Authors Notes: If you wonder why I write such short chapters, it's because
I want you all to have something of mine to read, more quickly; if you read
my work at all. ;)
- Later that evening, in Rivendell -
It was dinner, but it was more like a feast, seeing as we were celebrating the Mid Spring Calaobina, as the Elves called it. Since it was raining outside, we had to move the festivities inside.
I looked up, and almost jumped. Sitting before me was Legolas, the Elven Prince of Mirkwood. He saw my surprise, and laughed good-naturedly. His sapphire eyes flashed in the light of the room, as he held out a pale slender hand to me.
'Hello, Estel. I am Legolas.'
I was entranced by his voice, almost that I didn't notice the two odd things that he had said. He had called me Estel, and yet, he did not know me. I noticed also that he refrained from remaining me of his rank as a Prince. So wrapped up with these thoughts that I didn't notice Legolas' hand until he cleared his throat. Hearing this noise, I quickly took his hand in a handshake of greeting.
'Hello, Prince Legolas. We have not met before..?' I said, my voice trailing off, waiting for his reply.
Legolas grimaced when I said his name. 'You can drop the formality, Legolas will suffice,' He said, and I inwardly winced. 'No, Estel, we have not met, but we all here know you as the fostered son of Elrond Peredhil.' He says this as if he knows my thoughts. It makes a shiver go down my spine, but he doesn't seem to notice.
I just smiled, trying to recover, hoping that Legolas did not notice my shiver. He smiled back, and said nothing more, and I relaxed inwardly. I felt a blush creep into my cheeks, and hurriedly excused myself, not wanting the Prince to see my flush.
- Later that evening, in Rivendell -
It was dinner, but it was more like a feast, seeing as we were celebrating the Mid Spring Calaobina, as the Elves called it. Since it was raining outside, we had to move the festivities inside.
I looked up, and almost jumped. Sitting before me was Legolas, the Elven Prince of Mirkwood. He saw my surprise, and laughed good-naturedly. His sapphire eyes flashed in the light of the room, as he held out a pale slender hand to me.
'Hello, Estel. I am Legolas.'
I was entranced by his voice, almost that I didn't notice the two odd things that he had said. He had called me Estel, and yet, he did not know me. I noticed also that he refrained from remaining me of his rank as a Prince. So wrapped up with these thoughts that I didn't notice Legolas' hand until he cleared his throat. Hearing this noise, I quickly took his hand in a handshake of greeting.
'Hello, Prince Legolas. We have not met before..?' I said, my voice trailing off, waiting for his reply.
Legolas grimaced when I said his name. 'You can drop the formality, Legolas will suffice,' He said, and I inwardly winced. 'No, Estel, we have not met, but we all here know you as the fostered son of Elrond Peredhil.' He says this as if he knows my thoughts. It makes a shiver go down my spine, but he doesn't seem to notice.
I just smiled, trying to recover, hoping that Legolas did not notice my shiver. He smiled back, and said nothing more, and I relaxed inwardly. I felt a blush creep into my cheeks, and hurriedly excused myself, not wanting the Prince to see my flush.
