Chapter 2: Meetings with Strangers.
That night I donned my favourite dress. Blue with silver trimmings and small silver heels. My hair is considered to be unusually short for an elf, but I've been told it makes me look more angelic. Leaving my quarters in Rivendell, I noticed the elf from the courtyard, watching me. I turned to make sure my door was locked and as I spun back around he was standing right in front of me. "Hello," his voice was soft and gentle, "I saw you in the courtyard today." "Likewise, You're here for the council I assume?" My heart was racing but I tried to remain calm. 'What is it about this guy?' I thought nervously to myself. "Yes, I'm from northern Mirkwood." He paused shortly. "Who are you?" The look of confusion on his face was completely adorable. "Call me Ellienne," still I spoke softly, while my blonde locks glittered under the peaceful starlight. "Ellienne." He drew close and tension filled the air. "Yes, and you would be?" I knew that he was interested, but still wanted to know the name of this charming stranger. Our moment was disturbed by and explosion in the courtyard. "Isn't Rivendell a sanctuary?" I was slightly panicked now. I looked back at my suitor once more. "If there's any danger I have to help, but I can't leave you here." His eyes were filled with reassurance. As we raced towards the courtyard he held on to my hand. Near the courtyard stairs we met with Aragorn and Samwise. "Just fireworks, Aragorn." Sam had been told to expect it. "Fireworks? Well then, we all have a banquet to get to. Ellienne, we have to collect something first." Aragorn had a natural talent for bossing people about. I turned to look at the elf who had me weak at the knees and he stepped up to me. "I'll see you later then?" His voice was so calming. I nodded and turned to leave. As I did he reached for my wrist, pulled me close and whispered in my ear. "By the way, My name is Legolas." We parted slowly and he walked away smiling quietly to himself. "Ellienne, quickly," Aragorn called to me. Still dazed in awe I was standing still. His name was Legolas. "ELLIENNE!" I stirred from my trance like state and followed. "Legolas," I whispered to myself. Aragorn heard me and replied. "Yes, of Mirkwood, Thranduil's son. Youjust flirted with royalty." "Did not."
"Ellienne, I'm not blind. I saw you bat your eyelashes at him." "I was being polite," I blushed. I am a terrible liar. "Here you left this in Bree a while ago. Barlimans kept it for you until he found me on the way to Rivendell. We figured you'd wind up here first." Aragorn handed me the Orc slaying knife I once earned from dwarves who never saw my elvish side. It was made of pure methril. The blade shone in the moonlight and installed a feeling of security. As I placed it in the custom made holster near my thigh, I remembered how many times it saved my life.
That night I donned my favourite dress. Blue with silver trimmings and small silver heels. My hair is considered to be unusually short for an elf, but I've been told it makes me look more angelic. Leaving my quarters in Rivendell, I noticed the elf from the courtyard, watching me. I turned to make sure my door was locked and as I spun back around he was standing right in front of me. "Hello," his voice was soft and gentle, "I saw you in the courtyard today." "Likewise, You're here for the council I assume?" My heart was racing but I tried to remain calm. 'What is it about this guy?' I thought nervously to myself. "Yes, I'm from northern Mirkwood." He paused shortly. "Who are you?" The look of confusion on his face was completely adorable. "Call me Ellienne," still I spoke softly, while my blonde locks glittered under the peaceful starlight. "Ellienne." He drew close and tension filled the air. "Yes, and you would be?" I knew that he was interested, but still wanted to know the name of this charming stranger. Our moment was disturbed by and explosion in the courtyard. "Isn't Rivendell a sanctuary?" I was slightly panicked now. I looked back at my suitor once more. "If there's any danger I have to help, but I can't leave you here." His eyes were filled with reassurance. As we raced towards the courtyard he held on to my hand. Near the courtyard stairs we met with Aragorn and Samwise. "Just fireworks, Aragorn." Sam had been told to expect it. "Fireworks? Well then, we all have a banquet to get to. Ellienne, we have to collect something first." Aragorn had a natural talent for bossing people about. I turned to look at the elf who had me weak at the knees and he stepped up to me. "I'll see you later then?" His voice was so calming. I nodded and turned to leave. As I did he reached for my wrist, pulled me close and whispered in my ear. "By the way, My name is Legolas." We parted slowly and he walked away smiling quietly to himself. "Ellienne, quickly," Aragorn called to me. Still dazed in awe I was standing still. His name was Legolas. "ELLIENNE!" I stirred from my trance like state and followed. "Legolas," I whispered to myself. Aragorn heard me and replied. "Yes, of Mirkwood, Thranduil's son. Youjust flirted with royalty." "Did not."
"Ellienne, I'm not blind. I saw you bat your eyelashes at him." "I was being polite," I blushed. I am a terrible liar. "Here you left this in Bree a while ago. Barlimans kept it for you until he found me on the way to Rivendell. We figured you'd wind up here first." Aragorn handed me the Orc slaying knife I once earned from dwarves who never saw my elvish side. It was made of pure methril. The blade shone in the moonlight and installed a feeling of security. As I placed it in the custom made holster near my thigh, I remembered how many times it saved my life.