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Chapter 7
Melda was overwhelmed by what she saw. King Aragorn was standing there a letter in one hand and piece of paper in the other, Melda just stood there wide eyed and motionless. Aragorn made a slight cough and spoke to his unreceptive associate "May I come in?"
Melda nodded stepping back from the door so he could pass, he walked in and sat on the chair where the dresses had been placed. He motioned for Melda to sit near him, she sat on the bed and he began "Melda I have a letter from your mother," Melda stared silently "She wishes that you're younger sister Sora to come to court instead of you,"
Melda couldn't stand it and blurted out "But she is just a babe in arms! She is still a baby!"
Aragorn looked at her sympathetically "She wishes that when she comes of age that she come here, do you object?"
Melda couldn't think already her mum was off-loading her children, and Sora was barely 5 years old. That woman had no conscious getting rid of another daughter as soon as possible, Karr would put a stop to anything that he thought was wrong. She probably never told him, spiteful bitch. Melda made herself speak "Sora is very young but I fear that she will come to early, my parents…" She stopped they were not her parents, just people filling in for loving parents, just biding time until they could marry her off to wealth, "…my mother send me out into the social world when I was 12."
Aragorn looked troubled "That is still a long time away, but do I have your consent to reply?"
Melda straightened up and spoke firmly "Yes I don't want her to grow up like I did, no child should be put through such a thing. Never." She thought and asked "King Aragorn what will happen to me if, when Sora comes here?"
Aragorn's face brightened up his eyes still troubled "Please do not call me King I am or at least was of equal stature to you and would consider you a friend. The matter of your sister, if she will be coming then I honestly do not know what do with you, but there are many years before she will arrive. Fate may even play a part in your leaving." He stood up and placed the piece of paper in Melda's hand hushed his voice "I did not want to give you this but Arwen said that it was best if you had it." He turned and walked over to the door, Melda unfolded the paper in her hand and looked upon it no pain came this time as she beheld her family tree. She looked up at the departing Aragorn and said calmly "Thank you." He turned and nodded his head then continued his way out of the room.
Melda folded the piece of paper up again and walked over to the dressing table placing it in a drawer, it would be best kept safe until she knew what to do with it. Plus she had to finish getting ready for the feast, she had to be happy and she would not let the news of her mothers latest scheme ruin an evening that was meant for pleasure. Melda felt awful was it because of the news about Sora or because she had been so horrid to Haldir earlier? She didn't know or want to know Melda was going to enjoy herself something that she rarely did at events such as this. At least she would be bystander, no one trying to worm there way into her heart or the crown; she would just be another person having a good time. This thought liberated Melda no more pretences she could dance with who she wished or she could choose not to dance with anyone at all. A smile spread across her face and she began to hum a random tune. She stared at her face in the mirror what could she do with her hair? She got the brush and brushed it again, looking around the dressing table she found a piece of ribbon. Tying it at the nape of her neck like an Alice band, it looked pleasant enough, but her ears she was meant to be a relative of Arwen and still she had curved ears. Not all would be as polite as Haldir about the differences between her and an elf. She undid the ribbon and let her hair fall around her face. Melda sat back thinking about Haldir she had been so rude and abrupt yet still he was polite and forgiving. She hoped that she would not put him off and that they could be friends. Friends were few in Melda's life, never really having one except Olathe her beautiful horse. She had not seen Olathe since their journey. She had not really thought about her beauty, her mind full of other things. She could go and pay him a visit she had plenty time before the feast was to start.
Melda stood up and walked out of her room vaguely remembering where Arwen had said they were in her tour. Melda darted along the corridor silently only the rustle of her skirt could be heard. She went down some steps to courtyard and then on to the stables. Melda tried to slow herself down the excitement of seeing Olathe again was making her lose concentration. Eventually she gave into her feeling and broke into a run, sprinting across the courtyard. She was so involved in her thoughts that she did not see a figure standing at the side of the courtyard underneath a tree.
Melda was now frantic lifting up her skirt so she could move better, checking every stable. She finally called out in a muted voice "Olathe my beauty where are you?" There was silence and then a slight neigh and a scuffing was heard from the farthest away stable. Melda ran up to letting her skirt fly up around her knees. She called out this time louder than before "Olathe, Olathe my beautiful Olathe." As she approached the horse stiffened up and backed away from Melda. Melda just stood still and whispered "Olathe do not be scared it is me Aria, it's me Aria." The horse relaxed and walked over to its master "Yes I know I look very different in these elven clothes or at least I think that they are elven. You look well, have they been good to you?" Olathe neighed slightly nuzzling into Melda's dress "I'm so very sorry that I have not seen you until now. I was so caught up in my own thoughts that I did not think of you." Melda stroked Olathe's mane "I a lot has happened since I saw you last. I will tell you this and no other so please keep it a secret. I have met the most wonderful archer called Haldir. Oh do not worry he does not know about me. I have the strangest feelings for him, when he is around me I feel as though I shall burst with happiness and when we are apart I feel so excited to see him again that when I do it just makes the experience more pleasurable. He is the most beautiful thing I have ever met, save you, both inside and out. Really beautiful." She lay her head on Olathe's neck breathing in his smell.
Haldir stood rooted to the spot he had followed Melda's fleeting form to the stables thinking that something was wrong, but now he was confused she said she was Aria. The only Aria that he has ever heard of is the Princess who perished in a fire, he must tell Aragorn before the intruder does anything. She was a very convincing actress, why had he fallen for her schemes? She must have thought she had him round her little finger, that explains the ears but why had Queen Arwen said she was a relative surely she could not be taken on by this temptresses words. Haldir was about to move when he heard his name mentioned, he took a step closer who was this impostor talking to? Walking swiftly he stepped inside the stables following the voice, describing him as 'beautiful'. Did this girl truly have feelings for him or was it yet another twist in her plot? Eventually he got to the door where the voice was doming from he shoved it open to find 'Melda' or whoever she may be standing beside a horse, the one she was riding when he saw her. He stared and then spat "Aria."
Melda gasped and ran towards Haldir "What have you heard!"
He just strode off needing to tell King Aragorn immediately.
Chapter 7
Melda was overwhelmed by what she saw. King Aragorn was standing there a letter in one hand and piece of paper in the other, Melda just stood there wide eyed and motionless. Aragorn made a slight cough and spoke to his unreceptive associate "May I come in?"
Melda nodded stepping back from the door so he could pass, he walked in and sat on the chair where the dresses had been placed. He motioned for Melda to sit near him, she sat on the bed and he began "Melda I have a letter from your mother," Melda stared silently "She wishes that you're younger sister Sora to come to court instead of you,"
Melda couldn't stand it and blurted out "But she is just a babe in arms! She is still a baby!"
Aragorn looked at her sympathetically "She wishes that when she comes of age that she come here, do you object?"
Melda couldn't think already her mum was off-loading her children, and Sora was barely 5 years old. That woman had no conscious getting rid of another daughter as soon as possible, Karr would put a stop to anything that he thought was wrong. She probably never told him, spiteful bitch. Melda made herself speak "Sora is very young but I fear that she will come to early, my parents…" She stopped they were not her parents, just people filling in for loving parents, just biding time until they could marry her off to wealth, "…my mother send me out into the social world when I was 12."
Aragorn looked troubled "That is still a long time away, but do I have your consent to reply?"
Melda straightened up and spoke firmly "Yes I don't want her to grow up like I did, no child should be put through such a thing. Never." She thought and asked "King Aragorn what will happen to me if, when Sora comes here?"
Aragorn's face brightened up his eyes still troubled "Please do not call me King I am or at least was of equal stature to you and would consider you a friend. The matter of your sister, if she will be coming then I honestly do not know what do with you, but there are many years before she will arrive. Fate may even play a part in your leaving." He stood up and placed the piece of paper in Melda's hand hushed his voice "I did not want to give you this but Arwen said that it was best if you had it." He turned and walked over to the door, Melda unfolded the paper in her hand and looked upon it no pain came this time as she beheld her family tree. She looked up at the departing Aragorn and said calmly "Thank you." He turned and nodded his head then continued his way out of the room.
Melda folded the piece of paper up again and walked over to the dressing table placing it in a drawer, it would be best kept safe until she knew what to do with it. Plus she had to finish getting ready for the feast, she had to be happy and she would not let the news of her mothers latest scheme ruin an evening that was meant for pleasure. Melda felt awful was it because of the news about Sora or because she had been so horrid to Haldir earlier? She didn't know or want to know Melda was going to enjoy herself something that she rarely did at events such as this. At least she would be bystander, no one trying to worm there way into her heart or the crown; she would just be another person having a good time. This thought liberated Melda no more pretences she could dance with who she wished or she could choose not to dance with anyone at all. A smile spread across her face and she began to hum a random tune. She stared at her face in the mirror what could she do with her hair? She got the brush and brushed it again, looking around the dressing table she found a piece of ribbon. Tying it at the nape of her neck like an Alice band, it looked pleasant enough, but her ears she was meant to be a relative of Arwen and still she had curved ears. Not all would be as polite as Haldir about the differences between her and an elf. She undid the ribbon and let her hair fall around her face. Melda sat back thinking about Haldir she had been so rude and abrupt yet still he was polite and forgiving. She hoped that she would not put him off and that they could be friends. Friends were few in Melda's life, never really having one except Olathe her beautiful horse. She had not seen Olathe since their journey. She had not really thought about her beauty, her mind full of other things. She could go and pay him a visit she had plenty time before the feast was to start.
Melda stood up and walked out of her room vaguely remembering where Arwen had said they were in her tour. Melda darted along the corridor silently only the rustle of her skirt could be heard. She went down some steps to courtyard and then on to the stables. Melda tried to slow herself down the excitement of seeing Olathe again was making her lose concentration. Eventually she gave into her feeling and broke into a run, sprinting across the courtyard. She was so involved in her thoughts that she did not see a figure standing at the side of the courtyard underneath a tree.
Melda was now frantic lifting up her skirt so she could move better, checking every stable. She finally called out in a muted voice "Olathe my beauty where are you?" There was silence and then a slight neigh and a scuffing was heard from the farthest away stable. Melda ran up to letting her skirt fly up around her knees. She called out this time louder than before "Olathe, Olathe my beautiful Olathe." As she approached the horse stiffened up and backed away from Melda. Melda just stood still and whispered "Olathe do not be scared it is me Aria, it's me Aria." The horse relaxed and walked over to its master "Yes I know I look very different in these elven clothes or at least I think that they are elven. You look well, have they been good to you?" Olathe neighed slightly nuzzling into Melda's dress "I'm so very sorry that I have not seen you until now. I was so caught up in my own thoughts that I did not think of you." Melda stroked Olathe's mane "I a lot has happened since I saw you last. I will tell you this and no other so please keep it a secret. I have met the most wonderful archer called Haldir. Oh do not worry he does not know about me. I have the strangest feelings for him, when he is around me I feel as though I shall burst with happiness and when we are apart I feel so excited to see him again that when I do it just makes the experience more pleasurable. He is the most beautiful thing I have ever met, save you, both inside and out. Really beautiful." She lay her head on Olathe's neck breathing in his smell.
Haldir stood rooted to the spot he had followed Melda's fleeting form to the stables thinking that something was wrong, but now he was confused she said she was Aria. The only Aria that he has ever heard of is the Princess who perished in a fire, he must tell Aragorn before the intruder does anything. She was a very convincing actress, why had he fallen for her schemes? She must have thought she had him round her little finger, that explains the ears but why had Queen Arwen said she was a relative surely she could not be taken on by this temptresses words. Haldir was about to move when he heard his name mentioned, he took a step closer who was this impostor talking to? Walking swiftly he stepped inside the stables following the voice, describing him as 'beautiful'. Did this girl truly have feelings for him or was it yet another twist in her plot? Eventually he got to the door where the voice was doming from he shoved it open to find 'Melda' or whoever she may be standing beside a horse, the one she was riding when he saw her. He stared and then spat "Aria."
Melda gasped and ran towards Haldir "What have you heard!"
He just strode off needing to tell King Aragorn immediately.
