Banquets

Alana hissed in pain as her father ran the brush through her golden locks again. Her hair was unnaturally knotted, and it was hurting her quite a bit.

Legolas smiled down at Alana and ran his fingers through her hair, enjoying the feeling of her silky hair unknotting beneath his fingers. Alana growled up at him, smacking his hands away.

"Ada! Stop! OW!" A particularly hard yank from the brush had her letting out such a howl that made mice in a field fifteen miles away scurry to find their homes. She also let out such a long trail of Dwarfish curses that Legolas had to cover her mouth with his hand to stop the flow.

"Should have never let Gimli around you." Legolas muttered.

"Wasn't his fault, OW!" Alana grabbed Legolas by his wrist and stole away the brush, smacking her father on the stomach as she hopped up and ran for her life.

Alana raced down the halls and ran straight into Aragorn.

Aragorn, rising only a few inches higher than the Elf, who was still growing and held a promise for being at least her father's size, was knocked back into the wall. (Alright, maybe I exaggerated on her size, he would be about a head taller) Pulling Aragorn from the wall, Alana ducked behind him and hid. Unfortunately for her, Arwen came down the hall at that moment, and caught on to the situation.

"Oh, Alana." She giggled, reaching out and taking the girl's hand, "Afraid of letting your father get you ready." She laughed a bit more when Alana nodded. "Come. I'll get you ready."

After kicking Legolas out of Alana's room, which took a fair amount of time, Arwen sat Alana down to begin the transformation.

***

The Fellowship sat at long tables in Aragorn's hall, watching various people dance out on the floors. They were all enjoying themselves, but all secretly wondering where the 'Wondering Maiden' as Merry and Pippin, who had only seen Alana once, was.

Then a gasp came from the hall as a figure descended from the steps on the right hand side of the hall. The figure was clothed in white, had her hair put in waves, and was, if anyone would dare say it, a definite rival for Lady Galadriel. Her limbs were long, and her face was pale, blue eyes shining. A soft shine was on her lips from a pink berry juice, and a green stone hung around her neck.

The Fellowship stood up suddenly. "Alana?" The all asked, in practically one voice.

"Better than anything you guys could do." Alana grumbled, breaking the girly façade with her complaints.

Sam opened his mouth and shut it without a word. Either he was wondering what happened to Alana, or he was just awed.

It was Legolas who voiced the question. "What happened to your old body?"

Alana glared at him, stepping right up to him, and poked him right in the chest. "Now you listen here! If you insult he one more time, I will beat you to a bloody pulp!"

Now to anyone else this would seem obsurd, considering that Alana only came up to Legolas' chest. But to all those who knew Alana well, the idea of her beating her father up was perfectly seeable, though she would probably just hit at him, for she couldn't hurt him.

Legolas laughed down at her. "My dear, though I do believe that you could kill me, I do have the upper hand here. Come, sit down, my iell."

Alana sat down in the offered place, and sat for a little while.

Before she knew it, Alana had nodded off, and was fast asleep in her seat. Legolas walked over and scooped her up into his arms, and took Alana up to her room.

"Good night, my dear daughter." Kissing Alana on the forehead, before he left the room.