Hi guys. Well, this is my Artemis Fowl fic and I hope you enjoy it :) I originally started this fic under a different pen name about two years ago, but it didn't work so I deleted it. But I'm older and wiser now (I hope ;P) and I've adapted it.
Any reviews would be much appreciated and will motivate me to update more often :)
This first chapter doesn't have Artemis and Holly in it (sorry) but it is very important to the rest of the story. This is the only chapter like this in my fic, so for those of you that want Artemis won't have to wait long. Because this hasn't got the main characters in, I'll put up the next chapter very soon :) I know some of you will be put off by the fact that Artemis isn't in this chapter, or you may find it boring, but it is important for the rest of the story. It would also mean a lot to me - as corny as that sounds:)
Just so people know - there is a character called Niamh in this chapter. It is an Irish name and is pronounced Neve. (Don't worry - I didn't understand it at first either.)
Disclaimer - I do not own any of the characters from Artemis Fowl. They all belong to Eoin Colfer.
So here we go...
Artemis Fowl : The Wedding Documents
by Aquarico
Chapter One
Niamh
Every fairy, including the demon family, around the world knows of the great war between the Mud People and the People. Most look back on it in disgust. Because of it, they were forced to live underground, where there was no natural light and there was always the risk that the Mud Men would find them, and in turn, destroy them.
It seems strange then, that the People's ruler at the time should go so unnoticed. Very few knew of King Frond's emotional battle with himself, during the battle with the humans. Perhaps it was because of the improper nature of his problem, or maybe no one cared. Whatever the reason, the effects of it, which took place hundreds of years later, would certainly go down in history.
During the war, Frond spent most of his time in Ireland, organising his troops and suffering the increasing blows of defeat. He had been merely ninety-six years old at the time. Frond was a spritely elf with many ambitions in life, but had never known love until that one day. The day he met her. The day that ended up spelling disaster for the faiy race.
He had just sent many troops to Scotland and was taking a well deserved break by a river. He washed his face in the cool water, and relaxed at the base of a large oak. He spotted a hut in the distance and gazed at it cautiously. He watched as a figure left the house and made it's way to the river. As the figure drew closer he could make out the long, dark hair that cascaded down her back, and large brown eyes that sparkled with immense beauty.
His eyes followed the young woman intently, his heart racing. He had never felt this way before. He was unsure what was happening to him. He was drawn to her and soon found himself getting up and striding towards her.
He introduced himself timidly and she smiled a simple, friendly smile that could not have been more pure. She did not seem startled by his appearance in the slightest. He inquired as to her name.
"Niamh," she said calmly. "My name is Niamh."
They spoke for many hours until Frond was faced with a number of troops. He wished her farewell and left, his head floating amoung the clouds. His troops waited for him to arrive patiently. When he appeared his face was alight with happiness. The troops were excited. One asked, "Have we won, your majesty?"
Frond furrowed his eyebrows at this question, but his smile widened. "No, no, you silly boy. We have not won."
The soldier frowned. "You are happy that we are not victorious, your majesty?" They were all confused by his dazed expression. Some feared that the Mud Men had kidnapped him and messed with his brain.
"What?" he chirruped. "No, of course I am not happy that we are losing. But I am delighted..."
He spun on the spot and a few of his men backed away.
"I am delighted... for I am to be married."
Everything for the People went downhill from that point. All their leader would do was talk about his new found love. He made careless mistakes in his planning for battles and lost more than a quarter of his men. And when it was announced that it was a Mud Girl that he was to marry disaster struck.
Men refused to fight while Frond was in charge and most could not take him seriously. Frond became so involved with Niamh that he was unaware that he had lost the war. When he was forced underground by his own people he screamed and ordered that they released him, distraught. His son tried to help.
"Father," he began. "You can never see that girl again. She is dead as far as we are concerned."
Frond shook his head. "No, son. I am to marry her. Take me back above ground at once."
"Your majesty," exclaimed the heir in dismay. "I cannot. You will be stripped of your powers and be forced to decline from the throne. I cannot allow that."
Frond spent years grieving over Niamh. Not a day went passed when he did not mention her. His people were worried for his health and their future, until evantually, on his two hundredth birthday, he was allowed above ground. His son accompanied him. Perhaps this would put an end to his on going desire to marry the girl.
He searched for Niamh for days. His heart sank as he discovered that the hut where she had lived was no longer there. He called out for her, his heart yearning to see her again. Her slim frame and dark locks that blew elegantly in the breeze were still clearly pictured in his mind's eye.
"Where is she, son?" he asked anxiously.
His son did not say anything in return, he simply pointed at a gravestone in the ground, near to where the house had once been situated. Frond read the inscription with growing horror.
Niamh,
A beautiful girl,
Whom we shall never forget.
May God look after your soul.
Hot tears spilled from his eyes, in realisation. There was to be no marriage after all. His son spoke quietly at his shoulder, tears springing from his own eyes as he witnessed his father's sorrow.
"The war was over a hundred years ago. I'm sorry, Father. Niamh is gone."
Frond went back underground and refused to speak to anyone. He had lost his true love once, and now he had lost her all over again. To him, she had died twice. He now knew the meaning of a broken heart and cried out in desperation while he lay on his bed. Not even his son could comfort him.
Many months later, King Frond travelled above ground once more. His son, as he had before, offered to come with him, but the king refused him as, he had explained, it was important business that he needed to take care of on his own. He told no one where he was going and many worried that he had gone to take his own life.
To everyone's relief, he returned, unharmed, within two days, quietly satisfied. On his trip he had left something, somewhere in the world, that would help a couple who were caught in the same predicament as he had been. He told only his son what he had done, and he only did this on his death bed. His son was horrified and immediately sent tens of LEP officers above ground to find what had been left, but every single one came back empty handed.
Little did Frond know when he died, that what he had hidden above ground would help a human boy and a female elf, a most unusual couple, in one of the most daring challenges of their life. He had no idea, as life escaped him, what dangers would occur when the Wedding Documents were discovered.
Hope you enjoyed it. Will update soon. Please review and it may be even sooner. :P