A r w e n e l l a

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Chapter Three- Wedding & Departure

Arwen stared at her reflection in the mirror, straightening out her tiara lying on top of her raven-colored hair. After smoothing everything out, she let her hands drop down at her side. She kept staring, and suddenly a strange question popped in her head: Am I pretty? She looked at herself closely. Well, I certainly look much better than Lady Uggalflaed, and left it at that. She made sure her dress was the way it should be, wrinkle free and such. She had chosen a dark blue gown to match the color of her eyes. It was quite plain, with a bit of silver floral embroidery, compared to her stepsisters' dresses. Arwen didn't care anyway, her Father's wedding was something to mourn about to her, not something to rejoice of. She had actually considered wearing all black, from head to toe, but then her Father lectured her.

"This is a wedding for Pete's sake, Arwen, not some funeral!"

"It might as well be a funeral!"

"Go back and choose a more appropriate attire!"

Soon it was the day of the Wedding. It was quite convenient, as they were having it right on the grounds of the House of Elrond. Arwen had woken up extra early to get her clothing and refreshments preparations ready.

Many people came from all over the place attended to witness this historical ('disgusting' and 'despicable', to Arwen) event. Most of them were elves, but dwarfs came along as well, along with some Men, other close friends of Elrond, and the rest were people Arwen had met before. The environment chosen was beautiful, the aisle where the bride was supposed to dramatically walk was bordered with beautiful flowers and fragrances. Trees and plants sprouted out everywhere, the grass was blanketed with fallen blossoms of various colors. Really the whole wedding was perfect—everything except the Bride and her daughters.

Arwen took a deep breath after making touch ups on her gown, and stepped outside to where the Wedding was about to take place. She clutched the bouquet of flowers in her hands, and stepped up beside Delia and Primrose. Arwen tried to wrinkle her nose as inconspicuously as possible...the perfume scent on Delia was simply horrifying. Delia looked over at Arwen and smirked.

"I can't believe you chose that pathetic nightgown to wear at this Wedding," Delia snottily said, fluffing her fat red and white skirts along the way. Arwen clenched her teeth and did not answer, fixing her eyes straight ahead of her. "I had actually thought you would have a better sense of style than that." She touched Arwen's sleeve and cringed. "It's so plain. My goodness, it's sickening to look at." Smirking once more, she patted her extra curly hair and straightened herself up. Primrose looked behind Delia's back to observe Arwen's attire.

"It's not that bad," Primrose muttered. Delia snorted.

"What are you talking about, it's hideous."

"It's not that bad," she encouraged Arwen, then nodded her head to Delia's marshmallow-like dress. "But it doesn't match up to Delia's."

"Oh shut up, mother's coming any minute."

Silence corrupted the guests. They sat there, either staring at Elrond or staring at the sky or constantly swiveling their heads about to see if Lady Uggalflaed had come yet. One guest coughed. Arwen saw a guest who actually fell asleep in his lap.

"NEVER FEAR, UGGALFLAED IS HERE!" came a gurgle-like voice. The guests gasped and turned around, staring at the sight before them.

Arwen turned her head away, disgusted and hiding her tears. This simply wasn't right.

There was Lady Uggalflaed, who seemed to have forced herself into a dress fit for Primrose's size. It was a horrible prune color, and the skirt poofed all the way around like a bird's cage or balloon. Her chubby arms fell clumsily at her side, and her heavy stomach slightly sagged out. She wore a purple veil over her face, so her identity was still hidden. People began to fidget even more. Some became too scared to behold the sight and turned their heads away, like Arwen, flinching.

The music started. Lady Uggalflaed started the walk down the aisle, followed by two small boys picking up the trailing part of her skirt behind her. As rehearsed, Arwen began to step right after Lady Uggalflaed, but was rudely shoved the Delia, who cut her. Along came Primrose. Arwen sighed, clutched her bouquet of flowers even tighter to let her anger out other than on Delia's face, and walked directly afterwards to the beat of the music.

Lady Uggalflad stopped in front of Elrond, and Delia, Primrose, and Arwen stepped to the side. The music came to a dramatic stop. The priest stepped forward and opened a rather thick book, and cleared his throat. Elrond smiled that sickening dreamy smile, reached out, and grasped Lady Uggalflad's veil. The guests began to murmur, turning to each other and whispering. Finally they stopped and held their breaths. It was so silent you could've heard a pin drop in the distance. He lifted the veil.

The guests gasped, and began whispering to each other again. One close friend of Elrond's fainted, and Arwen felt sorry for her.

The priest closed his eyes and seemed to mutter a prayer of bracing under his breath. He cracked open an eye, and closed them again, shuddering at the unusual ugliness of this elven maiden Elrond was to marry.

"Well go on," Elrond urged the priest impatiently. "Proceed." The priest nodded, and flipped a page in his book. On he went on the traditional wedding speech, and all the while Arwen could see her Father's hand lovingly caressing Lady Uggalflaed's. She felt the tears come back again, but she hastily brushed them away.

"Stop making a fool of yourself," Delia hissed at Arwen. Arwen glared at her.

"Do you pledge to have this man as your loving husband, and love him for always and eternity, only till death parts you?" the priest asked Lady Uggalflaed.

"I do," she gurgled in high pitched voice, batting her thick eyelashes at Elrond. The priest asked the Elf-Lord the same question.

"I do," Elrond confirmed. Another woman fainted.

"Well then," the priest concluded. "You may kiss the bride!" Elrond laughed, and tried to lift up Lady Uggalflaed in order to twirl her around just like they do in the 'happily ever after' endings for stories when the Prince finally meets his perfect girl. Unfortunately, he couldn't. After a couple more pathetic grunts and groans, Elrond gave up and just kissed her. The audience clapped half-heartedly. Arwen did not clap at all.

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It was a dull, gray day. The heavy rain pattered angrily against the windows of the Palace. More and more thick clouds gathered in the sky, and more and more rain made their loud downpour.

Arwen looked out her blurry window. The horses and carriage stood outside waiting. Today was the day when Elrond would depart to make his long journey to The Shire, to aid the hobbits with the medicine they needed. Arwen drew in a shuddering breath and sighed, tears welling up in her eyes. Quietly she fetched her cloak, shrugged it on, and made her way outside.

Lady Uggalflaed, Delia, Primrose, and the servants were pressed against the walls under the shade of the porch roof, to avoid the rain. Lord Elrond looked up from fixing his clothes, and smiled as he saw his beloved Arwen come out. She returned his smile, although found it quite difficult to.

Elrond stood back up from tying his laces, and finally hooded his face. Quietly he walked to Lady Uggalflaed, and gave her a tender kiss. Then he stopped in front of Delia and Primrose, muttered a few words in elvish, and gave them both gruff hugs. Finally, he stopped in front of Arwen. She hung her head, staring at her feet, letting the tears come loose. She sniffed and rubbed her tear stained face.

"Arwen," Elrond breathed, cupping his daughter's chin in his hand, and tilting it up. She stared at her Father. "It is time for me to go. I know this is difficult for you, but you must trust your new Stepmother." He paused, caressing Arwen's face. "I will miss you, Daughter." He hugged her, and Arwen returned her embrace.

"Le melon," she whispered amidst her crying.

"Le melon. Namárië, Arwen." Gently he patted her hand, and stepped back. He tightened his cloak, stepped in the carriage, and was gone. Arwen followed his trail until her keen eyes could follow them no more.

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Sad chapter, huh- so much for humor! Haha. Please read and review, I will try to get the rest of the chapters coming as soon as possible. I'm counting on ya'll! Meggin