The Twisted Life of a Marchwarden's Sister
By obliviouswanderingwarrioress
Disclaimer: Okay. So what… I don't own anything you recognize. But when I get out of my "fanfic stage" I'll write my own books! MUAHAHAHAHA!!! And then I'll get back into my "fanfic stage" and write fanfics about my own books and never write a disclaimer! And people will try to sue me but it won't work because I OWN EVERYTHING! HAHAHA!
She grudgingly climbed out of her talan, in finally what her brother considered "proper" attire to be seen by a king. Her midnight blue dress shimmered in the mid-evening light, a cold glare upon her face. Her hair was set in soft waves instead of its usual wild medusa locks.
"Haldir, come down here!" she screamed up to her brothers talan when she got there. Aragorn silently leaped down first and chuckled at her distraught face.
"You look lovely, Lady Naena," he said to her, chuckling more at her distraught face.
"Kindly shut your mouth, Estel," Naianla said innocently. She heard her brother starting to climb out the tree, muttering as he went down each step. "Honestly Haldir, if you wouldn't want the Lady and Lord to hear you mutter things of such foul tongue, why let your baby sister's innocent ears be scarred?" He grunted and pointed towards the Lady's talan and pushed Aragorn to go in the direction.
"Lady Galadriel, Lord Celeborn, we are here."
"After much pain and suffering," Celeborn laughed and Galadriel grinned.
"Naianla, you look stunning, I am sure Lord Thranduil will be impressed, not to mention Legolas," Celeborn said upon surveying the trio. He motioned for them to stand on his side as trumpets sounded under the tree. Naena tried to cover the blush that was on her face, but to no avail. Suddenly a guard walked in with two blonde haired, blue eyed elves, most obviously father and son, one smiling toward Celeborn and Galadriel, the younger one looking around in amazement. The younger one saw Aragorn standing between Haldir and Naena, and he quickly started conversing with him.
"Legolas!" he turned swiftly and moved back and bowed to Naena and Haldir.
"My Lord, and Lady, it is a great pleasure to finally meet thee, long have I dreamed of coming and seeing the woods of Lorien, but never could I imagine that they be this beautiful!" He said in a much rehearsed fashion, quite plainly he hadn't recognized the real Lord and Lady next to Haldir.
"Turn a bit more, son," Thranduil sighed. Legolas looked upon Celeborn and Galadriel, and then turned a deep crimson. Aragorn was having a (failing) attempt to contain laughter, Haldir looked a bit perturbed and amused, but quickly got into a conversation with Thranduil, and Naianla was in the corner, still trying to estimate how stupid Legolas must be to mistake her for Galadriel.
A/N: Thank you to all my reviewers, oh, and you too AZ. Please review! Review responses:
Sweetazzhoney: THANKS! I feel so loved; I actually got a good review!
TheCrazyOne: YAYSES! Someone actually liked it!
Rachel: I am going to sound really mean when I say this, but oh well. 1. If you don't like Mary Sue's, don't read them! 2. THIS IS NOT AN ELROND SECOND DAUGHTER FIC!!!! If you were reading carefully, which I doubt, you will see that Haldir is her brother. Aragorn is her friend. No relation to Elrond what so ever. I don't float that boat. 3. My friends love me, AZ is one of me best friends in the whole world, the other being CaptainO25, and they know I am horrid in grammar, that's the reason I like them, THEY DON'T CARE. The reason AZ is uploading it and checking it is because my computer doesn't save to HTML documents, hers does. Ok? You need HTML to have the quotes and such show up correctly on ff.net.
AZ: HI! I apologize for you having to deal with me "awful story" and for me grammar. Have fun in borders! Oh, for doing this, I'll buy you a nice b-day present.
Beta Note: I am CassandraTheEvil. My grammar is nowhere near perfect. But it's better than the author's. I have no problem expressing that (but she might). Rachel? Please don't pity me. None of us are perfect (I might win the medal for being the most un-perfect, which I don't think is a word), including Oblivious. We're only eleven years old. We wish we had the wonderful writing skills of JRRT and JKR, but we don't. Hopefully, we'll acquire some skills similar to theirs. We try very hard. Oblivious has a very busy schedule and I have absolutely no problem fixing her story for her… I just like to make it seem that way so she gets me a really good birthday present (can anyone say FictionAlley.org Co-ed Naked Fanficcing t-shirt?). Since Oblivious is one of my few friends, I love to help her in any way so I can make her a better author. Rachel, I apologize for my friend's behavior. She's very stubborn. Although I shouldn't be saying that… I do. And now she is going to whack me on the head with Gandalf's walking stick, but I don't care… Wow, this is a long note. Over and out. -CTE-
