Author's note: Hello! Chapter four is promising to be a very angsty one, so
get your tissue boxes out folks! It only goes down hill from here!! Oh!
Just to let everyone know, Merry and I are putting up a new fanfic (Harry
Potter) soon, and are hoping to begin another ( we write out all our
fanfics before they ever see the computer [We're already up to chapter
twenty on this one...]) that is humorous, and not full of angst. Well,
maybe a little angst...
Disclaimer: Nope, none of the characters that you recognize are ours...
Thank you's:
Rachel13: You can blame the delay for this chapter on your damn gorillas...
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Legolas pushed his way through the crowd to the front of the room, looking for Elnrod. He would not have bothered except for the fact that as he had sat peacefully in his quiet corner, he saw Aragorn coming up and then Meruil stop him, bow down to him... He let out a frustrated growl; he wanted answers. *Like whom the idiot was that said royalty couldn't marry those of a lower class...*
Suddenly someone grabbed his arm. He jumped and twirled around to see his father, smiling at him.
"Legolas, it is time."
Legolas blanched. He had been dreading this moment all night.
His father seemed to not have noticed though, for he simply said "Come." and began to pull him through the crowd.
Legolas followed Thranduil up to the large open dais and stood next to Aragorn. His eyes nervously swept the crowd, all of whose eyes were on him. He paled even more, his nerves getting the better of him; he was on the edge of a breakdown. He felt Aragorn put a steadying hand on his shoulder. He looked back into the crowd and saw Meruil...
"The Lords have chosen!" announced Elnrod loudly, silencing the crowd with a wave of his hand...
She was standing alone, her arms wrapped around her slim frame...
"The wife and life long companion of the Lord Legolas of Mirkwood shall be..."
She smiled at him sadly and turned her back to him, walking out of the hall, her hair glistening in the moonlight...
"Lady Dimhenwen of Lothlorien!" The crowd around him cheered as they pushed a young elf with long blonde hair and gray eyes, a stark contrast to his beloved, up onto the dais with him. She smiled shyly at him.
He took her hands in his and faked a smile, his heart breaking.
"I accept you as my bride, my wife, and my queen," he said, the age-old answer sliding from his mouth with feigned ease. The girl blushed. Legolas bent down and kissed her while the crowd cheered.
His already broken heart shattered.
Hope you enjoyed the chapter. I know its short, but it tells a lot. I nearly made Merry cry when she read it. I am evil... MWAHAHAHAHAHAAHA!!!!!
Disclaimer: Nope, none of the characters that you recognize are ours...
Thank you's:
Rachel13: You can blame the delay for this chapter on your damn gorillas...
~~~~~~~~~
Legolas pushed his way through the crowd to the front of the room, looking for Elnrod. He would not have bothered except for the fact that as he had sat peacefully in his quiet corner, he saw Aragorn coming up and then Meruil stop him, bow down to him... He let out a frustrated growl; he wanted answers. *Like whom the idiot was that said royalty couldn't marry those of a lower class...*
Suddenly someone grabbed his arm. He jumped and twirled around to see his father, smiling at him.
"Legolas, it is time."
Legolas blanched. He had been dreading this moment all night.
His father seemed to not have noticed though, for he simply said "Come." and began to pull him through the crowd.
Legolas followed Thranduil up to the large open dais and stood next to Aragorn. His eyes nervously swept the crowd, all of whose eyes were on him. He paled even more, his nerves getting the better of him; he was on the edge of a breakdown. He felt Aragorn put a steadying hand on his shoulder. He looked back into the crowd and saw Meruil...
"The Lords have chosen!" announced Elnrod loudly, silencing the crowd with a wave of his hand...
She was standing alone, her arms wrapped around her slim frame...
"The wife and life long companion of the Lord Legolas of Mirkwood shall be..."
She smiled at him sadly and turned her back to him, walking out of the hall, her hair glistening in the moonlight...
"Lady Dimhenwen of Lothlorien!" The crowd around him cheered as they pushed a young elf with long blonde hair and gray eyes, a stark contrast to his beloved, up onto the dais with him. She smiled shyly at him.
He took her hands in his and faked a smile, his heart breaking.
"I accept you as my bride, my wife, and my queen," he said, the age-old answer sliding from his mouth with feigned ease. The girl blushed. Legolas bent down and kissed her while the crowd cheered.
His already broken heart shattered.
Hope you enjoyed the chapter. I know its short, but it tells a lot. I nearly made Merry cry when she read it. I am evil... MWAHAHAHAHAHAAHA!!!!!
