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A/N: Wow, I posted this chapter, and an hour and a half went by and I had like, 7 reviews already, lol. Ne way, thx to…
Countess Katook: ok, thx, good suggestion, I liked it so I fixed that part. Lol, I was so freaked when Gimli came in, I had the same reaction as you, lol! Yes, gaily is a word. It's another term for 'happily'. Yes, Aragorn was such a hypocrite, lol. Very low of Gwyn, yes, I agree. Hehee I'm evil. You'll find out what the book is in this chap. No I haven't seen 50 First Dates… o well. Ne way, yes I'm very happy hehe.
Arwennicole: yes, I know, why? Why? Lolz. Your welcome for the review
sunni07: lol, Aragorn might change his mind, hehe.
Magicgirl810: lol, yes I know, how dare i? lolz.
Lunawolf: yes, lol, she's definitely ticked. The book is somewhat important… I nearly cried at the wedding and valinor.
myri: hehe…I'm evil. Big twist, huh?
Insane Elven Rock Baby: yes, I'm going to be doing a sequel. Well, not really, cuz it's all gonna be under this title.
uh: huh?
nic: thx! Hmmmm you MAY see it…but I'm not sure when….hehehe
Lady Luthien: thank ya! I considered ending the chapter there, but I just felt that it wasn't long enough. Hehe I like those wounded heroic scenes, too, so don't worry.
legolover: hmm…I believe she can yell
PippinsSweetDiamond: yup, she's got nerve. No, no, no, NEVER make Krystyna Mariella Rosemaryann Black mad….:runs in fear:
Dimonah Tralon: I know…but hehe…
sunni07: thx! He MIGHT change his mind, I can't guarantee it…
A/N: okay, that argument that Gwyn and Aragorn had was not written by me. Well, it sort of was, but I had help with it. my friend Cassandra helped with it cuz she's comeback queen, lol. I told her what I wanted to have happen and she wrote something for me… Ne way, the happenings in this chapter (between Gwyn/Aragorn) was branched off an idea given to me by sweetazzhoney. Thx grl!
Aragorn walked over to the book, which was a royal blue. He picked it up and opened it to the first page. It read:
October 18 (18 years old)
Though Father has not given me a diary for my birthday for several years, I am going to record my thoughts so that one day, if that day ever comes, he can see how much hurt I have felt. But also so that he knows what I have been doing, for he is either never here to see or is not interested. So here I will begin:
Today is my eighteenth birthday…it was one of the days of my life that I will never forget. Today I fell deeply in love with Prince Legolas from Mirkwood…and the best part is, the feelings are returned. This evening, in my special clearing, he gave me my first kiss. It felt so right, and we feel that we are destined to be together, but I cannot tell Father yet. I do not think he would approve of the match. I must wait until the right moment.
Aragorn turned the page and read:
October 25 (18 years old)
Legolas and I have shared several sunrises together, but the sunrise this morning was the most precious. This morning, Legolas proposed to me. The ring is beautiful, so delicate. The band of the ring is silver, and an intricate leaf design was crafted onto it. The stone is the exact color of my eyes: just a bit paler than sapphire. I must place it on a chain and wear it about my neck, where it is hidden under the neckline of my dress, for if Father sees it, our secret will be open, and I know he will be angry.
The Council of Elrond was held today, and the hobbit called Frodo has taken upon himself the burden of the One Ring. A fellowship of ten was formed. Frodo was, of course, the first to join. With him will go the other three hobbits, Sam, Merry, and Pippin; Legolas; the dwarf Gimli; the wizard Gandalf; my father; another man, Boromir; and myself.
I know that Father does not approve of my decision, but his disapproval will not change my mind.
When I was packing, Father surprised me greatly. He told me that though he does not approve of my decision to join the Fellowship he will protect me should any harm come my way.
The Company sets out tomorrow morning.
January 8 (18 years old)
Several weeks we have traveled. This afternoon we reached Hollin. Father attempted to teach me to swordfight, but I've known how since I turned eight.
January 14 (18 years old)
Our first night in Moria. I am on first watch and am trying desperately to keep conscious. Two orcs came through and shot an arrow into the darkness to check for stray travelers. I had the misfortune to be hit by this arrow. I have wrapped my wound discretely and am determined not to let anyone see, for they will think that I am weak. I know the consequences of this, but my wall of pride cannot and will not be torn down.
Sometimes I wonder if my pride is the sole reason for the awkward relationship between my father and myself. But then I think, it has to be something more. Perhaps it is not only my pride, but his as well. Of course, I know that my temper must have something to do with it—a very big part.
But now I ramble. It is difficult to write, for I have no source of light, only the fortune that my eyes have adapted to the darkness that surrounds me. My eyes tire, so I must lay down this journal and try my hardest to stay awake.
January 18 (18 years old)
Oh, how I utterly LOATH my father! This morning, when I woke in Lothlorien, my wound healed, he acted as though I was just 'another member of the Fellowship', and not a daughter whom he loved. I am absolutely disgusted with that man! My feeling of hate this morning was so passionate that I actually said those three words that any good and loving parent wished that they never hear from their child: I hate you. My father hardly seemed effected by it, though, which only increased my hate. And then, the fool had enough audacity to take back his oath of protection! I, of course, was in no mood to beg and plead with him, and freely let him take it. But I fear now that I acted a little rashly, for no matter how much I hate him, I still cherish his protection.
I am now going for a walk in the woods to calm myself. I dearly would like to see Legolas as well, and it has been many, many weeks since our last kiss…
Same night
In my fury earlier, I forgot to mention the death of Gandalf, who fell while battling the Balrog of Morgoth. The Fellowship is struck hard with this happening, yet we must keeping moving on; however, we shall not forget him.
On a happier note, Legolas and I were able to share a time together this evening in the woods. Yet it was a very awkward moment when Boromir happened to stumble upon us. Luckily, he swore to speak of our meeting to no one, especially Father. Despite his actions at the Council, I believe that he is an honorable man, and will keep his word…
It was not the end of the entry, but Aragorn could read no more. He slammed the book shut and grasped it tightly. He drew several sharp breaths and slammed the diary on his desk. Did everyone but he know about the romance between his daughter and Legolas? And why had Gwyn felt that she needed to keep it from him? Did she really think that she was going to get a negative reaction? 'Well, she was right, wasn't she?' a voice in the back of Aragorn's head taunted. 'Yes, she was right,' he admitted bitterly to himself.
But his actions were justified. Any father would be suspicious of a romance between his eighteen year old daughter and an elf that was nearly three thousand years old. No matter how good of a friend Legolas was, Aragorn couldn't help but think that Legolas wanted something from her…it was a father's natural concern.
He had to do something. Gwyn wasn't one to listen to orders. He knew that she would leave as quickly as possible and ride to Mirkwood. He had to keep her somewhere while he thought Legolas' intentions over, and perhaps after a while let them meet while he secretly monitored them. Lothlorien was the perfect place; he would explain his plan to Galadriel and she would make sure that Gwyn did not leave the forest.
Quickly, Aragorn swung open his door and searched for Gwyn. He ran to her room where he found her putting together a travel bag. 'What do you want?' she snapped.
'Gwyn,' Aragorn responded, 'I know what you're going to do, but I can't let you.'
'I've already told you, Aragorn,' Gwyn said coldly, 'my place is with those whom I love. You cannot stop me.'
Calmly, Aragorn grabbed her wrists and pinned them behind her back. 'I can stop you,' he said quietly, 'and I will.'
Tears rose in Gwyn's eyes. 'Why are you doing this?' she asked, her voice angry and cracking.
'You will know in time,' he told her, leading her out of the room and to the stables. As he saddled his horse one-handed (his other hand holding his daughter's wrists), Gwyn's eyes flashed with bitterness and abhorrence. 'I hate you,' she stated, her voice barely above a whisper. 'And I'll never forgive you for this.'
Aragorn paid no attention to her and mounted the horse, pulling Gwyn up with him. 'Where are we going?' she inquired softly.
'A place that will be safe for you,' he answered.
A/N:sigh: so evil, yes I know. :breathes in deeply: ne way, hope ya'll enjoyed that…plz review!