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Summary:A little clash between father and daughter results in a little more then yelling and grounding.
Vicious Relations
The fair Elven woman paced in between the square gardens lazily on a cool spring evening. She was wearing a hunting tunic she had stolen from one of the guards and dyed black. Before she had snuck into the kitchens and stole a good amount of pasta, dried it in sticks, and was now sucking on one. Her name was Aradel, daughter of Lord Celeborn and Lady Galadriel.
Her mother had always been kind to her, letting her go out riding with her favorite horse, wonder through the forest and wear whatever she wanted. Of course that was only when her father wasn't home. Then she had no freedom, no rights, just her room. At first it had only been the grounds, then just the palace then finally she was confided in her room whenever he was home. And of course her mother never told her father, that would be disastrous and the punishments would be severe.
A deep voice from behind her yelled very loudly interrupting her thoughts. "Aradel! What in the Valar's name are you doing?! Get back in your room the instant!" Lord Celeborn, who was obviously outraged that she was in his private gardens, had walked by and noticed her lounging around whilst she was supposed to be in her room. As always.
She smiled briefly in amusement but changed it to a smug frown sort of expression. She cocked her head to one side and replied calmly, "Nah, I like it out here, I think I'll stay for a while longer."
His face turned a deep shade of red and he stepped towards her intimidatingly, though she was used to it as she got in trouble almost twice an hour for wondering the hall or something of the like.
"Go to your room right now or you will never see the light of day again!" he yelled pointing a finger up in the general direction of her Lord and Lady's treehouse set on the largest tree for miles around. Her room was the one closest to the trunk and therefor was the hardest to sneak out of.
"I said no. I'm not an elfling anymore, dad." She replied keeping her anger in check for just a little longer to get a huge blowout from him. Elvish children traditionally called their parents by their elvish names, Nanneth or Ada, and the common names were considered disrespectful.
He stared disbelieving for a moment then turned swiftly on his heel and stormed out. Aradel smirked, quite satisfied with herself and stood there for a moment or two. Just as she was about to turn and continue to wonder her father returned, this time followed by two guards.
"Seize her and take her to the dungeon." He commanded forcefully.
They hesitated unsure whether to disobey their King or harm their princess. She stood awaiting their move knowing full well that she could take them both on even unarmed.
"Sir, you are aware this is your daughter?" one of them asked uncertainly, coincidentally the one standing just out of reach of the Kings slapping hand.
"Of course I'm aware of that! I'm not blind. But apparently you are deaf I said seize her." He glared at him incriminatingly. He nodded sheepishly and both stepped forward. She swallowed the spaghetti she had been chewing earlier and readied herself.
"And, my Lord, you are aware we have no dungeons?" the second asked nervously stepping back a little.
"Of course I'm aware of that, I meant her room you imbeciles, now seize her!" he pointed his finger in her direction. She narrowed her eyes at him just before the guards attacked.
They both lunged at her at the same time but she dodged easily and leisurely. One tried to grab her arm but she took his wrist and twisted his arm until there was a painful cracking sound. He howled in pain and back up cradling his now broken arm in his other one. The second guard took advantage of her turned back and grabbed her shoulder. Quickly she grasped the unlucky hand and expertly flipped him over her head onto the hard concrete ground. He winced and lay there arching his back trying to make the sharp pain running up and down his spin and head stop. The first guard no tried to stab her in the arm with his blade but she evaded it easily and kicked it out of his hand, high into the air. A few seconds later it landed perfectly in her hand. She brandished it in front of him as thought daring him to try and attack again.
He glanced toward Celeborn. "I'm sorry sir." He whimpered bluntly backing away and bowing to both members of the royal family.
She smirked and stuck the tip of blade into a crack in the cement tiles to lean on with one elbow. Celeborn looked ready to explode on many different levels and magnitudes. His face was beet red, his eyes were wider than the full moon on a clear night, and a vain was popping out of his neck making him look like a lunatic. Galadriel and a few of the maids, hearing the immense commotion, had come to the entrance of the garden and watched the last bit of the fight.
"Fine go, turn around and just go into the forest and never come back. Go ahead you have my permission, as long as you never come back." He hissed waving his hands in surrender.
"Why thank you father dearest. You've finally done something good for me." The rebellious female elf said scornfully, rubbing her sweet victory in his face. She turned quickly and started to walk slowly and mockingly east towards the forest.
Before Aradel could do anything she was hit by the blunt end of one of the guard's swords, right in the little soft spot just next to her spinal cord, causing her to fall to the grounds unconscious.
"Now get her, put her in her room and lock the door. Make sure there is nothing in the room that she could use to escape." He said calmly to the one guard still on his feet. He gently pulled her up by the arms and dragged her roughly to the room and did as his Lord had instructed. It was sad because he really liked that girl but she had been locked in her room for years now. She snuck out at ever opportunity of course and sparing no one of her great fighting skills.
Back down in the gardens Galadriel was now approaching her husband carefully. "That really wasn't necessary." She told him disapprovingly.
"I know it wasn't but that was her choice. She could have made it easier and just gone to her room, or better yet not snuck out at all and respected my wishes. But no! She insists on making life difficult." He replied turning to her and his face loosing it's reddened colour quickly.
"You've made it harder on her, she has no choice but to rebel. In the past three hundred years you have changed so much. She just wants her father back, not that insane guard treating her like an animal that shouldn't be let out. You don't let her see any friends or any Elves at all, she sees no one but who she sees in her dreams. That room must be starting to feel very small. It must have started looking small in the first two hours and you expect her to stay there the rest of her life? That's unreasonable. What happened to Celebrian was not her fault, nor yours, you don't need to protect her like this." She said slowly and clearly so that he would hear ever word and realize it's importance.
"She is a wild animal and if she isn't kept who knows what trouble she might get herself into? I have no doubt she would put countless others in danger. Not to mention herself." He replied quickly and defensively.
"You may think that by locking her in her room you'll only have to deal with the loss of one daughter gone on to another world, better than this. In truth, you keep her like this and you will have to deal with that and one daughter who hates you beyond hate and that is ten times worse for any parent. Do something now." She said softly, lightly touching his face for comfort.
He pulled away viscously and stepped back. "I keep telling you she's dangerous. And she won't hate me one day she'll think I'm the best Ada in all of middle earth and she will hate herself for being like that. One day she will realize that all this is preparing her for the real world."
She stepped away from his dreamy, psychotic face. "You keep treating her like this and you will have to face the real world alone. I love my daughter and will protect her and see her even if it means leaving you." She turned and left her white dress billowing behind her.
He just stood and stared. She didn't mean it right? She couldn't mean it. How could she leave him for that stupid, ignorant, little brat? He shook it off and walked into the house for a very uncomfortable dinner. In the morning he had forgotten about everything and awoke as cheery as he got. Which wasn't very cheery at all.
The End
Authors Note:Ok so this is part of a series so not all of it will make sense. In fact this isn't even the first one but next week. I am posting weekly just to let u kno.I like reviewshint hint Aradel is really old, ok, older then most elves and probably older then her father but that will be explained later. plz review.
Summary:A little clash between father and daughter results in a little more then yelling and grounding.
Vicious Relations
The fair Elven woman paced in between the square gardens lazily on a cool spring evening. She was wearing a hunting tunic she had stolen from one of the guards and dyed black. Before she had snuck into the kitchens and stole a good amount of pasta, dried it in sticks, and was now sucking on one. Her name was Aradel, daughter of Lord Celeborn and Lady Galadriel.
Her mother had always been kind to her, letting her go out riding with her favorite horse, wonder through the forest and wear whatever she wanted. Of course that was only when her father wasn't home. Then she had no freedom, no rights, just her room. At first it had only been the grounds, then just the palace then finally she was confided in her room whenever he was home. And of course her mother never told her father, that would be disastrous and the punishments would be severe.
A deep voice from behind her yelled very loudly interrupting her thoughts. "Aradel! What in the Valar's name are you doing?! Get back in your room the instant!" Lord Celeborn, who was obviously outraged that she was in his private gardens, had walked by and noticed her lounging around whilst she was supposed to be in her room. As always.
She smiled briefly in amusement but changed it to a smug frown sort of expression. She cocked her head to one side and replied calmly, "Nah, I like it out here, I think I'll stay for a while longer."
His face turned a deep shade of red and he stepped towards her intimidatingly, though she was used to it as she got in trouble almost twice an hour for wondering the hall or something of the like.
"Go to your room right now or you will never see the light of day again!" he yelled pointing a finger up in the general direction of her Lord and Lady's treehouse set on the largest tree for miles around. Her room was the one closest to the trunk and therefor was the hardest to sneak out of.
"I said no. I'm not an elfling anymore, dad." She replied keeping her anger in check for just a little longer to get a huge blowout from him. Elvish children traditionally called their parents by their elvish names, Nanneth or Ada, and the common names were considered disrespectful.
He stared disbelieving for a moment then turned swiftly on his heel and stormed out. Aradel smirked, quite satisfied with herself and stood there for a moment or two. Just as she was about to turn and continue to wonder her father returned, this time followed by two guards.
"Seize her and take her to the dungeon." He commanded forcefully.
They hesitated unsure whether to disobey their King or harm their princess. She stood awaiting their move knowing full well that she could take them both on even unarmed.
"Sir, you are aware this is your daughter?" one of them asked uncertainly, coincidentally the one standing just out of reach of the Kings slapping hand.
"Of course I'm aware of that! I'm not blind. But apparently you are deaf I said seize her." He glared at him incriminatingly. He nodded sheepishly and both stepped forward. She swallowed the spaghetti she had been chewing earlier and readied herself.
"And, my Lord, you are aware we have no dungeons?" the second asked nervously stepping back a little.
"Of course I'm aware of that, I meant her room you imbeciles, now seize her!" he pointed his finger in her direction. She narrowed her eyes at him just before the guards attacked.
They both lunged at her at the same time but she dodged easily and leisurely. One tried to grab her arm but she took his wrist and twisted his arm until there was a painful cracking sound. He howled in pain and back up cradling his now broken arm in his other one. The second guard took advantage of her turned back and grabbed her shoulder. Quickly she grasped the unlucky hand and expertly flipped him over her head onto the hard concrete ground. He winced and lay there arching his back trying to make the sharp pain running up and down his spin and head stop. The first guard no tried to stab her in the arm with his blade but she evaded it easily and kicked it out of his hand, high into the air. A few seconds later it landed perfectly in her hand. She brandished it in front of him as thought daring him to try and attack again.
He glanced toward Celeborn. "I'm sorry sir." He whimpered bluntly backing away and bowing to both members of the royal family.
She smirked and stuck the tip of blade into a crack in the cement tiles to lean on with one elbow. Celeborn looked ready to explode on many different levels and magnitudes. His face was beet red, his eyes were wider than the full moon on a clear night, and a vain was popping out of his neck making him look like a lunatic. Galadriel and a few of the maids, hearing the immense commotion, had come to the entrance of the garden and watched the last bit of the fight.
"Fine go, turn around and just go into the forest and never come back. Go ahead you have my permission, as long as you never come back." He hissed waving his hands in surrender.
"Why thank you father dearest. You've finally done something good for me." The rebellious female elf said scornfully, rubbing her sweet victory in his face. She turned quickly and started to walk slowly and mockingly east towards the forest.
Before Aradel could do anything she was hit by the blunt end of one of the guard's swords, right in the little soft spot just next to her spinal cord, causing her to fall to the grounds unconscious.
"Now get her, put her in her room and lock the door. Make sure there is nothing in the room that she could use to escape." He said calmly to the one guard still on his feet. He gently pulled her up by the arms and dragged her roughly to the room and did as his Lord had instructed. It was sad because he really liked that girl but she had been locked in her room for years now. She snuck out at ever opportunity of course and sparing no one of her great fighting skills.
Back down in the gardens Galadriel was now approaching her husband carefully. "That really wasn't necessary." She told him disapprovingly.
"I know it wasn't but that was her choice. She could have made it easier and just gone to her room, or better yet not snuck out at all and respected my wishes. But no! She insists on making life difficult." He replied turning to her and his face loosing it's reddened colour quickly.
"You've made it harder on her, she has no choice but to rebel. In the past three hundred years you have changed so much. She just wants her father back, not that insane guard treating her like an animal that shouldn't be let out. You don't let her see any friends or any Elves at all, she sees no one but who she sees in her dreams. That room must be starting to feel very small. It must have started looking small in the first two hours and you expect her to stay there the rest of her life? That's unreasonable. What happened to Celebrian was not her fault, nor yours, you don't need to protect her like this." She said slowly and clearly so that he would hear ever word and realize it's importance.
"She is a wild animal and if she isn't kept who knows what trouble she might get herself into? I have no doubt she would put countless others in danger. Not to mention herself." He replied quickly and defensively.
"You may think that by locking her in her room you'll only have to deal with the loss of one daughter gone on to another world, better than this. In truth, you keep her like this and you will have to deal with that and one daughter who hates you beyond hate and that is ten times worse for any parent. Do something now." She said softly, lightly touching his face for comfort.
He pulled away viscously and stepped back. "I keep telling you she's dangerous. And she won't hate me one day she'll think I'm the best Ada in all of middle earth and she will hate herself for being like that. One day she will realize that all this is preparing her for the real world."
She stepped away from his dreamy, psychotic face. "You keep treating her like this and you will have to face the real world alone. I love my daughter and will protect her and see her even if it means leaving you." She turned and left her white dress billowing behind her.
He just stood and stared. She didn't mean it right? She couldn't mean it. How could she leave him for that stupid, ignorant, little brat? He shook it off and walked into the house for a very uncomfortable dinner. In the morning he had forgotten about everything and awoke as cheery as he got. Which wasn't very cheery at all.
The End
Authors Note:Ok so this is part of a series so not all of it will make sense. In fact this isn't even the first one but next week. I am posting weekly just to let u kno.I like reviewshint hint Aradel is really old, ok, older then most elves and probably older then her father but that will be explained later. plz review.