Garden
(In the last chap - "Yes, quite. Enough talk for now. We shall come back later, after our guest has had more resting time." He turned
around and walked off at a rather quick speed for a man his age. Legolas was right on his heels. Cresto and I stood alone in the room. I
watching Gandalf's from disappear, he watching me. When I shifted to meet his gaze, I caught a mix of love, and awe in his green
eyes.)
I looked hastily away, my gaze resting on my window. I ran over to it, and sat on its sill. As far as the eye could see (Did I mention that
I've got great eyesight and hearing?) was forest. I sighed, suddenly completely calm and relaxed.
"Would you like to take a walk?" Cresto inquired, coming up behind me. I nodded my head vigorously.
"I'd love to!" As I took one more glance out the window, I noticed that all of the women around were wearing elaborate dresses.
"Shouldn't I change first or something?" I asked, looking down at my more casual clothing.
"If it would make you feel more comfortable, I could call a servant to aid you." He said this, even as he was heading towards the door.
"That would be fine..." I barely finished when Cresto left the room, presumably on his way to find me my helper. Seconds later a young
woman waltzed inside. She had golden bronze hair which was tied in a fancy bun (exposing her pointed ears), blue eyes, she was fair of
skin, and wore a plain light brown dress, with matching shoes. "Hello." I greeted enthusiastically.
"Mi'lady." She replied, dipping her head. "What dress would you like to wear today ma'am?" She asked, walking slowly over to the
closet and opening its doors.
"Oh, I don't know. Surprise me." I was really liking this. Being waited on and all, I mean. Of course, I thought it was really strange how
all these people looked like me... okay, wait, maybe that's going a bit too far, eh? What I meant was, all these people seem to have
pointed ears! At first I was skeptical, someone may just be playing an elaborate hoax on me or something. But, the more servants that
came in to help me (they insisted that they bathe me, do my hair, make-up, and help me dress) with pointed ears, the more I began to
believe that this may be some underground race or something. I mean, I studied the girls! They were all really pretty, and fine boned,
with, well... most of them had blond hair, or really light brown, and the ears! The ears, I checked and looked, and, I couldn't for the
life of me see a line or crack where they could be some fake rubber thing that was attached to their head, then covered with make
up... like a halloween type thing.
Anyway, they dressed me in a silky pale green dress. The neckline was squared off respectively stopping before any part of my boobs
could be seen, the sleeves were long and fitting, but then they belled out at the ends, the servants forced me to wear a corset. Blast
them and my stupid love handles! The bottom of the dress grazed the ground, and all edges were trimmed in a light blue flowery...
trim... all in all, it was quite lovely. My hair was kept plain, spiraling down to the middle of my back, using a strip of extra dress trim as
a headband. After they were done putting on the finishing touches (good-smelly-stuff) I walked out into the hall, where a bored
Cresto was standing leisurely against the wall. You could tell he was bored to hell and beyond.
"Hey there shotgun!" I yelled. He jumped about ten feet in the air. Clearing his throat, he held out his arm for me to take.
"Are you ready mi'lady." Scrunching up my nose in distaste, I replied,
"No, actually I have to take another bath, and eat some more of that delightful gruel my 'hand servants' decided to shove down my
throat."
"Oh. Well, I shall wait for your return then, madam." Cresto obviously doesn't know how to take sarcasm.
"Geeze." He looked curiously at me. "Everyone around here acts so... stuffed, and polite. I feel like I'm living in the dark ages or
something. Lighten up mon ami. And stop with the Mi'lady, ma'am, and madam crap. It's so impersonal and, I dunno. I just don't like it."
I had already begun to walk towards a open door leading outside. Cresto jogged slightly to catch up with me. I guess I must have
shocked him.
"As you wish Mela en' coiamin (Love of my life)." I glanced at him, damn my bad memory! I knew I had heard that phrase someplace,
but, where? Ugh, everything before my father leaving me's a blur. So, instead of letting him on that I had no idea what he said, I
decided to play it cool. rolling my eyes, I simply said,
"Whatever." The rest of our walk was spent in silence. Not really an acquired one, actually, it was odd. It was a comfortable one, as if
we were real close friends, you know, the kind that don't need to be in conversation 24/7. The garden was magnificent to say the
least. Beautiful fountains were surrounded by roses of red, white and pink, carnations of all different colors... except white (I
noticed,) daffodils, daisies, baby's breath, gardenia, jasmine, and tons of others including some that I had never seen before. Just as
the sun was setting, the sound of clear, silvery bells could be heard all around. Cresto smiled at me, holding out his arm again.
"Time to feast." Was all he said as he led me inside. We stopped at my room, where I was to get ready to eat.
A/N - okay... I lied... I seem to be doing a lot of that lately. Well, as I'm sure you can tell, the dinner scene will be next up. sorry it
took me so long to get this posted, but, like i said, i was gone all last weekend.
**To my reviewers**
***Katja - Thank you for the description of a Mary-Sue story. It helped a lot. Now i've just got to think up some flaws... well, besides
the one big one that will be coming up soon... hehehe... and thank you for the complement on my dialogue and grammar, that was so
sweet!
***;) - Thank you SO much!! You can bet I'm gonna write more. No worries there!
***Europa - And thank you so much for your description of a Mary-Sue. Yeah... I've written a few of those. Actually, I guess you
could sorta call the first book BtS (Behind the Scenes) a Mary Sue... although there really isn't all that much romance in it... oh well!
***Akumu Angel - Thanks! I try, I try. ;)
***The Barbarian Shadow - Yes, I know you didn't review. But you honestly didn't think you'd get away from me, did you? Thanks for
putting me on your favorites list!
*****Thank you everyone who has put me on their favorites list! you really helped boost my confidence.
(In the last chap - "Yes, quite. Enough talk for now. We shall come back later, after our guest has had more resting time." He turned
around and walked off at a rather quick speed for a man his age. Legolas was right on his heels. Cresto and I stood alone in the room. I
watching Gandalf's from disappear, he watching me. When I shifted to meet his gaze, I caught a mix of love, and awe in his green
eyes.)
I looked hastily away, my gaze resting on my window. I ran over to it, and sat on its sill. As far as the eye could see (Did I mention that
I've got great eyesight and hearing?) was forest. I sighed, suddenly completely calm and relaxed.
"Would you like to take a walk?" Cresto inquired, coming up behind me. I nodded my head vigorously.
"I'd love to!" As I took one more glance out the window, I noticed that all of the women around were wearing elaborate dresses.
"Shouldn't I change first or something?" I asked, looking down at my more casual clothing.
"If it would make you feel more comfortable, I could call a servant to aid you." He said this, even as he was heading towards the door.
"That would be fine..." I barely finished when Cresto left the room, presumably on his way to find me my helper. Seconds later a young
woman waltzed inside. She had golden bronze hair which was tied in a fancy bun (exposing her pointed ears), blue eyes, she was fair of
skin, and wore a plain light brown dress, with matching shoes. "Hello." I greeted enthusiastically.
"Mi'lady." She replied, dipping her head. "What dress would you like to wear today ma'am?" She asked, walking slowly over to the
closet and opening its doors.
"Oh, I don't know. Surprise me." I was really liking this. Being waited on and all, I mean. Of course, I thought it was really strange how
all these people looked like me... okay, wait, maybe that's going a bit too far, eh? What I meant was, all these people seem to have
pointed ears! At first I was skeptical, someone may just be playing an elaborate hoax on me or something. But, the more servants that
came in to help me (they insisted that they bathe me, do my hair, make-up, and help me dress) with pointed ears, the more I began to
believe that this may be some underground race or something. I mean, I studied the girls! They were all really pretty, and fine boned,
with, well... most of them had blond hair, or really light brown, and the ears! The ears, I checked and looked, and, I couldn't for the
life of me see a line or crack where they could be some fake rubber thing that was attached to their head, then covered with make
up... like a halloween type thing.
Anyway, they dressed me in a silky pale green dress. The neckline was squared off respectively stopping before any part of my boobs
could be seen, the sleeves were long and fitting, but then they belled out at the ends, the servants forced me to wear a corset. Blast
them and my stupid love handles! The bottom of the dress grazed the ground, and all edges were trimmed in a light blue flowery...
trim... all in all, it was quite lovely. My hair was kept plain, spiraling down to the middle of my back, using a strip of extra dress trim as
a headband. After they were done putting on the finishing touches (good-smelly-stuff) I walked out into the hall, where a bored
Cresto was standing leisurely against the wall. You could tell he was bored to hell and beyond.
"Hey there shotgun!" I yelled. He jumped about ten feet in the air. Clearing his throat, he held out his arm for me to take.
"Are you ready mi'lady." Scrunching up my nose in distaste, I replied,
"No, actually I have to take another bath, and eat some more of that delightful gruel my 'hand servants' decided to shove down my
throat."
"Oh. Well, I shall wait for your return then, madam." Cresto obviously doesn't know how to take sarcasm.
"Geeze." He looked curiously at me. "Everyone around here acts so... stuffed, and polite. I feel like I'm living in the dark ages or
something. Lighten up mon ami. And stop with the Mi'lady, ma'am, and madam crap. It's so impersonal and, I dunno. I just don't like it."
I had already begun to walk towards a open door leading outside. Cresto jogged slightly to catch up with me. I guess I must have
shocked him.
"As you wish Mela en' coiamin (Love of my life)." I glanced at him, damn my bad memory! I knew I had heard that phrase someplace,
but, where? Ugh, everything before my father leaving me's a blur. So, instead of letting him on that I had no idea what he said, I
decided to play it cool. rolling my eyes, I simply said,
"Whatever." The rest of our walk was spent in silence. Not really an acquired one, actually, it was odd. It was a comfortable one, as if
we were real close friends, you know, the kind that don't need to be in conversation 24/7. The garden was magnificent to say the
least. Beautiful fountains were surrounded by roses of red, white and pink, carnations of all different colors... except white (I
noticed,) daffodils, daisies, baby's breath, gardenia, jasmine, and tons of others including some that I had never seen before. Just as
the sun was setting, the sound of clear, silvery bells could be heard all around. Cresto smiled at me, holding out his arm again.
"Time to feast." Was all he said as he led me inside. We stopped at my room, where I was to get ready to eat.
A/N - okay... I lied... I seem to be doing a lot of that lately. Well, as I'm sure you can tell, the dinner scene will be next up. sorry it
took me so long to get this posted, but, like i said, i was gone all last weekend.
**To my reviewers**
***Katja - Thank you for the description of a Mary-Sue story. It helped a lot. Now i've just got to think up some flaws... well, besides
the one big one that will be coming up soon... hehehe... and thank you for the complement on my dialogue and grammar, that was so
sweet!
***;) - Thank you SO much!! You can bet I'm gonna write more. No worries there!
***Europa - And thank you so much for your description of a Mary-Sue. Yeah... I've written a few of those. Actually, I guess you
could sorta call the first book BtS (Behind the Scenes) a Mary Sue... although there really isn't all that much romance in it... oh well!
***Akumu Angel - Thanks! I try, I try. ;)
***The Barbarian Shadow - Yes, I know you didn't review. But you honestly didn't think you'd get away from me, did you? Thanks for
putting me on your favorites list!
*****Thank you everyone who has put me on their favorites list! you really helped boost my confidence.