Lord of the Rings and The Hobbit-Imagines and Oneshots

Fili- Romeo and Juliet pt. 2

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Ache- sore and fresh. It still remained from the tongue-lashing you had received from your father, King Thranduil, just over two weeks ago. The whipping had landed in the core of your sensitive heart, and you feared you would never heal from it as long as you did not see Fili, the dwarf you had fallen madly in love with over the course of a single night, again. 

You lay awake, unblinking, as you reflected on your situation just as you had done the night before. And the night before that. And the night before that, and so on. 

You flinched and took in a sharp breath as Falion, your fiance by force, turned in his sleep and subconsciously draped an arm over your midsection. His touch wasn't painful, only unwanted, especially since your thoughts surrounded another man. 

Thranduil had solidly planned your wedding to Falion right after your heated and drunk argument, and still held to his promise to wed you to the pure Sindar-blooded ellon. Considering the wedding was next week, Thranduil had ordered for Falion to share a bed with you so he could make sure you weren't doing anything rash and you could get used to him, and, if things went the king's way, you would fall for him. Royal elven customs prohibited a royal to physically bind to their mate - be it arranged or not - before the ceremony. But Thranduil had given you and Falion permission to bend this rule if it you became attracted to Falion before the wedding (he was already attracted to you). Anything to keep you willingly in line. So far, there had been no touching between the two of you, and Falion respected your boundaries with a heavy heart. Even so, the two of you would have to bind to each other the night of your wedding. It was the last step to the ceremony, and without doing so, you wouldn't be married. 

To say the least, this had been a very awkward conversation between you, your fiance, and your father. Awkward and uncomfortable. 

Careful not to wake him, you lifted Falion's fingers off your waist and let them flop back onto his side of the mattress. 

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The day of your wedding.

There was no need for the maids to apply make-up to make your face look paler; the blood in your heart refused to travel this morning. You were white as a ghost. You wore your deceased mother's gown. It had been your dream ever since you were a child to wear it on the day you wed your one true love, but that was not this day. You were to be married to an ellon with pure intentions, but you did love him, and you would not fulfill your dream today, and by the wrath of your father, you never would. 

Speaking of Morgoth, Thranduil entered the room, dressed in fine robes and his leafy crown, ready to walk you down the aisle. There was a strained smile on his lips. You knew as well as he did that he understood that his pathetic plan to make you fall for Falion had failed miserably. He knew he was sending you into a life of unhappiness that you would never forgive him for, yet he still wouldn't call of the wedding. He didn't even mention it. He was determined to continue the pure Sindar bloodline that had dominated his and your ancestry for all time. 

"There is my blushing bride of a daughter!" he cried with joy as he placed his hands on your collar bone. This was clearly a forced act. "You look just like your mother." That wasn't true. Your mother had truly been a blushing bride, overjoyed on the day she married Thranduil. Your face was strained of color and your heart strained of love. You did not smile back at him, only bore your glassy eyes into his, mentally cursing him to the fiery depths of Mount Doom.

The maids gushed. This must look oh so romantic to them. Wedding day jitters from a princess who is to marry a handsome nobleman, and being comforted by her father, the king. You ignored their sighs of fascination entirely.