1 Chapter Three
Breakfast in the Morning
Khelekril looked in her closet. There were many beautiful gowns, but only one caught her attention. It was a sapphire blue that matched her eyes. Khelekril pulled it out of the closet, and held it up to herself. It fit perfectly. She slid into it, then pulled on her soft, brown leather boots. The gown hid them well, as she walked over to the nightstand. Sitting there, just as it had been three years before, was her silver circlet. Khelekril put it on, and it still fit her. Three small icicle shapes hung from the front of it. They were carved from an aquamarine stone. (Khelekril in Elvish means 'Ice-brilliance. This is why she has icicles on the circlet. Also, a circlet is somewhat like a crown, representing her royalty.) The twelve-year-old elf smiled at her reflection in the mirror.
Khelekril heard a knock on the door, and walked to open it, her gown making soft shifting sounds. She pulled the door open, and there stood Legolas, dressed in a light green blouse and leggings, along with his leather boots and his own circlet, gold with a single green leaf hanging from the middle. The outfit matched his eyes well, too, and the circlet was elegant upon his blonde hair. He raised a brown eyebrow when he noticed her boots, which just peeped out from beneath her gown. Khelekril shrugged, "They were the only comfortable pair!" Legolas laughed, and offered her his arm, "Then why not be comfortable?" he asked, still chuckling. They walked hand in hand down to the breakfast table, where many others awaited the youngest children of Thranduil.
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Legolas and Khelekril were the last to enter the dining hall. They bowed as they entered, and sat down. Khelekril sat with Thranduil on one side and Arwen Undomiel on the other, with Legolas and Estel across from her. The seventeen-year-old elf had always been the young Khelekril's friend, despite how much older Arwen of Imladris (Rivendell) was. They stood and embraced each other for a moment, and then sat down again. "Arwen! I've missed you so much!" Khelekril said. "I have missed you too, young one," Arwen said smiling. They began to eat. Khelekril couldn't help but notice that Estel was flirting with Arwen. "Arwen, I believe Estel is flirting with you," she muttered into Arwen's pointy ear. Arwen giggled, and waved to Estel. "You're flirting with him!" Khelekril said, her jaw dropped open. "So?" Arwen said, giggling even more. Khelekril shrugged, " A lot has changed since I last saw you." "Change isn't always bad, Princess," Arwen pointed out. "But it isn't always good, either," Khelekril muttered into her tea.
Short chapter, but hey, I got this out of the way. The next chapter will be a couple years after this, when Khelekril is 16, Legolas and Estel 19, and Arwen 21.
Breakfast in the Morning
Khelekril looked in her closet. There were many beautiful gowns, but only one caught her attention. It was a sapphire blue that matched her eyes. Khelekril pulled it out of the closet, and held it up to herself. It fit perfectly. She slid into it, then pulled on her soft, brown leather boots. The gown hid them well, as she walked over to the nightstand. Sitting there, just as it had been three years before, was her silver circlet. Khelekril put it on, and it still fit her. Three small icicle shapes hung from the front of it. They were carved from an aquamarine stone. (Khelekril in Elvish means 'Ice-brilliance. This is why she has icicles on the circlet. Also, a circlet is somewhat like a crown, representing her royalty.) The twelve-year-old elf smiled at her reflection in the mirror.
Khelekril heard a knock on the door, and walked to open it, her gown making soft shifting sounds. She pulled the door open, and there stood Legolas, dressed in a light green blouse and leggings, along with his leather boots and his own circlet, gold with a single green leaf hanging from the middle. The outfit matched his eyes well, too, and the circlet was elegant upon his blonde hair. He raised a brown eyebrow when he noticed her boots, which just peeped out from beneath her gown. Khelekril shrugged, "They were the only comfortable pair!" Legolas laughed, and offered her his arm, "Then why not be comfortable?" he asked, still chuckling. They walked hand in hand down to the breakfast table, where many others awaited the youngest children of Thranduil.
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Legolas and Khelekril were the last to enter the dining hall. They bowed as they entered, and sat down. Khelekril sat with Thranduil on one side and Arwen Undomiel on the other, with Legolas and Estel across from her. The seventeen-year-old elf had always been the young Khelekril's friend, despite how much older Arwen of Imladris (Rivendell) was. They stood and embraced each other for a moment, and then sat down again. "Arwen! I've missed you so much!" Khelekril said. "I have missed you too, young one," Arwen said smiling. They began to eat. Khelekril couldn't help but notice that Estel was flirting with Arwen. "Arwen, I believe Estel is flirting with you," she muttered into Arwen's pointy ear. Arwen giggled, and waved to Estel. "You're flirting with him!" Khelekril said, her jaw dropped open. "So?" Arwen said, giggling even more. Khelekril shrugged, " A lot has changed since I last saw you." "Change isn't always bad, Princess," Arwen pointed out. "But it isn't always good, either," Khelekril muttered into her tea.
Short chapter, but hey, I got this out of the way. The next chapter will be a couple years after this, when Khelekril is 16, Legolas and Estel 19, and Arwen 21.