He stood there, watching her kindly as she bowed and introduced herself
with precision. It had been far too long since he had laid his truly blue
eyes upon the young Elvin maid. He was dumbfounded to see how she had
matured, how she had become a faultless silhouette of a lady.
"My dear Nadria." Thranduil stepped forward delicately, and placed a fond hand on her shoulder, the silk fabric rustling beneath it.
"What news do you bring me of your father? I trust he is in good health, as always, and that Rivendell is safe. What possibly could I owe the pleasure of your visit to? Why does your father have you come?" He canted his stare, looking to her as her head just scarcely reached his chin.
She took a tender hand, wrapping her russet fingers within her murky hair, and continued repeating this action frequently.
"He would only have me deliver a letter to you. It is of great importance, he has made that more than clear." Shifting away from the great king, Nadria produced the slightly frayed letter, stamped shut. With a temperate gesture, the paper found it's way from her supple hand to Thranduil's. He took it with poise, and with modest thought, slit the seal, skimming it quickly. Nadria glanced about the vast room. It was gilded with aptness, and everywhere you looked, the throne room was active with people. She noticed, much to her apprehension, a young lord standing beside the great chair, wrapped and carved to a wraithlike beauty. It was the man from the pond. She sighed with a comfortable dismay. What would cause his need to be here? She dismissed the thought as she glanced once more to the fair- haired 3 king, his face bent into a strange expression. What was in the letter that caused him such a disdainful disposition? Thranduil began to step away, moving towards his chair and sitting with a wobble, almost losing his wits. He looked to his son, who still stood patiently beside the throne.
"Please escort the lady back to her quarters, I have much to think about." Legolas nodded with a gentle tilt of his head.
Thranduil looked to Nadria, "My son, Legolas. He will see you to your room." Nadria looked to the lord, who smiled at her with a knowing gaze, and she cursed herself mutely. How could this be? How could she make a fool of herself in front of the prince himself? She bowed to Thranduil, knowing naught else to do, and with a nod, she took the arm that Legolas presented as he approached her. How shamefaced she felt. What a downright fool she had been! With an unnatural air of confusion and embarrassment, they left Thranduil to his own vexed thoughts.
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For what seemed an eternity, the two walked down the hall in silence, Nadria catching the beautiful prince glancing at her now and then, and, when she couldn't stand it any longer, she halted, turning to face him with a scornful stare.
"I'm sorry." She drawled out slowly.
"Sorry?" Legolas canted his brow as he stared at her.
"For they way I acted early this day. It was most rude of me. I apologize." She looked at him with slit eyes, apologizing to him seemed right, but it was almost too much.
"I know what you're sorry for. I just can't bring myself to believe that you would apologize. Careful what you say, Lady, I might get the impression that you actually like me." Legolas said with a roguish grin.
"OH!" She cried to him, turning away from him once more and storming down the hall. "Just because I apologize does not AT ALL entail that I like you in the LEAST bit! I was merely being polite." She called to her as she faded into the back of the hall. With a muffled chuckle, Legolas took after her.
"Please!" he hailed to her, "Wait! I'm sorry." He sprinted to catch up with her, but she paid him no mind, continuing her trek down the hall.
"I didn't mean to offend you.again." He spat innocently. "Come, shall we act like such children? You apologized to me, and I to you. Please, Lady. Let's call it a truce. All can be forgiven and forgotten."
Nadria stopped, looking at him with a confused eye. "No more, then? We start over."
"Trust me," Legolas looked at her, bowing as a prince might, "I will show you nothing but the respect you deserve from this moment forward."
With a quaint smile and bow of her tender head, Nadria agreed.
"I suppose I can believe the word of the Elf Lord who thought it possible of himself to catch the sun, no?"
She laughed then, and continued to walk, leaving a cherry tinged Legolas to his own embarrassment.
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Authors Note: Okay..so..yeah, I'm not dead.la dee da dee da.keep reviewing!
Next Chapter: So.Legolas and Nadria get a little friendlier, and what does the letter have to do with poor Nadria, wait.and Legolas too?
"My dear Nadria." Thranduil stepped forward delicately, and placed a fond hand on her shoulder, the silk fabric rustling beneath it.
"What news do you bring me of your father? I trust he is in good health, as always, and that Rivendell is safe. What possibly could I owe the pleasure of your visit to? Why does your father have you come?" He canted his stare, looking to her as her head just scarcely reached his chin.
She took a tender hand, wrapping her russet fingers within her murky hair, and continued repeating this action frequently.
"He would only have me deliver a letter to you. It is of great importance, he has made that more than clear." Shifting away from the great king, Nadria produced the slightly frayed letter, stamped shut. With a temperate gesture, the paper found it's way from her supple hand to Thranduil's. He took it with poise, and with modest thought, slit the seal, skimming it quickly. Nadria glanced about the vast room. It was gilded with aptness, and everywhere you looked, the throne room was active with people. She noticed, much to her apprehension, a young lord standing beside the great chair, wrapped and carved to a wraithlike beauty. It was the man from the pond. She sighed with a comfortable dismay. What would cause his need to be here? She dismissed the thought as she glanced once more to the fair- haired 3 king, his face bent into a strange expression. What was in the letter that caused him such a disdainful disposition? Thranduil began to step away, moving towards his chair and sitting with a wobble, almost losing his wits. He looked to his son, who still stood patiently beside the throne.
"Please escort the lady back to her quarters, I have much to think about." Legolas nodded with a gentle tilt of his head.
Thranduil looked to Nadria, "My son, Legolas. He will see you to your room." Nadria looked to the lord, who smiled at her with a knowing gaze, and she cursed herself mutely. How could this be? How could she make a fool of herself in front of the prince himself? She bowed to Thranduil, knowing naught else to do, and with a nod, she took the arm that Legolas presented as he approached her. How shamefaced she felt. What a downright fool she had been! With an unnatural air of confusion and embarrassment, they left Thranduil to his own vexed thoughts.
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For what seemed an eternity, the two walked down the hall in silence, Nadria catching the beautiful prince glancing at her now and then, and, when she couldn't stand it any longer, she halted, turning to face him with a scornful stare.
"I'm sorry." She drawled out slowly.
"Sorry?" Legolas canted his brow as he stared at her.
"For they way I acted early this day. It was most rude of me. I apologize." She looked at him with slit eyes, apologizing to him seemed right, but it was almost too much.
"I know what you're sorry for. I just can't bring myself to believe that you would apologize. Careful what you say, Lady, I might get the impression that you actually like me." Legolas said with a roguish grin.
"OH!" She cried to him, turning away from him once more and storming down the hall. "Just because I apologize does not AT ALL entail that I like you in the LEAST bit! I was merely being polite." She called to her as she faded into the back of the hall. With a muffled chuckle, Legolas took after her.
"Please!" he hailed to her, "Wait! I'm sorry." He sprinted to catch up with her, but she paid him no mind, continuing her trek down the hall.
"I didn't mean to offend you.again." He spat innocently. "Come, shall we act like such children? You apologized to me, and I to you. Please, Lady. Let's call it a truce. All can be forgiven and forgotten."
Nadria stopped, looking at him with a confused eye. "No more, then? We start over."
"Trust me," Legolas looked at her, bowing as a prince might, "I will show you nothing but the respect you deserve from this moment forward."
With a quaint smile and bow of her tender head, Nadria agreed.
"I suppose I can believe the word of the Elf Lord who thought it possible of himself to catch the sun, no?"
She laughed then, and continued to walk, leaving a cherry tinged Legolas to his own embarrassment.
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Authors Note: Okay..so..yeah, I'm not dead.la dee da dee da.keep reviewing!
Next Chapter: So.Legolas and Nadria get a little friendlier, and what does the letter have to do with poor Nadria, wait.and Legolas too?