Not Every Girl's Dream

Thanks for the reviews, they really made my day. I am trying not to make this humour because it would probably not be really funny. Im trying to highlight the bad points of waking up in middle earth

note to chaynelle : They would, to find out why you will jsut have to keep reading. thanks for the advice about the grammer and i am trying.

Chapter 2

Gemma walked down the aisle, She occasionally tripped on her dress but nothing could be worse than what she was feeling inside. It felt like that world was against her and nothing was going right.

Finally after what seemed like a thousand years of walking she came to the front and looked at her prince. Gemma stepped back and blinked.

She was speechless, he was the man of her dreams, She had always imagined her kissing him, she had writted stories and acted out plays where they met and fell in love and where he bound himself to her forever.

" Are you Legolas Greenleaf" she whispered to him trying not to draw attention to herself. It was hard because every eye in the palace was looking at her with disgust and terror. What a pitiful sight she was, The Prince and the King looked at her like she was dirt.

" Yes, I am the Prince, who are you though?" He sneered touching her hair. Her eyes welled up again and tears fled down her broken nose. Her lips had gashes and her cheeks were grazed.

" I am your betrothed, at least I think I am" Gemma pleaded looking straight into his eyes. al she could see was disgust.

Legolas turned around and said something to his father, He walked away from her leaving her standing like a statue still and cold in the middle of the aisle. His father followed him and puled at his arm

" Legolas, what are you playing at, you cannot walk out of your own wedding, come back here now" he shouted at his son but Legolas just kept walking.

" What am I playing at, What are you playing at father, I cannot marry that wretch, not for all the gold in the world. I do not love her and she is not the same elf that I said I would marry, let me go father" he said to him but Thranduil just gave him a stare.

Gemma was looking around at all of the nobles and lords staring in disbeleif. Was this what the crown was coming to?, was the only prince of Greenwood going to marry a wretch from a dump.

" You will go back there and marry this Girl, then you will be happy with her. This is obviously not her fault"

Legolas bent to the will of his father. It was him who chose Gemma to be his bride. She was the most worthy of all of the ladies he knew. She was the same age as the Prince, 512 years. Still young in the eyes but they were just old enough to marry. They both were edgingon adulthood and Thranduil wanted to see his son married.

Legolas walked back to Gemma who stood looking at him. She was biting her lip and as soon as the music started again she became happy.

" Im sorry" He whispered to her .

The wedding took place quickly, it was a wonderful wedding but nobody was pleases with it. Gemma was barely able to speak from the pain. Legolas couldnt even look at her when he kissed her. It was not magical to her and walking off with him was more humiliating than anything she ever knew.

She hoped so much that this was a dream or a joke but she already knew that it was real. as real as the pain soaring through her body.

Legolas took her to a different part of the palace where she sat down on his bed. Twas large and regal, flowers intertwining the bed posts and paintings hanging the walls.

" I apologise for any embarrasment that I have caused you, I only wish that your wife could have been a fair maiden worthy of you. I am sure you are a good elf and I only wish that you are happy" she siad bowing her head low to him even though it hurt.

He sat down next to her andlooked her in the eyes.

" I do not even know your name, I am sure that I cannot judge you on your way of dress.I will call a maid to clean you up and get you something more suitable for your status. your bed is through there, please be welcome" he said showing her into a smaller room but just as beautiful. there were windows all around and flowers lining the walls. there was a mirror in the corner but Gemma darent look at it.

" This is wonderful thank you very much"

Legolas left her alone in the rooms and she wondered why he had been so nice to her. This was not at all what she had imagined when she wrote stories about the weddings of Prince Legolas and herself. there was always a beautiful maiden and they were desperatly in love running into the distance together with the blond hair flying behind them littered with flowers.

" Ha, I doubt that was ever true, wait until I tell my frein" Gemma stopped talking there. She diddnt think she would ever see her freinds again. She would be stuck in this harsh reality where she could not even lay in her husband's bed and kiss him on the lips.

Gemma half expected the foul woman to come back in trying to hurt her again but instead there was a much kinder woman at the door.

She was carrying material and other things.

" Are you going to hurt me?" Gemma sobbed fleeing into a corner like a hurt puppy defending itself

" No, I am going to help you. don't worry your majesty, the woman who 'helped' you before has been expelled from the palace. you will never see her again. my name is Meilouie, I will be your maid." She said happily.

She came and hugged the new princess.

" That is a beautiful name, but I seem to have forgotten mine" Gemma had just realised that she was probably not called Gemma in this reality.

" Aredhiel, of course now it is Princess Aredhiel, I hope you wont mind me cleaning up your face, then i will try to cut your hair to a decent style then we will sort you out some clothes"

Gemma nodded and was led inot a large bathroom where there was a steaming bath ready for her to jump in.

The scars upon her face healed in an instant after a special paste was applyed. of course with the magical healing ofthe elves it would be accellerated. about her scalp the scars were slower. being closer to the brain they were more severe and less likely to dissapear completely.

" I feel so alone, I have no one here. what have I done?, pray tell"

Meilouie Chuckled and carried cutting and trimming the hair to a reasonable length.

" You have done nothing, well you were chosen to be Princess. Do not worry, your hair will grow back soon, in a couple of years it will be good again"

Gemma felt har hair It was barely up to her shoulders at the longest, The front of her hair was the most damaged, The maid eventually tried to vut it in a side parting avoiding the front peices.

Gemma was taken to the bathtub and was undressing when her new husband walked in on her.

" I apologise" he said but he did not move, he just stared at his new bride, now seeing her properly he smiled. Her face was pretty. It was not the most beautiful but it was obviously easy on the eye. her body although covered in scars was perfect in his eyes. of course this was the first female's body he ever saw so he would have no comparrison but he did not leave but watch the water be poured over her body.

"your majesty, did you want something?" she asked looking at him sorrowfully. she smiled and he returned it

" Well, the banquet is about to start and the bride is being missed. If you could be downstairs soon it would be good. I shall wait for you" He said still not taking his eyes off her face.

Gemma realised this and soon she was liking this reality. Surely this was not what she had dreamt but at least it had come true.

Legolas showed her a white dress that he had found.

" I think that this is the right size, you can wear it"

Gemma placed it on her body and walked down sith him to the banquet.

" They will Love you, like I" he whispered and Gemma smiled. This was going to be fantastic.

The End

im sorry if it was corny and tacky. but plese tell me what you thought. I wanted to try a new direction and I just couldnt bear the character with the same name as I to have a bad ending

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