A/N: I don't own Legolas, Rivendell, etc...
2 Years, 10 Months, 3 Weeks, and 6 Days before:
Meenah was going about her daily chores, her mind wandering, seeing as the repetition of the past thirteen years of identical chores had ingrained the movements into her muscles and bones. Her parents had delegated the mind-numbing task of sheet changing and bed making for all of the beds to her when she was eight years old. "Eighteen beds," she muttered to herself with a sigh. Every morning she woke hoping that during the night there had been some sort of Inn-wide bed disaster that would save her from her duties. So far, no luck.
She knocked on the door to room 14, expecting no answer, and pulled out the key to let herself in. Usually by the time she got up and began her job, the guests were long gone, to part time work at the brewery, to one of the town's famous ale festivals, or, occasionally, in search of the hidden Valley that housed Rivendell. The Inn was usually full of weary travelers and workers every night.
Just as Meenah was slipping the key into the lock, the door flew open, and she flew with it-right into a startled male figure. They both fell backwards into a tangled heap on the floor. The man tried to lift her off, and in her haste to move, she managed to catch her necklace in his long hair. He yelped as her movements started to pull on his hair, and he grabbed her shoulders to hold her down against him in an attempt to keep her from doing any damage.
"Ow! Don't move!" he yelled. With one hand still on her back, pressing her against his body, he reached up with his other hand and untangled his hair. The he gently rolled her onto her back, stood up, and backed away a few steps. "Are you alright?" he asked.
She regarded him for a moment, mesmerized. He stood opposite the window, the early afternoon sunlight playing on the gentle wisps of his golden locks. "I came to make your bed!" she suddenly blurted out. She then smacked her palm against her forehead as she realized that not only was she still laying on the floor, staring at him, but that she just said the dumbest thing she possibly could have. "I mean, I work here. I didn't expect anyone to still be in this room." Meenah started to stand and the man held out his hand to help her up. He held onto her hand for a moment longer, and amused glint in his eyes.
"My name is Legolas Greenleaf. It is a pleasure to meet you, regardless of the situation," he said with a tiny smile.
She smiled back at him. "My name is Meenah. It's nice to meet you as well."
***Sorry so very, very short. The next chapter will be longer, I promise.***
2 Years, 10 Months, 3 Weeks, and 6 Days before:
Meenah was going about her daily chores, her mind wandering, seeing as the repetition of the past thirteen years of identical chores had ingrained the movements into her muscles and bones. Her parents had delegated the mind-numbing task of sheet changing and bed making for all of the beds to her when she was eight years old. "Eighteen beds," she muttered to herself with a sigh. Every morning she woke hoping that during the night there had been some sort of Inn-wide bed disaster that would save her from her duties. So far, no luck.
She knocked on the door to room 14, expecting no answer, and pulled out the key to let herself in. Usually by the time she got up and began her job, the guests were long gone, to part time work at the brewery, to one of the town's famous ale festivals, or, occasionally, in search of the hidden Valley that housed Rivendell. The Inn was usually full of weary travelers and workers every night.
Just as Meenah was slipping the key into the lock, the door flew open, and she flew with it-right into a startled male figure. They both fell backwards into a tangled heap on the floor. The man tried to lift her off, and in her haste to move, she managed to catch her necklace in his long hair. He yelped as her movements started to pull on his hair, and he grabbed her shoulders to hold her down against him in an attempt to keep her from doing any damage.
"Ow! Don't move!" he yelled. With one hand still on her back, pressing her against his body, he reached up with his other hand and untangled his hair. The he gently rolled her onto her back, stood up, and backed away a few steps. "Are you alright?" he asked.
She regarded him for a moment, mesmerized. He stood opposite the window, the early afternoon sunlight playing on the gentle wisps of his golden locks. "I came to make your bed!" she suddenly blurted out. She then smacked her palm against her forehead as she realized that not only was she still laying on the floor, staring at him, but that she just said the dumbest thing she possibly could have. "I mean, I work here. I didn't expect anyone to still be in this room." Meenah started to stand and the man held out his hand to help her up. He held onto her hand for a moment longer, and amused glint in his eyes.
"My name is Legolas Greenleaf. It is a pleasure to meet you, regardless of the situation," he said with a tiny smile.
She smiled back at him. "My name is Meenah. It's nice to meet you as well."
***Sorry so very, very short. The next chapter will be longer, I promise.***
