1 Chapter 9: As The World Falls Down
That evening Aireromen stood on the balcony of her room, she had not yet gotten ready for the banquet, and was still wearing the purple dress she had worn earlier that day. She stood staring out at the beautiful and ancient trees, she was alone or so she thought, she became aware of a figure at a balcony a little further down the way from hers. She turned fully to this balcony to find it was Legolas, watching her with keen and loving eyes. She smiled and laughed, Legolas smiled as well, he watched her for a long while, and when she bid him farewell and turned to go inside to get ready for the banquet, he still stared at the spot she had been standing in. He finally cast a glance inside his room and turned to go and prepare himself.
The banquet hall was a grand one, the long dark wood table stretched its way from one end of the room to the other, and beautiful hand carved chairs, with velvet seats were strewn around the table. There were fruits and drinks already set upon it. A spectacular chandelier hung from the middle of the ceiling; every candle was lit upon it. Along with this candles hung upon the walls, all casting a warm, welcoming light about the hall. Elves of Mirkwood flowed into the hall, they chattered and laughed and even sang a little before the banquet began.
At this time Aireromen was in her room, she was wearing her gown for the banquet already, it was a beautiful sky-blue, the fabric was thin and soft, and was sleeveless. She sat on her bed reading a book, which was titled: The History of Mirkwood. She had no idea what time it was, she jumped a little when a knock came on her bedroom door.
"Yes, come in." she said, her eyes never leaving her book.
The door opened and in stepped Legolas, who wore a green silk tunic and grey leggings. Aireromen looked up and seeing it was Legolas, she put the book down and walked to him. He took her right hand and gently kissed it.
"I was wondering, Aire, if you were planning to come to the banquet?" smirked Legolas.
"Of corse I am." She answered.
"Well are you planning on making a big entrance then?" his eyes shinned.
Aireromen looked perplexed. "No, why?" she asked.
"Because you're late, the banquet has begun." Legolas laughed when he saw the panicked look that flushed upon Aireromen's face.
She scrambled to her closet and grabbed some beautiful elven shoes to wear with her gown, then she rushed to a desk with a mirror, and ran a brush through her hair. Legolas stood with his arms folded, laughing at her. She turned and glared at him.
"Go ahead and laugh." She said, as she slipped on her shoes.
"Oh don't worry, I am." He smirked.
"Your just as late as me Legolas." She said.
"No, I was down there, I came up here to get you, they are already being seated, I wanted to escort you." Legolas smiled and extended his hand to her. "Shall we?" he asked.
Aireromen set down her brush, and smoothed her gown; she slid her small, slender hand into Legolas's. They walked to the door and Legolas opened it for her.
They passed down the hall and went down two flights of stairs, and then they turned left and walked down the pass-way to the banquet hall. Legolas stopped in front of the beautiful wooden hand carved doors.
"Ready?" he asked stroking her shoulders.
"Ready as I'll ever be, there all going to stare, but I suppose that is to be expected." She said.
"Of corse they would stare, your beautiful." Legolas replied, and he kissed her forehead.
Aireromen smiled. "That's not what I meant."
"No? But you are beautiful my love, I have never looked upon anything in my long life that was even close to you're beauty."
"Don't flatter me Legolas." She brushed the comment away.
Legolas grabbed her chin and forced her to stare directly into his eyes. "You are beautiful, don't ever doubt it." He said.
"Do you mean that?" she asked.
"With all my heart." He replied.
They stared for a moment, before Legolas opened the doors, a warm orange light spilled over them and upon the floor. Laughter could be heard, and was hushed to silence, Aireromen could not see for Legolas blocked her view. She heard Thranduil's voice.
"Friends, I would like to have your attention please." He said standing up.
It was perfectly silent now.
"Tonight we have this banquet to honor someone special. This banquet is in honor of Aireromen, the Princess of Lothlorien."
A few elves replied in agreement. Thranduil continued.
"And there would be no better way to honor Aireromen, than to have her here with us. Therefore, it is with great joy and pleasure that I may welcome Aireromen, Princess of Lothlorien to join us, as she has returned at last to our world."
Legolas stepped out of the way and all beheld her, Aireromen stood, a little embarrassed and shy. Legolas took her arm and led her to her seat next to his own. All eyes were upon her as she took her seat, Legolas sat down next to her, holding her hand in his lap. He leaned his face to her ear as the banquet began.
"Don't worry." He whispered and playfully kissed her cheek.
Thranduil again stood up and raised his glass; "Also I would like to say, that I hope to again see all of you for the long awaited celebration of the wedding of my son, Legolas to Aireromen!"
The elves toasted to this as all ate and drank. There was much chatter and merry voices that filled the hall; Aireromen listened to the conversations with interest.
As the night wore on, the crowed left the banquet hall and were now gathered in a great room, where the celebration continued. Aireromen stood by a window with Legolas, who had not left her side the entire night, also stood talking with Aragorn. Presently, Aragorn dismissed himself from the room, and went up to his bedroom to rest. Legolas turned to Aireromen; she felt his stare and turned her eyes from the window to look at him.
"What is it that ails you my love?" Legolas asked, his face showing his concern.
"Just thinking. Going over everything that has happened to me, my life here, and my life on earth." She replied.
"Well let us forget about both for a while shall we? Lets go for a walk in the palace woods, or to the garden if you wish." Suggested Legolas.
Aireromen nodded her head and followed Legolas to his father, who gave them leave to go.
They emerged from the palace and walked slowly down the steps, the turned left and went to the huge garden that Aireromen was in earlier that day. They walked around the garden; the light from the moon was bright enough that they could see all the plants.
"This place is so beautiful," said Aireromen.
"Yes, but not nearly as beautiful as you." Stated Legolas.
Aireromen looked at him, she smiled and blushed. Legolas placed a hand on her cheek and leaned his head to her and kissed her.
"I love you." He whispered to her ear.
She too kissed him, and whispered. "And I love you."
They embraced in a long hug and then continued to walk about the garden.
Two gleaming yellow eyes glared at them from the trees near the garden, the owner of these yellow eyes, growled in a low voice, Gashdug, an orc, took off running through the trees.
That evening Aireromen stood on the balcony of her room, she had not yet gotten ready for the banquet, and was still wearing the purple dress she had worn earlier that day. She stood staring out at the beautiful and ancient trees, she was alone or so she thought, she became aware of a figure at a balcony a little further down the way from hers. She turned fully to this balcony to find it was Legolas, watching her with keen and loving eyes. She smiled and laughed, Legolas smiled as well, he watched her for a long while, and when she bid him farewell and turned to go inside to get ready for the banquet, he still stared at the spot she had been standing in. He finally cast a glance inside his room and turned to go and prepare himself.
The banquet hall was a grand one, the long dark wood table stretched its way from one end of the room to the other, and beautiful hand carved chairs, with velvet seats were strewn around the table. There were fruits and drinks already set upon it. A spectacular chandelier hung from the middle of the ceiling; every candle was lit upon it. Along with this candles hung upon the walls, all casting a warm, welcoming light about the hall. Elves of Mirkwood flowed into the hall, they chattered and laughed and even sang a little before the banquet began.
At this time Aireromen was in her room, she was wearing her gown for the banquet already, it was a beautiful sky-blue, the fabric was thin and soft, and was sleeveless. She sat on her bed reading a book, which was titled: The History of Mirkwood. She had no idea what time it was, she jumped a little when a knock came on her bedroom door.
"Yes, come in." she said, her eyes never leaving her book.
The door opened and in stepped Legolas, who wore a green silk tunic and grey leggings. Aireromen looked up and seeing it was Legolas, she put the book down and walked to him. He took her right hand and gently kissed it.
"I was wondering, Aire, if you were planning to come to the banquet?" smirked Legolas.
"Of corse I am." She answered.
"Well are you planning on making a big entrance then?" his eyes shinned.
Aireromen looked perplexed. "No, why?" she asked.
"Because you're late, the banquet has begun." Legolas laughed when he saw the panicked look that flushed upon Aireromen's face.
She scrambled to her closet and grabbed some beautiful elven shoes to wear with her gown, then she rushed to a desk with a mirror, and ran a brush through her hair. Legolas stood with his arms folded, laughing at her. She turned and glared at him.
"Go ahead and laugh." She said, as she slipped on her shoes.
"Oh don't worry, I am." He smirked.
"Your just as late as me Legolas." She said.
"No, I was down there, I came up here to get you, they are already being seated, I wanted to escort you." Legolas smiled and extended his hand to her. "Shall we?" he asked.
Aireromen set down her brush, and smoothed her gown; she slid her small, slender hand into Legolas's. They walked to the door and Legolas opened it for her.
They passed down the hall and went down two flights of stairs, and then they turned left and walked down the pass-way to the banquet hall. Legolas stopped in front of the beautiful wooden hand carved doors.
"Ready?" he asked stroking her shoulders.
"Ready as I'll ever be, there all going to stare, but I suppose that is to be expected." She said.
"Of corse they would stare, your beautiful." Legolas replied, and he kissed her forehead.
Aireromen smiled. "That's not what I meant."
"No? But you are beautiful my love, I have never looked upon anything in my long life that was even close to you're beauty."
"Don't flatter me Legolas." She brushed the comment away.
Legolas grabbed her chin and forced her to stare directly into his eyes. "You are beautiful, don't ever doubt it." He said.
"Do you mean that?" she asked.
"With all my heart." He replied.
They stared for a moment, before Legolas opened the doors, a warm orange light spilled over them and upon the floor. Laughter could be heard, and was hushed to silence, Aireromen could not see for Legolas blocked her view. She heard Thranduil's voice.
"Friends, I would like to have your attention please." He said standing up.
It was perfectly silent now.
"Tonight we have this banquet to honor someone special. This banquet is in honor of Aireromen, the Princess of Lothlorien."
A few elves replied in agreement. Thranduil continued.
"And there would be no better way to honor Aireromen, than to have her here with us. Therefore, it is with great joy and pleasure that I may welcome Aireromen, Princess of Lothlorien to join us, as she has returned at last to our world."
Legolas stepped out of the way and all beheld her, Aireromen stood, a little embarrassed and shy. Legolas took her arm and led her to her seat next to his own. All eyes were upon her as she took her seat, Legolas sat down next to her, holding her hand in his lap. He leaned his face to her ear as the banquet began.
"Don't worry." He whispered and playfully kissed her cheek.
Thranduil again stood up and raised his glass; "Also I would like to say, that I hope to again see all of you for the long awaited celebration of the wedding of my son, Legolas to Aireromen!"
The elves toasted to this as all ate and drank. There was much chatter and merry voices that filled the hall; Aireromen listened to the conversations with interest.
As the night wore on, the crowed left the banquet hall and were now gathered in a great room, where the celebration continued. Aireromen stood by a window with Legolas, who had not left her side the entire night, also stood talking with Aragorn. Presently, Aragorn dismissed himself from the room, and went up to his bedroom to rest. Legolas turned to Aireromen; she felt his stare and turned her eyes from the window to look at him.
"What is it that ails you my love?" Legolas asked, his face showing his concern.
"Just thinking. Going over everything that has happened to me, my life here, and my life on earth." She replied.
"Well let us forget about both for a while shall we? Lets go for a walk in the palace woods, or to the garden if you wish." Suggested Legolas.
Aireromen nodded her head and followed Legolas to his father, who gave them leave to go.
They emerged from the palace and walked slowly down the steps, the turned left and went to the huge garden that Aireromen was in earlier that day. They walked around the garden; the light from the moon was bright enough that they could see all the plants.
"This place is so beautiful," said Aireromen.
"Yes, but not nearly as beautiful as you." Stated Legolas.
Aireromen looked at him, she smiled and blushed. Legolas placed a hand on her cheek and leaned his head to her and kissed her.
"I love you." He whispered to her ear.
She too kissed him, and whispered. "And I love you."
They embraced in a long hug and then continued to walk about the garden.
Two gleaming yellow eyes glared at them from the trees near the garden, the owner of these yellow eyes, growled in a low voice, Gashdug, an orc, took off running through the trees.