Bold Dreams
Bold/Italics Galadriel talking telepathy
Italics thoughts
(words) Elvish
A Whole New World
Chapter 2
Knowing full well that I wont see Elrohir until dinner, seeing as most of his friends were at the archery ground. I put down the Elvish book and grabbed a green leather book that I found in Elrond's library. It was a story of a peasant woman in love with a prince, and vice versa. I got up from the chair and walked out to the patio, than down the steps to the small path that led to a beautiful bench near the harbor water. Time alone was a past time for me now a days. I just never knew how busy Elrohir really was.
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–3rd POV, Archery grounds–
"How was it Elrohir?" Elladan asked, grinning like an idiot.
Both Elrohir and Glorfindel rolled their eyes. "Like you do not know, (brother)."
A younger Elf boy in training turned slightly pink. "Can you still tell us, Lord Elrohir?"
Elrohir, who was about to let go an arrow, turned slightly, letting the arrow go and hitting the center of the target... a few yards away.
"You will get your chance, Kalihana." Glorfindel let an arrow go and looked over to Elrohir. "I would have believed Lady Magdalena would have been still cautious around that area by what happened four months ago."
Elrohir let his last arrow go, sighing. "She is." Elrohir whispered, the Elves nearby surprise. "We only slept in each others arms last night, tis all." Elrohir when to retrieve his arrows.
One of the warriors spoke up when Elrohir returned. "I would have forced her, no matter what."
Elrohir, Elladan, Glorfindel, and a few Elves that were eavesdropping glared at the Elf.
"And have her fear you as well? I do not think so." Elladan said, notching an arrow.
"It would not matter. An elleth is suppose to fear their husbands. They are to do what they are told, not what an elleth wants to do." The Elf replied.
"I do not believe that is true, Vinia!" Glorfindel said coldly. "An elleth should be respected by a male, no matter what race they are. They should be treated equally."
"I agree with Glorfindel and my brother. I will wait for my wife as long as it takes for her to heal. Both physical and emotional."
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–Gardens–
"Do you believe she will heal?" Arwen asked, as she held onto Aragorn's arm.
Galadriel smiled. "She will in time. Thanks to Dinenwen, she is Hlaf-Elven, and will not die of age nor time, unless she wishes it."
The four Hobbits sighed in relief.
"That is good news." Frodo said, Sam agreeing.
"Yes, Mr. Frodo. It would have been painful to see Lady Magdalena die and not heal in time."
"Do not worry, Samwise." Galadriel put a hand on his shoulder. "Even if she was mortal, her wounds would have healed before her time ended."
Link, a now almost grown pup, whined, both Merry and Pippin stroking his fur.
"Thranduil sends his wishes to the couple and apologizes for not coming tot he wedding. But he had another wedding to attend to." Elrond said, walking next to his daughter.
"So he crowned Legolas and Dinenwen King and Queen of Mirkwood." Celebron said more than asked his son-in-law.
Elrond, along with everyone else, looked down o the harbor shore below. On a bench sat Magdalena reading peacefully. The sunset colors hit the sparkling water and to the Half-Elven.
"For four months she has been doing the same routine." Eowyn said, shaking her head.
"She is still in her shyness state. Her father still haunts her dreams. Even his words echo through her mind time after time." Galadriel said sadly.
Everyone was wrapped with sadness and sympathy towards the young girl. But their mood was lighten a bit, more than others, as Elrohir walked down the path from their room.
"Let them be. They are happy now, no matter what they have been through." Aragorn said, as everyone turned to go to their own place somewhere else.
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–1st POV, Magdalena–
"The two ran, not looking back once. Their hopes high, as they secretly run towards their favorite spot. Kempa looked to the prince- her prince, a smile upon her face. The two lovers stopped running, standing in the middle of a clearing, a makeshift bed near by a fire.
'It's beautiful, Emando.'
The prince stood in front of Kempa. 'No, you're beautiful.'
Emando kissed Kempa, surprising her. But she quickly recovered and kissed back."
I jumped when I felt somebody kissed my cheek. I turned my head and sighed in relief, putting a hand to my chest.
"Damn it Elrohir!"
Elrohir walked from behind me to sit on the bench. I put my knees to my chest before Elrohir could sit on my legs.
"Sorry, (my love)."
I closed the book, leaving my finger on the page, and looked up at Elrohir. I studied him for a while, a slight frown upon my face.
"What's wrong?"
Elrohir stared at me, deep in thought. My frown deepen even more.
"Elrohir?" I said softly, taking his hand in mine.
That seemed to get him out of deep thought.
"What's wrong?"
Elrohir caressed my hand with his thumb, smiling softly at me.
"Nothing, Magdalena. Nothing."
I raised an eyebrow at him, but got an idea for him to tell me. Sighing, I stood up, letting his hand go.
"Fine, I just thought we weren't going to keep secrets from each other." I said, turning towards our room.
Before I can walk away, Elrohir took me into his arms, me smiling in triumph.
"That is not fair, (my love)."
I bit my lower lip guiltily. I knew what he meant by that. I turned to face him, and put my arms around his waist, looking up to him.
"Sorry." I whispered, giving him a guilty smile.
–Elrohir's POV–
My wife gave me a guilty smile, her eyes telling me she was truly sorry. I sighed and kissed the tip of her nose, bringing her closer to me. I can't tell her what Vinia said. She will then feel pressured to let me have her so as to not have anyone say anything no more. But I will never pressure her into anything. Never.
"Come, Magdalena, we must get ready for dinner. Out guest are leaving tomorrow morning."
I felt her nod her head and move away from my arms. I followed Magdalena into our room, and watched her put down the book she was reading on the desk before going to her wardrobe. I know she knew I was watching her, so I averted my yes and walked to my own wardrobe. Once we changed into our best clothing, I led Magdalena to where we be dinning. The dinner went smoothly, unlike those other times when my brother told embarrassing stories to everyone. I took my wife's hand in my own underneath the table, smiling over to her.
She smiled back, and returned to the conversation she was having with Gandalf. From what I could tell, Lord Thranduil sent his apologizes to Magdalena for not coming because of the crowning of Legolas and Dinenwen. I felt Magdalena tense at Dinenwen's name, so I gave her a small squeeze, feeling her relax once more. I was happy they did not come. Legolas, I would have not mind, but he would have brought her with him.
"Elrohir."
I left my thoughts as I turned to Magdalena's smiling face. I love her smile, it always brings out the child in her. She was becoming more and more open now. And I was glad for it.
"Elrohir, Lord Thranduil sent us a present for our marriage. Gandalf says it will be here tomorrow morning."
I raised my eyebrows in surprise, looking up to Gandalf, who smiled, and back to my wife.
"Really?"
Magdalena nodded. "Yes. But I told him he didn't have to give us anything for all he did for me." She frown in thought. "I wonder what it is."
I smiled, chuckling a bit. "We will find out tomorrow, now won't we?"
Magdalena sighed and continued her conversation with the wizard. I looked around the table and stopped my gaze upon the Lady of Light. I know Magdalena will be sad to see the Lady leave. She has taken a fond in her, almost as if it was her own mother. I guess because Magdalena never really had a mother before. The Lady turned her gaze to me, smiling. She either heard my thoughts or felt my gaze upon her.
"I would not mind you and Magdalena visiting me, Elrohir. For I have also became very fond of her. Though, I believe we will meet each other again soon."
I smiled. "I hope it will not be a bother, my Lady?"
"Of course not." Galadriel than returned her gaze on my father, who did not sop talking.
I than tore my gaze to Aragorn and Arwen in front of me. I smiled faintly as Arwen touched her abdominal, Aragorn holding her hand, smiling. My sister was to bore Aragorn a child. I believe she was two months now. Aragorn turned to me and smiled knowingly. Once dinner finished, my father announced we go to the Halls of Fire. Once we entered, the musician immediately started to play a soft sound music.
Aragorn, who was sitting on my right, put a hand on my shoulder and leaned next to my ear.
"Your time will come, do not worry so Elrohir."
I merely nodded, smiling. I know everyone believes that I am hurt by this. But truthfully, I am not. I am happy just as things are.
–3rd POV–
Elrond smiled over to his daughter-in-law. She was now away from the hurt her father gave her, and found happiness. Elrond turned to Galadriel, who, at the same time, looked over to him.
"She will be happy that Thranduil decided to be her foster father. But what will happen when he leaves to the Grey Heavens?"
"I do not know. My mirror did not show me nothing that far." Galadriel sighed and looked over to a tired Magdalena, as well as Elrond. "But she will be happy rather than grieve and sorrow. She would want to come and say goodbye."
"Yes, but will she be able to handle it?" Elrond asked, turning her gaze away from the one who captured his son's heart.
Galadriel looked over to Elrond, a knowing and reassuring smile. "Yes, I believe she will."
"And what of Legolas? He is surely to find out Magdalena will be his sister. He would want to come and visit Magdalena, bringing her with him."
Galadriel nodded. "Yes, I believe that the danger has yet to cease for Magdalena. But we must wait for it to unfold, rather than look for it ourselves."
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–Rivendell's borders, across the river–
The guards looked beyond the river, arrows drawn back. In the darkness, a creature blends to the night, as clouds cover the light of the moon. It moves around, snake-like, looking about it's surrounding. The Elves could hear the creature sniff around, the gravel beneath it making noise. The creature suddenly stopped, nothing but silence around. Even the wind, and the animals of the night have silence. The Elves waited, frowning what the creature was doing.
Then in the blink of an eye, it was gone. The clouds move away, the moonlight shining on to the forest floor. The guards put down their arrows, frowning even more.
"(Where did it go?)"
"(I do not know. But what was it?)"
"(We must go warn Lord Elrond and the guest. We cannot afford that think kill the guests.)"