Disclaimer: I don't own anything that belongs to Tolken. See, pretty self-explanatory.
Cyberwing: Thanks a lot for reading my story! I did kinda make Legolas to be out of character. Instead of him being all faithful, I gave him a womenizer type of personality. I mean, after all, he does have good looks, why waste it! (drools).
I want to thank Elvulia, Jess, Orion, Dunthonwen for reviewing. I am glad that you like my story. This really help to keep me motivated in writing. Also, I wan to thank Ilove Towrite for proofreading my story. God knows how careless I am. Well this is the next chapter. This is Narie's side of the story insert evil laughter .
Don't Love me Too Much-ch2
"Achoo!" The woman, known as Narie, sneezed. What was that all about? It wasn't even windy or anything. In fact, today was a nice, warm, sunny day which was perfect for traveling. Probably someone was cursing me.
She had no idea how right she was.
She looked ahead and watched as the elves that were travelling to the Undying land, lined up two-by-two and slowly ascending a stone staircase in the garden. Today was the big day, in which one of their ships would be carrying a portion of the elf population to that place. All of the elves who wanted to leave had gathered in Rivendell, in the palace of Lord Elrond, where he would open a portal which would take them directly out to the port; which was good because that means that they did not have to walk for thousands of miles before reaching the sea. And that makes all the difference as she will be one of those people seeing them off. Not like she was complaining or anything, really. She watched as Lord Elrond began to chant, the red portal is opening.
One more reason to like Lord Elrond Narie chuckled. Lord Elrond had been like a second father to her. They talked a lot whenever they meet, like the time when she was in the library, trying to choose a book. She liked to chat with him since he seemed to be so wise, like he knew anything and everything; from the time when the First Age ended to the present. She loved to hear him talk about the event where Sauron, the servant of Morgoth, was overthrown for the first time and how the humans took and kept the One Ring. After all, who would know the event better than the ones who had actually participated in it? However, as time goes, the story began to get a bit dull, because… let's just say that she had heard it for so many times that she lost count!
"Narie," her mother said with a sad tone, calling her attention back to her parents. She turned her head and watched them. Her father, a silent man, gave her a firm hug, she patted his back as he let go. They stared at each other, knowing what each other was indicating without actually needing to say anything. Her mother on the other hand, was a different story.
Her mother took a good look at her daughter. Ever since Narie was a child, she showed a great interest in books. Unlike other parents, her husband and she encouraged her daughter to learn how to read and write. But that wasn't all, Narie knew how to play different kinds of instrument and make arts and craft, just like what the rest of the female population were good at. She was also familiar with Middle Earth's history, the culture of different race and their languages.
But she couldn't decide whether it was a good thing or a bad thing. The good part was that her daughter was currently one of the people who Elrond seek council whenever they had a difficult situation. The bad part was, Narie's wisdom was quite disturbing in the Elven society. The males never considered her as an actual female as they work together all the time. The females, who were jealous of the time Narie spent with the ones they love, began spreading rumors about Narie. However, Narie showed no sign of anger or hate towards those females, she just look past them as if they didn't even exist. But, for those that didn't know her, the rumors became fact, and the people started to isolate her.
She began to wonder if the elves in Rivendell were blind. Narie had long black hair which flow freely below her waist and forest green eyes. Although she spent most of her time sitting down on a chair to read, she wasn't fat like others as she always like to walk in the forest just before dawn. When others spend most of their time trying to gain fat so that they looked like royalties, Narie only concerned about her health saying that being fat and tying corsets around her waist would cause her to die earlier.
Her mother could practically make a list of what she's concerned about in one second. She could even do a countdown!
5) Narie doesn't dress like normal females. Simple clothes; no fancy dress/ Our family may not be royalties but we ARE middleclass people. We do not need to dress like SERVANT.
4) Narie wears glasses. She began to wear glasses after a trip to Gondor. We, ELVES, do not wear things made by the dwarves as a token of friendship! We are enemies! I don't understand why she wears it.
3) Narie has no fighting skills yet she has always wanted to travel throughout Middle Earth.
2) Narie's friends. Simple as that (A/N: I'll be introducing them in later chapters so no worries—YEA RIGHT )
1) No one wants to marry Narie because she is so 'weird'! Narie does not care about what others thought about her. She once went with a group of MALE hunters as they on their way to hunt orcs. She talked with them, ate with them, and SLEPT WITH THEM FOR A WEEK!!!
(A/N: not what you guys are thinking, her mother was saying that Narie slept at the same place with the rest of the male hunters. And at that time, it IS a big issue. Society would not allow it. A/N: think medieval times)
Wait that is no longer a problem, it was just that up to this point, she not marrying had been on the top of the concern list. It had been on it for so long her mother had forgotten to take it off. Oh another wait! She doesn't even know that yet—right the letter!
"We have to go Narie," her mother spoke slowly, trying to smooth her dress. She shoved the letter into Narie's hands. "Read it after we leave. It is for the best." After, she pulled her husband along and fled before Narie could open her mouth.
Something fishy is going on. But what? They couldn't know that I am going to go to my friend's inn to help out now. I can't wait to travel, I will be able to meet different races and I will be able to do whatever I want from now on. After all, I am only about two thousand and ten; I have plenty of time to explore unknown places.
Narie looked at her parent's retreating form and watched them as they went through the portal. Staring dumbfounded at the envelope, she broke the red wax seal and took out the letter:
Dear Narie
We are sorry for leaving you here. However, it will be for the best since the world still seem to have so much to offer you. It will be cruel for us to take that away from you. We know that you hate to stay in one place for your heart always wanted to travel throughout the world. Even so, we asked that you take great care of yourself. Remember, you do not know how to fight. You have to know when to stay calm and not to be so reckless. But no matter what, we will always welcome you with open arms when you decide to come to the Undying Lands to join us, with your husband of course. We better get going. Take care.
PS. Your fiancé is Legolas Greenleaf. We arranged the engagement but we didn't bother introducing him to you for we are sure that you know him quite well. The time of marriage is up to you since we will not be able to see it. Therefore, there will be plenty of time for you two to get use to each other. As we have mentioned above, you do not know how to fight. Legolas is a young man with strong fighting skills. We can only stop worrying after knowing that a man like him is protecting you.
PPS. Don't come to the Undying lands if you are not married.
Your Mother and Your Father
Narie blinked incredulously; no it has to be some kind of mistake. I'll close my eyes, good, now take a deep breath Narie and exhale. Alright, look at the letter again, it cannot be true. No matter how many times she reread the letter, the words wouldn't change. This is how cruel life can be.
Narie shrieked. Locking targets with the two people who would soon feel her wrath, she ran up the stone staircase. She screamed in frustration as she watched her parents entered through the portal and turned around.
"Come back!"
"She's going to kill us, honey." Narie's father murmured, as he tried his best to keep his smile on his face.
"Just keep on smiling and pretend that we didn't hear her." Narie's mother muttered before waving at her daughter, who was dashing like a mad woman up those stone stairs. She began to thank Valar that Lord Elrond created the portal here, instead of somewhere where Narie can get to too quickly.
"What the hell is this!" Narie screamed breathlessly as she continued to run. The portal was beginning to close. No! This isn't happening to me. Not that damn playboy! Valar! What did I do wrong? Why are you doing this to me! How can this happen! I can't believe that my parents are ditching me and then fleeing like a coward.
"She's coming closer." Narie's father whispered.
Narie's mother elbowed him, "the portal is closing. Don't worry she won't come so close to the portal, as long as we went through it we are safe. She will never give up her freedom for anyone, which is why she is so angry right now. Why would she come through the portal just to punch us? She might be furious but she is still sane."
But both of them knew that it was only half of the truth. The truth was, Legolas had not only been known for his fighting skills but also for womanizing. Due to the fact that he was the Prince of Mirkwood, almost all of the female elves tried to get their hands on him so that he will be their husband. After all, who doesn't want a prince to be their husband? After their family become royalties, money and fame will soon come after. They can kiss their old lifestyle good-bye. And being handsome didn't make the matter easier.
This made Legolas to be extremely arrogant and a bit narcissistic ever since he was a child. After all, practically no woman was able to turn away from him. Yes, he had definitely been spoiled by the females.
"Stop closing the portal now!" Narie demanded between her breaths, stopping before the portal.
Lord Elrond shook his head. By then, the red portal had already closed and disappeared.
Narie looked dubiously at the empty space where the portal once was. I am going to faint. But before I do that— She turned and gave a death glared to Lord Elrond, fire in her eyes; the thought about him once being like a second father to her never crossed her mind.
"You did it on purpose." She hissed.
Lord Elrond shrugged and looked innocently at her, "about what?"
Narie groaned in frustration. By the Valar, I want to punch him in the face. Why would he close the portal when I told him to stop? He must be part of it. That's right. It has to be! Everyone here knows that he and Thranduil are the best of friends. Damn, did his face just become more tempting to hit? Narie ran her left hand through her hair. She stormed away from Lord Elrond in order to prevent her fist colliding with his nose.
My mother is actually right. There are times where one can be hot-headed and reckless, but as for those other times, one definitely needs to calm down and think. Now is the time to cool down and think. I need to come up with a plan, fast. But first, I need to find my friends. They'll help me to think of a solution. THEY HAVE TO.
Well this is the end of Chapter 2. What will Legolas do when he returned to Mirkwood and confront with his father? And even worse, what would Narie do now that she knew the whole situation? Is she really going to punch Lord Elrond? Who are her friends really?
Continue to read to find out! But now, please click the bottom left button and review! C-ya!