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Mordor Is No Place For An Elven Princess-Chapter 2Thenidiel and Legolas approached their father’s throne and bowed, waiting for the king to speak. They stood silently, hands clasped behind their backs. Glancing over, Thenidiel noticed that Legolas was wearing his forest coloured hunting clothing, with his bow hung across his back and one shoulder. She narrowed her eyes, Of course, he can get away with such attire. I am stuck in these irritating gowns. Legolas caught her gaze and tilted his head to the side, slightly, silently asking what was troubling her.Mordor Is No Place For An Elven Princess-Chapter 2 by daughterofDionysus
King Thranduil sat up straight and cleared his throat to gain the attention of his children, “Lord Elrond has sent for representatives from over Middle Earth to hold council at Rivendell. It appears an old threat has arisen.” The king stood, “Legolas, you know what has happened to the creature, Gollum. I need you to ride as my representative. You will pack and leave in three days. And do pack proper clothing. You are a prince.”
“Adar, I, to
Mordor Is No Place For An Elven PrincessThenidiel Thranduiliel was a warrior, like her brother, father and the guards she considered friends. She was great with a bow, though not as perfect a shot as Legolas. When she was 200 years old she had started training in self defense with Tauriel, a rising soldier in the Mirkwood guard. King Thranduil had only permitted this of his only daughter after the Queen had died not two months earlier from an orc attack on a hunting trip.Mordor Is No Place For An Elven Princess by daughterofDionysus
As a princess, Thenidiel had a different role. She was to stand by her father’s throne as he greeted any guests or held meetings in the company of royal advisors. Or she chatted idly with guests during celebrations. At the times she wasn’t at her father’s side or training with Tauriel, she would be in her room with her tutors. It was a much different expectation of the royal family than the other Silvan elves of the kingdom. They had all had private studies and tutors, along with weaponry and training to hunt and fight in the guard.
I Can't Wait to Possibly See YouCourfeyrac had always noticed her sitting in the back of the cafe during their meetings. Every meeting she would be there right as it started. She sat there, staring at Enjolras entranced by his words. They gave her hope. Hope that she could finally escape her father. Hope that she could give her brother a better life. Hope that France would change for the better.I Can't Wait to Possibly See You by daughterofDionysus
One day, however, Courfeyrac arrived an hour early and was surprised to see a familiar girl sitting alone. Silently, he walked over and sat down across from her at the small table.
“Hello, mademoiselle. What are you doing sitting all alone?”
She looked up in alarm at the voice, relaxing when she saw he did not seem threatening, “I myself cannot answer that question, m'sieur,” and met his gaze.
“Well, do you mind if I sat with you?” He asked
“Not at all, m’sieur,” She smiled at him.
Courfeyrac pulled out the chair and sat down, “I’ve seen you before. What’
I'll Be Damned If I Love You (But I Do Anyway) “I don’t know, okay?! I don’t know how I feel, and I don’t understand why I act the way I do!”I'll Be Damned If I Love You (But I Do Anyway) by daughterofDionysus
The barricades had fallen only two weeks prior, and everything was getting out of hand. Grantaire and Enjolras had been fighting an increasing amount before Grantaire finally left, leaving behind his friends (or who was left of them). This event had affected Gavroche an unimaginable amount, which had Enjolras staying up all night, every night, to comfort his adopted son. The next three days were stressful for Joly, Marius, Prouvaire, and Courfeyrac as they had to support Enjolras, who could not walk due to injuries from the barricade, and Gavroche at the same time. On the fourth day, they found Grantaire. He was a wreck, sitting drunk in the park, not knowing if he should cry or curse out the world. It was here, that Gavroche completely fell apart. Grantaire was leaving Paris for good, possibly even France. Enjolras and Gavroche had wanted him to stay, and
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