in the future, it works out that Aragorn is Isildur's heir and Harry is Aragorn and Isildur's heir in the future. (Since heirs are passed down through the generations. If you don't get it, please notify me and I will try to make it clearer).
If you don't like the way this story is written, I am terribly sorry, but maybe this just isn't the story for you.
Thank you,
~innocentrose
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Hermione finished arranging her hair into the normal mass of curls, loops, and braids, all bedecked with jewels, and placed her circlet on the top of her head. She stepped back and surveyed the final result:
She wore the red gown Legolas had given her with the matching slippers, jeweled bracelets adorned her wrists, earring hung off of her pointed ears, and her rose necklace shimmered elegantly at her neck.
Hermione grinned and went into the front room where Harry and Ron were sitting, dressed in their usual white tunics and white breeches.
"Finally," Ron sighed, "I don't understand why girls take soooooo long to get ready."
"Maybe I should transfigure you into a girl and you'd see," Hermione furrowed her eyebrows menacingly.
Ron put his hands up in mock surrender, "How about.... not!"
Just then, there was a knock on the door and Harry opened it to admit Legolas, Alanna, and Meridelle, who all looked stunning.
"Come, we must hurry," Legolas said, simultaneously putting Hermione's rose cloak on her shoulders.
Without a further word the group made their way to an extremely large garden, where the wedding was to take place. Hermione, Meridelle, and Alanna joined Arwen's maidens as Harry, Ron, and Legolas took their places behind the groom.
Then there was a call for quiet and the music began. One by one, Arwen's maidens walked down the aisle. Hermione was the last one before Arwen herself, dressed in a magnificent white gown, walked slowly down the aisle on Elrond's arm.
The wedding ceremony went beautifully, from Arwen walking up the aisle to Aragorn kissing Arwen and everyone clapping.
Then everyone made their way to the Great Hall for the celebration. The evening passed in a whirl of dancing, meeting all types of being from Elves to Hobbits, eating, and toasts.
The night was drawing to a close when Legolas took Hermione's hand and led her silently out a side door. It led to a tiny courtyard Hermione had never known existed. There was only one stone bench, covered with plush cushions, facing the forests and mountains beyond Minas Tirith. The whole courtyard was bathed in a soft moonlight.
Legolas sat on the bench, Hermione following suit.
"Hermione," Legolas began, "you have brought more joy into my world than I have ever known. I don't even know if I am worthy enough to have you. You made every day more special, and I thank you for that."
Hermione smiled, she was unsure where this was going.
"You are the most perfect being I have ever met. You are caring, intelligent, sweet, confident, gorgeous, and give so much to the world. I, on the other hand, am very selfish. I want to keep these qualities and the person who possesses them to myself."
In one fluid motion, Legolas sank off of the bench and onto one knee. He pulled a small scarlet box from his tunic.
In a voice full of love and joy, Legolas asked, "Hermione, will you marry me?" At the same time, he pulled the box open to reveal a stunning silver ring. It had a small rose made of rubies and emeralds in the center, and diamonds spaced evenly around the band. Flowing Elven engravings surrounded the jewels.
Hermione gasped, then her eyes filled with tears as she smiled, "Yes."
Legolas removed the ring from its velvet box and gently slid it onto Hermione's finger.
She threw her arms around his neck and sobbed into his shoulder.
Finally, she drew back and Legolas helped her to her feet.
"Now, when we go back inside," he said jokingly, "try and look happy."
Hermione realized her eyes were red from crying and her face was tearstained and she looked like she was incredibly, terribly sad.
"I'll try as hard as I can," she retorted. Grinning, she took his arm and they walked back into the Great Hall.
Also there was a question that 'How could Harry be Isildur's heir as well as Aragorn?' Well, since Harry is from many thousand years in the future, it works out that Aragorn is Isildur's heir and Harry is Aragorn and Isildur's heir in the future. (Since heirs are passed down through the generations. If you don't get it, please notify me and I will try to make it clearer).
If you don't like the way this story is written, I am terribly sorry, but maybe this just isn't the story for you.
Thank you,
~innocentrose
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Hermione finished arranging her hair into the normal mass of curls, loops, and braids, all bedecked with jewels, and placed her circlet on the top of her head. She stepped back and surveyed the final result:
She wore the red gown Legolas had given her with the matching slippers, jeweled bracelets adorned her wrists, earring hung off of her pointed ears, and her rose necklace shimmered elegantly at her neck.
Hermione grinned and went into the front room where Harry and Ron were sitting, dressed in their usual white tunics and white breeches.
"Finally," Ron sighed, "I don't understand why girls take soooooo long to get ready."
"Maybe I should transfigure you into a girl and you'd see," Hermione furrowed her eyebrows menacingly.
Ron put his hands up in mock surrender, "How about.... not!"
Just then, there was a knock on the door and Harry opened it to admit Legolas, Alanna, and Meridelle, who all looked stunning.
"Come, we must hurry," Legolas said, simultaneously putting Hermione's rose cloak on her shoulders.
Without a further word the group made their way to an extremely large garden, where the wedding was to take place. Hermione, Meridelle, and Alanna joined Arwen's maidens as Harry, Ron, and Legolas took their places behind the groom.
Then there was a call for quiet and the music began. One by one, Arwen's maidens walked down the aisle. Hermione was the last one before Arwen herself, dressed in a magnificent white gown, walked slowly down the aisle on Elrond's arm.
The wedding ceremony went beautifully, from Arwen walking up the aisle to Aragorn kissing Arwen and everyone clapping.
Then everyone made their way to the Great Hall for the celebration. The evening passed in a whirl of dancing, meeting all types of being from Elves to Hobbits, eating, and toasts.
The night was drawing to a close when Legolas took Hermione's hand and led her silently out a side door. It led to a tiny courtyard Hermione had never known existed. There was only one stone bench, covered with plush cushions, facing the forests and mountains beyond Minas Tirith. The whole courtyard was bathed in a soft moonlight.
Legolas sat on the bench, Hermione following suit.
"Hermione," Legolas began, "you have brought more joy into my world than I have ever known. I don't even know if I am worthy enough to have you. You made every day more special, and I thank you for that."
Hermione smiled, she was unsure where this was going.
"You are the most perfect being I have ever met. You are caring, intelligent, sweet, confident, gorgeous, and give so much to the world. I, on the other hand, am very selfish. I want to keep these qualities and the person who possesses them to myself."
In one fluid motion, Legolas sank off of the bench and onto one knee. He pulled a small scarlet box from his tunic.
In a voice full of love and joy, Legolas asked, "Hermione, will you marry me?" At the same time, he pulled the box open to reveal a stunning silver ring. It had a small rose made of rubies and emeralds in the center, and diamonds spaced evenly around the band. Flowing Elven engravings surrounded the jewels.
Hermione gasped, then her eyes filled with tears as she smiled, "Yes."
Legolas removed the ring from its velvet box and gently slid it onto Hermione's finger.
She threw her arms around his neck and sobbed into his shoulder.
Finally, she drew back and Legolas helped her to her feet.
"Now, when we go back inside," he said jokingly, "try and look happy."
Hermione realized her eyes were red from crying and her face was tearstained and she looked like she was incredibly, terribly sad.
"I'll try as hard as I can," she retorted. Grinning, she took his arm and they walked back into the Great Hall.