Meeting Legolas
Elmeraith brushed her hair in front of her golden mirror. She hummed an elvish song as she listened to Eldarion and Elhenin fighting.
"Do you ever use your brain, Eldarion?" Elhenin snapped.
"Well, why don't you lend me yours since you clearly never use it!" Eldarion yelled back in return.
Elmeraith sighed and continued brushing her hair as her maid came in.
Her maid, Laureleth, came in with a frown on her face. "They are fighting again," she announced.
Elmeraith nodded, but changed the subject. "I want to look nice in the city. I want my hair up like my mother's," she said.
Laureleth nodded and began working on Elmeraith's hair.
Elmeraith came out of her room in one of her nice dresses and her hair was all pinned up. "Why do you look so nice? You're only going to the city, not a ball," Eldarion said. It seemed to be half compliment and half in anger from Elhenin.
"I just wanted to look nice," Elmeraith said, feeling a little hurt.
"I didn't mean how it sounded!" he said apologetically. "You look wonderful, it's just, I'm not in such a wonderful mood."
She nodded in reply. "Elmeraith! Do not make us late for dinner tonight!" came Arwen's voice.
Elmeraith hurried down the hall gracefully. "I'm coming!" She came across her mother and she was smiling. "You look wonderful."
Elmeraith beamed. "And so do you, as always."
Arwen gave a laugh. "Now, lets hurry!"
So Elmeraith and Arwen went to the city in their stylish golden carriage.
"I just love being outside, city or forest!" Elmeraith exclaimed.
"Halt!" Arwen said to the driver and the wagon slowed to a stop. "This is our stop!" Elmeraith hopped out hastily with excitement and looked around all the busy people. "Let's go, mother!" said Elmeraith, heading towards one of the beautiful stores. But Arwen didn't move. She was staring and smiling at a young man. Elmeraith looked closely at him. He had white- blond, flowing hair and deep blue eyes. He wore weather stained garments of dark green and brown. 'He is very handsome,' she thought. He sat tall on his beautiful white horse.
"Legolas! It is you!" Arwen said. "We weren't expecting you till tomorrow!"
Legolas smiled. "Oh! Arwen, I didn't see you! I came early so that I could have more appropriate clothes." He drifted his eyes away from Arwen and to Elmeraith. He smiled at her warmly and she smiled back. "This must be your beautiful daughter, Ellrolin!"
Elmeraith frowned. He thought she was twenty-five? She didn't want him to mistake her for her sister! It seemed that all the young men wanted to meet Ellrolin, especially the handsome ones.
"No," Arwen said with a laugh. "This is Elmeraith, my nineteen year old daughter!"
Legolas blushed. "I'm so sorry, Elmeraith," he said. "I assumed you were her, because you're father said she was beautiful. He never told me how remarkable you looked also."
Elmeraith still frowned, but blushed at the comment. Was he only trying to cover up his embarrassment with a compliment? She suddenly didn't want to be in his presence. She didn't like him at all.
"Well, it was nice meeting you Legolas," Elmeraith said coolly. "But my mother and I were going to shop, so we will meet with you tomorrow."
"Why don't you join us for dinner tonight, Legolas?" Arwen asked kindly. "I'm sure Aragorn would love you speak with you early since we haven't seen you in so long. And you could meet Ellrolin early."
Legolas nodded. "I'd like that."
"Then we'll see you soon!" said Arwen.
Elmeraith frowned. What was up with Legolas and Ellrolin anyways? Why did he have to come over early? Elmeraith cursed under her breath.
(Let me eat and I'll start on third chapter)
Elmeraith brushed her hair in front of her golden mirror. She hummed an elvish song as she listened to Eldarion and Elhenin fighting.
"Do you ever use your brain, Eldarion?" Elhenin snapped.
"Well, why don't you lend me yours since you clearly never use it!" Eldarion yelled back in return.
Elmeraith sighed and continued brushing her hair as her maid came in.
Her maid, Laureleth, came in with a frown on her face. "They are fighting again," she announced.
Elmeraith nodded, but changed the subject. "I want to look nice in the city. I want my hair up like my mother's," she said.
Laureleth nodded and began working on Elmeraith's hair.
Elmeraith came out of her room in one of her nice dresses and her hair was all pinned up. "Why do you look so nice? You're only going to the city, not a ball," Eldarion said. It seemed to be half compliment and half in anger from Elhenin.
"I just wanted to look nice," Elmeraith said, feeling a little hurt.
"I didn't mean how it sounded!" he said apologetically. "You look wonderful, it's just, I'm not in such a wonderful mood."
She nodded in reply. "Elmeraith! Do not make us late for dinner tonight!" came Arwen's voice.
Elmeraith hurried down the hall gracefully. "I'm coming!" She came across her mother and she was smiling. "You look wonderful."
Elmeraith beamed. "And so do you, as always."
Arwen gave a laugh. "Now, lets hurry!"
So Elmeraith and Arwen went to the city in their stylish golden carriage.
"I just love being outside, city or forest!" Elmeraith exclaimed.
"Halt!" Arwen said to the driver and the wagon slowed to a stop. "This is our stop!" Elmeraith hopped out hastily with excitement and looked around all the busy people. "Let's go, mother!" said Elmeraith, heading towards one of the beautiful stores. But Arwen didn't move. She was staring and smiling at a young man. Elmeraith looked closely at him. He had white- blond, flowing hair and deep blue eyes. He wore weather stained garments of dark green and brown. 'He is very handsome,' she thought. He sat tall on his beautiful white horse.
"Legolas! It is you!" Arwen said. "We weren't expecting you till tomorrow!"
Legolas smiled. "Oh! Arwen, I didn't see you! I came early so that I could have more appropriate clothes." He drifted his eyes away from Arwen and to Elmeraith. He smiled at her warmly and she smiled back. "This must be your beautiful daughter, Ellrolin!"
Elmeraith frowned. He thought she was twenty-five? She didn't want him to mistake her for her sister! It seemed that all the young men wanted to meet Ellrolin, especially the handsome ones.
"No," Arwen said with a laugh. "This is Elmeraith, my nineteen year old daughter!"
Legolas blushed. "I'm so sorry, Elmeraith," he said. "I assumed you were her, because you're father said she was beautiful. He never told me how remarkable you looked also."
Elmeraith still frowned, but blushed at the comment. Was he only trying to cover up his embarrassment with a compliment? She suddenly didn't want to be in his presence. She didn't like him at all.
"Well, it was nice meeting you Legolas," Elmeraith said coolly. "But my mother and I were going to shop, so we will meet with you tomorrow."
"Why don't you join us for dinner tonight, Legolas?" Arwen asked kindly. "I'm sure Aragorn would love you speak with you early since we haven't seen you in so long. And you could meet Ellrolin early."
Legolas nodded. "I'd like that."
"Then we'll see you soon!" said Arwen.
Elmeraith frowned. What was up with Legolas and Ellrolin anyways? Why did he have to come over early? Elmeraith cursed under her breath.
(Let me eat and I'll start on third chapter)
