Authors note: Hi everyone! Chapter two of our story is now up!! I just
wanted to apologize for all the mistakes and weird stuff that was going on
with chapter one. I (Pippin) am slightly dyslexic and the letters on my
keyboard like to try and change places on me. This is all Merry's writing;
all I am to do is type it up and post it so you all can read it! Well I
hope you enjoy. ^-^
Disclaimer: None of these characters are mine or Merry's except Sanleihe, Meruil and Legolas's brother. I think there is an Elvin lord who is ours as well. I bet Tolkien is rolling in his grave.
Thank You To:
Wowwiz8121: Thank you so much!!
Perigrin and Meriadoc: MERRY BRANDYBUCK!!! DO NOT START TRYING TO FLAME YOUR OWN STORY YOU DOLT!
Sorry about that. Merry gets on my nerves sometimes ^^;; Anyways! On with the story!!
Chapter Two
Eowyn smiled at Sanleihe encouragingly. She stood shivering outside the great Hall of the Valar, where Aragorn's best friend's bride was going to be announced. The King {Aragorn} had invited the steward and his family to come along, so naturally, they had. Faramir, Eowyn, and Sanleihe (Eowyn's best friend and second cousin from Rohan) had all come with the king and queen, while Gimli son of Gloin supervised the temporary stewards. "Come." Said Eowyn. 'The Great Hall of the Valar is supposed to look absolutely beautiful at these kind of ceremonies!"
Sanleihe had never been to any kind of grand hall or place of the elves before and she was terrified. She hid behind Eowyn as they walked into the beautiful room, bright in contrast with the dark outside, and it was crowded. Sanleihe scanned the room quickly and saw that tables and chairs surrounded the entire place, as well as the middle area of the room. This space was all very crowded with men and elves. The front of the room however, had very few people in it. There was also a large open rostrum in the back of the room, and in front of that was a large dance floor. The musicians were tucked away in a corner, playing lively music. She quaked at the sight of so many people, most of which were elves. She had never been with so many people in the same room in her whole life. Eowyn half dragged her terrified friend to a table near the middle of the room.
Sanleihe felt very plain in the grand hall filled with both men and women wearing elaborate outfits in bright colors. She looked down at her plain white and brown dress. It was considered finery for a woman from Rohan, but here, she wasn't so sure.
"Eowyn, I don't belong here. Please let me go." She pleaded. She couldn't even remember why she had let Eowyn bring her in the first place.
"Oh come on! Don't leave me by myself." Eowyn smiled at her again, then pointed to a person behind her. "Look there's Aragorn. Let us go talk to him!" She pushed Sanleihe through the crowds towards him. He turned around and saw Eowyn pushing Sanleihe and smiled.
"Eowyn! I have not seen you since you returned from Rohan all those months ago!" he said laughing as he embraced her. He then turned to Sanleihe. "And who is this?"
"This is my friend from Rohan, Sanleihe," said Eowyn smiling even more than before. "She's not used to these kind of ceremonies. She feels a bit awkward." Aragorn smiled understandingly at her. Then he extended his hand towards her.
"Come. I shall give you the grand tour."
"I do not wish to leave my friend alone, sir." She whispered not looking at him.
"Aragorn! Sanleihe! Eowyn!" said Faramir, coming up behind them. "How are you all?" "Faramir!" said Eowyn delightedly, embracing him.
"Care to dance?" said Faramir. Eowyn nodded and smiled again at Sanleihe as she was lead off to the dance floor.
"Come," said Aragorn taking Sanleihe's hand. "We can look for Meruil."
"Who is she My Lord?"
"She is an elf whom I am supposed to be keeping away from the Lord Legolas, who is the guest of honor, by order of Lord Elnrod. I seem to have lost her." he said smiling again.
They wove in and out of the crowd, Aragorn keeping a running commentary on all the people who were supposed to be of any interest or importance. Somehow with the lazy way Aragorn would tell her all about an important advisor, almost as if he found them all boring (which he later told her he did.) She quickly lost her shyness and was soon laughing with Aragorn as he made fun of all Elnrod's weird little quirks. Suddenly Aragorn sighed.
"I can't seem to find Meruil and I've already finished giving you the entire tour... Care to dance?" Sanleihe was a bit shocked that he asked, but as she no longer was feeling so uncomfortable, she slightly curtsied.
"I would be honored Lord Aragorn, although I must warn you, I'm not very good at it."
Aragorn laughed as he pulled her to the dance floor. "Neither am I, and please, I'm Aragorn....just Aragorn."
the musicians began a lively tune with a quick paced rhythm and Aragorn pulled Sanleihe close, both of them trying to keep up with the beat. They flew across the dance floor together, neither of them faltering. Sanleihe found that she did not falter under Aragorn's steady guide.
"I thought you said you could not dance." Aragorn said, just loud enough for her to hear.
"Ah," she said slyly back, smiling, "But you told me you couldn't either."
To her everlasting disappointment, the song ended quickly, and the next thing she knew, Aragorn was leading her away from the dance floor. After they had regained their breath he began to dismiss himself, for the Elvish royals had spotted him, and were calling him over. Sanleihe quickly offered to go with him, before he could leave her alone, stranded and lost.
"Are you sure? It is very, well, boring. All they do I talk about politics and what this or that Lord is doing..." Aragorn sighed. The thought of having to be "King" and go be sociable with all the Lords and advisors.
"I'll endure it, at least until I find Eowyn. Please don't leave me alone." she said, almost pitifully.
Aragorn laughed, Sanleihe, well; he was quite taken with her. She didn't act as if he was the King at all; it was nice to finally have a lady other than Arwen treat him as if he was normal, he had forgotten how women really acted around men. He nodded, offering his arm to her. "I would be honored to be accompanied by such a lovely lady."
Sanleihe blushed as she took his arm. Suddenly, realization hit her. This was the High King of Men, Foster son to Lord Elnrod of Rivendale, and husband to the Lady Arwen. She was now embarrassed of the way she had acted, she had most definitely forgot her place. But Lord Aragorn didn't seem to mind...He really did seem to like her. She fidgeted a little, nervously twirling her hair with her free hand.
She reflected on how she looked tonight. She had straight, light brown hair that barley reached past her shoulders, pale skin, despite constant time in the sun, and hazel green eyes. Sanleihe hated her eyes, they were not hazel and they were not green, it was a mixture of both colors that made it hard to say exactly what color they were. They weren't one, beautiful color, like so many of the, as she noticed, flawlessly beautiful ladies around her.
"This is Eottheain, the Chancellor of Lorithien." Aragorn whispered in her ear. Sanleihe was jolted out of her thoughts and smiled graciously at the Chancellor. The pompous elf began to nag Aragorn about the condition of some trade route, and went on for quite some time before Aragorn was finally able o move on, Sanleihe still at his side.
"Sorry," Aragorn said in undertones, "I know he's a bit, well, stuck up, but it's better to be polite and stay on his good side."
"Stuck up?" Sanleihe asked. "I would have used far stronger words, but those work." Aragorn laughed, making Sanleihe smile. *At least I can make him laugh...*
Several Chancellors, advisors, and Lords later, Aragorn was getting sick of his duties, and asked Sanleihe if she would walk around the veranda with him. Sanleihe suspected that he had only asked because he felt guilty about leaving her here alone, but she did not mind, and accepted his invitation.
They went outside. It was peaceful and quiet. They walked around the huge veranda slowly, for a while, silent. Then, to her surprise, Aragorn began to question her about her life, her travels, and how long she would be staying. The conversation turned to Aragorn's past, and soon he was animatedly talking about his adventures during the war that ended he Third Age.
They laughed for a few moments, and then lapsed into silence. They rounded a corner, and stopped dead. There were two silhouettes, a woman and man, and they were only separated by a few inches their hands clasped. The woman was obviously crying. The man let go of her hands and embraced her tightly, stroking her hair, then lifted her face and kissed her...
Sanleihe averted her eyes embarrassedly, and looked at Aragorn who had narrowed his eyes.
"So... that is where she went..." He said under his breath. Then he straightened up and called out, "Legolas!"
The man sprang away from the woman, stepping into the light that from the hall, and Sanleihe saw that he was a magnificent looking elf, and the one behind him was also an elf, which was just as beautiful. It was obvious that he was not sure who was confronting him. The elf called Legolas saw it w Aragorn, and his face fell.
Aragorn walked up to Legolas and put a hand on his shoulder, his eyes full of pity, and rage at the same time. "Come Legolas."
"Yes Aragorn..." said Legolas stiffly. Aragorn moved away guiding Legolas beside him, back inside the hall.
Sanleihe watched them go, fidgeting nervously. She glanced sideways at the woman, whom she had guessed by now was Meruil, and muttered, "I'll go now." she got to the doorway, but paused. She didn't want to stay out here, but she didn't want to back inside to be with all the unfamiliar people either.
"I'll go with you," said a soft, fluid voice behind her. She jumped. She turned around and saw Meruil looking at her. She decided it would be better to go with company, so she agreed.
"Alright, I need to find Lady Eowyn anyway..."
Well, that's it for chapter two! Hope you all enjoyed it! Please review... We live for reviews... ^-^
Disclaimer: None of these characters are mine or Merry's except Sanleihe, Meruil and Legolas's brother. I think there is an Elvin lord who is ours as well. I bet Tolkien is rolling in his grave.
Thank You To:
Wowwiz8121: Thank you so much!!
Perigrin and Meriadoc: MERRY BRANDYBUCK!!! DO NOT START TRYING TO FLAME YOUR OWN STORY YOU DOLT!
Sorry about that. Merry gets on my nerves sometimes ^^;; Anyways! On with the story!!
Chapter Two
Eowyn smiled at Sanleihe encouragingly. She stood shivering outside the great Hall of the Valar, where Aragorn's best friend's bride was going to be announced. The King {Aragorn} had invited the steward and his family to come along, so naturally, they had. Faramir, Eowyn, and Sanleihe (Eowyn's best friend and second cousin from Rohan) had all come with the king and queen, while Gimli son of Gloin supervised the temporary stewards. "Come." Said Eowyn. 'The Great Hall of the Valar is supposed to look absolutely beautiful at these kind of ceremonies!"
Sanleihe had never been to any kind of grand hall or place of the elves before and she was terrified. She hid behind Eowyn as they walked into the beautiful room, bright in contrast with the dark outside, and it was crowded. Sanleihe scanned the room quickly and saw that tables and chairs surrounded the entire place, as well as the middle area of the room. This space was all very crowded with men and elves. The front of the room however, had very few people in it. There was also a large open rostrum in the back of the room, and in front of that was a large dance floor. The musicians were tucked away in a corner, playing lively music. She quaked at the sight of so many people, most of which were elves. She had never been with so many people in the same room in her whole life. Eowyn half dragged her terrified friend to a table near the middle of the room.
Sanleihe felt very plain in the grand hall filled with both men and women wearing elaborate outfits in bright colors. She looked down at her plain white and brown dress. It was considered finery for a woman from Rohan, but here, she wasn't so sure.
"Eowyn, I don't belong here. Please let me go." She pleaded. She couldn't even remember why she had let Eowyn bring her in the first place.
"Oh come on! Don't leave me by myself." Eowyn smiled at her again, then pointed to a person behind her. "Look there's Aragorn. Let us go talk to him!" She pushed Sanleihe through the crowds towards him. He turned around and saw Eowyn pushing Sanleihe and smiled.
"Eowyn! I have not seen you since you returned from Rohan all those months ago!" he said laughing as he embraced her. He then turned to Sanleihe. "And who is this?"
"This is my friend from Rohan, Sanleihe," said Eowyn smiling even more than before. "She's not used to these kind of ceremonies. She feels a bit awkward." Aragorn smiled understandingly at her. Then he extended his hand towards her.
"Come. I shall give you the grand tour."
"I do not wish to leave my friend alone, sir." She whispered not looking at him.
"Aragorn! Sanleihe! Eowyn!" said Faramir, coming up behind them. "How are you all?" "Faramir!" said Eowyn delightedly, embracing him.
"Care to dance?" said Faramir. Eowyn nodded and smiled again at Sanleihe as she was lead off to the dance floor.
"Come," said Aragorn taking Sanleihe's hand. "We can look for Meruil."
"Who is she My Lord?"
"She is an elf whom I am supposed to be keeping away from the Lord Legolas, who is the guest of honor, by order of Lord Elnrod. I seem to have lost her." he said smiling again.
They wove in and out of the crowd, Aragorn keeping a running commentary on all the people who were supposed to be of any interest or importance. Somehow with the lazy way Aragorn would tell her all about an important advisor, almost as if he found them all boring (which he later told her he did.) She quickly lost her shyness and was soon laughing with Aragorn as he made fun of all Elnrod's weird little quirks. Suddenly Aragorn sighed.
"I can't seem to find Meruil and I've already finished giving you the entire tour... Care to dance?" Sanleihe was a bit shocked that he asked, but as she no longer was feeling so uncomfortable, she slightly curtsied.
"I would be honored Lord Aragorn, although I must warn you, I'm not very good at it."
Aragorn laughed as he pulled her to the dance floor. "Neither am I, and please, I'm Aragorn....just Aragorn."
the musicians began a lively tune with a quick paced rhythm and Aragorn pulled Sanleihe close, both of them trying to keep up with the beat. They flew across the dance floor together, neither of them faltering. Sanleihe found that she did not falter under Aragorn's steady guide.
"I thought you said you could not dance." Aragorn said, just loud enough for her to hear.
"Ah," she said slyly back, smiling, "But you told me you couldn't either."
To her everlasting disappointment, the song ended quickly, and the next thing she knew, Aragorn was leading her away from the dance floor. After they had regained their breath he began to dismiss himself, for the Elvish royals had spotted him, and were calling him over. Sanleihe quickly offered to go with him, before he could leave her alone, stranded and lost.
"Are you sure? It is very, well, boring. All they do I talk about politics and what this or that Lord is doing..." Aragorn sighed. The thought of having to be "King" and go be sociable with all the Lords and advisors.
"I'll endure it, at least until I find Eowyn. Please don't leave me alone." she said, almost pitifully.
Aragorn laughed, Sanleihe, well; he was quite taken with her. She didn't act as if he was the King at all; it was nice to finally have a lady other than Arwen treat him as if he was normal, he had forgotten how women really acted around men. He nodded, offering his arm to her. "I would be honored to be accompanied by such a lovely lady."
Sanleihe blushed as she took his arm. Suddenly, realization hit her. This was the High King of Men, Foster son to Lord Elnrod of Rivendale, and husband to the Lady Arwen. She was now embarrassed of the way she had acted, she had most definitely forgot her place. But Lord Aragorn didn't seem to mind...He really did seem to like her. She fidgeted a little, nervously twirling her hair with her free hand.
She reflected on how she looked tonight. She had straight, light brown hair that barley reached past her shoulders, pale skin, despite constant time in the sun, and hazel green eyes. Sanleihe hated her eyes, they were not hazel and they were not green, it was a mixture of both colors that made it hard to say exactly what color they were. They weren't one, beautiful color, like so many of the, as she noticed, flawlessly beautiful ladies around her.
"This is Eottheain, the Chancellor of Lorithien." Aragorn whispered in her ear. Sanleihe was jolted out of her thoughts and smiled graciously at the Chancellor. The pompous elf began to nag Aragorn about the condition of some trade route, and went on for quite some time before Aragorn was finally able o move on, Sanleihe still at his side.
"Sorry," Aragorn said in undertones, "I know he's a bit, well, stuck up, but it's better to be polite and stay on his good side."
"Stuck up?" Sanleihe asked. "I would have used far stronger words, but those work." Aragorn laughed, making Sanleihe smile. *At least I can make him laugh...*
Several Chancellors, advisors, and Lords later, Aragorn was getting sick of his duties, and asked Sanleihe if she would walk around the veranda with him. Sanleihe suspected that he had only asked because he felt guilty about leaving her here alone, but she did not mind, and accepted his invitation.
They went outside. It was peaceful and quiet. They walked around the huge veranda slowly, for a while, silent. Then, to her surprise, Aragorn began to question her about her life, her travels, and how long she would be staying. The conversation turned to Aragorn's past, and soon he was animatedly talking about his adventures during the war that ended he Third Age.
They laughed for a few moments, and then lapsed into silence. They rounded a corner, and stopped dead. There were two silhouettes, a woman and man, and they were only separated by a few inches their hands clasped. The woman was obviously crying. The man let go of her hands and embraced her tightly, stroking her hair, then lifted her face and kissed her...
Sanleihe averted her eyes embarrassedly, and looked at Aragorn who had narrowed his eyes.
"So... that is where she went..." He said under his breath. Then he straightened up and called out, "Legolas!"
The man sprang away from the woman, stepping into the light that from the hall, and Sanleihe saw that he was a magnificent looking elf, and the one behind him was also an elf, which was just as beautiful. It was obvious that he was not sure who was confronting him. The elf called Legolas saw it w Aragorn, and his face fell.
Aragorn walked up to Legolas and put a hand on his shoulder, his eyes full of pity, and rage at the same time. "Come Legolas."
"Yes Aragorn..." said Legolas stiffly. Aragorn moved away guiding Legolas beside him, back inside the hall.
Sanleihe watched them go, fidgeting nervously. She glanced sideways at the woman, whom she had guessed by now was Meruil, and muttered, "I'll go now." she got to the doorway, but paused. She didn't want to stay out here, but she didn't want to back inside to be with all the unfamiliar people either.
"I'll go with you," said a soft, fluid voice behind her. She jumped. She turned around and saw Meruil looking at her. She decided it would be better to go with company, so she agreed.
"Alright, I need to find Lady Eowyn anyway..."
Well, that's it for chapter two! Hope you all enjoyed it! Please review... We live for reviews... ^-^
