*A/N*: I do not own Lord of the Rings or any of the names or characters
used in Tolkien's wonderful stories (though none have been used...yet), but
Calathi and all other characters are copyright 2002 Meghan.
Please review this! It is my first story, though it is not totally original, I got some ideas from other stories I have read. More of my own ideas will appear later on in this, and I am posting it as I write. I hope you enjoy it!
Chapter One
The elven maiden rolled over in her bed, trying to fall asleep unsuccessfully. She was still angry and frustrated by what her father had said earlier. He had forbidden her from training with the other male elves anymore. She shuddered, thinking of the constricting gowns she would soon be forced to wear while learning to become a lady. *Why couldn't he just understand?*
She flipped her pillow, still wet from her previous tears, which had finally stopped falling, over and desperately tried to clear her mind so she could get some sleep. She would need plenty of energy to devise a plan to make her father change is mind. She could not become a lady of the court, at all costs.
* * * *
Remelith looked at her daughter, who was leaning against a tree in the garden, and knew that something was wrong. Calathi rarely sat idly or alone, but today she was doing both. Her lustrous dark brown hair hung loosely over her shoulders, and her eyes were red and puffy, as though she had been crying. "Daughter, what is troubling you?" she asked softly. "You are not yourself today."
"That is because father has told me not to be," Calathi answered, her eyes filling with a fresh wave of tears, though she tried valiantly to keep them from falling. "Oh mother, I do not want to be a lady!" she finally sobbed, the tears streaming down her face.
"There, there, child." Remelith knelt beside her weeping daughter and put comforting arms around her. "Your father only wants what is best for you."
"But mother, he does not understand. I would much rather be a member of the royal guard than find a husband and settle down as a lady." Calathi had temporarily stopped crying to gaze at her mother with pleading eyes. Remelith's heart broke at the sight of her daughter's distress. "Besides," she sniffled, "you know I am as good as any of the other elves in Ilinar. I cannot just stand by and watch my homeland be ravaged by rogues and orcs!"
"Yes, I surely know that." Tears fell once more from Calathi. "Please, daughter, stop your crying, you'll wear yourself out to nothing," Remelith said as she gently drew her daughter to her feet. "Come, let us go for a walk. It will help to clear your mind. I shall try to talk to your father."
A hint of a smile showed on Calathi's lips. * Oh, please let her be able to convince him,* she thought. Then the two strode onto a path leading through the forest and disappeared.
Please review this! It is my first story, though it is not totally original, I got some ideas from other stories I have read. More of my own ideas will appear later on in this, and I am posting it as I write. I hope you enjoy it!
Chapter One
The elven maiden rolled over in her bed, trying to fall asleep unsuccessfully. She was still angry and frustrated by what her father had said earlier. He had forbidden her from training with the other male elves anymore. She shuddered, thinking of the constricting gowns she would soon be forced to wear while learning to become a lady. *Why couldn't he just understand?*
She flipped her pillow, still wet from her previous tears, which had finally stopped falling, over and desperately tried to clear her mind so she could get some sleep. She would need plenty of energy to devise a plan to make her father change is mind. She could not become a lady of the court, at all costs.
* * * *
Remelith looked at her daughter, who was leaning against a tree in the garden, and knew that something was wrong. Calathi rarely sat idly or alone, but today she was doing both. Her lustrous dark brown hair hung loosely over her shoulders, and her eyes were red and puffy, as though she had been crying. "Daughter, what is troubling you?" she asked softly. "You are not yourself today."
"That is because father has told me not to be," Calathi answered, her eyes filling with a fresh wave of tears, though she tried valiantly to keep them from falling. "Oh mother, I do not want to be a lady!" she finally sobbed, the tears streaming down her face.
"There, there, child." Remelith knelt beside her weeping daughter and put comforting arms around her. "Your father only wants what is best for you."
"But mother, he does not understand. I would much rather be a member of the royal guard than find a husband and settle down as a lady." Calathi had temporarily stopped crying to gaze at her mother with pleading eyes. Remelith's heart broke at the sight of her daughter's distress. "Besides," she sniffled, "you know I am as good as any of the other elves in Ilinar. I cannot just stand by and watch my homeland be ravaged by rogues and orcs!"
"Yes, I surely know that." Tears fell once more from Calathi. "Please, daughter, stop your crying, you'll wear yourself out to nothing," Remelith said as she gently drew her daughter to her feet. "Come, let us go for a walk. It will help to clear your mind. I shall try to talk to your father."
A hint of a smile showed on Calathi's lips. * Oh, please let her be able to convince him,* she thought. Then the two strode onto a path leading through the forest and disappeared.