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We're just going to address a couple of you reviewers (We don't really have time to do you all, sorry, but thank you so much! Keep reading!)
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CHAPTER 4
After breakfast, Legolas and Enellewyn walked outside into the gardens. Their good outlook on their plan had become bleak after they had been told that the wedding would take place in just fourteen days.
"Well? What do we do now?" asked Enellewyn gloomily.
Legolas took a deep breath before replying, "I have no idea."
"Ugh! That's it! Our fate is sealed! We're going to get married, and I'm going to be a-a a princess! I can't even think about it!" Enellewyn shouted hysterically.
"Then don't think about it," said Legolas matter-of-factly.
"Are you nuts? Are you even aware that you are going to be my future husband in less than two weeks?"
Legolas's face contorted into an expression of worry as he realized the consequences of the marriage.
"Oh by the Valar! You're right! Think of something!
Enellewyn was just about to say that she had no clue as to what to do when a maid walked up to them timidly. She turned to Enellewyn.
"Excuse me, but your mother requests that you come back to the palace to be fitted for your dress. She requests that Prince Legolas should come in to be fitted also."
"Already?" Enellewyn was on the verge of tears. (Which is saying a lot, since the last time Enellewyn Silverleaf cried, it was when she was but a child. The new bow that she had gotten for her birthday had broken in half.)
"I'm afraid so Miss," answered the maid, not sure what else to say.
"Come, it will all work out. We just have to work faster," whispered Legolas as he led her towards the gate.
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They followed the maid until they came to a stop in front of two doors. She directed Legolas into one, and led Enellewyn into the other that was adjacent to it.
When Enellewyn walked through the door, the first sight that greeted her was of her mother, sifting through many different kinds of fabric.
"Enellewyn dear! Which one would you prefer?" her mother asked with glee.
She was holding up a piece of pink fabric, with flowered embroidery and many bows that looked like they had been placed randomly all along the cloth. She was also holding a piece of white fabric with beaded embroidery and lace trim.
"Neither," Enellewyn replied curtly.
"But this pink one is just so beautiful! Won't you just wear it?" exclaimed her mother.
"Yes mother, I'll wear it. And then I'll just throw away all of my good clothes to make way for more of those ugly dresses. Maybe I'll throw away all of my weapons too. And while I'm at it, I'll quit riding, archery, and all of the other fulfilling activities that I like to do so that I can sit around and start complaining about my hair!"
"Really? Wonderful!" her mother said happily.
"I wasn't serious!"
"Oh Enellewyn, we don't need your sarcasm," said her mother with a look of exasperation.
She began a quiet conversation with the seamstress in rapid Elvish, telling her to use the repulsive pink fabric to make the dress. She was speaking in barely above a whisper. Obviously, she was trying to conceal her decision from her daughter. It was pointless though. Enellewyn heard every word. She was an elf, after all.
"Oh no. Oh no. I will not wear that disgusting thing! I won't!" Enellewyn knew that she sounded like a whiny little child, but if that was the way to get out of wearing a hideous piece of clothing, then so be it.
"But Enellewyn dear, it suits you."
"No, no it doesn't. If you want something that suits me, then give me some trousers and a tunic to wear to my wedding."
"Don't be silly. You're wearing it."
Her mother's voice had an edge to it, and when she spoke, Enellewyn knew that she was fighting a losing battle.
"Fine! Fine! I'll wear the ugly thing!" she shouted.
Her mother's face immediately lit up with joy. "Splendid!" She directed the seamstress toward her daughter, with fabric in hand.
They began the long, tedious task of fitting Enellewyn for her dress. They took her measurements and began to pin the fabric up. Just looking at herself in the full-length mirror made Enellewyn cringe with disgust.
Finally, they finished. The seamstress told them that the dress would be ready in time for the wedding, and not to worry about the short notice. Enellewyn hopped off the stool and stretched. She walked over to the door. Someone had been leaning against it and when she opened it, the person fell across her feet.
Legolas was lying on the floor in the doorway. He rubbed his head and looked up at her.
"How did it go?" he inquired, still laying on the floorboards in a heap.
"Horrible. My mother is making me wear this revolting dress. And do you want to know the best part? IT'S PINK!" Enellewyn shouted.
"Oh it looks great on you dear!" said her mother from across the room.
"It looks great on you dear," Enellewyn mocked in a high-pitched voice.
She stormed out of the room, stepping on Legolas as she went. Her friend cringed, got up off the floor, and followed. Legolas hated to admit it, but he was beginning to think that Enellewyn was being a bit childish.
"Enellewyn! Stop!"
Enellewyn halted and her back tensed.
"Do you not think that you are being a bit immature about this?" he asked her cautiously. This was not a matter to take lightly. He knew better than that.
Despite his efforts, she blew up (not literally of course).
"Me? Immature? Oh that's funny. Hilarious! I am not immature!" she exclaimed.
Legolas crossed his arms and gave her a look that said, is-this-you-when- you-are-mature?
"I DON'T WANT TO GET MARRIED!"
Enellewyn had begun bawling hysterically.
Legolas walked over and hugged her. He sat her on the floor and spoke.
"Calm yourself.
Like I said before, we just have to work together at it. If you keep crying like that, we'll be married before you can say Lle holma ve' edan." (A/N- Translated, that means, you smell like a human.)
Enellewyn sniffled. "What are you saying? I was not crying."
"Oh really? Then what do you call this?" Legolas began to imitate Enellewyn's frantic sobs.
"Oh come off it," Enellewyn smiled, and punched him playfully in the arm.
Legolas smiled. Tomorrow, they would begin their planning.
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We know that Enellewyn and Legolas's dialogue isn't really characteristic of their time and place, but we want this story to be funny, and to give you the sense that they are both young and adventurous
REVIEW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Thank you to all of our lovely reviewers! I just want to thank all the little people.
We're just going to address a couple of you reviewers (We don't really have time to do you all, sorry, but thank you so much! Keep reading!)
Lady Laswen-Thank you! We would love some of your suggestions as to how to ruin a wedding. Just post them up in your next review! And don't worry; they wont fall in love.
Sweet A.K- Thanks for all of your reviews, and sticking with us from the beginning. Keep reading!
CHAPTER 4
After breakfast, Legolas and Enellewyn walked outside into the gardens. Their good outlook on their plan had become bleak after they had been told that the wedding would take place in just fourteen days.
"Well? What do we do now?" asked Enellewyn gloomily.
Legolas took a deep breath before replying, "I have no idea."
"Ugh! That's it! Our fate is sealed! We're going to get married, and I'm going to be a-a a princess! I can't even think about it!" Enellewyn shouted hysterically.
"Then don't think about it," said Legolas matter-of-factly.
"Are you nuts? Are you even aware that you are going to be my future husband in less than two weeks?"
Legolas's face contorted into an expression of worry as he realized the consequences of the marriage.
"Oh by the Valar! You're right! Think of something!
Enellewyn was just about to say that she had no clue as to what to do when a maid walked up to them timidly. She turned to Enellewyn.
"Excuse me, but your mother requests that you come back to the palace to be fitted for your dress. She requests that Prince Legolas should come in to be fitted also."
"Already?" Enellewyn was on the verge of tears. (Which is saying a lot, since the last time Enellewyn Silverleaf cried, it was when she was but a child. The new bow that she had gotten for her birthday had broken in half.)
"I'm afraid so Miss," answered the maid, not sure what else to say.
"Come, it will all work out. We just have to work faster," whispered Legolas as he led her towards the gate.
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They followed the maid until they came to a stop in front of two doors. She directed Legolas into one, and led Enellewyn into the other that was adjacent to it.
When Enellewyn walked through the door, the first sight that greeted her was of her mother, sifting through many different kinds of fabric.
"Enellewyn dear! Which one would you prefer?" her mother asked with glee.
She was holding up a piece of pink fabric, with flowered embroidery and many bows that looked like they had been placed randomly all along the cloth. She was also holding a piece of white fabric with beaded embroidery and lace trim.
"Neither," Enellewyn replied curtly.
"But this pink one is just so beautiful! Won't you just wear it?" exclaimed her mother.
"Yes mother, I'll wear it. And then I'll just throw away all of my good clothes to make way for more of those ugly dresses. Maybe I'll throw away all of my weapons too. And while I'm at it, I'll quit riding, archery, and all of the other fulfilling activities that I like to do so that I can sit around and start complaining about my hair!"
"Really? Wonderful!" her mother said happily.
"I wasn't serious!"
"Oh Enellewyn, we don't need your sarcasm," said her mother with a look of exasperation.
She began a quiet conversation with the seamstress in rapid Elvish, telling her to use the repulsive pink fabric to make the dress. She was speaking in barely above a whisper. Obviously, she was trying to conceal her decision from her daughter. It was pointless though. Enellewyn heard every word. She was an elf, after all.
"Oh no. Oh no. I will not wear that disgusting thing! I won't!" Enellewyn knew that she sounded like a whiny little child, but if that was the way to get out of wearing a hideous piece of clothing, then so be it.
"But Enellewyn dear, it suits you."
"No, no it doesn't. If you want something that suits me, then give me some trousers and a tunic to wear to my wedding."
"Don't be silly. You're wearing it."
Her mother's voice had an edge to it, and when she spoke, Enellewyn knew that she was fighting a losing battle.
"Fine! Fine! I'll wear the ugly thing!" she shouted.
Her mother's face immediately lit up with joy. "Splendid!" She directed the seamstress toward her daughter, with fabric in hand.
They began the long, tedious task of fitting Enellewyn for her dress. They took her measurements and began to pin the fabric up. Just looking at herself in the full-length mirror made Enellewyn cringe with disgust.
Finally, they finished. The seamstress told them that the dress would be ready in time for the wedding, and not to worry about the short notice. Enellewyn hopped off the stool and stretched. She walked over to the door. Someone had been leaning against it and when she opened it, the person fell across her feet.
Legolas was lying on the floor in the doorway. He rubbed his head and looked up at her.
"How did it go?" he inquired, still laying on the floorboards in a heap.
"Horrible. My mother is making me wear this revolting dress. And do you want to know the best part? IT'S PINK!" Enellewyn shouted.
"Oh it looks great on you dear!" said her mother from across the room.
"It looks great on you dear," Enellewyn mocked in a high-pitched voice.
She stormed out of the room, stepping on Legolas as she went. Her friend cringed, got up off the floor, and followed. Legolas hated to admit it, but he was beginning to think that Enellewyn was being a bit childish.
"Enellewyn! Stop!"
Enellewyn halted and her back tensed.
"Do you not think that you are being a bit immature about this?" he asked her cautiously. This was not a matter to take lightly. He knew better than that.
Despite his efforts, she blew up (not literally of course).
"Me? Immature? Oh that's funny. Hilarious! I am not immature!" she exclaimed.
Legolas crossed his arms and gave her a look that said, is-this-you-when- you-are-mature?
"I DON'T WANT TO GET MARRIED!"
Enellewyn had begun bawling hysterically.
Legolas walked over and hugged her. He sat her on the floor and spoke.
"Calm yourself.
Like I said before, we just have to work together at it. If you keep crying like that, we'll be married before you can say Lle holma ve' edan." (A/N- Translated, that means, you smell like a human.)
Enellewyn sniffled. "What are you saying? I was not crying."
"Oh really? Then what do you call this?" Legolas began to imitate Enellewyn's frantic sobs.
"Oh come off it," Enellewyn smiled, and punched him playfully in the arm.
Legolas smiled. Tomorrow, they would begin their planning.
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We know that Enellewyn and Legolas's dialogue isn't really characteristic of their time and place, but we want this story to be funny, and to give you the sense that they are both young and adventurous
REVIEW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!