Fra: "Student Liz" Til: Emne: Re: [OFUM] Re: OFUMers! Here is your chance to have work featured in OFUM! Dato: 18. april 2003 23:52 *blushes* Well, here is the attempt that I made at this :) Featuring a guest cast of Elrond as the stern and domineering stepfather, Thranduil as the obligatory arranged marriage and *gets ready to run* dirty old man, Aragorn as the hero and love interest, Arwen as the unpleasent step sister, Luthien, as the random elf name to provide Elrond with a second wife and of course, the heroine of the tale, Moriwen the 2nd daughter of Elrond, and the ripped off song that the heroine sings :) And I apolgise in advance for the sudden speeding up of the plot, but I could see this travesty developing chapters *shudders* And in case anyone's interested, there is one word towards the end which finally brought home to be the sheer ickness of what I was writing. That word was... "Gornie." Right, enough waffle from me :) *hugs* Kazra (And apologies if this comes twice, Yahoo is being a pest) The atmospehere in Rivendell was frosty to say the least. "You defy me?" Lord Elrond HalfElven said incredously as he stared at his second daughter. "I do father." Moriwen replied in a crystal clear voice. Elrond fought to hold back his rapidly rising temper. "Might I be permitted to know the reson why?" when he spoke, his voice was clipped, each voice dropping into the silence that filled the throneroom of the palace at Rivendell. "Easy dear." Luthien, Elronds second wife and the mother of Moriwen said, gently laying one hand on her husbands arm to restrain him. "Because I do not love him." Moriwen replied, not lowering her golden eyes from the grey eyes of her father. "Love? Where does love come into this?" Elrond shook his head. "An alliance is needed betwen Rivendell and Mirkwood. Arwen is already betrothed to the King of Gondor which cements our alliances to the East, now one to the West is required. You will marry Thranduil." Moriwen stood like a stone statue, refusing to crack as her father's stern words echoed around the room. From the corner of her eye she saw her half sister Arwen snickering. There was no love lost between the two half-siblings. "You are dismissed." Elrond said curtly, before he turned his attention to the elf that stood behind Moriwen. "Lindir, what news do you bring from the Lady of Lothlorien?" Moriwen seethed inwardly as she was so cavilerly dismissed from her fathers attention. With the snap of her bootheels on the stone floors she turned and strode off, her white dress flowing about her, her silver hair flowing over her shoulders to the small of her back. Still seething with fury, but maintaining a calm facade, Moriwen headed immediately for the stables and swung up on the back of her stallion, Asfaloth. "Noro lim." She whispered to the horse, who threw up his head and whinned at challange, sensing his mistress's inner fury. The stablehands bolted for cover as Asfaloth thundered out into the courtyard and under the gate, Moriwen sitting proudly on his bare back. Finaly alone, Moriwen could weep. She lay under a weeping willow beside a stream, her fingers trailing lightly in the water. "Why must father be so cruel as to make me marry a man that I do not love?" she whispered to herself, feeling sorrow rish through her every pore. But she was unaware that she was being watched. Across the stream, hidden by bushes that concealed all bu his eyes, was another elf. Thranduil, the King of Mirkwood. His eyes were alight with lust as he looked at the slender elfmaiden that lay beneath the willow, her golden eyes bright with tears and her silver hair flowing like the night wind. He felt his pulse increase at the thought of this nubile maiden soon to be his wife. Moriwen was unware of his scrutiny, lost in her own thoughts of love that was found, only to be torn away before it could flower. For she did love another, but that love was forbidden to her. The man that her sister claimed to desire was the one that had engraved himseld on her heart. "Aragorn" she sighed, before she closed her eyes. She knew that he returned her feelings, they were soulbonded together, but they could never be together. Her father had decreed that Arwen was to marry Aragorn, and Arwen would not complain, knowing how her sister felt. It was another chance to spite the interloper, to show how much less she was that Arwen and the other children of Celebrian. "So close, no matter how far Couldn't be much more from the heart Forever trust in who we are And nothing else matters. Never opened myself this way Life is ours, we live it out way All these words I don't just say And nothing else matters. Trust I seek, and I find in you Everysay for us something new Open mind for a different view And nothing else matters Never cared for what they say Never cared for games they play Never cared for what they do Never cared for what they know But I know" The last words of her song trailed off into silence, the faint echoes dancing from the water. Thranduil stood entranced, and lust seethed through his form. He could contain himself no longer, and rose from his concealment. Moriwen gasped as the bushes on the other side of the stream parted to reveal another elf, who she recognised immediately. But the expression that he wore on his face shocked her and paralyzed her to the core. Sheer, unadulterated lust. He agily leaped the stream and approached her, hands outstretched to grasp her and hold her. Moriwen could not more, she was rooted to the spot with fear and the implications sank in. She knew what he was going to do, and was powerless to prevent it. Suddenly, Thranduil halted, looking puzzled as his hand reached down to touch a red and black fletched arrow that sprouted from his chest. He appeared to be about to speak, but instead of words, blood gushed from his mouth as he slumped to the ground, eyes closing. Moriwen shook, shocked by this sudden change, unable to believe that Thranduil lay dead before her, before he could rape her. The bushes behind her rustled and Moriwen muffled a scream against her hand. A pair of green clad arms encircled her comfortingly, hugging her close. Grey eyes looked with hatred on the corpse of the elven king that lay in a puddle of blood that was slowly congealing, before they softened as they regarded the quivering elf maiden. "Hush Mori." He whispered as he leant his cheek against her hair. "Everything is alright." "Aragorn." She whispered, abandoning herself to the moment and letting her fear fade. She was safe now. "No." Elrond looked at the couple with disbelief written clear on his face. Thranduil dead, Aragorn and Moriwen in love? This could not be. His face hardened, and the guards around the walls stiffened, recognising that their services could be called upon. But Aragorn beat Elrond to it. He disengaged his hands from where they held Moriwens, kicked away Arwen was was grovelling near his ankles, and whistled. Green clad figures sprang into the hall, swords drawn, arrows nocked to bowstrings. Aragorn himself held Narsil, no longer peace bonded, to Elrond's throat. "Yes." Aragorn said sternly. "Mori and I will be wedded, will thee or nil thee. We need no dowry, and would not take one. For by your actions in forcing a marriage upon my beloved, you are proven yourself traitor to your bloodline. I am sure that the Lady Galadriel will agree with my words, and will agree to your casting out, for conduct that no elf should perform. All your household shall follow you into exile, bar your wife Luthien, the only one who cared for my beloved and urged her to follow her heart. Let none of you be seen here, upon pain of death." "No." And all looked surprised at the voice that spoke. It was Moriwen's, as clear as a bell, ringing through the hall, quiet, yet heard by all. "Though through his actions my father has caused me more pain than any other, still I forgive him. He is my father, and despite all, I love him. I forgive him all and would urge you, beloved Gornie, to forswear your decree upon them, and allow to dwell here when you ascend to the throne of Rivendell." All within hearing could not fail to be moved by Moriwens words of forgiveness. Tears flowed freely down all faces, but Elrond's expression was heartbroken. As his daughter had offered her forgiveness for everything, Elrond had seen the error of his ways, seen that pain that he had caused, and in that instant, regretted everything. "No my daughter." And his voice was filled with the love that had been long denied. "I cannot deny that I have caused you pain. And I cannot offer anything in repentance." "None is needed!" Moriwen broke in, her face pleading. "It is to me dear child." He replied, one hand reaching out to gently caress her cheek, before he straightened. "I will go West." He declared. "I cannot remain here for the pain that I have caused. I will return to Valinor and let the Valar judge me for my actions. I will not return." And with straight back, though with an aching heart, Elrond left the hall, heading for the West. And Aragorn ascended the throne of Gondor and Rivendell, uniting the two kingdoms. Moriwen ruled wisely as his queen, and when the Lady of Lorien, Galadriel, the OverQueen of the Elves, died, Moriwen was elected to be her sucessor. And they both lived happy lives and ruled well, granted immortality by the Valar for their nobility and courage. And Arda blossomed under the benevolent rule of the pair. ===== When darkness falls, look behind you That is where you will find me Lingering at the edge of the shadows and the light Neither one thing nor the other __________________________________________________ Yahoo! Plus For a better Internet experience http://www.yahoo.co.uk/btoffer