Chapter 12 - Unmasked
NOTE: Apologies for the awful 'Lyrics', I am not the best at song writing or poetry XD
Glenys opened her eyes groggily. The curtains had been drawn, veiling the bright suns light and making it tolerable to bear. She was not as bad as she had imagined she would be. She couldn't remember much from the previous night, only that she had been intensely happy and rolled along the wall laughing at one point. Her eyes shot open in panic. Had she gotten drunk? How bad? Had she made herself ridiculous in front of Glorfindel?! That thought was too horrible to bear and she rolled onto her front, groaning in disappointment.
It was then that she noticed sweet music in the air. A familiar tune was drifting in through her window from the private garden outside. With a frown she lifted her head and better observed her surroundings. Gunda sat curled up in her plush armchair, hugging her knees and looking utterly zonked. Beside her on the floor was a bucket and on a tray beside that was a tankard of a sweet smelling drink she knew all to well. Leaning off the bed to grab the miruvor, she noticed a cream coloured piece of paper saying 'Good Morning Beautiful'.
A deep blush flushed her cheeks as she buried her face into the pillow, a million butterflies taking flight in her belly. With a giddy squeal she took the miruvor and drank it, feeling her strength returning with a pleasant tingling sensation spreading through her. Once she felt more like herself, she got up - careful not to wake Gunda - and rummaged through her wardrobe for something comfortable to wear. A layered chiffon dress in lilac was her final choice, and she quickly slipped it on and ran a brush through her hair.
By then words had begun to accompany the harp music that played, a melodious tone that she would recognise anywhere, singing of a fair maiden from a distant land. With a shy smile dawning on her lips, she stepped through the curtains and into the light of the day. It was a gloriously cool morning, a few wisps of cloud in the blue sky and a gentle sea breeze caressed her bare skin.
"~She wandered here from lands afar, her radiancy like the blessed stars.
Her eyes are bright and sparkle, her smile is full of mirth,
her laughter sounds like silver bells, brightening this weary earth.~"
Below her balcony, sitting on an ivy covered wall, was the very ellon who made her heart sing. Glorfindel had awakened some small part of her that hoped - and now believed - in a 'happily ever after'. Their first walk together gathering red currants by the Ford had kindled that feeling. As he picked the sweetest berries and let her try them first, when he asked her about things OTHER than orc slaying like her hobbies and interests. Their joint interest in medicinal flora had sparked a lengthy conversation about the many uses for a flower called athelas. She knew it was used as an antiseptic but had never known of its use to counteract dark influences such as the Black Breath, again something she had never heard of. She had become more enamoured by him every day, be it in his company, or through the many letters he sent her.
He made her heart flutter, her breath hitch and her mind drift into a dream. She could be herself around him, something she had never achieved with previous relationships. He valued her for her strengths and her weaknesses. As he said, 'Our mistakes teach us, and our strengths keep us going.'
The song came to its end, and her smile brightened as she watched him look out over the now serene gardens.
"Good morning meleth nín." His musical voice sounded, and he turned his golden head up to look his beloved in the eyes. She gave him a shy smile before answering;
"I am alright, how do you fare this beautiful morning?"
"Marvellously, My Lady." He said, strumming the strings on his harp. "Would you care to join me for a ride along the beach? The tide will be out and new shells will have washed up." Glorfindel suggested, looking to Glenys again with an angelic smile. He didn't need a verbal answer. The broad smile on her lips was answer enough.
"Yes!" She trilled, then sat up on the balustrade and swung her legs over the edge. It was not a long drop to where Glorfindel stood, and she was in no danger of injuring herself, but it still surprised Glorfindel how spirited she was. Beautifully dressed and all and she had opted to jump off her balcony. He grinned and placed his harp aside, raising his arms to catch her.
Sliding off the stone, Glenys fell thought the air and landed in his strong arms. They stood there for a moment, her arms around his neck as he cradled her in his arms.
"~Shall we go My Lady?~"
"~Yes, lets.~" She whispered, rubbing their noses together before he placed her on her feet.
The beach was deserted. The roll of the waves lapping the shore was soothing, and just what Glenys needed to settle her nerves, for she had a bad feeling about the masked ball, as if there was something she should know, but couldn't recall. She sat in front of Glorfindel as they cantered along the sand. They came to a stop by one of the caves that dotted the cliffs that encased the beach, and Glorfindel slid off, helping Glenys down with a smile and a kiss. He had packed breakfast, so they settled on a blanket and ate the sweet walnut bread and fruit.
"What's wrong Meleth nín? You're very quiet this morning."
Glenys glanced at him with a slightly embarrassed look.
"Nothing much." She said, trying to avoid asking the inevitable question of 'what happened last night?'.
"Oh come now love, don't bottle your worries up. You know I would never think anything that bothers you silly or pointless."
Glenys chewed her lip a little before sucking in a breath and asking. "Did anything happen last night that I need to know about?"
Glorfindel huffed and looked thoughtfully out at the sea, making Glenys' insides twist with sickening anticipation.
"Nothing you need worry about Meleth nín."
"Oh Gods, please tell me…" She asked, not meaning to whine but her worry got the better of her. Glorfindel shrugged.
"You had a little to much to drink, got a little sick and Gunda kept an eye on you." He looked at her with calm blue eyes and smiled lovingly at her, "Like I said, nothing to worry about."
Glenys breathed a deep sigh of relief. "Thank heavens." She mumbled to herself.
"Do you remember any of last night?" He asked, taking Glenys by surprise.
"What?"
"Ah…you don't seem to remember." He sounded slightly disappointed.
"No, what happened?"
"No, I shall see if you can remember first." He grinned cheekily.
"Glorfindel." Glenys warned playfully, standing onto her hands and knees. "What happened?" She was not going to let him off so easily. He had ignited her curiosity and a healthy dose of fear.
"No…" An impish grin had spread across his face and he began to lean away from her playful pouncing position.
"Tell me Glorfindel." Her voice dipped, her eyes glowed with a predatory gleam, galvanising Glorfindel in his little game further. He shook his head defiantly. With a roar, Glenys leaped forward, crashing into Glorfindel's waiting arms and the impact sent them rolling into the sand.
Their laughter filled the morning air as they wrestled playfully, getting into a tangle of limbs and sandy hair.
"No no NO STOP!" Glenys managed to puff between laughs as Glorfindel - pinned underneath her - tickled her.
"Yield!" Glorfindel demanded playfully. "Yield!"
"OKAY okay I yield!" She shrieked in laughter, buckling over and falling to the side. Glorfindel seized this chance to roll them over so he pinned her beneath him, peppering her cheeks and neck with sweet kisses, earning elated giggles from his beloved.
"~I love you…~" He confessed into her neck. Glenys felt a jolt of exhilaration and she hooked her arms around his neck.
"~I love you too.~" She whispered, feeling her chest seize as she realised that she did indeed love him. She was, in fact, very much in love with him. The feelings she harboured for the golden haired balrog slayer were far deeper and intense than anything she had ever felt in her entire life. It overwhelmed her as the realisation sunk in that they had just professed their love for one another.
That intensity was mirrored in his blue orbs that gazed down at her. Long had he watched her from afar, fearing he intimidated her when he moved to speak with her, only for her to turn and avoid him somehow. Her dark eyes ensnared him, her unrefined character enchanted him, her unbridled laughter had captured his imagination in a welter of mingled dreams and reality. She intoxicated him, he hungered for her company, intrigued by her. She could make sense of the most puzzling situations, and sometimes she told him not to 'give a toss' because 'it'll sort itself out', and it usually did.
And now, as he gazed down at the angelic face that gazed back at him, he knew without a doubt, that he had never been so sure of a decision in his life.
With one final kiss, he got up and helped his Lady to her feet.
"But in all seriousness, what happened?" Glenys asked, her tone mirroring her sincerity.
"Nothing." Glorfindel sighed. In truth, nothing had happened. "I broached an idea to see your reaction." He fessed up, looking at his toes. Glenys smiled lovingly at him.
"And?"
The couple shared a long, intense gaze, the sound of the rolling waves marking the time that ticked by. Glenys' heart began to beat quicker. Something in his gaze told her he was stalling, or gathering courage. Her heart sped up so it was almost painful, and she let out a soft gasp, hand clamping over her mouth as he reached into his pocket, and slid to one knee.
~0~
I wandered through the gardens making my way to the viewing stand, righting a few chairs here and straightening tables cloths there. The festivities had lasted until about five, and as if to prove the festivities has been a huge success there was the odd body curled up under the tables. I was also on the hunt for my mask which I had somehow lost last night. I had already combed the halls inside and come up with nothing. I was beginning to think it was lost forever, which was a shame because I really, really liked that mask.
I had awoken to find Glenys gone and an empty tankard of what smelled like miruvor, so I had guessed Glorfindel had visited and probably whisked her off somewhere romantic, as was his way. I couldn't blame him. It had been four months since they last saw each other, and as lovely as letters were, they were nothing compared to actually having the person there.
The viewing stand was a garden balcony on the very edge of the cliff Mitelu was built on, and offered optimal views of the Grey Havens and the beaches. It was usually vacant in the mornings, which is why I enjoyed it. It was my sanctuary where I could ponder in peace. This morning I had company. Haun padded along side me, tongue hanging out and panting in the heat. He was also getting old. He was nearly thirty two. Apparently elvish dogs and horses had longer life spans, but only by a little. The only exception to this was Asfaloth, Glorfindel's brilliant white steed which he had been gifted by the Valar.
We made it to the vacant viewing point and I sat myself down on a marble bench in the shade of a fragrant cherry blossom tree. Haun sat by my feet, gave a satisfied 'urph' and settled down. I let my mind wander where ever it fancied for I had little to worry about. I didn't feel uneasy, no tingling, nothing. It was a nice feeling.
My thoughts meandered nonsensically through dreams and memories, and I found myself staring into a pair of pearly blues in my minds eye. I had never felt butterflies around another dance partner except for Gil-Galad, and that had NOTHING to do with romance - or so I told myself. I wasn't even sure if there was anything romantic between myself and the mystery ellon. I knew nothing about him apart from his amazing dancing skills and blush inducing good looks.
I pulled up the lace hood of my shoulder cloak (I had yet to figure out how to make a sunhat) as the sun moved and the tree no longer shaded me very well. Haun gave a gruff 'oph' again and I reached out and scratched him behind the ears. Despite not having been too keen on dogs upon arriving here, I had formed a fond attachment to Haun in the past twenty five years, and it hurt to see him grow old and less jumpy, but he still love to play from time to time. This was obvious when he got up, scampered off and came back with a stick. I gawped at him in disbelief.
"~Really?~" I asked as he dropped it by my feet and sat, wagging his tail expectantly.
"~Okay.~" He was like a spoilt child, he didn't need to beg for me to play with him, he got what he wanted!
I stood up and jogged to one of the large lawns that surrounded the paved viewing stand, whistled and threw the stick. There was a scuffle of claws on stone and then Haun shot past me with speed that would suggest he was a lot younger than he was. Only a moment later he came back panting and dropped the stick by my feet.
"~Are you sure old friend?~" I raised a questioning brow at him. He glanced down at the stick then back up at me, or rather, at my shoulder for some odd reason and barked.
With a sigh, I bent down, picked up the stick and threw it for him again. The bugger just sat there! Looking in the direction the stick had gone.
"~Well go on then! Fetch!~"
He sneezed at me and sulkily got to all fours and walked off to retrieve his stick. Strange dog.
I took a step back and felt myself press up against someone. My breath caught in my throat and before I could turn to see who it was and apologise, a hand took hold of my shoulder, accompanied by a strangely familiar voice.
"~Don't turn around My Lady.~"
I held my breath, not daring to disobey the authority in his voice.
"~Hello…~" I breathed, my brain turning into a sieve as I promptly forgot how one should act in this situation.
"~Hello.~" Came the honey voice again, right next to my ear this time. "~I believe you lost this last night in your hasty departure.~"
I felt something press into my hand, and I grasped at the silken material. I held it up and realised it was my Lily of the Valley mask.
"~Thank you.~" I breathed, thrilled that I had had it returned to me, and by him no less. From the way air left his lips, I guessed he was smiling.
"Orph!" Haun dropped the stick in front of me and sat down, looking utterly pleased with himself. I smiled down at him and bent over to pat his head, telling him what a good boy he was.
"~Shall I see you this evening?~" I asked, my heart stilling a moment, waiting for him to reply, and I smiled like an idiot when he did.
"~Of course, I shall find you in time for Liltameldo.~" He purred, and I instantly froze.
Liltameldo, The lovers dance. How had I forgotten this was the first dance?! I'd walked right into this one hadn't I? But I had promised my mysterious partner from last night as many dances as he wished, so I couldn't back out.
"~Ah, I now see why you came to return my mask.~" I lilted teasingly. The laugh that sounded sent little tingling sensations down my neck.
"~Perhaps, or I returned it to you so I may find you again. You are the only elleth who wore such a simple but beautiful mask.~"
I felt almost bad for him, thinking I was an elf. No matter how much I yearned to be of the Eldar, I could not deny my human heritage - even if it was from another world. But still, I laughed and replied;
"~I look forward to the dance.~"
"~As shall I my mysterious Lady.~" And with that, I felt him step away and when I turned, I saw his tall hooded frame vanish behind the tall flower bushes. A blush crept up onto my cheeks and I suddenly cursed myself, wondering what the heck had gotten into me. Twenty five years of showing little to no interest in ellyn except for friendship, I meet this one and poof! I seemed to be smitten! No, I was not smitten; intrigued…that was it. He was a mystery, and I loved solving mysteries. I felt a pang of guilt shoot through me as an ugly scar reared its head. Shaking my head to dispel the apparent fog that had settled about my mind I turned on my heel and made my way back to the palace with Haun following behind me.
Elves were busy putting the halls back to rights, and I helped out here and there as I made my way back to my room, deciding upon resting a bit more before the continued celebrations tonight. I felt slightly queasy just thinking of tonight!
"~Ah Lady Gunda, just the person I have been looking for.~"
I looked up from observing one of the long tables and smiled at the lordly elf who stood a few meters to my left, dressed in rich golden robes with a simple leaf design circlet atop his blonde head.
"~King Oropher, what a pleasant surprise.~" I curtsied, which brought an interested smile to his lips. "~What can I do for you?~" I asked, feeling my nerves jangle slightly as I felt I already knew what he was going to ask.
"~I wondered if you would do me the honour of joining me for morning tea?~"
I smiled, more in relief than at the invitation - which is probably how it looked.
"~It would be my pleasure.~"
The Sinda King offered me his arm and we went on our way, Haun dawdling behind us. To my surprise, Oropher lead me to the Royal wing, through the High-King's living room and onto the private terrace where a tray with tea already sat waiting.
"~Ereinion gave me permission to use his private terrace, I hope you do not mind?~" He explained upon seeing my slightly perplexed look but I shook my head, saying I was perfectly fine with using the private terrace. I was then a bit suspicious and surprised of his use of the High-King's birth name.
"~You seem to know the High-King quite well.~" I commented. He gave a soft chuckle.
"~I lived in his halls for a few decades after the war. We know each other well.~"
This made me smile. Perhaps he was not as bad as I had initially thought, though I was still interested to know how he came to find out about my 'foresight'.
We sat in the warm sunlight, overlooking the captivating landscape as I poured us tea.
"~How are you enjoying your stay My Lord?~"
Oropher didn't look at me when he answered, he just continued to look out at the cliffs with a certain low-key longing.
"~I am enjoying it very much My Lady, thank you.~" I offered him a cup and saucer and he took it, nodding in thanks. "~It is nice to be able to relax a little.~"
"~I'm sure. It can't be easy ruling a realm.~" I said, more to myself as I sipped my fruit tea. Another amazing gift from Celebrian. I was rather upset she couldn't make this years celebrations but I would see her soon enough when I traveled to Lorien at the end of the summer.
"~No, it is not, as I am sure you know.~" His jovial voice was uplifting and made me smile to myself.
"~Somewhat. I help out the High-King when and where I can.~"
"~Mmm. Ereinion speaks most highly of you three. There are many tales of the Orc slaying trio, of their courage and magical gifts, and of their beauty. And for once the rumours fall short of the truth.~" He stated, quite nonchalantly.
I stopped mid sip; instantly regretting that move when I burned the roof of my mouth and I had to force myself to swallow the hot liquid or risk spitting it out in front of a visitor! I was stunned. That was a compliment and a half! Especially coming from an elf!
"~Ereinion is also very protective of you all, which made it a little harder for me to convince him to let me talk to you.~"
I miraculously managed to keep my jaw from dropping to the floor, but my widening eyes gave me away. Oropher regarded me with a knowing look before chuckling softly to himself.
"~Do not worry My Lady. Every guardian feels the need to protect the young from any and every danger.~" His tone fell slightly at the mention of young ones and danger, making me wonder if he felt bad for having dragged his son here, for I still had to meet this incognito prince. Seeing his features fall ever so slightly, I switched the topic, opting to get the inevitable over and done with.
"~So, what did you wish to talk to me about?~"
Oropher gave me a slightly surprised look, then set his tea down and rested his elbows on the table, steepling his fingers in front of his mouth and resting his chin on his thumbs.
"~It is my understanding, from what Amdír, Lord Galdor and Ereinion have told me, that you do not speak of what you see of the future. Am I correct?~"
'Oh here we go again!' I moaned to myself but nodded in answer to his question.
"~Perfect. Now that I know that, I have come to ask you of your knowledge of our races.~"
I nearly frowned. This was…odd to say the least. Someone who didn't want to know the future? How refreshing.
"~I shall do my best to aid you in any way I can.~" I said, and his smile cheered both of us up. He then reached into his robes, and from an inside pocket, produced and unfolded a map. This almost made me chuckle, for no King I knew randomly carried a map around with them.
"~I wondered if you could tell me anything about the people from this place.~"
I leaned forward, and my brows knitted together when I saw where his finger lay.
"~What is your interest with The Easterlings of Rhun?~" I asked, my voice deepening with suspicion.
"~So you know of them?~"
I nodded, slowly leaning back in my chair, the diplomatic side of me springing forth. I eyed the Sinda King cautiously before I spoke.
"~I know of them, yes. Enough to know they are trouble, and not to be underestimated.~" I resisted the urge to ask why he wanted to know about them, I didn't want him to distrust me, or to give an impression that I knew what was going on, for I hadn't a scooby!
Oropher had by now sat back in his chair, a look of deep forethought etched into his elfin features. His prolonged silence gave me cause to become overly anxious. His silvery eyes darkened considerably, and my gut began to churn.
'Is Greenwood under attack!?' Was my immediate thought, but I dismissed that for why then was he here? As much as I dearly wanted to know what worried him so I could help, I had to be careful. Rushing into delicate matters like this could take horribly nasty turns. He needed to trust us, and we needed to trust him in return. With a deep breath to steady myself I sat up straight.
"~I will not ask you tell me what troubles you My lord. Nor am I asking you to trust me after only knowing me a day. But if you feel I can be of service, do not hesitate to ask. I shall come and aid you in whatever way I can.~"
The Sinda King looked up at me, and after considering my words, he gave me another thankful nod, and picked up his tea again.
"Guren glassui."
"Le nathlam" I replied with a sweet smile.
We turned to more happy subjects, like my fiddle playing (he had noticed the instrument lying on the sofa in the living room) the differences between woodland and city life. He spoke of the silvan people who took him as their King with reverent fondness. Though there was not much written about him, he was nothing like I had imagined him to be. He was not aloof or self important, however I got the feeling his 'regality' had no 'off' switch, working tirelessly and there was always a hint of seriousness about him. He was always proper and polite, genuinely a nice person and I found I warmed to him quicker than I should. Trust was not fully there between us, but the seeds were planted, and I hoped they would grow soon enough.
After tea he bid me farewell and I finally retired to my room for a nap. My head reeled with thoughts of the swarthy men and other problems. What were they up to? Why was Oropher worried about them? Were they friend or foe? Surely not every Easterling was bad. I thought I had read somewhere that they either fought with Sauron or remained neutral. Was Kimbela okay? She had been a little distant as of late…..
I dropped off mid thought, and was awakened some time later by a bouncing Glenys who hurled a bag onto my bed.
"Surprise! I got you some shells to finish decorating your bookshelves with!" She beamed at me as she sat down next to me on the bed.
"Oh…wow…thanks?" I replied, somewhat groggily as I rubbed the sleep from my eyes and peered into the drawstring bag.
"Oh my! No way, Glenys!" I sang as I pulled out a large, white and coral red conch shell, beautifully curved with delicate looking, but hardy spines.
"You're amazing! Thank you so much!" I put the shell down and threw my arms around her.
"I know." She chirped. "Come, lets get ready. I need to wash the sand out my hair."
"Wait, how'd you get sand in your hair?" I asked as she dragged me from the comfort of my bed and down towards the bathing room. I got no answer, which meant I probably shouldn't ask.
During the whole ordeal of getting ready, I explained about the conversation King Oropher and I had had over tea. I explained about the Swarthy People and suddenly remembered that one of their Kings had been given one of the nine rings. Oh goodie…more like oh crap because that opened up doors no one wanted open to begin with!
"Wraith…aren't they those black cloaked dudes on dragons?" Glenys asked.
"Fell-beasts, and yeah…thats them."
"This Easterling one…he's not the Witch-King is he?" Glenys' voice turned pleading, and silently I was pleading the wraiths had nothing to do with this.
"Witch-King?!" Kimbela choked, raising a brow and looking at me as if to ask if I was joking.
"Erm…nope, but he's the second most powerful."
"F*ck, sh*t, bollocks and everything in-between." Glenys cursed, and I was unsure if it had to do with the wraiths, or the knot she was trying to untangle from her hair. Luckily it was the latter.
There was a gentle knock at the door and one of Gil-Galad's valets poked his head around my bedroom door.
"~His majesty wishes to know if you are ready yet?~"
"~Soon, thank you Daeron.~" I smiled, and he gave me a pleased grin back. A little bit of recognition went a long way.
"Gee, are you going to wear that dress you made last year?" Kimbela asked, nodding her head towards my wardrobe where several dresses hung out for the picking, but one stood out, at least for them. I pressed my lips into a line and debated within myself. It was a lovely creation, and I had slaved away for weeks if not months making it. It was mid-night blue, with a black flowery lace overdress, and each flower had white diamond beads sewn in. It was a stunning piece, but I had always felt like it was more of a 'feast of starlight' dress.
"Oh go on Gee, you'll look stunning!" Glenys prompted.
Well…at the very least it would go with the mask…Oh Valar, the masked dance. Him! I felt my innards twist with nerves.
Dare I? Yes.
'I should not have worn this dress!' I berated myself as I walked, somewhat awkwardly down the bustling halls to the main hall. It was lovely on, but it felt almost naughty! The blue underdress was strapless and backless! And the black lace overdress covered everything from my neck to my wrists and even trailed behind me a little. I felt over dressed, with my mask covering half my face and my hair in a half up-do covering my non-pointy ears. Glenys had decided I needed something a little extra, more than my dressed down style, and so had decorated my hair with a diamond chain. I felt so utterly out of place, I had never dressed up to this extent before!
I felt people gaze at me as I made my way down the hall. I had paused to catch my breath and a small measure of courage, Glenys and Kimbela had gone ahead, at my suggestion. Now I wished I had asked them to stay with me, for I felt a little cramped with what felt like everyone starring at me. I knew I had nothing to fear, I saw familiar faces smile at me, and even those I didn't know gave me warm greetings. Yet I still felt uneasy as my eyes scanned the guests, in search for one in particular.
'Oh you're just nervous over meeting Mr. Handsome again.' I told myself as I entered the main hall where Gil-Galad would be waiting. I would feel safer once I had sat down with him and Lord Círdan and Elrond no doubt. I quickly made my way up the side of the hall so I was not too noticeable, lifting the edge of my dress and skipping up the steps.
Gil-Galad was talking to Amdír (who seemed a little too serious for a festive occasion I thought) and Círdan was half listening to their conversation, until his eyes drifted over my way.
"~My my, Gunda don't you look enchanting!~" Círdan exclaimed, standing and taking my outstretched hand. He twirled me under his arm to give everyone a good show, which only made me go bright red. He was like a proud Grandpa, always showing us off.
"~Enchanting indeed.~" Amdír complimented, stepping forward and kissing my hand as I curtsied. Finally I turned to Gil-Galad who eyed me half suspiciously.
"Dancing in the Liltameldo are you?" He smiled, his usual jovial tone a note lower, as I leaned over to give him a hug.
"Yes." I couldn't contain the broad smile that stretched from ear to ear.
"Well, I wish you all the best my dear. Now go and enjoy yourself. Let us old fogies sit and watch from afar."
"You're no old fogie! None of you are!" I gasped in fake shock, earning laughs from all the Lords around me.
"You are too kind dearest Gunda." Círdan patted my shoulder.
"Run along, your sisters are waiting for you." Gil-Galad chuckled, pointing down to the long table filled with drinks, where two people stood waving for me to come and join them.
"Enjoy the feast my Lords!" I chirped as I made my way to Kimbela and Glenys with a spring in my step.
"Hey guys!" I squeaked, bringing both siblings into a hug.
"Evening Gee." Haldir smiled warmly, and I beamed back at him, though he could only see half my face.
"Heya, didn't I tell you you'd look amazablez!" Glenys sang, handing me a glass of bubbly. I rolled my eyes, taking the glass and sipping at it, loving the tickle of sweet bubbles rushing down my rather dry throat.
"Had I known you were intending to make me look like Varda's skies I'd have never let you near my hair!" I sulked, sipping my drink.
"Aww you're welcome!" She patted my shoulder sarcastically. Both she and Kimbela were in matching shades lilac, and Kimbela had been coaxed into wearing a dress by Berilwen, but she didn't look too bothered by it. She seemed happy as ever leaning into Haldir's embrace, and Haldir looked quite handsome himself, plaits keeping his blonde hair out of his face and a silver blue tunic with simple embroidery, dark trousers and knee high boots.
"~Good evening Ladies, you're all looking beautiful as usual!~" Came the musical voice of Glorfindel. "Glenys." He smiled, taking her in one arm and planting a kiss on the crown of her head as she snuggled into his chest. One simply couldn't help but smile at their innocent display of affection.
"So…" I hummed, plotting out how to find out how Glenys got sand in her hair. "What did you all get up to today?" I looked to Haldir and Kimbela first. Kimbela shrugged.
"Sleeping. Lots of sleeping. Last night was more wild than usual. But we went to the gardens of fragrance, the cherry blossoms are finally blooming." Kimbela recounted, somewhat dreamily. Haldir smiled down at his petite wife before adding,
"And we listened to some elflings practice their instruments."
"Oh they where so CUTE!" Kimbela trilled, leaning further into her husbands side.
"I know!" I concurred. "And you two?" I feigned innocence when asking Glenys, and it worked, for a devious grin appeared on both their faces.
"Well…Glorfindel took me to the beach where we had breakfast, we collected lots of shells - oh we found a little cove where there are LOTS of conch shells Gee, we'll have to take you there." She beamed. I felt a little deflated…here I was expecting some BIG news…but shell picking? 'Fair enough' I thought, either way I was happy they'd enjoyed themselves.
"And Glorfindel popped the question." Glenys said passively. I nodded.
"Thats nice an-Wait! What?"
Glenys' features lit up, and Glorfindel looked a little bashful as Glenys let her right hand rest on his chest, now bearing a silver ring. My jaw dropped.
"Oh my Valar!" Kimbela exclaimed, reaching forward and taking Glenys' hand in hers.
"Oh Valar is correct! I think I'm going to faint!" I wheezed, my heart drumming with surprise and happiness. I couldn't believe it! Finally! I couldn't think of the right words to say and promptly began to cry tears of joy.
"Oh Gee! Don't cry!"
"Oh shut up I did the same when these two got engaged!" I huffed, pointing my thumb at Kimbela and her husband as Glenys gave me a hug.
"Oh I'm so happy for you two!" I sniffed, going up to Glorfindel to give him a hug too.
After I had dried my tears and we had toasted the happy couple, I began to mingle with the crowd. I ended up chatting to Thalion, who was with an elleth from Greenwood. Alva was her name, and a lovely tempered girl, bright cheery eyes and a smile a bit too big for her face, but she and Thalion seemed to get on like a house on fire. She laughed at his jokes, and she had an equally dark sense of humour! They invited me to join them out in the gardens, for she loved being close to nature. I declined, seeing as it was nearly time to start dancing, and my mysterious partner had yet to find me.
"~I look forward to seeing you soon My Lady!~" Alva smiled giddily, her silvan accent evident though she spoke sindarin, as she and Thalion made their way outside where the sun was still in the sky.
As time ticked by, I found the excited-ness built up during the day slowly begin to diminish. Slightly disappointed, but at the end of the day, it was just a dance. Perhaps he was a Lord and had other obligations? Not all courtiers were granted the same freedom as my siblings and I. Sighing to myself in resignation to the fact that I may not see the black masked ellon for a while, I wandered onto the balcony. Was I really that impatient? Or was it my curiosity as to who he was that drove my desire to see him again? I chuckled to myself and shook my head. After the first dance, what was the harm in dancing with someone else until he found me? Plenty of ellons had asked me and I had simply said "Perhaps later."
Of course, my mask had sparked interest, for only those partaking in the dance of lovers wore masks on the Summer Solstice, and during the dance at the climax you unmasked your partner and supposedly 'fell in love'. Inside the music began, and I closed my eyes as if I were accepting defeat.
"~Found you~" A whisper caressed my ear, and my heart jumped into my throat. With a shocked gasp I turned to my left and there, in his black masked, well dressed glory, stood my mysterious partner. Though my chest heaved ever so slightly from my fright, I beamed happily up at him.
"~So you have.~"
I felt my soul facepalm itself at the cringe-worthiness of my introduction. 'That's the best you had Gee? Really?!'
"~I am here to claim the first of many dances tonight, My lady.~" He grinned, holding up his hand. Without a second thought, I took it.
"~Lead on My Lord.~"
His features, even behind his mask, lit up as he walked us onto the floor where the dance had already begun, effortlessly slotting in-between the already dancing couples and taking me with him. I was still amazed at how freeing it felt to dance with him, yet every twist and turn was determined by him…almost. I added a twist every now and then to see how he reacted, and it seemed to spark something within him. Something slightly impish and thrilling ignited in his blue eyes.
"~You're an adventurous one, aren't you?~" He asked as he suddenly held me closer.
"~You have no idea.~" I grinned. My nose was barely an inch from his shimmery blue tunic, and I caught a whiff of his scent. He smelled like the forest on a dewy morning, crisp and calming. Caught in my own thoughts, I didn't realise he had lead us into the middle of the dance floor until I caught a glimpse of the ring of dancers around us, and my mind exploded into panic.
"~Do you trust me?~" He asked, his tone low and inviting, and my first instinct was to say 'No.' but somewhere in the back of my mind, a small voice piped up. 'It can't hurt to trust blindly once'. I looked up into his eyes of deep blue, searching them but found no ill intentions in their depths, nothing untoward. Before my mind processed this I heard one word slip from between my lips.
"~Yes.~"
The music hit a massive crescendo, and without warning, he let go of my hand and placed them both either side of my waist, lifting me high above his head, spinning me around. My breath came out in a wild gasp as I placed my hands on his shoulders for stability. A devious smile spread across our faces, my heart beating faster and faster, exhilaration building as I looked into the exited eyes of my daring partner.
'Who are you?' I mused as he lowered me down, pulling me to the side so my arm linked around his neck and he held me with one arm, still turning in circles. I was wondering how on earth he was not dizzy! I was, and was thankful his elvish self was not as I gripped hold of his shoulder when my feet did finally touch the ground.
The end of the dance was drawing near, for his soft fingers traced my jaw, up my check towards my mask. I did the same, feeling his cool skin beneath my fingertips as I reached for the black velvet that concealed his identity.
I had the corner of his mask between my fingertips, and he had mine. One move, a gentle tug and the mystery would be over. I would know who he was, and he would know me…my every nerve tightened and my jaw clenched slightly. Did I really want to know who he was? The big moment was fast approaching, and I only had a split second to decide.
A big cheer erupted from the dancing elves as they unmasked their partner. Only two people on the dance floor made no sound. To my utter surprise (and a good dose of shock) I lowered my hand, resting it on his shoulder, and he took a gentle hold of my waist again, leaving my mask on too. My heart beat furiously in my chest, amazed that this ellon possibly felt the same as I, not wanting to spoil the enchantment our masks held.
The dance finished, and my partner and I did not bow instead we gazed at each other with intrigue and wonder.
"~Why didn't you take my mask off?~" I asked, almost breathlessly as my heart tried to beat its way out of my chest. He smirked, and leaned in so his lips brushed off my ear, sending a chill running down my spine.
"~I could ask you the same question.~"
My breath came out in a rush. I didn't know how to react to that, but I flashed him a coy smile as he stood to his full height once again.
'Who are you?' I wondered, mesmerised by his endearing features. He gave me his arm, and I took it letting him lead me to buffet table where he took two glasses of wine and handed me one.
"~To you, my mysterious Lady.~"
I raised my glass, "~And to you, my masked Lord.~"
'Oh Valar, how much longer before you realise you CAN'T flirt Gee?' I thought, turning red in momentary embarrassment. He didn't seem to notice as his eyes caught something on the table behind us. He disappeared for a moment and returned with a plate with skewered fruits. He offered me the plate and not wanting to be rude, I took one, though my appetite had somewhat diminished from the knots it was currently in.
"~You look bewitching this evening My Lady.~" He complimented, making me go as red as the wine in my glass. "~I almost mistook you for Elbereth.~"
I let out a nervous laugh and exchanged a shy glance with him before shaking my head.
"~I wouldn't go so far as to say that, but thank you for your kind compliment.~"
He flashed me a soft smile then set down the plate and invited me to dance again.
Much like the night before, we shared many dances, and neither Kimbela nor Glenys were inebriated enough not to notice my recurring partner, and occasionally sent me interesting looks. I ignored them for the most part, too caught up having fun and eating good food.
As the sun began to set, we found ourselves wandering alone along quiet paths through Mitelu's gardens, enjoying each others company.
"~As much as I wish to know who you are, I do not wish for this mystery to be over.~" He sighed. I clasped my hands together in front of me, wishing exactly the same. My face contorted in thought, and then,
"~I propose a game.~"
"~A game?~"
"~Yes, we ask each other questions, and try and figure out who the other is.~"
"~Sounds fun.~" He mused with a smirk appearing on his lips. "~May I propose we have until the sun sets?~"
"~Agreed.~" I didn't' know where the giddiness that suddenly rose up in me came from, but I liked it all the same. Something, a hope, sparking.
"~Ladies first.~"
I bit the inside of my cheek as I tried to think up a question worth asking. "~What is your parentage? Sinda? Teleri? Ñoldorin?~"
"~Sindar, on both sides. How long have you lived in Mithlond? If you reside here.~"
I secretly thanked the Valar he had not asked me the same question, for that would have been game over pretty quick.
"~Almost twenty five years.~"
He nodded thoughtfully, kicking a stone with his boot, sending it skittering along the path we walked along.
"~Are you here with the Greenwood party?~"
He gave a solemn nod. "~Yes.~"
"~Ah…when do you leave?~"
"~That eager to get rid of me are you?~" He teased, winking at me. I laughed, shaking my head.
"~Not at all! I am simply trying to determine how long I may have in your company!~"
"~Well, we are here until my King has done what he came here to do. Have you met the King?~"
"~I have, I have even danced with him.~" I said, recounting the Sinda Kings graceful dance.
"~Interesting, he does not dance often.~" He stated. I frowned at him curiously.
"~Do you know him well?~"
"~Well enough.~" He sighed, looking at the ground. "~Your question.~" He prompted after a pause. I looked out to the horizon and saw the sun was already beginning to dip behind the sea.
"~Oh…um…What is your trade?~" I asked as we came to stand at the viewing stand.
"~I am learning my fathers trade of diplomacy, but I am trained with blades so I could say a warrior too. And you?~"
I let out a strained chuckle. "~Oh where do I begin?! I suppose I-~" I paused, caught unaware by the sudden realisation that hit me. "~I…don't think I have one…there may be one but that would be too obvious.~"
"~The sun is almost set so I suppose it doesn't matter.~" He pointed out. His tone was friendly, and put my mind at ease.
"~Orc slaying.~" I laughed. He looked at me with disbelief painted over the bottom half of his face.
"~Ah…yes that is…quite a big give away.~" He said thoughtfully as we watched the last of the golden disk descend below the horizon. From the corner of my eye I saw him reach up to remove his mask. "~I suppose we can reveal who we are now.~"
"~We can.~" I replied, somewhat sad that the end of the mystery was near, but excited to see who he was all the same. I reached up and pulled my mask off, and looked up at him.
He was breathtaking, and yet it were as if I suddenly knew exactly who he was. He had his fathers face, though his cheekbones were more pronounced. The prince incognito.
"~Thranduil Oropherion, of Greenwood the Great, at your service.~" He bowed as he announced his title. I felt my stomach clench, and then plummet to the earth's core. Just my luck really…I had to find the prince.
"~Gunda-Toril, at yours.~" I replied, curtsying. A long and awkward silence followed. "~It's a pleasure to meet you…finally.~" I said, rather muffled and cringing at the sudden and deafening quiet that had settled over us.
"~And you…~" His tone was coloured with uncertainty. We seemed taken aback at just who the other was! He was obviously expecting …well someone else, and I hadn't really cared until he fell silent. He obviously knew of me, I was one of the three his father had come to talk to! And this seemed to unsettle him greatly. Sucking my lips into a line I looked at the ground as if the next topic for discussion was the composition of gravel. The prince let out a heavy sigh.
"~Well this was an unexpected turn!~" He chuckled to himself.
I giggled, glad he was able to see a funny side to this all. "~It is.~" I shuffled from one foot to the other, unsure of how to continue from this. As it turns out, I didn't have to.
"~My Prince, your father requests your presence.~" A stern voice spoke up from behind, and without a second thought, the prince turned and left.
"~My apologies, I am needed elsewhere.~"
I nodded my head in thanks and bid him farewell. What else could I do? Keep him from his father when he seemed to find my company - now knowing who I was - uneasy? I wasn't sure if I should feel a little upset about that or not. I chuckled to myself and pondered on my luck with men, or elves as the case may be. How was it that when I showed interest in a guy, they seemed to run for the hills? Was I that repulsive in face or fëa? On top of everything else, that was Legolas' father. I snorted to myself at such a foolish idea that anything would blossom between us. There was NO chance. Ziltch.
I turned and began to make my way back to my quarters, feeling perhaps a change in attire would help me feel like returning to the party. I walked along the outdoor paths towards the kings private gardens and apartments, when two familiar voices caught my attention.
"~Father, I do not understand why you feel they are needed. What could they possibly offer that our scouts and warriors couldn't do?~"
"~Oh for the love of Ilúvatar son, enough. You have made your case, but I still feel it wise to seek council from those who may provide us with useful information, or help us obtain it. The young Lady with foresight has offered us her aid should we need it.~" Oropher sounded positively at his wits end, barely holding it together if his voice was anything to go by. They had obviously had this discussion before.
"~Who, this Gunda? She is no more than a child! We all know men's tales are not to be believed. She is more likely to get herself injured than be of help!~" The Prince exclaimed.
"Ouch, and thanks for the vote of confidence." I muttered to myself, deciding to move on quickly, but even as I left, their voices carried on the wind.
"~Careful of what you say Thranduil, they are well respected here.~"
The prince gave no answer, but what sounded like a disbelieving snort.
What a judgmental ass! He barely knew me and yet made assumptions as to my capabilities and personality. If I got him in a sparring ring we'd see who was the 'child' then!
I was seething. At what precisely I could no longer tell. I wanted Gil-Galad, Berilwen, someone I could vent to! 'Bloody Princes! This night couldn't get worse!'
Oh how wrong I was…
I made it to the Royal wing, and as I passed Gil-Galad's quarters, voices caught my attention yet again.
"~-act remains, the girls are safe.~"
There was only one set of girls he could be talking about, and my curiosity stupidly got the better of me, again. I pressed my ear up against the door and listened.
"~You have not upheld your side of the bargain Lord Gil-Galad!~" A raised voice that sounded very much like Amdír's came from the other side of the High-King's study door.
"~Circumstances have changed Lord Amdír, the parameters of that agreement have changed.~" Gil-Galad's stern words caused me to pause, and my heart felt like it stumbled over its own beat.
What agreement!?
Thanks for reading and Happy New Year!
Sindarin - English
Meleth nín - my love
Guren glassui - Thank you from my heart
Le nathlam - you are welcome (reverential)
Quenya
Fëa - spirit
