Chapter One-Establishing Room and Board
As she cleared the woods and came upon the palace, figures fell from the trees into crouching positions on the ground, and then rose slowly.
She was stopped by the first figure, which had fallen in front of her. The others rose as it did and they gathered behind him as Vyana's dark eyes locked with his own.
"Quel Undome Legolas How are things in the kingdom this night?" (Good Evening)
He looked at her with a suspicious smile.
"Hama lye govannen?" he asked slowly. (Have we met?)
"We just did." She murmured as she walked past him and the other elves towards the palace, her eyes flashing. She lowered the hood of her cloak as she nimbly bounced up the spotless stone steps.
"My name is Vyana, I'm here on business with the sovereign of your lands upon request of the White Wizard." She told them as she walked in freely, not even halting while she told them her business. They looked on at her in shock as she walked into the castle as if she owned it. They turned and watched her for a moment, still in awe. One of them opened his mouth to say something, but the other stopped him upon hearing his companion's breathe being drawn.
"You heard her, she is here under the hand of Saruman, there is nothing to be done. She is free to roam our lands."
"Did you see her eyes?! She is a Dark Elf, surely she is not welcome!"
"There is nothing we can do, if she need be stopped our Lord will take care if her." And with that he returned to his post. The other took one last look at Vyana's retreating form and then followed suit and went back to his own post.
~~~ Vyana's footsteps took her straight to the throne and she stopped only several feet short of it. She halted before Thranduil and bowed her head for a moment.
"My Lord," she lifted her head, "I am here under the order of Isengard. My journey was a long one and I am weary; I request room and board under your crown, if it allowed me."
"It will be allowed you, but first you will tell me the purpose of your journey." He told her.
Vyana's lips curled into a smile, "Yes My Lord."
"Let me first begin with my name. I am Vyana and though I come under the Land of the White Wizard I hail from the Golden Wood."
At this the king pursed his lips. The tension between the Greenwood and Lothlorien was thick.
"Why do u come to my lands Lady Vyana?"
"I have been to the White Wizard myself and asked to start my life anew here."
Thranduil wrinkled his brow and shifted uncomfortably in his seat.
"Why anew, Lady Vyana?"
Vyana hesitated, and then took half a second to ad-lib a lie. She'd always been good at lies.
"I have many things I wish to leave behind, such as the Golden Wood your highness." Galadriel's eyes flashed in her mind and the word 'treason' seemed to whisper itself over her ear. Her mind quickly changed the subject.
'This whole royalty thing is making me sick.'she thought to herself.
When had the labels of nobility and rank been used to identify elves and not the filthy humans who'd come up with the entire system. It wasn't right in the way of the Firstborns and those who had seen the light of the Two Trees.
She sighed mentally. Just another reason why the woodlander elves were looked down upon in the realm of the Galadhrim.
Thranduil thought for a good few moments. Vyana was growing impatient and nervous. She just wanted to be alone in a chamber where she could sort out her thoughts and put her things away.
Finally, he looked up at her slowly.
What had seemed an eternity had in reality only been about three minutes.
Thranduil turned to a servant on his left.
"Call Legolas for me, tell him I wish to see him."
The servant bowed her torso and sprinted off.
"Much merit for your kind hospitality Thranduil King."
The sides of his mouth ticked up, showing the slightest signs of a smile.
"'Tis no trouble milady." His eyes seemed to be telling her that he was almost happy she was here.
Suddenly Legolas was beside her.
"You called for me father?" his voice was heathery and reminded her of the wind.
"Yes, show Lady Vyana to her guest chamber and have a servant set out a dress for her for dinner."
"Yes father." Legolas bowed his head and then looked to Vyana.
She in turn quickly looked to Thranduil and once more, bowed her head.
"I do thank you again your highness, for all your hospitality, for it is known through out the lands of Middle Earth, kind sovereign of the Green Wood." A smile crept over her features. One that screamed betrayal. Thranduil took no notice.
The king blushed ever so slightly, "Again, it is no trouble fair lady." Vyana nodded in satisfactory, then walked off with Legolas.
'That was too easy, fools these Woodlander elves are, the tales of my people do not lie.' She thought to her self as she was lead to her chamber.
As she cleared the woods and came upon the palace, figures fell from the trees into crouching positions on the ground, and then rose slowly.
She was stopped by the first figure, which had fallen in front of her. The others rose as it did and they gathered behind him as Vyana's dark eyes locked with his own.
"Quel Undome Legolas How are things in the kingdom this night?" (Good Evening)
He looked at her with a suspicious smile.
"Hama lye govannen?" he asked slowly. (Have we met?)
"We just did." She murmured as she walked past him and the other elves towards the palace, her eyes flashing. She lowered the hood of her cloak as she nimbly bounced up the spotless stone steps.
"My name is Vyana, I'm here on business with the sovereign of your lands upon request of the White Wizard." She told them as she walked in freely, not even halting while she told them her business. They looked on at her in shock as she walked into the castle as if she owned it. They turned and watched her for a moment, still in awe. One of them opened his mouth to say something, but the other stopped him upon hearing his companion's breathe being drawn.
"You heard her, she is here under the hand of Saruman, there is nothing to be done. She is free to roam our lands."
"Did you see her eyes?! She is a Dark Elf, surely she is not welcome!"
"There is nothing we can do, if she need be stopped our Lord will take care if her." And with that he returned to his post. The other took one last look at Vyana's retreating form and then followed suit and went back to his own post.
~~~ Vyana's footsteps took her straight to the throne and she stopped only several feet short of it. She halted before Thranduil and bowed her head for a moment.
"My Lord," she lifted her head, "I am here under the order of Isengard. My journey was a long one and I am weary; I request room and board under your crown, if it allowed me."
"It will be allowed you, but first you will tell me the purpose of your journey." He told her.
Vyana's lips curled into a smile, "Yes My Lord."
"Let me first begin with my name. I am Vyana and though I come under the Land of the White Wizard I hail from the Golden Wood."
At this the king pursed his lips. The tension between the Greenwood and Lothlorien was thick.
"Why do u come to my lands Lady Vyana?"
"I have been to the White Wizard myself and asked to start my life anew here."
Thranduil wrinkled his brow and shifted uncomfortably in his seat.
"Why anew, Lady Vyana?"
Vyana hesitated, and then took half a second to ad-lib a lie. She'd always been good at lies.
"I have many things I wish to leave behind, such as the Golden Wood your highness." Galadriel's eyes flashed in her mind and the word 'treason' seemed to whisper itself over her ear. Her mind quickly changed the subject.
'This whole royalty thing is making me sick.'she thought to herself.
When had the labels of nobility and rank been used to identify elves and not the filthy humans who'd come up with the entire system. It wasn't right in the way of the Firstborns and those who had seen the light of the Two Trees.
She sighed mentally. Just another reason why the woodlander elves were looked down upon in the realm of the Galadhrim.
Thranduil thought for a good few moments. Vyana was growing impatient and nervous. She just wanted to be alone in a chamber where she could sort out her thoughts and put her things away.
Finally, he looked up at her slowly.
What had seemed an eternity had in reality only been about three minutes.
Thranduil turned to a servant on his left.
"Call Legolas for me, tell him I wish to see him."
The servant bowed her torso and sprinted off.
"Much merit for your kind hospitality Thranduil King."
The sides of his mouth ticked up, showing the slightest signs of a smile.
"'Tis no trouble milady." His eyes seemed to be telling her that he was almost happy she was here.
Suddenly Legolas was beside her.
"You called for me father?" his voice was heathery and reminded her of the wind.
"Yes, show Lady Vyana to her guest chamber and have a servant set out a dress for her for dinner."
"Yes father." Legolas bowed his head and then looked to Vyana.
She in turn quickly looked to Thranduil and once more, bowed her head.
"I do thank you again your highness, for all your hospitality, for it is known through out the lands of Middle Earth, kind sovereign of the Green Wood." A smile crept over her features. One that screamed betrayal. Thranduil took no notice.
The king blushed ever so slightly, "Again, it is no trouble fair lady." Vyana nodded in satisfactory, then walked off with Legolas.
'That was too easy, fools these Woodlander elves are, the tales of my people do not lie.' She thought to her self as she was lead to her chamber.