Chapter 11 - Mid-Summer
"Gunda?" Someone far below me called out.
"~Up here!~" I called back from my perch at the tippy top of a VERY tall ladder, holding various ends of the chiffon drapes that I was helping suspend from the ceiling. Shimmery white feather light material hung delicately from the centre of the feast hall dome and splayed out to the various pillars where hand sewn silk flowers cascaded down the remaining length of the chiffon which reached the floor. I glanced over my shoulder and was met with keen, bright sparkling eyes. Berilwen stood staring up at our handy work - the decor team and I.
"~It looks wonderful!~" She praised, admiring the fruit of many, many hours of embroidering 3D orchids, roses and butterflies on to the thirty odd lengths of thirty foot drape.
"~Thank you!~" We chimed, pleased with our work.
"~Do you need something Berilwen?~" I asked, wobbling slightly as I stretched up to hand another decorative sash of cream ribbon to Lendis, who hung from the ceiling in a harness, swinging effortlessly and hooking the drapes to the desired spots.
"~More guests will be arriving soon, I suggest you come and make yourself presentable young Lady.~" Berilwen smiled. I rolled my eyes playfully at Lendis who gave me a cheesy grin in return. Berilwen had become a grandma of sorts, and her tone towards me echoed that, sweet with an undertone of maternal strictness.
Lendis winked at me.
"~Thanks for your help Gunda, we can manage from here.~" She thanked, taking the rest of the material from my hand.
"~You know where I am of you need me!~" I chirped before gripping the sides of the ladder with the insteps of my feet and hands, sliding down the ladder and skipping out of the hall doors behind Berilwen.
"~Thank you Gee!~" The other elves called after me and they were answered with a fading "~You're welcome!~"
Mitelu was alive with busy bodies running this way and that, carrying all sorts of things like chairs, clean and polished silver ware and lace table cloths. Berilwen rushed me towards my room where she pushed me past my bed, where my dress was laid out for me, and into my chair and began brushing my hair with expert ease and skill.
"~Looking forward to the festivities tonight darling?~" Berilwen trilled. She looked elegant as ever in a deep green dress with subtle flower embroidery, her dark red hair tied back with small plaits all weaving back into one huge one that hung down over her shoulder and her light eyes sparkled with anticipation. I couldn't hold back my excitement either.
"~Absolutely. Mid-summer just gets better every year.~"
Oh how I loved the summer solstice celebrations, beginning the evening before the summer solstice - today in other words - and ending the morning after. The sun was up for almost twenty-four hours, the food was AMAZING and the vigorous dancing lasted well into the mornings. Miruvor would be to blame for that. That drink kept festivities going forever if one wasn't careful! Glenys had even tried to make it her substitute for coffee due to its ability to revitalise ones being easily, but one small cup - heavily diluted too - and Glenys was bouncing off the walls! So Gil-Galad had ordered all bottles of that elven cordial be hidden in some obscure cellar which even she had not yet been successful in finding.
However, my stomach was in knots about this particular Mid-summer's feast. Guests had been arriving since yesterday, and some where still expected, like Elrond and Glorfindel (Glenys had been in a constant state of 'Is he here yet' for two days now). But we had very special guests arriving this evening.
Greenwood was to attend. Lord Galdor had had the 'pleasure' of requesting that his King and Gil-Galad meet. For what I did not know, but the Sinda King wished to meet me too. Well…King Oropher had not asked for me specifically. 'She gifted with foresight' was the term used. The Sinda King's request had initially frightened me. How did he know of that little secret? But after mulling it over, I came to the conclusion that the Lord sent back to him in disgrace all those years ago might not have signed the contract Amdír had given me, or he simply made it up? Either way, King Oropher had heard of my knowledge and wished to speak to me.
We had little contact with Greenwood - if any - except through Lord Galdor, and even then he was mainly conveying well wishes at celebrations. Out of courtesy we had extended invitations to Mid-summer before, but they had declined each time, claiming to be otherwise occupied. I had suspected they were busy moving further north in Greenwood, now that Sauron was back, their once capital - Amon Lanc - was the closest elven city to the vile lands of Mordor. The south was simply no longer safe. Glenys had, however, believed their refusal to attend was a slight against us, that we 'could't be trusted'.
"Would you leave your people to fend for themselves just to go and party?" I had asked her. She thought about it, and if she agreed with me she had never voiced it.
The invitation was still open, Gil-Galad had offered them a warm welcome if or when they felt the time was right. Apparently the time was right now.
I glanced at the the midnight blue silk mask embroidered with Lily of the Vally that lay on my dressing table. The first evening feast of Mid-summer was a masked ball. Not everyone chose to wear one, but I loved them, something about guessing who your partner could be was exciting, and spotting what ridiculous masks courtiers had come up with could be highly entertaining.
I had just finished squeezing into my dress when I was marched out the room, still tying a decorative belt around my waist and my shoes half on my feet. I half skipped, half ran while trying to finish dressing, down our living quarters hall meeting Glenys, Kimbela and Haldir on my way. We made our way to the main entrance, greeting all the familiar faces on the way, the staff liked it when people appreciated their work. Gil-Galad knew everyone by name and we had simply copied him.
We came to a slithering halt at the front doors, and Berilwen gave us one last look over. Kimbela wore a stylish ankle length cream riding tunic which had slits up both sides and skin tight grey trousers underneath. Glenys was in a rose pink sleeveless dress, and I was in a lemon yellow dress of similar style. Once Berilwen was pleased with our appearance she gave us a satisfied nod.
Kimbela took Haldir's arm, beaming up at him and he at her with pure unadulterated love. I smiled to myself, hoping that soon, Glenys would be standing there with a certain someone. With a nod to the guards, they pulled the doors.
The main doors opened soundlessly, flooding the foyer with brilliant sunlight and the cool sea air in my face was refreshing and settled my nerves which had decided to try and tie themselves into celtic knots. We stepped out and the blinding white gleam faded to reveal a blue sky, calm sea and Mitelu gardens which were bursting with colour and sweet fragrances. By the steps leading down to the courtyard stood the High-King.
Gil-Galad stood tall and regal in his light summer robes of light blue and gold and atop his head was his half circlet. He turned to peer over his shoulder and a bright smile spread on his lips as he saw us emerge.
"Mae g'ovannen hînen." He greeted us warmly. He had taken to calling us 'my children' and we - in private - called him 'Tadeg Ada' or other father. Glenys had started that, however I was not too keen on it.
"Hîr vuin." We bowed our heads while extending our hands to him from our heart.
We took our usual spots, standing oldest to youngest a few meters behind the High-King out of respect as we were not royalty, and Haldir stood behind Kimbela. Glenys looked cool and collected, something I attributed to the fact that Glorfindel was arriving shortly. Her long wavy dark chocolate brown hair was tied back in a loose plait, and she wore the gold and ruby flower pendant Glorfindel had gifted her around her neck. She almost had the full set! The pendant had a matching bracelet and earrings too, it was just the rings left. I wondered if he had other intentions with the ring too?
I saw something move in the corner of my eye and turned to see Gil-Galad strolling over to us.
"~We are expecting both Elrond and Greenwood. The watch tower spotted their banners together.~" Gil-Galad explained with a calm and encouraging expression. He had the amazing ability of making one believe you could do anything with his ever cheerful face, but this time I felt my chest seize.
'Oh crap, here we go!' I thought, feeling my palms go sweaty. I hoped I was not expected to shake hands now! Thinking that I looked at my hands and wanted the ground to swallow me whole that very second! I had smudged ink on my hand! A word I could no longer discern but it was no doubt something I had to do. Please, please don't let it sweat off and stain something or someone!
I felt a hand rest on my shoulder. I peered up from under my lashes and saw Gil-Galad looking down at me from his great hight of a little over six foot.
"~A bit nervous Gee?~" He asked kindly, understanding in his blue eyes. I took a deep breath and nodded. I couldn't deny feeling a little tense at meeting this Sinda King, now more so with the ink on my hand.
"~Do not worry yourself. There will be an explanation as to how he knew of your gift.~"
I nodded. "~It was bound to happen some day, wasn't it.~"
"~You yourself know not everything remains a secret forever.~" He said, meaning well but it caused guilt to well up inside me, for I kept a big secret. Middle-Earth was in a book! Thats how I knew things…how was I supposed to tell anyone that?! But, again, I nodded.
"~I just hope I'm not expected to shake anyones hand.~" I said, trying to divert the conversation. Gil-Galad raised a brow, and I sheepishly showed him my blue stained palm. He let out a disbelieving laugh and looked at me as if to say 'You have to be joking!'.
"~Ehm…I hope so too!~"
My jaw fell slack as he patted my shoulder and returned to his original position as the sound of hooves drumming the ground became audible. I sucked my lips into a line and felt like I was waiting for the final countdown to my complete humiliation.
"Gunda!" Someone hissed. I looked around and saw King Amdír, who was here to welcome the third King too, and Amroth who was looking at me funny. He then mouthed, 'Are you okay?'. I shook my head and held up my blue palm, glaring daggers at him when he bowed his head to stifle his laughter, then giving me an 'oh'. I gave him a peeved look, sticking my tongue out at him, as the sound of hooves became louder and I fixed my gaze on the bend in the path up to the palace they would be coming round.
Sure enough, soon after, the blue and green banners where seen blowing in the wind. Elrond, still under Gil-Galad had the twelve gold stars on a midnight blue background, and the other banner was green with a golden tree on it. I felt myself tense at the sight of twelve from Rivendell and Valar knows how many from Greenwood filling the courtyard.
Glenys' breath hitched when she spotted the head of golden hair towards the front of the Rivendell group, and lively sky blue eyes found her instantly. I observed the look they gave each other and just hoped they made it to the private pavilion before they went to smooch-town!
The High-King's voice rose above the din of moving horses as he welcomed his guests. I turned my attention to the new comers. It felt so cool to see soldiers who would make up the Silvarim (after the war). The silvans were not built like the Ñoldor or Sindar. Not as tall, nor well built, but I could see the strength they possessed in how they held themselves, lithe and nimble. I had seen silvans in Lorien, but they looked…more cheery. The Greenwood guards and Lords (most of whom were Sindar by the looks of it) bore stern expressions. They were all in green of some shade and only the Lords seemed to carry long swords. As my eyes scanned over the numerous mounted bodies, one caught my attention, for he was casting a fleeting glance at us. He looked tall, but that was all I could see for he wore an elaborate helmet.
"~Welcome, King Oropher.~" Gil-Galad announced, bowing his head to the Sinda King with a hand over his heart.
How?! How did Amdír and Oropher not get along with the High-King? So polite and benevolent, yet Amdír was still cautious around him and if events followed as they should, Oropher and Amdír would ride as separate groups from the Ñoldor. Now I suddenly understood why I had been so nervous about meeting this Sinda King. His name subconsciously rang the bells of doom. Yet, as I regarded the elf who had by now dismounted and was conversing with Gil-Galad, I felt a twinge of deep upset. Why was I judging him by actions he had not even considered yet? He had come here to speak with the King, and with the speed with which he had come, it suggested to me it was to ask for help. Plus he was an elf, of the free races, and I, along with my sisters had taken a blood oath to protect the free races. The scars had long since faded, but we remembered.
"Gee!"
A voice snapped me out of my thoughts and I looked at Glenys who motioned with her head that I was wanted. I glanced down to where Gil-Galad and the King of Greenwod stood, looking expectantly at me. Gulping down my fear that rose up in me like a tidal wave, I made my way to Gil-Galad's outstretched hand at what felt like a snails pace. Each step down the steps felt like I was falling off the edge of a cliff, my heart clanging every time my foot touched the white polished stone. Why was I so nervous?
I finally made it to the two royal ellons and curtsied, feeling my palms grow sweatier and praying that the ink didn't come off on my yellow dress.
"~King Oropher, may I introduce you to the youngest of the sisters. Lady Gunda-Toril.~"
Jeepers it had been a long time since anyone used my full name! I felt my cheeks burn slightly as the Sinda King looked me over.
"~It is a pleasure to meet you, Lady from beyond the stars.~" Came a musical baritone voice and in one swift motion he removed his helmet. He was a Sinda. There was NO mistaking that. White blond wavy hair that came to just below his shoulders, pale skin and silver eyes that pierced through me and captured my spirit in a mix of fear and intrigue. My mind went blank for an long second, except for a little voice wailing 'crap what do I say?'.
"Äran är min, min kung." I said. Both kings gave me a perplexed look, and I suddenly realised I had reverted to my mother tongue. My eyes widened. "~I do beg your pardon my Kings! I said, The honour is mine.~" I explained, pressing my lips into a line and looking to the ground.
To my surprise, King Oropher let out a peal of laughter and took my left hand (the clean one) and raised it to his lips, pressing a kiss on my knuckles.
"~Forgiven.~" His tone rang like bells, and at a lack of anything else to do, I curtsied once more with a shy smile on my lips.
"~You are the one gifted with foresight I hear.~" He continued, and it surprised me to hear he didn't sound put out for having been kept in the dark. I simply nodded, keeping my eyes averted from his, at least until I got his permission to look him in the eyes.
"~I have heard much about you, but that can be discussed later and in private. Now I think it is time for something to quench our thirst. Riding in this heat makes one parched quickly.~"
"~Of course, refreshments are in the great hall.~" Gil-Galad said, sounding in need of a drink himself. I bowed my head and looked to King Oropher, then stepped back to let them pass me first.
"~After you, My Lord.~" I smiled.
Oropher seemed pleasantly taken aback by my action and a hint of a smile tugged at his lips.
"~I will not have a Lady walk after me.~" He spoke softly and extended his hand to me. I gulped again, casting my eyes to Gil-Galad, who inclined his head, giving me permission.
I walked up the steps on King Oropher's arm and introduced him to Kimbela and Glenys, who by some miracle was still here! Glorfindel stood behind her, holding her hand with a joyous smile plastered on his gorgeous features. Both Kimbela and Glenys greeted Oropher warmly, introducing Haldir and Glofindel before I continued leading the Sinda King into the hall where refreshments waited.
While everyone drank and nibbled at the canapés provided, I went and greeted Elrond who was not at all surprised that Glenys and Glorfindel were gone. Kimbela and Haldir helped me hold the fort - so to speak - to begin with but they soon retired to get ready for the masked ball. Lord Galdor introduced me to some of the advisors and Lords who had come with their King, not one of them looked happy to be there, but some where better at hiding it that others. One such case was a rather aggrieved looking ellon called Argalad. He grumbled about the sea air and missed the scent of the forest, this was a point I could relate to, for I missed the Goldenwood from time to time. Unfortunately, he seemed to take a liking to talking to me! 'How did you come to live here?' 'How do you stand the salty air?'. He was more asking questions than listening to answers, and by the time I had politely (and successfully) excused myself, I found both High-King and King Oropher were gone.
I suddenly realised, as I looked around that something was amiss. I couldn't put my finger on it at first, and it wasn't until I was speaking with Amroth that it clicked. Oropher's son. Where was the Prince of Greenwood? Admír had been all too eager to show off his son, under different circumstances to be fair but still, was it not considered rude for a prince and heir to skip introductions to their host? I looked around, but saw no one new, for I had spoken with those of the Greenwood party who had not retired immediately, as was expected of a Lady of the hosting court.
"~Have you lost something?~" Amroth asked, looking at me like I'd grown an extra head.
"~It appears we have…we are missing a Prince.~" I said puzzled and looking at the ceiling as if the silver dome held the answer, or in case the prince could fly.
"~ Or King Oropher has left his son at home.~" I sighed. That was the only plausible answer to the missing prince. Amroth's expression fell slightly and I felt a feeling of foreboding build in my gut.
"~No. He is here, he left with the High-King and his father.~" He answered.
"~Oh?~" I raised a brow at the prince of Lorien. "~Why did he skip the introductions?~" This didn't sound like the prince I had heard of…nor how he was portrayed in the books - what little there was about him. Then again there was no mention of him that I could remember before Dagorlad.
In answer to my question, Amroth shook his head. "~I cannot say. Mithlond does not hold happy memories for him.~"
I raised my other brow. "~Oh…What happened?~" I asked without thinking.
His grey eyes turned pleading, and I suddenly began piecing pieces together. All hypothetical but some made sense. Had friends or family sailed? That was the most common reason for people not wishing to come here, and being prince he may not have had much choice in avoiding here. It might also explain their twenty four odd years of declining our invitations.
Amroth took a deep breath and was about to answer when I spoke.
"~Don't worry. It is not my place to know and I should not have asked. I hope he will be alright.~"
"~You worry too much for your own good Gee.~" He chuckled.
"~Just looking after our guests.~" I teased back cheekily. "~Is he one of your reunion friends?~" I asked, genuinely curious.
"~No, we were friends in Doriath. We still are good friends, but he has been occupied as of late.~"
"~Moving north beyond the Greenwood mountains I presume.~"
It was amusing how he no longer bothered trying to figure out what I knew and what I didn't. If I didn't know I'd ask, and he would answer. He nodded and the 'missing' prince left our thoughts as we turned to the topic of Nimrodel. She was a shy elleth, she had not even met Amdír yet, so I was not offended by not having been introduced to her yet. But she sent well wishes through Amroth, claiming she heard my voice in the trees - which I thought was odd. Was she spying on me when I wandered through the forest singing?
I saw to it that each guest was shown to their room before returning to our quarters, stripping off and diving into the bathing pool. Finally, a moment to myself where I could ponder on all that had happened. I was relieved that King Oropher had not wished to talk to me today, but I was not entirely thrilled that it had been delayed to another day, but there was nothing I could do about that, I just had to go with it.
I washed my hair, which was a chore and a half because it was LONG. Three foot long. It would have been longer had Glenys not lopped off a good two foot during that fight in Lorien a decade ago. I still felt embarrassed about that…Valar the guilt of letting Amdír, Amroth, Celeborn, Galadriel and Gil-Galad down had been near crucifying! But it had been good for us in the end as we then refocused on what mattered, and Glenys and Kimbela no longer stressed over the blank. They wouldn't speak of what they saw, so I took it as a sign that they had moved on from it.
"CANONBALL!" The gleeful shriek filled the air . . .
CAVOOM.
Water everywhere, and rising from the waters warm depths…was dear Glenys.
"Almighty Ulmo! what was that for?!" I spluttered.
"Just a bit of fun Gee, and you're wet anyway so why are you complaining?~" She giggled. I gave her a faux peeved look but couldn't help cracking up.
"True…" I mused, before swiping my hand across the surface of the water and splashing her back.
Evening came, and we were ready, sitting in the living room, waiting until the ball started. All bathed and sweet smelling, we spoke about the new arrivals.
"Oropher was really nice. From his letter to Gil-Galad I thought he was going to be all up-tight and boring" Kimbela said as she finished tying Glenys' hair up.
"I have to admit, I wasn't paying too much attention, but he seemed nice enough like." Glenys sighed dreamily gazing at the unlit fire place.
"I don't know what to think of him yet. I suppose after he speaks to me about what ever it is he needs to speak me about I'll know." I said, my mind far off in the distance "But how is Glorfindel?" I asked. Glorfindel and I were sparring buddies. I mean, who better to learn from than a Balrog slayer!
"Oh, the usual." She trilled. "Training, healing and still teasing Erestor about that prank we played on him."
"Which one?" I asked.
"The one where we made him think the statue of Varda was haunted."
I rolled my eyes at their antics. She and Glorfindel got into some mischief I tell you, but it was great to see Glenys find someone just as goofy as she was sometimes, and he was just as much of a soppy romantic as she was. He treated her like a queen but from what Glenys said, his best trait was that he listened to her, he heard what she had to say and did what he could to help her. She had become calmer, less angry and had reined in her flirtatiousness, saving it all for her knight in shining armour.
"All done!" Kimbela sang, patting Glenys on the shoulder. Getting up we looked each other over and ensured nothing was out of place. Glenys wore a stunning lime green dress, sleeveless with a floor length train and gold vein embroidery. Kimbela wore another riding tunic, white with gold trim and beaded flowers on one hip and silver grey trousers and boots. I wore a simple sky blue dress, also sleeveless with white flowers on the collar.
"Lets go have some fun!" Kimbela chirped, bouncing up and down with excitement.
"Hell yes!" I echoed, and we donned our masks and left for the great hall.
Mitelu was filled with sweet music, we could hear it before we left our corridor which was at the other end of the palace! Like giddy school girls, we skipped through the halls, giving a spin and a twirl to the guards who saluted us as we went. The place was packed. Everyone was invited, the gardens had been converted into seating and dancing areas and the throne hall and great hall had the separating doors flung wide open. Stomach gurgling inducing smells of the feast awaiting us was overpowering! Many voices greeted us, faces from the market place, the smith and his wife and their daughter. Despite the masks, you could still tell who was who most of the time.
We were almost at the open doors to the great hall when hands suddenly pounced on my shoulder and I yelped, jumping several feet in the air.
"~Thalion! Valar don't DO that to me!~" I wheezed, clutching my hand over my heart. He just laughed and gave me a comforting hug.
"~Thalion! There you are!~" Glenys sang as she too came and claimed a hug from our hunting companion. "~Are you going to join us?~"
He didn't get a chance to answer because his fellow guards men came and swept him away in their tiddly giddiness. Wow, was the wine that strong this year?
The great hall was PACKED. Lords and Ladies in their extravagant masks of swans, flowers, peacocks you name it. Serving elves came up and offered us glasses of wine, which we took as we made out way to the head of the hall, stopping to make polite conversation along the way. I bumped into Argalad again, who still disliked the 'salty air', I couldn't do much more than give him a sympathetic look and wish him a happy Mid-summer, which seemed to brighten his evening somewhat.
Gil-Galad sat at the head of the hall, dressed in blue and gold robes with a magnificent gold and silver mask covering his eyes, and to his left sat King Oropher, in emerald green and a mask of leaves. Upon our arrival at the head table Gil-Galad stood and welcomed us with outstretched arms.
"~Ladies, you look beautiful.~" He complimented as he took us all into an embrace. I smiled like an idiot, feeling overwhelmingly giddy for the evening ahead.
"~King Oropher, I hope you are enjoying the festivities.~" I smiled as I sat down with both Kings, as Glenys and Kimbela had been whisked off by their respective partners. Oropher smiled angelically, making my nerves wiz and pop, my stomach turned somersaults and I was amazed I managed to keep a pleasant smile on my lips without it turning smug or terrified.
"~Very much Lady Gunda. May I say you are looking radiant this evening.~"
I felt my cheeks turn red and I smiled shyly into my lap with embarrassment.
"~Um…thank you My Lord.~" I mumbled, almost incoherently.
"~You may look me in the eyes My Lady. Gil-Galad has told me of your custom to not look anyone higher ranking than you in the eye, until given permission.~" Oropher's voice was cheerful and I glanced up to meet his gaze properly to see a spark in the grey of his eyes as he raised his goblet to me. He was a friendly soul…where did the 'wary of strangers' come from? And since when did he get away with naming the High-King by name?
"Skål!" I said, raising my glass to him before drinking.
Music started up, and the pre-dinner dancing began. Couples stepped onto the dance floor and I was thankful I had sat down before anyone could ask me to dance. I liked to watch on first, always had.
"~Do you not dance My Lady?~"
I looked at the Sinda King, trying to recap what he had just asked me.
"~Oh…Yes I do.~" I smiled, and before I could stop myself, "~Do you wish to dance?~"
'Oh for flip sake WOMAN!' I screamed at myself, cringing with impending embarrassment. I held my breath as I watched both Kings look at me with amusement in their eyes. To compensate for my forwardness, I offered the Sinda King a sincere smile.
"~I would love to.~"
Air rushed quietly out of my lungs with relief as Oropher stood and bowed, extending his hand to me. I took it, curtsying and we made our way onto the dance floor.
He was a graceful dancer, executing each twist and turn precisely. I caught Glenys' glance halfway through and she flashed an awkward grin at me.
"~Your sisters are quite lively.~" Oropher observed, seeing both my siblings add intricate twists to make the dance more interesting for Haldir and Glorfindel.
"~They are.~"
"~I noticed you have no significant other as of yet?~"
I glanced up at the Sinda King with a good dose of disbelief and wariness. "~No, I prefer friendship to romance.~"
Oropher cocked his head to the side with a bemused look in his eye. "~An interesting philosophy. We are never so weak as when we are in love.~"
I had no clue where he was going with this, if anywhere.
"~And in times like this, one cannot afford to be seen as weak.~" He continued.
"~My thoughts exactly.~" I answered.
The dance came to an end and Oropher and I made our way back to the main table, where Gil-Galad was now talking to one of my favourite elves. The silver haired elf looked up from his conversation and smiled brightly at me.
"~My child!~"
"Círdan!" I cried, launching myself into the elder elf's arms and nearly toppling us both to the floor. He welcomed my embrace and kissed my temple.
"~How are you dear?~" He smiled as I sat in the chair next to him and we spoke about what we had been doing since we last saw each other (which wasn't that long ago).
The food was served and Glenys and Kimbela came and sat with me, and the annual questioning began. Lords and Ladies asked us various questions such as how the Orc Hunts where going, or commenting on the decorations. King Oropher listened intently as we recounted how Orc activity had declined. I didn't say it, but I feared Sauron was saving his numbers for the war. Thankfully, there were not many Orc orientated questions and Glenys and Glorfindel became the centre of attention, with Círdan joking that if Glorfindel didn't put a ring on her finger soon, she may be kidnapped by one of the many men who pined after her.
"~They can pine all they want!~" Glenys quipped, looking up into Glorfindel's eyes with a look that spoke worlds of her feelings towards him.
The meal drifted into more dancing, becoming more lively as more wine was consumed. Slightly more sober due to my watered wine, I got up and danced with Amdír, Círdan and a few young Lords. Soon the Miruvor made its appearance when it became apparent that some elves and immortal humans were a little too tiddly to stand up straight. I myself had a cup for I hated not being at the top of my game.
"Care to dance?" The High-King asked, holding out his hand. Smiling, I took his hand.
"Absolutely."
I slipped my mask on again as we stepped onto the dance floor, bowing as the music began. He spun me under his arm before leading me into a dance that almost resembled a waltz. Gil-Galad was a graceful dancer, this I knew but it still amazed me, and it was tantalising and utterly nerve-wracking to be his partner.
As more couples joined, the dance began to change form, becoming a group dance. I was passed to the next partner, still keeping my eyes on Gil-Galad, eyes lingering on Gil-Galad just a moment longer, before turning my head to see who now held my hand.
He was tall, slim but with a well defined frame, his clothing helped with that I think. He wore a dark blue calf length tunic and floor length open robes, and his half mask was black, simple, not as flamboyant as others. No plumes of feathers and gems, just simple velvet. His mask was in stark contrast to straight long silver-white hair that at a glance looked like it reached his mid back. He had a stern expression cast over the bottom half of his features, as though he couldn't relax properly. Full rose pink lips, a straight pointed nose, defined cheeks that rather suggested he had high cheek bones. He was by all accounts handsome, but his eyes…his eyes where a most unusual colour. A deep pearl blue, shimmering, ensnaring anyone who looked at them. My heart skipped a beat as I realised he was gazing at me too with a mysterious look building in the pearly depths.
I almost missed my turn had this elf not spun me under his arm, and I was passed back to Gil-Galad. But as we spun around in a circle, I found my gaze wandering back to the centre of the dance floor, scanning the dancing ellons for the elf I had just danced with. I quickly gave up when I realised I was being rude to Gil-Galad and I looked up at him with a lively smile on my lips.
The tempo changed and the dance began to speed up. I was passed onto the my next partner and found myself dancing with Elrond.
"~Good evening Elrond. How are you enjoying the festivities?~" I enquired as he spun me under his arm. Before I had made a full rotation, I spotted the ellon. The deep emerald lining of his floor length robe swishing elegantly about his boots.
"~I am thoroughly enjoying myself, as I hope you are My Lady.~" He smiled down at me before his eyes darted in the direction I had been focusing on. One brow arching as a knowing smile spread across his lips.
The dance finished and Elrond and I bowed to each other before I turned and clapped in thanks to the musicians, a gesture I knew they appreciated as they all bowed to me and the other elves who joined in my clapping. Suddenly, Elrond's mouth was right next to my ear.
"~It appears you have an admirer My Lady.~" He teased. My brow furrowed in confusion and I turned to give him a questioning and disbelieving look. Who would be looking at me? Was it that ellon with the mesmerising eyes? 'Oh come on, how likely is that?' I told myself.
"~I highly doubt that Elrond.~" I chuckled quietly, smiling with embarrassment. Now both his brows were relaxed but the knowing smile had yet to leave his lips, this made me wonder if I should be taking him seriously.
"~We shall see.~"
He bowed once again and excused himself, gliding gracefully across the polished floor to talk to Gil-Galad. My eyes followed him, curiosity bubbling in the back of my mind. As much as I wanted to turn around and see if I could spot this 'admirer' I resisted the urge. I'm not entirely sure why, but I felt it was not a good idea to turn around. It might look most unladylike.
Instead, I turned my eyes out over the dance floor again which had become empty in the pause between dances. My attention was drawn to the bright coloured skies and the light of the setting sun that came streaming through the large open doors which led out to the balcony. Stepping out onto the balcony I saw the boundless expanse of the sea, where somewhere in the far away distance lay the fabled lands of Amon. I felt someone come and stand next to me, which was to be expected in a crowded feasting hall, so I payed no heed to it, until the person spoke up.
"~Quite spectacular is it not, the sunsets around this time of year are said to be the most captivating~" Came a silken male voice. It was deep and honeyed, intensely pleasant to listen to. I felt a sudden shiver run up my spine causing my shoulders to move slightly and a wide smile take up half my face.
"~I must agree with that. The sky is enchanting this evening.~" I responded, not yet looking to see who had spoken. I was admiring the shades of blue, gold, pink and purple that had painted the heavens. The musicians started up again and from the corner of my eye I saw the figure move slightly.
"~May I have the honour of this dance My Lady?~" He asked. He was bold, and for some odd reason I liked it. I turned to face the ellon, a shy smile on my lips, and answered;
"~You may My Lord.~"
My heart skipped several beats when I saw exactly who had been talking to me. It was the black masked ellon. His stiff expression had vanished, replaced by a tender sweet smile to match my rather bashful one. When he held up his hand, his movement was so smooth, it was like he had calculated every movement thoroughly beforehand. I felt a blush creep up to my cheeks as I slipped my (small by comparison) hand into his and his fingers curled around mine carefully as he led me onto the dance floor.
We got into position, side by side, and shortly after, the dance began. It started with the ellons standing still, holding his partners hand as she stepped around him. This was my favourite dance, and I was glad I had been asked to dance for it. As soon as I stood facing him, he took a firm but gentle hold of my waist and began leading me through the dance, his transition from standing stationary to the movement of the dance was smooth and fluid. I found I held onto his shoulder a little more firmly than I usually would. Not that I needed to. He led me through the dance effortlessly, our eyes locked on each others, our movements merging as if we were one and the same being, it felt amazing -almost as good as dancing with Gil-Galad.
"~You are a talented dancer My Lady.~" He spoke in my ear as he spun me under his arm and caught me again as he swept me into the next move.
"~The Lady's talent is only half the battle My Lord. It is entirely dependant on her partner, and you are a most graceful partner.~" I complimented, blushing no end when I realised just how corny it must have sounded. He let out a low chuckle and grinned, causing me to blush even more and I averted my gaze to his chest, which was about eye level for me. I was spun around again and I found my eyes catch his and I was captivated by them, the mystery, once again.
The tune ended and I stepped away from my all too handsome partner and curtsied as he bowed, still holding my hand tenderly.
"~Thank you for a most delightful dance My Lord.~" I smiled shyly.
"~It is I who must thank you, My Lady. Never before have I danced with such ease as I have with you.~" His compliment made me blush from head to toe. Biting the corner of my lip I looked to the ground.
"~Is something the matter My Lady?~" He asked softly as we walked off the floor, still holding hands.
"~No, not at all. I have rarely been complimented in such a manner, I find it strange but nice all the same.~"
"~You should not hide your face My Lady, you hide a most prepossessing smile.~"
It took me a second to figure out what prepossessing meant, but I looked up at him and my smile brightened, nerves tingling in contentment.
"~Thank you. You yourself have a charming personality, My Lord.~"
'Oh Valar Gee are you trying too flirt!'
"~And how does My Lady know I have not put this on for show?~" He grinned, his tone teasing. I grinned back.
"~Ah My Lord, I'd like to think a charm like yours could not be 'put on for show'.~" I teased back with sincerity. He laughed at my comment, and I joined in. He had a sense of humour too, I was starting to really like this ellon. More music began to play and before I knew it, he was leading me onto the floor once again.
"~May I claim another dance My Lady?~"
"~It would be my pleasure.~" I grinned as we began to dance once again.
I danced many times with the black masked ellon, each more enchanting than the last. There was something about him that enraptured me. His benevolent smiles, his musical laughter, how he kept eye contact with me through out the dances, how his hands softly and carefully held my waist as if I were the most precious thing he had ever laid his hands on. Yet neither of us made a move to introduce ourselves. I felt that was the mystery that kept the magic alive, I guessed he was Sinda, for he was light of hair and tall in stature, then again he could be part Ñoldorin. And he was enjoying dancing with me and not knowing who I was.
We were standing on the balcony for a breath of fresh air, gazing at the stars that sprinkled the night sky like silver glitter.
"~In all my years, I have not come across such a spirited dancer as you, My Lady.~" He reflected with contentment. A wide goofy grin made its way to my lips and I pinned my gaze on the darkened horizon.
"~Nor I you, My Lord. You have given me a night to remember.~"
"~If I may-~" He was interrupted by someone loudly clearing their throat. We both turned to face an apologetic looking Thalion.
"~I am terribly sorry to disturb you, but My Lady's presence has been requested. Urgently.~"
'Oh for the love of Eru.' I swore to myself, looking up at my mysterious partner with an overly apologetic look.
"~My most sincere apologies My Lord, but it appears I must depart.~"
He looked a little disheartened, but he still managed a smile when he asked. "~I hope to dance with you again tomorrow.~"
I couldn't hold back my goofy smile. "~You may have as many dances as you wish. Until tomorrow My Lord.~" I said timidly before turning and following Thalion who stood inside the balcony door waiting for me.
"~Until tomorrow My Lady.~" The black masked ellon called.
Thalion was like a bullet, weaving in and out between people.
"~Whats the matter?~" I asked, my gut recoiling in worry with his haste.
"~Glenys has gone off the rocks, as you would say.~"
I felt my stomach plummet to the ground. "~How bad?~" I really didn't want to know, but I needed to. Thalion stopped for a moment as his eyes scanned the corridor the servants were using to carry empty plates to the kitchen, and he pointed at a blonde figure carrying a brunette.
"~Oh Valar.~" I sighed, picking up the hem of my dress and dashing after Glorfindel, Haldir and Kimbela.
"Kimbela! What happened?" I asked, skidding to match her step as a staff member handed us a bucket.
"She mixed wine and spirits." Kimbela huffed, holding the bucket beside Glenys' head as we made our way to our quarters. Glenys didn't look too good, she looked green, and moaned incoherent words that sounded like 'F*ck I'm sorry.'
"It's okay Glenys, we've got you." I said, rushing forward and opening doors as Glorfindel carried a fading Glenys into her room. She had yet to throw up, and we thought we had made it safe. But the moment she was put down on her bed, she sat bolt upright and threw up all over Glorfindel and I. It took all my will power not to follow her example.
"Glenys, love are you alright?" Glorfindel asked, kneeling beside her and holding her face in his hands, despite having her dinner all over his brilliant robes. If that was not love and devotion then I couldn't tell you what was.
"I'm..s-sorry meleth…i'M dRUnk…Shouldn't HAVE had that laSt shOT!" She garbled, before turning over and throwing up again, this time Kimbela was ready with the bucket. Glenys then burst into tears and blubbered apology after apology, but Glorfindel just cradled her to him and ran his fingers through her hair, whispering words I could not discern, but I guessed it was a spell of sorts, for she threw up two more times then completely blacked out.
Kimbela and I got her out of her soiled clothing and into her pyjamas, and by the time we brought her back into her room, Haldir and Glorfindel had cleaned her bed and floor.
"Thank you." I said, resting my hand on Glorfindel's shoulder.
"Will she be alright?" Haldir asked.
"Yes, the alcohol is out of her system, but someone will need to keep an eye on her."
"I'll do it." I volunteered, there was no point going back to the ball now. My dress was in the wash to begin with. Glorfindel looked at me with thankful but concerned eyes.
"Are you sure?"
I nodded. "Absolutely. Go and get cleaned up yourself and rest. She will no doubt be wanting your undivided attention in the morning." I winked at him and he let out a quiet chuckle.
"Thank you Gunda." He whispered as he walked out and retired to his own room for a much needed bath, no doubt.
"Do you want company?" Kimbela asked, standing in the doorway with an equally concerned looking husband. I shook my head.
"No, go get some rest. I will look after her."
They left after some more convincing, and I settled down in a chair I had pulled up next to Glenys' bed. Her breathing was even and she had no fever, so I sat and gazed out the window at the already fading darkness that would give way to the early sunrise. The din of the feast was still audible, though most of the guests had probably retired already.
My mind drifted back to that ellon, and without realising it, a small smile spread across my lips.
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Swedish to English
Äran är min, min kung - The honour is mine, my King.
Skål - cheers!
Sindarin - English
Tadeg Ada - Other father
Mae g'ovannen hînen - Well met my children
Hîr Vuin - beloved Lord