Hi everyone! Another Margaret story, and I think it can stand on its own. I would like to ask, if anyone can beta read for me that would be great. I'm not used to writing in this point of view, so I many need a little help. I just have a few chapters left to finish, so I will post often. Enjoy!


Disclaimer: Credit goes to Tolkien

I stood in front of the mirror, smoothing the sky blue gown around my hips. Silver string wound through my hair that was braided in the style of an elvish maiden. The slippers on my feet were made of cotton with silk surrounding the outside. I always wore the best of the best when we had any sort of festivities Tonight was particularly interesting. There were visitors from the villages on the outskirts of Imladris. Normally we would not dress so extravagantly and hold such a party for visitors, but these were the leaders of their villages, and one of them a Dunedain. The Dunedain was not a village leader, but a friend of Elrond. I have heard so much about theses exiles, but never have I met one of them, one of the great ancestors of Numenor. For the sake of so many guests, Imladris would hold a dinner. And a grand one it would be.

I made my way to Glorfindel's room, and knocked lightly. He step out, dressed handsomely in a tunic and leggings. But no boots.

"Glorfindel," I said with a smile, " You are missing something." He put on a confused face and looked about him.

"Ai!" he said running in his room. A moment later he produced a pair of brown leather boots that seemed to have been recently cleaned. I giggled slightly. There was a particular elf- maiden that Glorfindel seems to have taken a liking to. I knew she would be there tonight.

Glorfindel took my hand, and we made our way to the dinning hall. I walked in, looking over the decorations and candles and foods that were displayed throughout the room. Casually, but in the utmost proper form, I strolled to where my seat usually would have been. Usually.

I had just sat down, when I heard a voice. The voice of Elrond.

" Margaret," he said quietly, " You are in one of the guests seats."

"What?" I asked in confusion.

" We have many honored guests here tonight. You are in one of the guests seats."

I felt my face grow hot, and looked to see the face of an equally embarrassed man.

" I hope I am not putting you out miss," he said with sincerity.

" No no," I stammered, " I just was..."

"Please," said Elrond, "Sit down. It is no trouble at all."

Quickly, I mumbled a sorry and moved away. Or tried to move away. But something caught my attention. Glorfindel had pulled out my chair for me, which was a few seats down because of the guests, but that wasn't it. It was the boy who was seated across the table. I had seen only one other human being my age since my coming to Imladris. And he was nothing like this one.

I tried to move toward where Glorfindel stood waiting, but as I did so one of the servers turned to leave with the food and crashed right into me. The plates and cups that the server held spilled over my head and on the floor. I heard the glass shatter around me and felt the liquid drench over my head from the half empty wine bottles. My face, I knew was redder than a rose flower. When I looked up, everyone was staring at me. Elrond and Erestor in some bit of horror, Glorfindel with pity and a tiny bit of concern, and the boy. The boy with the brown hair and blue eyes. The boy trying not to laugh at me. Not knowing what else to do, excused myself, and walked as fast as possible to my room.

An hour after I had cleaned up and changed, I heard a knock on the door. I told whoever it was to come in, figuring it would be Glorfindel, but it wasn't. It was Sulwen, my caretaker when I was younger.

"Hello child," she said with a warm smile. I stayed silent, knowing that she was only trying to comfort me. Comfort would not be found tonight. I was humiliated.

" Come back out to the festivities. The music is fantastic, and the visitors curious as to how you came about living in the realm of elves."

" I cannot," I said, " I wish not to appear."

" Margaret," Sulwen said again, " Glorfindel requires your presence."

"What!" I asked unhappily. So I would be ordered then, to return. " And where is Lord Glorfindel?"

Sulwen frowned at my tone. " Do not speak so, Margaret. He has duties to attend to. As do you. Stop being an elfling and come. I think you will find that no one even recalls the mishaps."

I knew that wasn't entirely true. Elves never dropped, slipped, or stumbled with anything or anyone. It was uncommon that the dinner be so disrupted. But I followed her out my door, this time wearing a green gown that was just as nice, but not as impressive as the blue one.

The rest of the evening went by relatively incident free, but I stayed away from most people. I found my gaze constantly slipping toward where the boy sat with another man watching Lindir play the harp. I don't know why, but something about this boy drew my interest.