❝you cannot be serious, you'll kill us all!❞
❝hey I never said it was a good idea!❞
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𝙄𝙣 𝙬𝙝𝙞𝙘𝙝,
The faerie princess finds herself on a mission to save middle-earth with the most unlikely group.
❴ Fellowship of the Ri...
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THE GRAND HALL of Caralis, adorned with shimmering leaves and vines, fell silent as Queen Taneisha's voice echoed through the air.
"Liairse," she began, her eyes holding a mixture of command and something softer—perhaps regret. "You are to be wed to Legolas, son of King Thranduil."
The world seemed to tilt on its axis. I blinked, certain I had misheard. My twin brother, Khellan, stood frozen, his usual smirk replaced by wide-eyed shock. Beside him, my dearest friend Aine looked between the queen and me, her face a mirror of my own disbelief.
"I... I'm sorry, Mother, but I must have misheard you," I stammered, my voice barely above a whisper. "You want me to do what exactly?"
Queen Taneisha sighed, a flicker of impatience crossing her regal features. "You are to wed Legolas, my dear. You've met him several times; he is a fine suitor."
The weight of her words crashed over me like a tidal wave. Memories of the Elven prince flashed through my mind—polite smiles at formal dinners, brief exchanges during visits. But a husband? The very idea seemed absurd.
"That isn't the point," I implored, my voice gaining strength. "Why must I sacrifice my freedom? Surely there are other ways to unite our kingdoms."
My mother's gaze softened, but her resolve remained unshaken. "Liairse, you are the Princess of Faeries. Our alliances with the Elves are vital for the safety of Caralis. This marriage is not just a fine choice—it's necessary for the benefit of all our people."
I cast a desperate glance at Aine, silently pleading for support. She stepped forward, her loyalty to me warring with her respect for the queen. "Your Majesty," she began cautiously, "with all due respect, the Princess raises a valid concern. Might there not be another way to secure our alliance without forcing her into an unwanted marriage?"
Queen Taneisha regarded Aine with a measured gaze. "Aine, my dear, you have always been a voice of reason. However, the future of Caralis hangs in the balance. Sometimes, sacrifices must be made for the greater good."
A spark of desperation ignited within me. "Mother, please reconsider. There must be a way to forge unity without stifling my spirit." I glanced at my brother, an idea forming. "What of Khellan? Since he is the heir, could you not—"
"No," Khellan interjected sharply, his eyes fixed on the floor. The unspoken message was clear: he wanted no part in this.
My mother's expression softened as she descended from her throne, approaching me with measured steps. She took my hands in hers, her touch both comforting and constraining. "I'm sorry, Liairse," she said, her voice tinged with genuine regret. "You are my daughter, the Princess of Faeries. We did not choose Khellan because it was not suitable. There are... other plans for him. You must understand."
