The Arranged Marriage

Prologue

Yavanna's Pov

So, this is how the Gods will punish me? By making me marry someone whom I do not love? Someone who've I've never met, but I heard he is the Prince of Mirkwood, son of Thranduil. Legolas Greenleaf, that self-centered prick. Ever since he laid eyes on me, all I've gotten where glares and scoffs from him. What did I ever do to him? Is it that I look repulsing? Is it that my family is not as rich as his? These thoughts made my eyes water, almost ruining my makeup that the maid who dressed me quickly took noticed and fixed me up. As I gazed in the mirror I hardly recognized myself. My once pale skin was now a creamy flesh color, making me look healthy and well rested. My blue eyes popped out against my now creamy colored skin. As I looked myself up and down in the mirror, I could see the changes that made it look as though I was a different person. My long black hair that once fell down my back is now up and in a bun on the top of my head, fastened with multiple pins. You could barely see my ears poking through the mass of hair on top of my head. The dress that I was given was to help show off my figure, which it did little to no help. I looked down myself, watching the dress skip along the floor every time I swayed, the silk like material flowing like a flag in a light wind. I took one last look at myself, and I barely had any curves like they had been hoping for. I almost look like a box compared to some of the maids. The wedding music soon interrupted my thoughts, pulling me back into reality. Soon I'll be out there, and then taken from my home and put in that hideous castle. Soon I'll be gone, and so will my freedom. I always thought my wedding day was supposed to be happy, but I feel like I've been caught in the tide, and cast out to sea. As I walked down the aisle, I felt like I was gonna throw up. Why didn't I object when I had the chance? I guess I was just hopeful in the beginning, but now I just want to run away and disappear forever. I kept my gaze down as I heard my father whisper to me, "Everything will be alright dear, you don't have to fully love him, it's for our kingdom love". That's right, I'm not yet fully capable of ruling the kingdom ever since my mother died. I nodded and look up at my future husband, he had a fake smile, I know he did because all I saw in his eyes was pure hatred. I wanted to cry. Soon I stood in front of Legolas, but I kept my gaze away. As soon as we said our vows, we shared a quick kiss. Today, I am no longer a free elf.