The warm evening wind danced upon the figures of humans, elves, dwarves and
an occasional gather of hobbits. Guests and natives of kingdom, sat
themselves at small round white clothed tables. Each table had a candle lit
in the center, they lay on the terraces, which the view they had was of the
grand banquet table for royalty and guests of honor. The elegant curved
table was clothed in burgundy, with crystal glasses, silverware, and plates
in the form of leaves, red leaves of smoke bush also were beautifully
scattered on the cloth. The chairs were of woven silver vines and leaves.
The chairs for the royals were similar only more superior and every other
silver leaf had a precious ashen stone. Behind every 3 chairs there towered
a tall lantern twinkling lightning bugs fluttered behind the thin glass
carafe, which lighted the table making it look magical. Behind were the
gardens, white, yellow, red roses, lilacs and Murieliae flourished.
Mourning glories found their way up the slim white bark of trees. The leafs
seemed frosted with mystery in the evening. The mist of the waterfall of
Lomyclya rose behind the gardens. It sparkled making the scene of the even
enchanting. The stars had bejeweled the heavens, and the guests had all
settled in their seats for the time had come to sovereigns.
All grew quiet as Teldor dressed in jade stepped out upon a balcony above all the guests. Everyone shifted in their seats and turned around to look at two stairways, one on each side under where Teldor stood.
"Welcome all! I have the honor and pleasure of standing before the beauty of Neverwinter," Clapping came abroad, "Lothlorien," clapping, "Moria, " more clapping, " and Mirkwood!" There was once more the last round of clapping. " I also have the privilege of introducing sacred beauties of Neverwinter and Mirkwood."
"King Celendir of Mirkwood, and King Thranduil of Mirkwood." A shadow grew on the west stairway, Celendir dressed in his classic burgundy and silver tunic and leggings, to match the colors of the gala, walked proudly down the stairs. His long blonde hair upon his shoulders he looked up slightly to the thin filigree above his head. He then looked to Thranduil who was walking down the east stairway in a dark green tunic and brown leggings. They both finished walking down the final steps and met each other under the balcony. The clasped each other's hands, then walked down a neatly stone path down the terrace. They stopped before the table, and turned around, it was part of this introduction for the Kings of either kingdom to stand next to each other to wait to greet the prince, princess, and queen before seating.
"Prince Legolas of Mirkwood, and Princess Delani of Neverwinter." In the back of the stairway's in the shadows, a dark blue material teased the stairs on the west, and a black boot on the east foreshadowed beauty. Finally a slim figure of a maiden appeared and ambled to the end, and on the east and handsome figure of a warrior presented. Legolas looked at Delani and he stopped walking in the middle of his stride to look at the beautiful body of her, she was not a child but she was neither full grown. He quickly continued down the stairs to her for fear someone saw his delay. Delani felt a little nervous in greeting him in front of so many guests. She was under reached under the balcony before he did, and she took her time to observe him. Legolas was so strikingly handsome in his black tunic and leggings. She felt her hand quiver as she extended it to the prince. She smiled sweetly as if forgetting the quarrel earlier that afternoon. Legolas took it without the slightest bit of tenseness. His strong hands covered her entire hand. He loved the way that her small hand sent a wave of warmth along his hand. He stepped forward to her and bent down only a little way, for she came up just to his nose, and he tenderly kissed her cheek. Delani's heart leapt at the warm kiss. The word "seduction" came in her head. Legolas took her arm and escorted her down to the two kings, where he received two clasped hands. He watched as the princess had two kisses placed upon her cheeks.
"And Lady Tythiel." Tythiel made her way down the western stairway clothed in white. She smiled sweetly and made her way down to them. She received a kiss from all of them. Tythiel had both her arms inter wined with her son and Thranduil's. Legolas stood and watched them go to their seats. He then felt the warmth of an arm around his. He glanced to see it was Delani. She looked up at him.
"Shall we?" She sighed. Legolas nodded and led her to her seat, which was next to his. He was glad she was next to him. All through the meal he couldn't get his mind off the feelings that were growing inside of him. Ever since he carried her off to her chamber he played with thoughts of her being more than a friend. He wasn't sure of what he felt or if it was the right thing to think about, but it was there and he couldn't ignore it.
"Let us begin the dancing." Thranduil suddenly leapt out of his chair, while throwing his napkin on his plate. A cluster of elves came into view, and with them, they carried several instruments. They settled themselves in chair set up for them in the corner of the yard. They started to play a fast tune, consisting of steady beats, but fast hums of a flute. The music started, Thranduil offered his hand to Tythiel who accepted graciously. Together they walked to the opening inside the grand U shaped table. Celendir then followed them, he walked over to the far near side of the table and outstretched his hand to a moon pale haired maiden from Lothlorien. A raspberry flush colored her white cheeks as she took his hand.
Legolas sighed and placed his napkin on his plate and slowly pushed back his chair and stood up. He turned to Delani who was smiling at the dancing vision' before her.
"May I have the honor?" He asked in a low voice that made Delani jump. She looked at his hand, then at him, and then back at his hand. She placed her small hand in his palm. It had been so long since she had danced with him. She was only a child when he would lift her up into his arms and together they would make up their own silly dance.
"I must warn you, it has been quite awhile since I have danced formally." She said stating to him as he brought her around the table to the dancing.
"I will help you remember." He raised his right arm above their heads along with hers, " Now step forward, and then back." They did this. Legolas whispered each coming step every time she was close enough to his face. The dance was beautiful. You and your partner were to first hold your right hands together stretched out above your heads, and then take one step forward towards each other with your heads slightly tilted away outwards. Next, was to lower your hands and let go slowly while turning inside to your right, in your own little circle. Then you once more lock your right hands together and with straight arms push forward. Then your partner will place (preferably his hand) on your waist on your right side, and your hand on his right shoulder. You are then to step forward, back and twirl, then repeat all the steps.
"I wanted to apologize," Delani said while dancing. Legolas locked eyes with her. He smiled softly and placed a kiss on her forehead. 'What is with all these kisses?' Delani thought to herself, not that she minded in the least, she felt sparks in her stomach every time she felt his warm lips upon her skin.
"You were only defending the spirit of your father, although I was appalled by your retaliation," 'He's scolding me…' she thought to herself, " I too was not respectful."
Sweat dampened Celendir's neck as he spun the maid from Lothlorien. Her moon pale hair glistened against her lavender gown. Her storm gray eyes built suspense inside of Celendir, urging him to know more about this siren before him.
"Tell me lady, your name?" He asked her as he pulled her to him from a step.
"My name is Alitee, daughter of Nidrith of Lothlorien. He is the loyal captain along with Haldir, servers of the Lord and Lady of the wood."
"My word child, did you practice that introduction?" He humored. She flushed.
"My mother, made me repeat it 10 times a day," she said in a voice so small but clear. Celendir rolled his head back and laughed. 'My mother never made Delani do such.' " She was always unsure of me. Whether if I was a proper Elvin maid, or a hopeless piece of earth. Oh! I know I shouldn't have said such my king, I sound like a fool." She anywhere but at Celendir, she was so embarrassed. Celendir felt he had acted rudely, laughing at what Alitee said about her mother.
"Lady Alitee, forgive me for laughing. Please take my pardon and my observation, that your mother did quite well and raised a beautiful maid. But do tell me, why were your chosen to be the few to represent your land here?" They talked while continuing the dance. She told him that it was her first time away from Lothlorien. She had no pure profession, her mother and father thought it best for her to represent them, and to give her a chance to see places and experience new wonders, and a hope to find her true being and fate.
The music stopped and the dance ended. Celendir bowed to Alitee, she curtsied. Without any word her raised her hand to his lips and kissed it. Her eyes widened in shock, she had only been away from home for a matter of days, she felt a sudden wave of sadness knowing she would leave this heavenly place back to her home. But she would have a tale to tell, she dance with the handsome king and received a kiss on the hand.
"Lady Alitee of Lothlorien, I do pray your visit here has been joyful. I also pray for one more dance before this evening is over."
"It would be an honor my King." She answered and curtsied once more. Celendir led her back over to her seat.
He looked around for Delani and Legolas, he was happy to see that they were together, and it looked as if amends had been made between them. They both bowed to each other, Legolas then offered her his arm, and Delani embraced it. He watched the two walk to their seats and sit down.
"Legolas…" He shifted his weight onto his right hip and leaned over to Delani's soft call. He placed his eyes upon her, she was looking straight into eyes, fearless of his. "What happened when you heard of my fathers death?" Legolas went stiff, a painful chill went down his body.
1 "My lord…" More rain pierced his face, the wind whistled through the dead forest. His boots became damp and cold chilling his skin, from the wet ground. Wet leaves of the forest covered his body from the fall. But he felt nothing, when the specter of a friend situated before him. Every bone in him became stone, as it spoke.
2 "Don't Legolas…you're the one for…"
2.1 "Legolas?" He jumped back from his flashback. Delani had her hand on his shoulder. She became worrisome when his whole body showed, a ghastly white expressions. He was gripping the edges of his chair. He was in such shock, he had thought it was a dream. He thought that it hadn't actually happened. No, no it couldn't have, he thought to himself. Legolas put his hand to his head, Delani didn't remove her hand from him, she moved it from his shoulder to his neck.
"Legolas are you alright?" Legolas quickly took her hand from his neck and kissed it, then let go.
"I am fine princess." He looked anywhere at anything but her. Delani was taken aback buy this behavior of his.
"You never call me princess. What's wrong with you? Did I do something?"
"No, leave it be princess." He waved the topic away from them. He acting weird all of a sudden, and calling her princess was frustrating Delani.
"Will you stop that?" She exclaimed as she was waving her hands out in disturbance. He glared at her and looked to the other guests on the terrace. They looked peaceful, and content with a good meal all in their bellies. Legolas smiled to himself, he remembered his home, it had been awhile since her had returned to it. He had arrived back to the land from the sea where he and Gimli had traveled. For nearly 20 years did he and Gimli sail the sea, but sadly his dear friend did die of illness. With a heavy heart is when Legolas returned to the familiar shades of the forest. He rested himself for about a month at an inn by the shores, there he had his last tastes of the salty sea air before he left. There was where he heard about the death of Ryldor, that is when he made the long journey back, and that is when he saw the specter.
Music still played, and other guests had started to dance others socialized. Thranduil was up and going around the guests talking to them. Celendir was up on the terrace talking to native elves of Neverwinter. Delani was so proud of him, knowing that he was in the place now of her father, a king, a sovereign of Middle Earth. He looked tall, admirable and handsome.
"Delani!" Delani heard a call from inside the crowd. It was familiar, fatherly, parental in it's own way. Delani raised herself to find the voice. Legolas stood up as she rose, she didn't even bother to look at him for the voice sent her blood pumping. Only then did Legolas see her anticipation he pursued after her.
More to come in this chapter! Sorry it took so long!
All grew quiet as Teldor dressed in jade stepped out upon a balcony above all the guests. Everyone shifted in their seats and turned around to look at two stairways, one on each side under where Teldor stood.
"Welcome all! I have the honor and pleasure of standing before the beauty of Neverwinter," Clapping came abroad, "Lothlorien," clapping, "Moria, " more clapping, " and Mirkwood!" There was once more the last round of clapping. " I also have the privilege of introducing sacred beauties of Neverwinter and Mirkwood."
"King Celendir of Mirkwood, and King Thranduil of Mirkwood." A shadow grew on the west stairway, Celendir dressed in his classic burgundy and silver tunic and leggings, to match the colors of the gala, walked proudly down the stairs. His long blonde hair upon his shoulders he looked up slightly to the thin filigree above his head. He then looked to Thranduil who was walking down the east stairway in a dark green tunic and brown leggings. They both finished walking down the final steps and met each other under the balcony. The clasped each other's hands, then walked down a neatly stone path down the terrace. They stopped before the table, and turned around, it was part of this introduction for the Kings of either kingdom to stand next to each other to wait to greet the prince, princess, and queen before seating.
"Prince Legolas of Mirkwood, and Princess Delani of Neverwinter." In the back of the stairway's in the shadows, a dark blue material teased the stairs on the west, and a black boot on the east foreshadowed beauty. Finally a slim figure of a maiden appeared and ambled to the end, and on the east and handsome figure of a warrior presented. Legolas looked at Delani and he stopped walking in the middle of his stride to look at the beautiful body of her, she was not a child but she was neither full grown. He quickly continued down the stairs to her for fear someone saw his delay. Delani felt a little nervous in greeting him in front of so many guests. She was under reached under the balcony before he did, and she took her time to observe him. Legolas was so strikingly handsome in his black tunic and leggings. She felt her hand quiver as she extended it to the prince. She smiled sweetly as if forgetting the quarrel earlier that afternoon. Legolas took it without the slightest bit of tenseness. His strong hands covered her entire hand. He loved the way that her small hand sent a wave of warmth along his hand. He stepped forward to her and bent down only a little way, for she came up just to his nose, and he tenderly kissed her cheek. Delani's heart leapt at the warm kiss. The word "seduction" came in her head. Legolas took her arm and escorted her down to the two kings, where he received two clasped hands. He watched as the princess had two kisses placed upon her cheeks.
"And Lady Tythiel." Tythiel made her way down the western stairway clothed in white. She smiled sweetly and made her way down to them. She received a kiss from all of them. Tythiel had both her arms inter wined with her son and Thranduil's. Legolas stood and watched them go to their seats. He then felt the warmth of an arm around his. He glanced to see it was Delani. She looked up at him.
"Shall we?" She sighed. Legolas nodded and led her to her seat, which was next to his. He was glad she was next to him. All through the meal he couldn't get his mind off the feelings that were growing inside of him. Ever since he carried her off to her chamber he played with thoughts of her being more than a friend. He wasn't sure of what he felt or if it was the right thing to think about, but it was there and he couldn't ignore it.
"Let us begin the dancing." Thranduil suddenly leapt out of his chair, while throwing his napkin on his plate. A cluster of elves came into view, and with them, they carried several instruments. They settled themselves in chair set up for them in the corner of the yard. They started to play a fast tune, consisting of steady beats, but fast hums of a flute. The music started, Thranduil offered his hand to Tythiel who accepted graciously. Together they walked to the opening inside the grand U shaped table. Celendir then followed them, he walked over to the far near side of the table and outstretched his hand to a moon pale haired maiden from Lothlorien. A raspberry flush colored her white cheeks as she took his hand.
Legolas sighed and placed his napkin on his plate and slowly pushed back his chair and stood up. He turned to Delani who was smiling at the dancing vision' before her.
"May I have the honor?" He asked in a low voice that made Delani jump. She looked at his hand, then at him, and then back at his hand. She placed her small hand in his palm. It had been so long since she had danced with him. She was only a child when he would lift her up into his arms and together they would make up their own silly dance.
"I must warn you, it has been quite awhile since I have danced formally." She said stating to him as he brought her around the table to the dancing.
"I will help you remember." He raised his right arm above their heads along with hers, " Now step forward, and then back." They did this. Legolas whispered each coming step every time she was close enough to his face. The dance was beautiful. You and your partner were to first hold your right hands together stretched out above your heads, and then take one step forward towards each other with your heads slightly tilted away outwards. Next, was to lower your hands and let go slowly while turning inside to your right, in your own little circle. Then you once more lock your right hands together and with straight arms push forward. Then your partner will place (preferably his hand) on your waist on your right side, and your hand on his right shoulder. You are then to step forward, back and twirl, then repeat all the steps.
"I wanted to apologize," Delani said while dancing. Legolas locked eyes with her. He smiled softly and placed a kiss on her forehead. 'What is with all these kisses?' Delani thought to herself, not that she minded in the least, she felt sparks in her stomach every time she felt his warm lips upon her skin.
"You were only defending the spirit of your father, although I was appalled by your retaliation," 'He's scolding me…' she thought to herself, " I too was not respectful."
Sweat dampened Celendir's neck as he spun the maid from Lothlorien. Her moon pale hair glistened against her lavender gown. Her storm gray eyes built suspense inside of Celendir, urging him to know more about this siren before him.
"Tell me lady, your name?" He asked her as he pulled her to him from a step.
"My name is Alitee, daughter of Nidrith of Lothlorien. He is the loyal captain along with Haldir, servers of the Lord and Lady of the wood."
"My word child, did you practice that introduction?" He humored. She flushed.
"My mother, made me repeat it 10 times a day," she said in a voice so small but clear. Celendir rolled his head back and laughed. 'My mother never made Delani do such.' " She was always unsure of me. Whether if I was a proper Elvin maid, or a hopeless piece of earth. Oh! I know I shouldn't have said such my king, I sound like a fool." She anywhere but at Celendir, she was so embarrassed. Celendir felt he had acted rudely, laughing at what Alitee said about her mother.
"Lady Alitee, forgive me for laughing. Please take my pardon and my observation, that your mother did quite well and raised a beautiful maid. But do tell me, why were your chosen to be the few to represent your land here?" They talked while continuing the dance. She told him that it was her first time away from Lothlorien. She had no pure profession, her mother and father thought it best for her to represent them, and to give her a chance to see places and experience new wonders, and a hope to find her true being and fate.
The music stopped and the dance ended. Celendir bowed to Alitee, she curtsied. Without any word her raised her hand to his lips and kissed it. Her eyes widened in shock, she had only been away from home for a matter of days, she felt a sudden wave of sadness knowing she would leave this heavenly place back to her home. But she would have a tale to tell, she dance with the handsome king and received a kiss on the hand.
"Lady Alitee of Lothlorien, I do pray your visit here has been joyful. I also pray for one more dance before this evening is over."
"It would be an honor my King." She answered and curtsied once more. Celendir led her back over to her seat.
He looked around for Delani and Legolas, he was happy to see that they were together, and it looked as if amends had been made between them. They both bowed to each other, Legolas then offered her his arm, and Delani embraced it. He watched the two walk to their seats and sit down.
"Legolas…" He shifted his weight onto his right hip and leaned over to Delani's soft call. He placed his eyes upon her, she was looking straight into eyes, fearless of his. "What happened when you heard of my fathers death?" Legolas went stiff, a painful chill went down his body.
1 "My lord…" More rain pierced his face, the wind whistled through the dead forest. His boots became damp and cold chilling his skin, from the wet ground. Wet leaves of the forest covered his body from the fall. But he felt nothing, when the specter of a friend situated before him. Every bone in him became stone, as it spoke.
2 "Don't Legolas…you're the one for…"
2.1 "Legolas?" He jumped back from his flashback. Delani had her hand on his shoulder. She became worrisome when his whole body showed, a ghastly white expressions. He was gripping the edges of his chair. He was in such shock, he had thought it was a dream. He thought that it hadn't actually happened. No, no it couldn't have, he thought to himself. Legolas put his hand to his head, Delani didn't remove her hand from him, she moved it from his shoulder to his neck.
"Legolas are you alright?" Legolas quickly took her hand from his neck and kissed it, then let go.
"I am fine princess." He looked anywhere at anything but her. Delani was taken aback buy this behavior of his.
"You never call me princess. What's wrong with you? Did I do something?"
"No, leave it be princess." He waved the topic away from them. He acting weird all of a sudden, and calling her princess was frustrating Delani.
"Will you stop that?" She exclaimed as she was waving her hands out in disturbance. He glared at her and looked to the other guests on the terrace. They looked peaceful, and content with a good meal all in their bellies. Legolas smiled to himself, he remembered his home, it had been awhile since her had returned to it. He had arrived back to the land from the sea where he and Gimli had traveled. For nearly 20 years did he and Gimli sail the sea, but sadly his dear friend did die of illness. With a heavy heart is when Legolas returned to the familiar shades of the forest. He rested himself for about a month at an inn by the shores, there he had his last tastes of the salty sea air before he left. There was where he heard about the death of Ryldor, that is when he made the long journey back, and that is when he saw the specter.
Music still played, and other guests had started to dance others socialized. Thranduil was up and going around the guests talking to them. Celendir was up on the terrace talking to native elves of Neverwinter. Delani was so proud of him, knowing that he was in the place now of her father, a king, a sovereign of Middle Earth. He looked tall, admirable and handsome.
"Delani!" Delani heard a call from inside the crowd. It was familiar, fatherly, parental in it's own way. Delani raised herself to find the voice. Legolas stood up as she rose, she didn't even bother to look at him for the voice sent her blood pumping. Only then did Legolas see her anticipation he pursued after her.
More to come in this chapter! Sorry it took so long!