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CHAPTER 7
Enellewyn meandered through the gardens easily. Lately it had become her favorite spot to think and relax.
All of a sudden she could hear the voices of two elves conversing merrily.
'Well I can't avoid them forever,' Enellewyn thought. She entered the small courtyard and Elladan and Elrohir looked up at her.
"Enellewyn, we were just talking about you!" Elrohir said. Ever since yesterday Enellewyn had noticed that Elrohir wore a gold ring on his index finger. Elladan, however, wore no jewelry.
"We didn't think you'd be out and about. El and I thought you would be with the prince," Elladan said, using his nickname for his identical brother. He wiggled his dark eyebrows.
Enellewyn sat down on a stone bench opposite her two mischievous friends.
"Well, the truth is," Enellewyn hesitated. 'Should I tell them?' she debated with herself. 'They wouldn't tell. Would they?' She finally came to a conclusion.
"The truth of it is, Legolas and I are not getting married because we want to," Enellewyn said at last. Elladan looked at his mirror image.
"Well of course we knew that. Legolas's Ada told our Ada, and after much begging, he told Elrohir, Arwen, and me," Elladan said matter-of-factly.
"Oh," Enellewyn said, not knowing if there was anything else in particular that needed saying.
"If you both aren't getting married on your own, Legolas must've cooked up some kind of wild plan to sabotage your little betrothal," Elladan said evenly.
"You can trust us," Elrohir added. Enellewyn bit her bottom lip nervously. She couldn't keep it a secret forever. So it wouldn't hurt.
"Legolas came up with a plan to sabotage our wedding. And then he sparked my mind and I thought that we could-" Just then a loud crash sounded, blocking out the sound of Enellewyn's voice as she told Elladan and Elrohir of what they were to do with the cake.
"That's brilliant!" Elladan and Elrohir said at the same time.
"But," Elrohir said, leaving off, giving Enellewyn a skeptical look.
"But what?" Enellewyn asked.
"You can't possibly interfere with a wedding with only that idea," Elladan said, finishing his brother's thought. "Especially when you're going against the wishes of King Thranduil."
"So that's why you're going to need our help," Elladan said, crossing his arms.
"Do you have any bright ideas?" Enellewyn said sardonically.
"As a matter of fact, yes," Elrohir said.
"Do you now?" Enellewyn said, intrigued. Elrohir proceeded to tell Enellewyn his ideas while Elladan threw in his own.
**
Soon a bell rang signaling lunch and Enellewyn, Elladan, and Elrohir got up from their place on the bench. They began to walk towards the dining hall at a relaxed pace. As they were walking, Legolas sidled up next to her.
"Where were you all day?" Enellewyn asked curiously.
"With the Mirkwood guards. A small band of orcs was discovered. They were all killed, but my Ada requested that it be checked out," Legolas said.
"Yes, lately there have been more orc reports in Imladris than usual," Elladan piped in.
They arrived at the dining hall and entered. Legolas took his seat next to his father and Enellewyn sat down next to him. Lord Elrond was on his other side with Enellewyn's father and mother sitting next to him.
Arwen, Elrohir, and Elladan were seated next to Enellewyn. Food was already set out on silver platters and before long the hall was filled with the clatter of cutlery and the voices of many elves.
Arwen took dainty bites as she ate and Enellewyn tried to make an effort to eat somewhat civilly. She knew that it was one of Arwen's pet peeves. She would be reprimanded sternly for her poor manners anyway. Arwen dabbed at her mouth with the cloth napkin.
"I was wondering if you could show me your wedding dress, Enellewyn," she asked, taking a sip of wine from her goblet.
"I think that the seamstresses are finished with it so I could show you it after lunch. It will be absolutely gruesome though," Enellewyn said, making a face.
"I'm sure it will be very pretty. Your mother has impeccable taste after all," Arwen said, returning to her food.
"Of course she does," Enellewyn mumbled.
"Oh, Enellewyn, don't be so grumpy. Your wedding day is drawing near!" Arwen said cheerfully.
"Joy," Enellewyn said sarcastically. But Arwen hadn't heard her as she was scolding Elladan and Elrohir for their bad table manners.
**
After lunch had ended, Enellewyn and Arwen headed towards the seamstresses. When they got there Enellewyn opened the door. Inside there was a mannequin wearing a pink dress.
"Ugh! It's so ugly!" Enellewyn yelled as she beheld the sight of the pink monstrosity.
"What are you talking about? It's beautiful!" Arwen said. She walked over to it and walked around it. She felt the fabric.
"This is very high quality fabric, Enellewyn," Arwen said seriously. "I think it might be all the way from Lothlorien!"
"But it's pink," Enellewyn said stubbornly.
"Many she-elves would die for this dress," Arwen said looking at her friend disapprovingly. "It could do without all the bows, and I must admit the lace is a little over done." Arwen trailed off in thought. "But the color is very nice!"
"Face it. It would look horrible on me," Enellewyn concluded.
"You could always try and get out of wearing it," Arwen said thoughtfully.
"There's no-" she stopped in mid-sentence. 'You could always try and get out of wearing it.wearing it.' Arwen's words echoed in her head.
"You just gave me a wonderful idea!" And Arwen knew that indeed, it must've been a wonderful idea, for Enellewyn had used the word 'wonderful' and that didn't happen every one hundred years.
"Arwen, I have to go find Legolas. You're going to have to excuse me." With that said, Enellewyn swept out of the room and went in the direction of Legolas's room.
As she walked swiftly towards Legolas's chamber she heard several high- pitched voices somewhere below. Her attention was drawn towards a window. She walked over carefully and looked down.
A group of she-elves were sitting around a table. Some had stitching in their hands and others braided each other's hair. Enellewyn frowned, remembering the time her mother had made her try stitching. She had had to stop archery for a week so her fingers could heal from all the cuts and pricks she had gotten from the needles.
"Who does that Enellewyn Silverleaf think she is? Going off and getting to marry Prince Legolas!" one of them said snottily, tossing her auburn hair over her shoulder.
"Honestly!" another said. "If her and my brother stood next to each other, you wouldn't be able to tell the difference!" she said condescendingly.
Tears threatened to fall from Enellewyn's eyes, but she held them back.
"Anyway, why would they pick her to be the princess? She is as ugly as a witch!" Enellewyn recognized the blond girl who had almost tried to strangle her. Her hand tightened around the windowsill. The other female elves murmured in agreement.
"Antolle ulua sulrim (Much wind pours from your mouth)!" Enellewyn yelled in loathing just as Arwen rounded the corner looking somewhat frazzled.
"Enellewyn!" Arwen exclaimed.
The elves looked up, startled. When they saw the obvious hurt in Enellewyn's eyes they all sniggered behind their hands.
Arwen's face turned to anger and she marched up to the window.
"Amin feuya ten' lle (You disgust me)!" she said to them with extreme dislike. They all gasped. They didn't take being insulted by the famous Evenstar lightly. She turned around just in time to see Enellewyn stomping off crossly.
When Arwen caught up to her she was muttering to herself in Elvish. Some words she heard were definitely not meant for little ears.
"Enellewyn?" she asked carefully.
"What?!" Enellewyn shouted, irritably. A door opened and an elf peaked out. Enellewyn glared at him. If looks could kill, he would have been dead before he could even let out a gasp.
The door was shut quickly.
"Who do they think they are?" Enellewyn grumbled to herself furiously. She began walking towards her room. It was only a small distance away from where they were so she was at her bedroom door shortly.
"Enellewyn, what did they say?" Arwen inquired.
"Nothing," Enellewyn mumbled. She opened her door and went in, slamming it behind her.
**
"What was that?" Legolas asked from his desk where he was studying a large map of Mirkwood.
"I don't know. Some crazy elf-maiden," Sirion said, sitting back down. Legolas groaned inwardly.
"What did she look like?" he asked, already having an idea of who it was.
"She had dark hair, was a bit tall for an elf maiden, green eyes. What was really odd was that she was wearing hunting attire," Sirion said, recalling the she-elf that had interrupted their meeting.
"I'm afraid that is my betrothed, Enellewyn, she is very headstrong. I think I should see if she's all right," Legolas said, really wondering if Enellewyn was all right and wanting an excuse to get away from this form of torture.
"Of course, my lord," Sirion said respectfully. Legolas got up from his chair and walked out the door.
Legolas figured that she would go to her room so he turned that way. When he got there he knocked on the door lightly.
"Leave me alone!" Legolas opened the door slowly. Enellewyn was on the bed holding her bow, running her fingers over the precise carving.
"What?" she asked irritably, not looking up. "I'm busy."
"Well, I was just wondering if you were okay," Legolas said.
"Well, I'm fine," Enellewyn snapped. Legolas stood by the door for a second before walking over to her armchair and plopping down into it, making himself comfortable.
"What do you want?" Enellewyn asked exasperatedly.
"Sirion and I heard you scream."
"That idiot?" Enellewyn said crossly. Legolas could not deny that he wasn't the brightest elf in the bunch.
"I have a feeling you were heading over to my room to tell me something," Legolas guessed. Enellewyn scowled. Legolas allowed himself a small grin.
"Well?" he asked, raising a perfectly sculpted eyebrow, something he had learned from his father, King Thranduil. It was the look that silenced elflings and made even the most stubborn speak up.
"Well I had a great idea, so I decided to walk over to your room and tell you about it. Then I heard these she-elves and I realized that they were talking about me. I decided to do a bit of eaves dropping. You wouldn't believe some of the things they said about me! They are all such, such," Enellewyn searched for the right word to describe them. "Orcs!"
Legolas laughed.
"Some of them certainly fit that description," Legolas said.
"Really!" Enellewyn said.
"So what was your plan?" Legolas wondered aloud.
"I was thinking."
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CHAPTER 7
Enellewyn meandered through the gardens easily. Lately it had become her favorite spot to think and relax.
All of a sudden she could hear the voices of two elves conversing merrily.
'Well I can't avoid them forever,' Enellewyn thought. She entered the small courtyard and Elladan and Elrohir looked up at her.
"Enellewyn, we were just talking about you!" Elrohir said. Ever since yesterday Enellewyn had noticed that Elrohir wore a gold ring on his index finger. Elladan, however, wore no jewelry.
"We didn't think you'd be out and about. El and I thought you would be with the prince," Elladan said, using his nickname for his identical brother. He wiggled his dark eyebrows.
Enellewyn sat down on a stone bench opposite her two mischievous friends.
"Well, the truth is," Enellewyn hesitated. 'Should I tell them?' she debated with herself. 'They wouldn't tell. Would they?' She finally came to a conclusion.
"The truth of it is, Legolas and I are not getting married because we want to," Enellewyn said at last. Elladan looked at his mirror image.
"Well of course we knew that. Legolas's Ada told our Ada, and after much begging, he told Elrohir, Arwen, and me," Elladan said matter-of-factly.
"Oh," Enellewyn said, not knowing if there was anything else in particular that needed saying.
"If you both aren't getting married on your own, Legolas must've cooked up some kind of wild plan to sabotage your little betrothal," Elladan said evenly.
"You can trust us," Elrohir added. Enellewyn bit her bottom lip nervously. She couldn't keep it a secret forever. So it wouldn't hurt.
"Legolas came up with a plan to sabotage our wedding. And then he sparked my mind and I thought that we could-" Just then a loud crash sounded, blocking out the sound of Enellewyn's voice as she told Elladan and Elrohir of what they were to do with the cake.
"That's brilliant!" Elladan and Elrohir said at the same time.
"But," Elrohir said, leaving off, giving Enellewyn a skeptical look.
"But what?" Enellewyn asked.
"You can't possibly interfere with a wedding with only that idea," Elladan said, finishing his brother's thought. "Especially when you're going against the wishes of King Thranduil."
"So that's why you're going to need our help," Elladan said, crossing his arms.
"Do you have any bright ideas?" Enellewyn said sardonically.
"As a matter of fact, yes," Elrohir said.
"Do you now?" Enellewyn said, intrigued. Elrohir proceeded to tell Enellewyn his ideas while Elladan threw in his own.
**
Soon a bell rang signaling lunch and Enellewyn, Elladan, and Elrohir got up from their place on the bench. They began to walk towards the dining hall at a relaxed pace. As they were walking, Legolas sidled up next to her.
"Where were you all day?" Enellewyn asked curiously.
"With the Mirkwood guards. A small band of orcs was discovered. They were all killed, but my Ada requested that it be checked out," Legolas said.
"Yes, lately there have been more orc reports in Imladris than usual," Elladan piped in.
They arrived at the dining hall and entered. Legolas took his seat next to his father and Enellewyn sat down next to him. Lord Elrond was on his other side with Enellewyn's father and mother sitting next to him.
Arwen, Elrohir, and Elladan were seated next to Enellewyn. Food was already set out on silver platters and before long the hall was filled with the clatter of cutlery and the voices of many elves.
Arwen took dainty bites as she ate and Enellewyn tried to make an effort to eat somewhat civilly. She knew that it was one of Arwen's pet peeves. She would be reprimanded sternly for her poor manners anyway. Arwen dabbed at her mouth with the cloth napkin.
"I was wondering if you could show me your wedding dress, Enellewyn," she asked, taking a sip of wine from her goblet.
"I think that the seamstresses are finished with it so I could show you it after lunch. It will be absolutely gruesome though," Enellewyn said, making a face.
"I'm sure it will be very pretty. Your mother has impeccable taste after all," Arwen said, returning to her food.
"Of course she does," Enellewyn mumbled.
"Oh, Enellewyn, don't be so grumpy. Your wedding day is drawing near!" Arwen said cheerfully.
"Joy," Enellewyn said sarcastically. But Arwen hadn't heard her as she was scolding Elladan and Elrohir for their bad table manners.
**
After lunch had ended, Enellewyn and Arwen headed towards the seamstresses. When they got there Enellewyn opened the door. Inside there was a mannequin wearing a pink dress.
"Ugh! It's so ugly!" Enellewyn yelled as she beheld the sight of the pink monstrosity.
"What are you talking about? It's beautiful!" Arwen said. She walked over to it and walked around it. She felt the fabric.
"This is very high quality fabric, Enellewyn," Arwen said seriously. "I think it might be all the way from Lothlorien!"
"But it's pink," Enellewyn said stubbornly.
"Many she-elves would die for this dress," Arwen said looking at her friend disapprovingly. "It could do without all the bows, and I must admit the lace is a little over done." Arwen trailed off in thought. "But the color is very nice!"
"Face it. It would look horrible on me," Enellewyn concluded.
"You could always try and get out of wearing it," Arwen said thoughtfully.
"There's no-" she stopped in mid-sentence. 'You could always try and get out of wearing it.wearing it.' Arwen's words echoed in her head.
"You just gave me a wonderful idea!" And Arwen knew that indeed, it must've been a wonderful idea, for Enellewyn had used the word 'wonderful' and that didn't happen every one hundred years.
"Arwen, I have to go find Legolas. You're going to have to excuse me." With that said, Enellewyn swept out of the room and went in the direction of Legolas's room.
As she walked swiftly towards Legolas's chamber she heard several high- pitched voices somewhere below. Her attention was drawn towards a window. She walked over carefully and looked down.
A group of she-elves were sitting around a table. Some had stitching in their hands and others braided each other's hair. Enellewyn frowned, remembering the time her mother had made her try stitching. She had had to stop archery for a week so her fingers could heal from all the cuts and pricks she had gotten from the needles.
"Who does that Enellewyn Silverleaf think she is? Going off and getting to marry Prince Legolas!" one of them said snottily, tossing her auburn hair over her shoulder.
"Honestly!" another said. "If her and my brother stood next to each other, you wouldn't be able to tell the difference!" she said condescendingly.
Tears threatened to fall from Enellewyn's eyes, but she held them back.
"Anyway, why would they pick her to be the princess? She is as ugly as a witch!" Enellewyn recognized the blond girl who had almost tried to strangle her. Her hand tightened around the windowsill. The other female elves murmured in agreement.
"Antolle ulua sulrim (Much wind pours from your mouth)!" Enellewyn yelled in loathing just as Arwen rounded the corner looking somewhat frazzled.
"Enellewyn!" Arwen exclaimed.
The elves looked up, startled. When they saw the obvious hurt in Enellewyn's eyes they all sniggered behind their hands.
Arwen's face turned to anger and she marched up to the window.
"Amin feuya ten' lle (You disgust me)!" she said to them with extreme dislike. They all gasped. They didn't take being insulted by the famous Evenstar lightly. She turned around just in time to see Enellewyn stomping off crossly.
When Arwen caught up to her she was muttering to herself in Elvish. Some words she heard were definitely not meant for little ears.
"Enellewyn?" she asked carefully.
"What?!" Enellewyn shouted, irritably. A door opened and an elf peaked out. Enellewyn glared at him. If looks could kill, he would have been dead before he could even let out a gasp.
The door was shut quickly.
"Who do they think they are?" Enellewyn grumbled to herself furiously. She began walking towards her room. It was only a small distance away from where they were so she was at her bedroom door shortly.
"Enellewyn, what did they say?" Arwen inquired.
"Nothing," Enellewyn mumbled. She opened her door and went in, slamming it behind her.
**
"What was that?" Legolas asked from his desk where he was studying a large map of Mirkwood.
"I don't know. Some crazy elf-maiden," Sirion said, sitting back down. Legolas groaned inwardly.
"What did she look like?" he asked, already having an idea of who it was.
"She had dark hair, was a bit tall for an elf maiden, green eyes. What was really odd was that she was wearing hunting attire," Sirion said, recalling the she-elf that had interrupted their meeting.
"I'm afraid that is my betrothed, Enellewyn, she is very headstrong. I think I should see if she's all right," Legolas said, really wondering if Enellewyn was all right and wanting an excuse to get away from this form of torture.
"Of course, my lord," Sirion said respectfully. Legolas got up from his chair and walked out the door.
Legolas figured that she would go to her room so he turned that way. When he got there he knocked on the door lightly.
"Leave me alone!" Legolas opened the door slowly. Enellewyn was on the bed holding her bow, running her fingers over the precise carving.
"What?" she asked irritably, not looking up. "I'm busy."
"Well, I was just wondering if you were okay," Legolas said.
"Well, I'm fine," Enellewyn snapped. Legolas stood by the door for a second before walking over to her armchair and plopping down into it, making himself comfortable.
"What do you want?" Enellewyn asked exasperatedly.
"Sirion and I heard you scream."
"That idiot?" Enellewyn said crossly. Legolas could not deny that he wasn't the brightest elf in the bunch.
"I have a feeling you were heading over to my room to tell me something," Legolas guessed. Enellewyn scowled. Legolas allowed himself a small grin.
"Well?" he asked, raising a perfectly sculpted eyebrow, something he had learned from his father, King Thranduil. It was the look that silenced elflings and made even the most stubborn speak up.
"Well I had a great idea, so I decided to walk over to your room and tell you about it. Then I heard these she-elves and I realized that they were talking about me. I decided to do a bit of eaves dropping. You wouldn't believe some of the things they said about me! They are all such, such," Enellewyn searched for the right word to describe them. "Orcs!"
Legolas laughed.
"Some of them certainly fit that description," Legolas said.
"Really!" Enellewyn said.
"So what was your plan?" Legolas wondered aloud.
"I was thinking."
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Tiffany-45-No, this will not be a romance of any kind. We were thinking about it, but thought that it would be too weird.
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Sweet A.K.- Thanks for reviewing and being with us from the beginning!
Mojo the Rock Chick Munchkin-Thanks for reviewing for almost every chapter!
Lisa-I'll try to e-mail u to keep you updated, but if I don't just check my story about very week because I usually update once a week. I can't stand it if I don't really. :o)
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