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Princess SiaraIn sooth good maiden, if a battle of wording is what thy heart doth desire then surely my pen is greater the any. If that noble elf Lindir hath departed or remained my heart must silent on that subject be. At least until you read this chapter! We never meant to wait so long o this chapter, it just happened that way. Thanks for the ideas for Glorfindel's twins. I'm not sure if we'll mention the babies again but you never know. Thanks for your many reviews and keep reading!
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theycallmemaryYes, I think that Glorfindel would make a lovely dad! A good fighter and very blond haired. As for Lindir you must continue to read if you wish to know. And of course elves are great fun. They wouldn't be much fun if all they did was go around and say solemn things. Boring! Keep reading.
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Chapter Forty
Eat, Dump The Drink and Be Merry!
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Barb's POV
The wedding. Ah, yes, the wedding, which lasted all of fifteen minutes. The prize for Stupidest Wedding Remark had to go to the man, who grinned widely at them both, and said loudly
"May Gondor soon be blessed, not only with a beautiful new queen, but a healthy young heir as well!"
"Ahhhhha." Aragorn managednodding rapidly, a strong blush suffusing his face.
Arwen giggled slightly: both of them seemed in uncharacteristically euphoric mood. But, after sixty years, I couldn't blame them.
Unfortunately, the crowds of well-wishers, rejoicing friends, and random people of no importance to this story, seemed to be increasing. Everyone wanted to say a word to the King or Queen, or bestow some gift, which included flower wreaths, jewelry, and wine. This last gift was announced as being "fifty years old, and strong enough even for a king."
When both Aragorn and Arwen seemed resigned to the fact that they would be trapped there for at least the next seventeen hours, there was an interruption.
"Good people!" Boromir shouted this a few times, over the deafening rabble. Once heard, however, everyone turned to see what he had to say.
"Good people of Gondor." he began "This is a most joyous occasion."
Aragorn and Arwen began to edge away. Aragorn still held that silly bottle of wine in one hand.
"Now, as the Steward of Gondor, I have a few words to say."
Instant hush. Some people looked uncomfortable, as if afraid that Boromir ( Denethor-like) would say something stupid like "We shall veil ourselves in black and spend the day in mourning! Ack! Death!"
"Take this." Aragorn whispered furiously, and handed me the wine bottle "Do something with it."
"What am I supposed to…" but he was gone.
I looked at the bottle, and shrugged. I wondered if it would kill the nearby shrubbery.
"As this is a joyous occasion, it calls for celebration." Boromir announced with relish "Everyone in the city is hereby ordered to feast, dance, and rejoice."
A deafening cheer met this. Leftover flower wreaths sailed through the air, as well as a helmet or two. I waved the wine bottle energetically.
"Hurray for the Steward!" I shouted, caught up in the excitement "Hurray for the city!"
Oops.
Instantly, everyone in the crowd took up the cheer. People alternately shouted for Boromir, and for the King, for the Queen, for the future heir, and finally ended with a thunderous "Gondor! Gondor! Gondor!"
If you have never heard such a shout, then you won't understand how it seemed to shake the Minas Tirith itself, how the banners trembled, and the ground shook as people stamped their feet.
"Hurray." I whispered, and dumped the fifty year old wine onto the bushes.
The liquid was pale brown, and a strange, purple sludge seemed to have settled to the bottom. I set down the bottle beside it. Someone would find it later.
I turned around, to see everyone pouring down into the lower levels of the city. Apparently, to dance, feast, and rejoice. I was about to join them, when-
"Barbara." someone called out "I haven't been able to find you anywhere."
Legolas pushed through the crowd, and waved a hand. Apparently, he did not carry his coronet around with him, because he wasn't wearing it. Instead, his hair was braided like it always is, and like always, he looked fantastic.
Suddenly, the world seemed to shrink.
"Legolas." I called out, and ran forward.
We embraced. I pulled away a little, and looked into his deep, blue eyes.
"I've been wanting to do this for…a long time." I breathed.
"Have you?" he answered, in a deep voice that played havoc with my heart. Vaguely, I wondered where on earth he had gotten a deep voice.
I reached up with one hand, and brushed away one of his long, golden braids. And then-
"Beedle, deedle, deedle." I whispered, and tickled the point of his perfect, elven ear.
Instantly he jerked away, placing a protective hand over the offended ear.
"Don't do that." he protested, half-incredulous, and half-laughing "You crazy, insane Edain, I will repay you for that. And I always keep my word."
"Oo, I'm feeling threatened." I rolled my eyes.
Legolas of Mirkwood, had, and always would be, as threatening as a gigantic, marshmallow teddy bear.
At least, where friends were concerned.
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Emily's POV
I looked at him.
He looked back at me.
"My lord, "I curtseyed.
"My lady," he kissed my hand.
"It is a pleasure to see you again." I continued.
"Likewise, I wish you every happiness and congratulations." he smiled.
I narrowed my eyes, and a note of sarcasm crept into my voice, "You said that we would never meet again." I said.
He shrugged and held out his hands, "My exact words were that I feared we would never meet again. Not that we never would."
"Elves do make mistakes then." I smiled.
He raised a delicate brow and looked mildly offended, "I did not make a mistake."
"Yes, but you left a loophole." I said, "You were covering all bases."
He looked solidly confused at this reference to baseball, but he went on as if he understood it perfectly.
"I was unsure and did not wish to alarm you needlessly." he said.
"I see." I answered.
He offered his arm, "Would you do me the honor of this dance?" he asked politely.
I looped my arm through his and smiled, "Of course, anytime you wish."
So, as we danced all was forgiven and forgotten. You never can stay mad at Lord Celeborn long, he's just too cute in grey brocade.
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Barb's POV
At the dance, I certainly wasn't a wallflower. In fact, I had to be one of the most popular girls there. So popular, in fact, that I was asked to dance by every single skinny, adolescent, Gondorian male who was there.
Ah, yes. And my dress. It was a magnificent blue dress, with silver accents, and a dangerously drooping neckline.
Okay, okay, I'm kidding. However, Amryn, apparently not satisfied with my contentment with 'boy' colors, had pulled me away from the celebration, saying it was urgent. When I saw "The Dress" I weakened. Amryn looked so proud of it.
"I thought you would prefer something simpler." she explained.
It was more a robe than a dress, and a pale rose color. A long sash tied around the middle, and the only decoration was a tiny, tiny gold butterfly on the collar.
"Oo, it's silky." I said, feeling the soft material.
"Quite suitable for a young lady." Amryn threw in hopefully.
"Well…I don't normally…" I fought for a few more minutes "Oh…fine."
So now, I almost regretted the dress. I should've gone with a Denethor look: gigantic black robes, and a faint glitter of insanity in my eyes.
"Thanks."
I accepted the cup from my latest dancing partner. He was two inches taller than me, black hair, extremely skinny, with a pimple by his nose.
"What is it?" I asked, tilting the cup to look at the liquid inside. It was grayish, with little specks of spicy things floating to the top.
"Try it." Cyril said eagerly "It's very good."
As if to give evidence, he slugged his in one enormous gulp.
"That's okay." I said hastily "I choose life."
Cyril looked puzzled, but shrugged. We had sat down for a few minutes, and watched the other dancers whirl by. Eomer danced with a pale, slender young woman with long black hair, and wickedly modest blue eyes. She seemed to bewitch the poor young man with them, and he gazed at her, as if she were the only person in the entire room.
"They look happy." I said finally.
"Ahmm." Cyril answered absently, and seemed to move a little closer.
I froze when I felt him put his arm around my shoulder. He seemed fascinated with my silky dress, and touched my sleeve, rubbing part of it between his fingers.
I stood up abruptly.
"Excuse me." I said frostily "But I did not ask for such attentions." I had read that in a book, and had been dying to use it.
"I'm- sorry-" Cyril stammered, jumping up "I didn't-"
"I should talk to my brother-in-law about this." I shook my head "I don't think he would approve at all."
"Brother-in-law?"
"Yes." I answered loftily "The Lord Steward."
Cyril blanched, face a pale grey color, except for his pimple. He actually swayed, and looked like he was ready to throw up.
"Oh, brother." I said, feeling ashamed, but almost laughing at the spectacle "Don't start crying now"
He sat down, and put his head in his hands.
"Oh dear." he muttered, over and over "Oh dear. My family will forever be cursed for this foul deed of mine. Oh dear. Believe me, my lady, I meant nothing untoward. Oh dear."
Frankly, I felt ready to cry myself. I hadn't danced with anyone except people I didn't know, and now I had a sixteen year old practically on his knees begging for forgiveness.
"I was kidding. Jesting, I mean. I'm not going to tell him anything."
"My lady." he gasped "I would forever be in your debt if you would- would-"
"I promise not to tell. Satisfied?"
"Yes, yes, yes." he gulped, and wiped his eyes on the back of his slightly grubby sleeve.
I wanted to give him a handkerchief, but the only one I had was a few centimeters of silky white material that came with my dress. I wasn't about to have it covered in phlegm. Fortunately Cyril solved this problem by also wiping his nose on the back of his sleeve, so that didn't matter.
"Thank you my lady." he choked out, and staggered away. He'd probably never come near a girl for the rest of his life.
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Emily's POV
My mouth was hanging open and I was staring with all the power that my eyes had. I gave my hand to him and he bowed gravely over it and murmured something about, "It is a pleasure my lady," but I didn't answer.
Hey, before you judge remember that you have never met him before.
I mean, I was just introduced to Elrond Halfelven!
"Barbara wrote much of you my lord." I managed, "Thank you for taking such good care of her."
Elrond looked embarrassed and said, "Think nothing of it my lady. The dear girl is rather too profuse in her compliments."
Looking at the willowy strength of the King of Elves I felt like laughing, but instead I smiled faintly and said, 'Of course my lord, whatever you say."
Elrond was tall, Elrond was crowned with shimmering black hair. Elrond was in everyway, shape and form the most…wow. People talk about the best of both worlds?
You can see it in the perfect, perfectness of Elrond Halfelven.
It may disappoint you to know that I never spoke to Lord Elrond after that. For the rest of the time that he was in Minas Tirith I never spoke to him about anything. He was more interested in his daughter and her husband. They had slipped off when Boromir made his announcement and Elrond wandered around looking mildly unhappy. L.
Erestor and the twins finally got their hooks into him and they made him join in the dancing. I think I saw him dancing with one of the oldest women in Gondor. She had once mentioned that she had never seen an elf before Legolas and now she was dancing with their king. I think she might die of a heart attack!
I found myself a seat beside the hobbits who were in an argument about who could drink the most. Even Frodo looked happy considering the things he had been through. I know he and the rest were anxious to get back to Hobbiton, but Aragorn had begged them to stay longer. I think that Aragorn knew that one they all left the city that it was the end to the Fellowship.
(NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!)
As long as they were all together everything was set and seemed to follow a perfect pattern. But once they left…well, real life would set in. I know that Aragorn was always pompous and self assured in the books, but I think he was nervous about being king.
As I sat there I couldn't help but notice how lonely poor old Eomer looked sitting across the hall. Eowyn and Faramir were dancing and having a lovely time, but the king of Rohan (it's so weird to think about him like that.) was all by his lonesome. That was until I noticed Imrahil introducing his daughter to him.
Tee-hee! ( Spell check always wants that to be Teepee!)
"And why are you sighing?" Barbie asked as she plopped down beside me.
"Just how wonderful it is to see everything falling into place like it should. I tell you what, if girls really knew what being a Mary Sue required, then they'd run screaming for the hills." I hugged her, "But you know more about that then anyone else I think."
"Yeah," she smiled.
Suddenly everyone's attention went to Faramir as he called for a dance between all the married couples.
"I guess that means me!" I said cheerfully. Boromir lead me to the floor and we lined up in a dance that I knew only half of. I think I blundered through it well enough, except for the time when I smashed into one of the Dukes of the city.
It never occurred to me that Barbie was lonely.
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Blue moon
You saw me standing alone
Without a dream in my heart
Without a love of my own
Barb's POV
I felt like the only girl at the prom without a date. I wandered out onto the balcony for some fresh air. In a nearby dark corner, two people were kissing.
"Darling." said Person One
"Dearest." murmured Person Two.
"Dearest darling." Person One answered.
More kissing.
The night seemed chilly outside. A brisk wind snapped at the darkened banners on the wall top, and swept through the levels of the city. Minas Tirith glowed palely under the moonlight. Aragorn's banner now flapped from the Citadel. Everything seemed complete.
Sometimes, though I couldn't help wondering where I fit in. I, probably the most Edain human ever, dressed in elven clothes, former warrior ( celebrate the Mary Sue in YOU!) sister-in-law to the Steward, sister to Emily, friend to the Fellowship. And aunt. I could hardly wait for that part.
But…somehow, that wasn't enough. Sometimes, when other people move on with their lives, you're left behind in the whirlpool, wondering where you should go.
Then other times, you tell yourself that you're an insanely lucky person who occasionally has these overdramatic fits.
A polite cough interrupted these melancholy musings. If you've noticed, people like nothing better than interrupt these kinds of musings. Like when the entire world is against you, you never should have been born, and your mom says "If I've told you once, I've told you a hundred times…PICK UP YOUR SOCKS!".
I turned around.
"I'm don't intend…" I began, meaning to say "I don't intend to dance anymore this evening."
Lindir looked at me quizzically, and took his hands out of his pockets.
"Intend to what?" he asked. For some reason, he seemed more serious. Revise that. That he looked serious at all was a first.
"Have more punch." I amended my statement quickly.
"Punch?" Lindir blinked, and then added hastily "Ah, yes, the punch. I'll go and…get you some."
"Lindir, wait." I protested "I haven't seen you for ages. What'd you do, crawl into a hole? I was looking for you all day."
"Were you?" he asked, a different note in his voice than I heard before.
Something about the question seemed too earnest. Too real, as if it demanded more of an answer than usual.
"Uh…yeah. I wanted to introduce you to my sister, and…and everyone." I answered lamely.
"Loveliest love!" Person Two's voice suddenly broke into our conversation.
For a moment, Lindir and I just stared at each other in startled silence. Then I covered my face, muffling a undignified snicker.
"Oh, dear." I said, desperately fighting for my dignity "This is so silly."
Lindir struggled for a moment, and finally smiled, restrained laughter behind it. Them, composing himself, he held out his hand.
"My lady." he stated loudly "May I have this dance?"
In the corner, the kissing couple gasped, and jumped apart. Apparently they had only just noticed our presence. Once more, I struggled not to laugh.
"Of course, my lord." I managed.
As we walked inside, Lindir whispered
"Don't start laughing now. Because then I will, and everyone will think we're lunatics."
"Doesn't look like there's very many people left anyway." I whispered back.
It was true. The dance floor had slowly emptied of all but a few people. It was late, and even the musicians looked like they were tiring. They were playing one of those 'slow' dances. You know, at the prom, where all the girls lean against the guy's shoulder.
I felt suddenly apprehensive.
"I'm not good at dancing." I said weakly.
"Then you're in good company." Lindir returned "Neither am I."
He took my hand in his, and awkwardly, I rested my other hand on his shoulder. He put his hand on my waist. I realized suddenly that I was touching him.
If moving back and forth counts as dancing, then that's what we did. Standing six inches apart, that is.
"I'm not so bad at waltzing." I said finally "The waltz is an old…Edain dance."
"Do they waltz with their eyes closed?"
"Yes." I answered quickly.
At that moment we collided with another couple.
"I'm so sorry." Lindir and I apologized simultaneously.
"That's…fine." Eomer answered absently, still gazing into his partner's eyes "I'm…fine."
Hastily, we 'danced' away.
"I don't believe you." Lindir said quietly.
"You shouldn't." I said, looking down to hide a smile " Because I lied."
"Is that also an old Edain tradition?" he asked, and moved closer.
"No…no." I said, swallowing hard.
"You might be lying now." Lindir teased.
"Of course I'm not." I protested, glancing upwards.
Lindir didn't answer. Instead, he just…looked at me. For one, ridiculous instant, I thought he meant to kiss me.
And of course, that's when the dance ended.
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Nolitari's POV
"Excuse me miss, but your sister sent me for you." I spoke to the young woman.
She blushed and nodded good night to the young elf by her side. She followed me through the streets and stair till we came to the door of the Steward's house. She turned on the steps and thanked me.
"The moon shines bright." she said.
The moon did indeed glow like a bright silver medallion in the night sky. Around the circle of the moon a faint ring glowed.
"It's a lovers moon my lady." I said.
"Is it?" she asked and blushed again, "Is it indeed?"