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Thranduil stared at Dawn. His eyes full of curiosity. How bold for a mortal to walk into his home with such pride. At least she wasn't timid and shy. He wanted a strong and confident bride, but no one who was stronger than him. Someone who was independent, but not overly independent.
"Welcome," he greeted. "We are happy to have you here. We hope you are as happy as we are." He noticed how dry his voice sounded, but didn't really care. "These are my children: my eldest, Legolas; my other son, Dearon; and my youngest, Idril."
"We hope you will like it here," said Idril with a smile. "I have a feeling you will." Dawn nodded in here direction. Dearon just looked at her before walking past her and towards his room.
"I apologize for my brother," Legolas said while walking towards her. "He is not a very pleasant person, but it gets better with time. It is an honor to meet."
"The pleasure is mine," Dawn said with a small smile before looking up at Thranduil. "If I may ask, my lord, when will we be married?"
"As soon as possible," he replied. "Hopefully it will be tomorrow. Better to do it sooner than later." Dawn nodded before looking down at her feet. "Legolas will show you to your room. I hope you like it." She looked up at him and nodded before following him down the hall.
Her room was very small, with a large window and balcony. The walls were white, with a matching small bed. The dresser, vanity, and small table were all white as well. Dawn looked around before sitting on the bed and sighed. So this was it. The end of her life. Her father had given her to a total stranger, who's only plan for her was to bare his children. That's what was expected of her, but she wanted more. She wanted to travel the world, meet new people, and fight in glorious battles. She wanted battle scars that would last a life time, not fat from barring children. She wanted more, but agreed to do it for her father. She wanted to make sure he had some piece of mine before he died. She was deep in thought before someone knocked on the door.
"Come in!" she called. A bunch of women came in and said something to her in elvish. She didn't have to know elvish to understand what they said. They were here to take her measurements for her wedding gown. She nodded and stood, letting them do their job. After they were finished, they bathed and dressed her in a long, pale blue gown. They then lead here to the dining room where everyone else was waiting. She sat at the end of the table, opposite to Thranduil. Dearon and Idril sat on either said of him, and Legolas sat between Dearon and Dawn.
They ate in silence. Each not knowing what to say. Thranduil didn't want any of his children to say something that would offend Dawn, not that he didn't think she looked incapable of defending herself. Legolas thought the silence was quite calming, and much better than the arguing that was bound to happen if someone said something. Dearon kept thinking about a hundred different things he'd rather be doing. Idril kept wishing someone would say something, as long as it wasn't her. Dawn just wanted to run away and escape to somewhere far, far away.
After dinner, they all left and went to their rooms in silence. Dawn was tired, but didn't want the day to end. As she dressed for bed and brushed her hair, knew what tomorrow meant. And after she got in bed, she was truly sad. For tomorrow, she would no longer be free. Tomorrow, she would marry an elven king and be his queen and prisoner.