"Eithel, saesa omentien lle, Legolas."
Well, pleasure meeting you, Legolas.
They seemed to look into each others eyes, as if examining one another. Legolas was still holding Isiong's hand with a gentle touch. His skin was soft and supple, with a glow with it and his cheeks had a soft hint of peach to them while his lips were a nice shade of salmon. They seemed to be stuck in this frozen time with nothing around them but silence and themselves when suddenly the silence was broken.
"Well, if I don't feel like a third wheel if there was one. I think I should go off and look for Eärorfilas, if I know him he'll be in an uproar by now. Goodbye and nice meeting you Legolas."
Belil stepped to the side and bowed and walked swiftly towards the hall where the festivities were taking place. Legolas seemed to have been lost in thought when Belil had disappeared into the night. Smiling Isiong gently removed her hand from Legolas and began to walk towards the courtyard with Legolas in toe. She took a seat at the edge of a water fountain and turned her attention to Legolas.
"Mankoi naa lle sinome?"
Why are you here?
"Amin merna quen yassen lle."
I wish to speak with you
"Oh. Why for?"
"I was told that you held an interest in me and would like to get to know me. From what I was told."
Isiong's cheeks turned a slight shade of pink before she spoke, "Well, that may be true. But I know a Prince would surely not have come unless he was interested."
"And what if I am. Will you deny me your company for the evening? Or are there more important things you care to tend to?"
"I dare not deny my company to the Prince of Mirkwood. But there is ONE very important thing I must tend to, if you do not mind waiting for me while I go tend to it."
"Well why don't I go with you?"
"If you care to follow you are more than welcome. You will be meeting my mother if you do not mind."
Isiong walked in silence to another part of the garden and through beautifully sculpted gates that were covered with vines of beauty. The grass was an amazing shade of green and was damp to the touch and filled with flowers of many different kinds, Isiong reached down and grabbed a purple forget me not and stopped before a stone. In the Elvish language it read 'Sinome glir Tiniwiel, arwen en' lye coia. Esta e'seere. Sai-mela, Isiong.'* Placing down the flower just below the stone she began to speak softly in the Elvish language.
"Atara, amin sinome. Tel' Arvandor gerin il-teli deno' lle gurtha.**" Isiong sat in silence for a moment letting a tear escape and felt Legolas place a hand upon her shoulder and she wiped her tear, "Forgive me, for I have yet to introduce you to this young Elf next to me. For his name is Legolas Greenleaf, Prince of Mirkwood."
Legolas took a step back letting her speak with her mother and having a moment to herself so she could chat with her mom. He took a seat on a stone bench and observed Isiong as she kneeled in the grass. Her long brown hair seemed so soft to the touch and glowed as the light of the moon shined down on her. Isiong pressed two fingers to her lips and then pressed them to the stone and she arose with one swift movement. She straighten her dress and walked towards Legolas. Her dress was a beautiful color to her skin, the color of an olive green with a gold belt at the waist, while the dress was covered with beads that made not the slightest noise as she walked.
"Lle desiel?"
You ready?
Legolas nodded and turned to walk with Isiong as she walked side by side with him. He hesitated before speaking finally deciding he might as well tell her.
"Lle naa vanima…"
You are beautiful…
a/n: Please review and tell me if I should keep going. WhiteWolf: Yes it is Elvish, as far as I'm aware. *Translates, Here lies Tiniwiel, Lady of our light. Rest in Peace, With Love, Isiong. ** Mother, I am here. The Heavens have not come upon your death.