Legolas walked down the hallway brillant silver starshine and moonlight illuminating the hallways so that no toarch was needed. He strolled towards Likara's room, hoping she was ready for the feast Lord Elrond was having. He checked a grandfather clock ticking softly, yet the throbbing sound booming through the otherwise silent halls echoed. 9:30. He quickened his pace. (It starts in a half hour and I swear to Valar if she's not rea-" He heard her before he saw her, an angry scream screeching through the quiet hall. He sighed, it was Lika alright, but another voice hollared back just as loud, a deeper masculine voice.
"Likara, you WILL wear this dress!"
"I'M NOT TOUCHING IT!"
"I'm telling you that you will, do not make me order you to Likara!"
"GODS I DON'T CARE WHAT YOU DO I'M NOT WEARING IT!"
"Don't make me force you!"
"I ALREADY TOLD YOU THAT I REFUSE TOO-"
"LIKARA I COMMAND YOU TOO, THAT IS AN ORDER, I *WILL* SEE YOU AT THE BANQUET AND YOU WILL BE WEARING THE DRESS!"
"Just get out." She snarled and Elrond raged out of the room, more furious than Legolas had ever seen him.
"My Lord, I-" A glare silenced him.
~~**~~
Legolas knocked softly on the door.
"Lika?"
"Go away!" An almost hysterical voice answered him.
He opened the door, peering in, and then swung it wider, letting it fall behind him. There was his sister, her face sodden with tears and holding a dark purple dress, shashed with soft pink. The panels of the skirt were a blushed rosy colour, the plunging neckline laced with pearls.
"Aw Lika, its pretty..." He sat down on the edge of the bed, his voice concerned. She threw her arms around his neck.
"Its not fair Legolas, I want to go home! Daddy doesn't trust me at all, he wrote another letter saying that Elrond could do whatever it took to keep me under control, and now I must wear this dress."
He patted her back gently. "Its not that bad, at least its not hot pink..."
She looked up, glaring into his face. "I don't care, I'll look silly. I'm going to look stupid and they'll all laugh."
He held her away from himself, really looking at her for the first time in a while. She had grown, obviously, but it was the first time he had seen her as something other than a child. Ironic, as her long hair dripped down to her waist, striking blue eyes reddened with tears, in only a robe. "They'll think you look silly? They'll think you the princess you are. Get changed, I'll meet you there okay? And please try to be good, promise not to act up or anything?"
"I DON'T ACT UP!"
"Lika, come on, promise?"
She sighed shakily. "'I promise." He hugged her again.
"I'll see you then." He kissed her damp head softly and then left.
"Likara, you WILL wear this dress!"
"I'M NOT TOUCHING IT!"
"I'm telling you that you will, do not make me order you to Likara!"
"GODS I DON'T CARE WHAT YOU DO I'M NOT WEARING IT!"
"Don't make me force you!"
"I ALREADY TOLD YOU THAT I REFUSE TOO-"
"LIKARA I COMMAND YOU TOO, THAT IS AN ORDER, I *WILL* SEE YOU AT THE BANQUET AND YOU WILL BE WEARING THE DRESS!"
"Just get out." She snarled and Elrond raged out of the room, more furious than Legolas had ever seen him.
"My Lord, I-" A glare silenced him.
~~**~~
Legolas knocked softly on the door.
"Lika?"
"Go away!" An almost hysterical voice answered him.
He opened the door, peering in, and then swung it wider, letting it fall behind him. There was his sister, her face sodden with tears and holding a dark purple dress, shashed with soft pink. The panels of the skirt were a blushed rosy colour, the plunging neckline laced with pearls.
"Aw Lika, its pretty..." He sat down on the edge of the bed, his voice concerned. She threw her arms around his neck.
"Its not fair Legolas, I want to go home! Daddy doesn't trust me at all, he wrote another letter saying that Elrond could do whatever it took to keep me under control, and now I must wear this dress."
He patted her back gently. "Its not that bad, at least its not hot pink..."
She looked up, glaring into his face. "I don't care, I'll look silly. I'm going to look stupid and they'll all laugh."
He held her away from himself, really looking at her for the first time in a while. She had grown, obviously, but it was the first time he had seen her as something other than a child. Ironic, as her long hair dripped down to her waist, striking blue eyes reddened with tears, in only a robe. "They'll think you look silly? They'll think you the princess you are. Get changed, I'll meet you there okay? And please try to be good, promise not to act up or anything?"
"I DON'T ACT UP!"
"Lika, come on, promise?"
She sighed shakily. "'I promise." He hugged her again.
"I'll see you then." He kissed her damp head softly and then left.
