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Summary: See previous chapters.
Chapter One – First Meetings and Friendships.
Arwen
'The first time I met your mother was just after Estel – Elessar – was crowned King of Gondor.
I had just been introduced to all the royals and notables of the neighboring realms and we were mingling and exchanging polite small talk. I saw Eomer walk over to a woman that I had not been introduced to and start up a conversation, ignoring Lord Boromir's protective glare and the death-looks that were being thrown in the woman's direction by Princess Lothiriel.
I asked Estel who she was and he told me that her name was Natasha, the recently adopted daughter of Lord Denethor, which explained the 'Protective-older-brother' look that Boromir was giving Eomer.
From what I knew of mortal women, most were inclined to defer to their male relatives in all things. With the exception of Lady Eowyn, who was a shieldmaiden and by definition different, all those I had encountered so far certainly did.
This one did not have Eowyn's determination to prove herself and stand out, but it was obvious that she would not back down if she thought something was wrong, nor hesitate to tell someone to go away if they were being annoying. She obviously found Boromir's continued presence annoying, and appeared to be telling him so. Boromir seemed reluctant at first, but left after she said something that I did not quite catch.
Whatever she said, it did not seem to be a tactic that was not generally employed, as Eomer turned to her with a raised eyebrow, and then laughed as she explained. From what I could hear, Natasha had threatened to break his nose again. The 'again' caught my attention, and I decided to have a chat with this woman sometime soon.
I did speak with her, and found Natasha to be an interesting conversationalist. She was not too shy to speak in the presence of an elf, but nor was she an empty headed chatterbox.
It was unfortunate that we did not get a chance to speak often, as she spent a large amount of time in what most of the city had termed 'Daycare', looking after children whose parents could not look after them at the time. Then she left for Rohan with Eomer soon afterward.
The next time we met was when I asked her to act as one of my attendants at my wedding.
Natasha, Eowyn and I decided that since our weddings were only a few months apart, we might as well design all three dresses at the same time. It was then that we found out that while both Eowyn and Natasha had an exquisite sense of the appropriate, Natasha tended more towards what made her feel comfortable and/or pretty, rather than the current fashion.
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"What color do you think? Pale or Dark colors look good on her, but we still need to match the gowns of the attendants to hers."
Eowyn and Natasha were talking with the seamstress, discussing the attire of myself and the rest of the bridal party. Obviously, they had forgotten that I was in the room, despite my attempts to join the conversation, as no one had yet asked my thoughts on the matter, and I was the one who was going to be wearing that dress.
The seamstress left, telling them to call her when we had decided. Natasha voiced her opinion.
"Where I am from, brides usually wear a specific color, depending on which country they come from. Most countries wear white, symbolizing that the bride is pure." She gave me a sly look. "But you and Aragorn have been courting for how long, exactly? A few decades? Are you still a virgin?"
This earned a spectacular blush from both Eowyn and myself. I could not believe she would just out and say that, not even bothering to lower her voice!
Natasha gave us an amused look and continued, "Whether you are or not, white would be a good color for you, and it would be easy enough to match the rest of the party."
She called in the seamstress and then picked up a sketchbook as I told the seamstress what my dress would be and left the colors for the rest of the party up to her.
I stepped down from the stool and moved to where Eowyn was now looking over Natasha's shoulder at drawing. "What are you doing, Natasha?"
She didn't look up, "Trying out a few ideas for my wedding dress. Lady Galadriel gave me some clothing more suitable to Middle Earth when I was in Lothlorien. The white one is fairly simple, but fancy enough that it could be worn at an important ceremony. I'm currently using it until I can get some gowns made for use at court. If we just made a few additions…" She showed us the original dress, plain white with no embroidery, then another sketch that showed the additions she was proposing. A material that was almost like the fine nets that the Galadhrim use on cool nights, with embroidery in white thread, depicting flowers scattered over the main dress, and intricate patterns at the hem and cuffs.
The overall garment was a sleeveless white gown underneath embroidered white netting, which also formed thrice layered sleeves reaching to the elbow. It was hardly conventional, and likely to drive the men wild, but it seemed to suit her.
Now that we had my and Natasha's wedding gowns worked out, we turned our attention to the style that we would be wearing our hair.
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After that, it didn't take long for us to form a friendship, and that friendship stayed true until this very day.'
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A/N – Second Chapter done. Next should be coming soon.
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Nathalia.
