The sun was high and shone down upon the kingdom of Mirkwood. Young Adele
burst into a jog as she realized how late she would be for dinner. Well,
Adele really didn't consider herself young, she was already 378, but then
again what did age matter when you had it forever? She madly ran towards
the white walls of the palace now just coming into view, nearly knocking
over 3 elderly Elf women as they scowled and mumbled scoldings in a low
elfin tongue. Did they think she couldn't hear them? Adele WAS and elf
after all, she did have the best hearing of creatures great and small.
However, she was used to the rants from the kingdom inhabitants, what could
she expect being the only elf girl to run around in pants? Pants shouldn't
be reserved only for men and warriors, she thought to herself, trying to
convince her mind that she wasn't truly out of line.
Adele burst through the doors of the palace, darting up the ivory staircase, nearly falling head over heels. Thankfully a strong hand caught her arm just before she hit the cold hard floor. She shamefully drug her eyes upward to embarrassedly thank her savior. until she saw whose hands she had fallen into.
"L..Legolas? Thanks, I guess," she hurriedly muttered.
" No problem at all, my friend," he said, his iced blue eyes piercing into her dull hazel.
Adele ran off to her chambers, hoping that the prince would forget her mishap. She wasn't too humiliated at the accident, the fact that got her worried was the painful torment of teasing that was to follow. Legolas had always been a good friend of hers. She longed to be approved by the handsome elf, him being one of the most skilled of his time. Not only skilled in fighting, but the young man had golden hair and blue eyes that could crack through your soul, that is if you didn't melt from his good looks first.
Adele knew she denied her feelings for this close friend, but she had good reasons. She wasn't exactly the most gorgeous of her kind, nearly an outcast by looks alone. One of the only female elves to be sporting hazel eyes and dark auburn hair, and 2 inches under the towering height of Legolas. To make matters worse, she was only a shade lighter than tan and much too skinny. She had the curves the others did, but no one could tell, for she chose not to wear form-fitting clothing. Besides, Legolas thought of her more as a guy friend, not a girl. She was a natural tomboy, running around with her long braids and sleek pants, practicing archery and horseback nearly everyday, she knew very well why she was regarded so severely.
Adele jumped into her bath and scrubbed her lanky body raw, emerging from the waters clean and fresh. She threw on a loose pale blue tunic and her favorite tan pants with gold hems. Hurrying once again to the dining hall she quickly fastened pearls in her ears, to at least show an attempt of being presentable. She stormed into the hall as the nobles were being seated. She swiftly grabbed the last open seat- right across from Legolas.
"Hello again, Adele," he spoke, flashing her an amused smile. She eyed Legolas carefully, soon finding the cause of his amusement. She gasped as she noticed she was clad in a nearly matching garment as her friend across the table.
"What a fine taste you have, Prince of Mirkwood," Adele said nervously laughing.
"As do you fair lady of Rivendell," he returned the compliment. A shade of scarlet warmed her face as she thought how far indeed she was from fair. Adele recalled the day her father sent her to reside in the halls of Mirkwood. "It will serve as practice towards becoming a noble lady", he told her as she set off to start a new life. Adele was deep in thought when she felt a blunt kick to her shin. Thankful she was to Legolas, who once again saved her from the mortification of missing the opening song. As the last few bars faded, she found herself gazing at the silhouette of Legolas. Her wishful staring caught his eye, as he thought she was trying to make him laugh. He playfully winked at her, and she quickly looked away, her face once again tingled with crimson.
Dinner carried on until the sweet music filled the hall once more. Tables and chairs were pushed aside, making room as the after dinner dance began. Adele rose from her seat not taking her eyes off Legolas, waiting for him to ask her to dance. He silently moved in her direction. No sooner than he had taken two steps was he pulled away by a flock of beautiful admirers. She let out a low sigh, just loud enough to catch Legolas's attention, and he shot her a look as to say, "Well, what am I supposed to do?" Adele felt a deep sadness wash over her, and she couldn't bear standing amidst happy people.
Adele ran out into the cool night air and climbed a gnarled trunk of an elm tree overlooking the banquet hall. A lonely tear found it's way down her cheek as she fixed her eyes upon Legolas contently dancing with the gorgeous she-elves. Another stream of silent tears poured down her face, and she looked up at the star filled sky, wishing she never felt this way about her own friend. After all, she knew he would never love her as she did him, he wouldn't even believe her if she told him for that matter. The dance slowly came to an end, and Legolas walked arm in arm charming 5 female elves. They halted underneath the sturdy branch Adele was resting on, and she held her breath as they exchanged farewell kisses. Legolas was soon the last one standing under the tree. He watched the last of the elves depart for their rooms and said to no one, "They make me feel so hollow." and he let out an exasperated sigh the same time she drew in a sharp breath. His keen elf ears picked up the noise, and he stealthily climbed the tree and sat down on the branch next to her.
"I daresay life is treating you better than me?" he said softly.
"If only," she mumbled, hastily wiping off her tear streaked face. He caught her hand in his and she felt an odd sensation flow through her fingertips. He carefully lifted her chin with an icy forefinger. "Your eyes are green today, Adele," he whispered.
"If you only knew what you are doing," she murmured, her lips inches away from his. She slipped out of his light grasp and down to the base of the trunk, running to her chambers, and leaving a confused Legolas to watch the only thing she had left behind- a trail of tears gleaming in the moonlight.
Adele burst through the doors of the palace, darting up the ivory staircase, nearly falling head over heels. Thankfully a strong hand caught her arm just before she hit the cold hard floor. She shamefully drug her eyes upward to embarrassedly thank her savior. until she saw whose hands she had fallen into.
"L..Legolas? Thanks, I guess," she hurriedly muttered.
" No problem at all, my friend," he said, his iced blue eyes piercing into her dull hazel.
Adele ran off to her chambers, hoping that the prince would forget her mishap. She wasn't too humiliated at the accident, the fact that got her worried was the painful torment of teasing that was to follow. Legolas had always been a good friend of hers. She longed to be approved by the handsome elf, him being one of the most skilled of his time. Not only skilled in fighting, but the young man had golden hair and blue eyes that could crack through your soul, that is if you didn't melt from his good looks first.
Adele knew she denied her feelings for this close friend, but she had good reasons. She wasn't exactly the most gorgeous of her kind, nearly an outcast by looks alone. One of the only female elves to be sporting hazel eyes and dark auburn hair, and 2 inches under the towering height of Legolas. To make matters worse, she was only a shade lighter than tan and much too skinny. She had the curves the others did, but no one could tell, for she chose not to wear form-fitting clothing. Besides, Legolas thought of her more as a guy friend, not a girl. She was a natural tomboy, running around with her long braids and sleek pants, practicing archery and horseback nearly everyday, she knew very well why she was regarded so severely.
Adele jumped into her bath and scrubbed her lanky body raw, emerging from the waters clean and fresh. She threw on a loose pale blue tunic and her favorite tan pants with gold hems. Hurrying once again to the dining hall she quickly fastened pearls in her ears, to at least show an attempt of being presentable. She stormed into the hall as the nobles were being seated. She swiftly grabbed the last open seat- right across from Legolas.
"Hello again, Adele," he spoke, flashing her an amused smile. She eyed Legolas carefully, soon finding the cause of his amusement. She gasped as she noticed she was clad in a nearly matching garment as her friend across the table.
"What a fine taste you have, Prince of Mirkwood," Adele said nervously laughing.
"As do you fair lady of Rivendell," he returned the compliment. A shade of scarlet warmed her face as she thought how far indeed she was from fair. Adele recalled the day her father sent her to reside in the halls of Mirkwood. "It will serve as practice towards becoming a noble lady", he told her as she set off to start a new life. Adele was deep in thought when she felt a blunt kick to her shin. Thankful she was to Legolas, who once again saved her from the mortification of missing the opening song. As the last few bars faded, she found herself gazing at the silhouette of Legolas. Her wishful staring caught his eye, as he thought she was trying to make him laugh. He playfully winked at her, and she quickly looked away, her face once again tingled with crimson.
Dinner carried on until the sweet music filled the hall once more. Tables and chairs were pushed aside, making room as the after dinner dance began. Adele rose from her seat not taking her eyes off Legolas, waiting for him to ask her to dance. He silently moved in her direction. No sooner than he had taken two steps was he pulled away by a flock of beautiful admirers. She let out a low sigh, just loud enough to catch Legolas's attention, and he shot her a look as to say, "Well, what am I supposed to do?" Adele felt a deep sadness wash over her, and she couldn't bear standing amidst happy people.
Adele ran out into the cool night air and climbed a gnarled trunk of an elm tree overlooking the banquet hall. A lonely tear found it's way down her cheek as she fixed her eyes upon Legolas contently dancing with the gorgeous she-elves. Another stream of silent tears poured down her face, and she looked up at the star filled sky, wishing she never felt this way about her own friend. After all, she knew he would never love her as she did him, he wouldn't even believe her if she told him for that matter. The dance slowly came to an end, and Legolas walked arm in arm charming 5 female elves. They halted underneath the sturdy branch Adele was resting on, and she held her breath as they exchanged farewell kisses. Legolas was soon the last one standing under the tree. He watched the last of the elves depart for their rooms and said to no one, "They make me feel so hollow." and he let out an exasperated sigh the same time she drew in a sharp breath. His keen elf ears picked up the noise, and he stealthily climbed the tree and sat down on the branch next to her.
"I daresay life is treating you better than me?" he said softly.
"If only," she mumbled, hastily wiping off her tear streaked face. He caught her hand in his and she felt an odd sensation flow through her fingertips. He carefully lifted her chin with an icy forefinger. "Your eyes are green today, Adele," he whispered.
"If you only knew what you are doing," she murmured, her lips inches away from his. She slipped out of his light grasp and down to the base of the trunk, running to her chambers, and leaving a confused Legolas to watch the only thing she had left behind- a trail of tears gleaming in the moonlight.
