Chapter Three: The Dance
The Great Hall was magnificent. It was tall and deep with drapes of wine and green caressing the walls. Giant pillars mirrored each other all the down the Hall and bordered what seemed like hundreds of tables lined up to form a squared off U shape. In the middle was a dance floor with a band of musicians in the back behind the tables. Standing near the back was Legolas looking as radiant as ever in his silver tunic.
Hearing the door open he turned to see Calenia along with another figure walk into the Hall. Making his way in their direction he began to notice and recognize the face of the strange figure as being the girl he had picked up earlier that afternoon. But for some reason she looked different. She was beautiful. Though her face adorned no make-up, she still managed to pull across that glowing look and the dress she wore accentuated her curves, stirring something deep inside of him. Most elven ladies did not have such voluptuous figures and it made him yearn to see what she was hiding underneath that dress.
"Good evening m'lady" Legolas greeted Kristin with a smile. "You look radiant."
"As do you", Kristin smiled back. Legolas reached his hand out to hers and led her down to the head of the the tables where his father sat.
"Father, this is Kristin. I met her this afternoon. I guess you could say she fell on me."
Thranduil looked her over wearily then finally spoke. "You're hair is so incredibly short. Where exactly are you from? Are you of Hobbit descent?"
"No, actually I'm from Los Angeles", she stated with a smirk. Both Legolas and Thranduil looked at her with confused eyes.
"Never mind", she smiled, "Just think of it as a distant land."
"Pleased to meet you Kristin", Thranduil acknowledged, "Please, sit. Have dinner with us." He stilled seemed a little uneasy, but continued to be a good host as the dinner was served. Everything went well and the dinner was delicious.
"Better than anything you'll find at McDonald's" she whispered to herself as she pushed her plate away from her.
"McDonald. Does he rule your distant land?" Legolas asked. Kristin thought about it then realized he may not be too far from the truth.
"Yeah, you could say that" she laughed. "He rules the food industry at least."
Soon celtic-type music began to fill the room and many of the elves surrounding her began to rise together and dance. Legolas offered his hand.
"Care to dance?" he asked with hope in his eyes. Kristin eyed the other dancers and shook her head.
"I can't dance like that. I'll hurt myself."
"Please? I would be honored if you'd accompany me." His eyes were begging but Kristin still declined.
"You don't understand. This white girl can't dance. I have absolutely no coordination. I look like a cow trudging though peanut butter."
Legolas just laughed. "If you continue to turn me down I'll be forced to lift you up and carry you out there. Now, will you dance with me?"
Still having doubts, and secretly wanting to know what it would be liked to be carried by this sexier than life elf prince, she declined once more. Before she knew it she was lifted completely off her feet and carried to the center of the room on his shoulders.
"Ugh" she laughed as he put her down. She couldn't help feeling like a cave woman. The music began to die down and soon it was slow enough to dance cheek to cheek, or in their case, cheek to chest. Legolas slowly draped his arms around her waist, careful not to move to fast incase she didn't approve. But when she lightly pressed herself against him he caved in and pulled her close. Sighing, Kristin gently swayed with him to the music. Now this was her kind of dancing. Pulling back slightly she looked him in the eyes.
"Why are you being so nice to me? You've only known me for a few hours. Are you always this friendly?"
Legolas locked eyes with hers and answered simply, "You fascinate me." And with that he kissed her forehead and continued to sway slowly to the music.
The Great Hall was magnificent. It was tall and deep with drapes of wine and green caressing the walls. Giant pillars mirrored each other all the down the Hall and bordered what seemed like hundreds of tables lined up to form a squared off U shape. In the middle was a dance floor with a band of musicians in the back behind the tables. Standing near the back was Legolas looking as radiant as ever in his silver tunic.
Hearing the door open he turned to see Calenia along with another figure walk into the Hall. Making his way in their direction he began to notice and recognize the face of the strange figure as being the girl he had picked up earlier that afternoon. But for some reason she looked different. She was beautiful. Though her face adorned no make-up, she still managed to pull across that glowing look and the dress she wore accentuated her curves, stirring something deep inside of him. Most elven ladies did not have such voluptuous figures and it made him yearn to see what she was hiding underneath that dress.
"Good evening m'lady" Legolas greeted Kristin with a smile. "You look radiant."
"As do you", Kristin smiled back. Legolas reached his hand out to hers and led her down to the head of the the tables where his father sat.
"Father, this is Kristin. I met her this afternoon. I guess you could say she fell on me."
Thranduil looked her over wearily then finally spoke. "You're hair is so incredibly short. Where exactly are you from? Are you of Hobbit descent?"
"No, actually I'm from Los Angeles", she stated with a smirk. Both Legolas and Thranduil looked at her with confused eyes.
"Never mind", she smiled, "Just think of it as a distant land."
"Pleased to meet you Kristin", Thranduil acknowledged, "Please, sit. Have dinner with us." He stilled seemed a little uneasy, but continued to be a good host as the dinner was served. Everything went well and the dinner was delicious.
"Better than anything you'll find at McDonald's" she whispered to herself as she pushed her plate away from her.
"McDonald. Does he rule your distant land?" Legolas asked. Kristin thought about it then realized he may not be too far from the truth.
"Yeah, you could say that" she laughed. "He rules the food industry at least."
Soon celtic-type music began to fill the room and many of the elves surrounding her began to rise together and dance. Legolas offered his hand.
"Care to dance?" he asked with hope in his eyes. Kristin eyed the other dancers and shook her head.
"I can't dance like that. I'll hurt myself."
"Please? I would be honored if you'd accompany me." His eyes were begging but Kristin still declined.
"You don't understand. This white girl can't dance. I have absolutely no coordination. I look like a cow trudging though peanut butter."
Legolas just laughed. "If you continue to turn me down I'll be forced to lift you up and carry you out there. Now, will you dance with me?"
Still having doubts, and secretly wanting to know what it would be liked to be carried by this sexier than life elf prince, she declined once more. Before she knew it she was lifted completely off her feet and carried to the center of the room on his shoulders.
"Ugh" she laughed as he put her down. She couldn't help feeling like a cave woman. The music began to die down and soon it was slow enough to dance cheek to cheek, or in their case, cheek to chest. Legolas slowly draped his arms around her waist, careful not to move to fast incase she didn't approve. But when she lightly pressed herself against him he caved in and pulled her close. Sighing, Kristin gently swayed with him to the music. Now this was her kind of dancing. Pulling back slightly she looked him in the eyes.
"Why are you being so nice to me? You've only known me for a few hours. Are you always this friendly?"
Legolas locked eyes with hers and answered simply, "You fascinate me." And with that he kissed her forehead and continued to sway slowly to the music.