I use this thing...it's called artistic liscence...I love my artistic liscence...please...don't flame me for it.
Disclaimer:see chapter 1
Chapter 2
Legolas opened the gates with a command. They walked through and immediately the gates slammed behind them. Merry elven voices bounced off the passageway, which was airy and well lit. The corridor opened into a huge cavern. This cavern was the hall of the elven king. It was lit and lofty and one soon forgot that they were underground. Fëaeledh was amazed by it's beauty; tall pillars that seemed to be hewn from living stone added support to the ceiling and soared high above all of the heads that cared to look. The whole space was richly decorated, for the king was wealthy and it was no secret that he loved treasure. Elves were everywhere, working or just wandering. At the other end of the hall, directly opposite of the opening of the passage that Legolas and Fëaeledh had just left, sat the elven king on his throne. He sat tall and proud, a circlet of leaves was on his golden head. There was a strong resemblance between the father and his son. Fëaeledh froze where she was, taking it all in.
"Come," said Legolas, taking her arm and leading her. "We must greet the king."
He led Fëaeledh across the king's throne. He bowed, and Fëaeledh followed suit, curtsying.
"Your Majesty," he said formally. "I found this Lady, and she told me she has an errand here."
"I came to deliver a message from Lord Elrond," Fëaeledh clarified.
"Very well," said the king. "I shall receive your message later. Legolas, show her to a guest room so that she may refresh herself."
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Fëaeledh thanked Legolas as he left her at the door to her room, assuring, "I'm right down here if you need anything."
She stepped into the room. She set her pack on the bad and removed one of the nicer dresses she had brought, then moving into the bathing chamber. A mirror was hung there and laughed at her reflection. She was dirty, and spider webs clung to her hair. *What a way to appear before the king,* she thought as she began to clean herself.
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There came a knock at the door as Fëaeledh finished brushing the cobwebs from her red hair. She opened the door for a servant, who bowed.
"The king requests that you come and dine with him."
"Right now?" Fëaeledh asked.
"Yes, and he bids you leave the message behind. He says tonight is a night for merriment, and not business."
With that he led her from the room to the dining hall.
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Fëaeledh woke the next morning to the sound of someone knocking on the door. She quickly got out of bed and pulled on a robe. Holding it around herself, she cautiously opened the door. There she found Legolas.
"I've been sent to fetch you for breakfast," he said looking her in the eye.
"Oh, thank you," she replied. "I'll be out in a moment."
She shut the door and quickly dressed . Then she brushed her hair and clipped it back away from her face. She opened the door again and found Legolas leaning against the wall next to her door. He quickly straightened.
"Are you ready, my Lady?" he asked.
Fëaeledh nodded her assent, they began to walk down the almost familiar corridor from the night before. She noted landmarks, just in case she needed to find her way on her own.
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Breakfast passed without mention of the message she had come to deliver. After the meal, Fëaeledh asked Legolas about it.
"He will take it this afternoon," he explained. "Afternoon is the time when he deals with matters outside the kingdom. You will have the morning to do as you wish. Would you enjoy a small tour of Mirkwood?"
"I would," Fëaeledh said. "Maybe it will help me not get lost."
They both laughed at this and headed toward the stables to begin the morning.
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Fall was in full swing, the leaves changing colors, squirrels could be seen everywhere, gathering nuts for the winter. The horses walked easily through the trees, they knew the forest well. Soft words from their riders were all they needed to navigate,
The cool, crisp air refreshed Feaeledh, filling her with energy. She smiled, relaxing in the morning breezes. Patches of sunlight filtered through the monstrous trees, growing larger as they reached the boarder. They spoke as they rode, or sat in comfortable silences as if they had been friends for many ages. So entranced were they in each other's company, that they did not notice the impending danger...
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HaHa...I'm leaving it here...and I'm holding the next chapter captive until I get five reviews...
Disclaimer:see chapter 1
Chapter 2
Legolas opened the gates with a command. They walked through and immediately the gates slammed behind them. Merry elven voices bounced off the passageway, which was airy and well lit. The corridor opened into a huge cavern. This cavern was the hall of the elven king. It was lit and lofty and one soon forgot that they were underground. Fëaeledh was amazed by it's beauty; tall pillars that seemed to be hewn from living stone added support to the ceiling and soared high above all of the heads that cared to look. The whole space was richly decorated, for the king was wealthy and it was no secret that he loved treasure. Elves were everywhere, working or just wandering. At the other end of the hall, directly opposite of the opening of the passage that Legolas and Fëaeledh had just left, sat the elven king on his throne. He sat tall and proud, a circlet of leaves was on his golden head. There was a strong resemblance between the father and his son. Fëaeledh froze where she was, taking it all in.
"Come," said Legolas, taking her arm and leading her. "We must greet the king."
He led Fëaeledh across the king's throne. He bowed, and Fëaeledh followed suit, curtsying.
"Your Majesty," he said formally. "I found this Lady, and she told me she has an errand here."
"I came to deliver a message from Lord Elrond," Fëaeledh clarified.
"Very well," said the king. "I shall receive your message later. Legolas, show her to a guest room so that she may refresh herself."
---
Fëaeledh thanked Legolas as he left her at the door to her room, assuring, "I'm right down here if you need anything."
She stepped into the room. She set her pack on the bad and removed one of the nicer dresses she had brought, then moving into the bathing chamber. A mirror was hung there and laughed at her reflection. She was dirty, and spider webs clung to her hair. *What a way to appear before the king,* she thought as she began to clean herself.
---
There came a knock at the door as Fëaeledh finished brushing the cobwebs from her red hair. She opened the door for a servant, who bowed.
"The king requests that you come and dine with him."
"Right now?" Fëaeledh asked.
"Yes, and he bids you leave the message behind. He says tonight is a night for merriment, and not business."
With that he led her from the room to the dining hall.
---
Fëaeledh woke the next morning to the sound of someone knocking on the door. She quickly got out of bed and pulled on a robe. Holding it around herself, she cautiously opened the door. There she found Legolas.
"I've been sent to fetch you for breakfast," he said looking her in the eye.
"Oh, thank you," she replied. "I'll be out in a moment."
She shut the door and quickly dressed . Then she brushed her hair and clipped it back away from her face. She opened the door again and found Legolas leaning against the wall next to her door. He quickly straightened.
"Are you ready, my Lady?" he asked.
Fëaeledh nodded her assent, they began to walk down the almost familiar corridor from the night before. She noted landmarks, just in case she needed to find her way on her own.
---
Breakfast passed without mention of the message she had come to deliver. After the meal, Fëaeledh asked Legolas about it.
"He will take it this afternoon," he explained. "Afternoon is the time when he deals with matters outside the kingdom. You will have the morning to do as you wish. Would you enjoy a small tour of Mirkwood?"
"I would," Fëaeledh said. "Maybe it will help me not get lost."
They both laughed at this and headed toward the stables to begin the morning.
---
Fall was in full swing, the leaves changing colors, squirrels could be seen everywhere, gathering nuts for the winter. The horses walked easily through the trees, they knew the forest well. Soft words from their riders were all they needed to navigate,
The cool, crisp air refreshed Feaeledh, filling her with energy. She smiled, relaxing in the morning breezes. Patches of sunlight filtered through the monstrous trees, growing larger as they reached the boarder. They spoke as they rode, or sat in comfortable silences as if they had been friends for many ages. So entranced were they in each other's company, that they did not notice the impending danger...
---
HaHa...I'm leaving it here...and I'm holding the next chapter captive until I get five reviews...