Chapter 2
Thranduil saw the figure approach his direction. It was moving ever closer through the knee high grass. The creature was in close enough range to fire an arrow at. Thranduil took aim, fixing his eyes an inch above the grass' edge. "Who walks in the land of Greenwood the Great?! Speak now or face a horrible death!" yelled Thranduil as he jumped up from a crouch, bow ready to fire. "Please, I'm sorry, don't hurt me," yelled a frantic voice,"My name is Girithalation, I was just gathering flowers for the feast decorations. My father is a noble in the King's court. Please do not hurt me!" Thranduil stood up fully to reveal to his steel-blue eyes a beautiful elf, tall and slender with long blonde hair and perfectly pointed ears. Girithalation was crouching in fear, shaking on the plain's ground. Thranduil walked over and offered his hand to help her get up. " I will not hurt you, I just thought you were an orc or something like that," Thranduil said as the girl took his hand in comfort. She smiled at him a beautiful smile, her teeth gleaming in the sun. Thranduil smiled back at the elf maiden. Suddenly, the elf maiden dropped to her knees in a praising position. She had realize she was dealing with the crown prince of Greenwood the Great. " I am sorry, my Lord,that I did not bow to you sooner. I did not realize that such great face was looking upon a girl like myself," said Girithalation as she remained on the ground, crouching. To her suprise, Thranduil pulled her up off the ground and began to laugh. " Tis' alright! You no need to crouch in praise before me, for I am not worthy myself of such a maiden's beauty. Be my date tonight to the feast please?" Thranduil said looking into the eyes of the shocked elf. " But Lord, I know nothing about you! How am I to be your date if I don't even a single thing about the crown prince of Greenwood." Girithalation's eyes were wide staring back into his. "My praise to the Valar, his eyes are beautiful. I wish to go with him, but I would be a bad date!" she thought to herself. "Let us talk then, Girithalation, and then you will know things about me and I, you." Thranduil took the beautiful elf's small hand into his and walked over to the edge of the forest. "I like this girl, she seems very nice, and she is beautiful as the evening sun. Thank the Valar for blessing me." Thranduil thought to himself as they walked. After what seemed like an eternity of talking, some progress was made in learning something about each other.Girithalation learned that Thranduil was fond of the dwindiling tree herders and his Noldorin cousins. He had met one, a great elf of the name of Elrond Peredhil, who was the Lord of the Elven refuge of Rivendell. Thranduil learned that Girithalation was called Thala to many and that her mother had passed in an accident involving the Laduth river. The Laduth was a treacherous river in the deep of Greenwood, in the places some would not go. After learning about each other, the date was set. Thranduil and Thala were going to the feast tonight-together.
Thranduil saw the figure approach his direction. It was moving ever closer through the knee high grass. The creature was in close enough range to fire an arrow at. Thranduil took aim, fixing his eyes an inch above the grass' edge. "Who walks in the land of Greenwood the Great?! Speak now or face a horrible death!" yelled Thranduil as he jumped up from a crouch, bow ready to fire. "Please, I'm sorry, don't hurt me," yelled a frantic voice,"My name is Girithalation, I was just gathering flowers for the feast decorations. My father is a noble in the King's court. Please do not hurt me!" Thranduil stood up fully to reveal to his steel-blue eyes a beautiful elf, tall and slender with long blonde hair and perfectly pointed ears. Girithalation was crouching in fear, shaking on the plain's ground. Thranduil walked over and offered his hand to help her get up. " I will not hurt you, I just thought you were an orc or something like that," Thranduil said as the girl took his hand in comfort. She smiled at him a beautiful smile, her teeth gleaming in the sun. Thranduil smiled back at the elf maiden. Suddenly, the elf maiden dropped to her knees in a praising position. She had realize she was dealing with the crown prince of Greenwood the Great. " I am sorry, my Lord,that I did not bow to you sooner. I did not realize that such great face was looking upon a girl like myself," said Girithalation as she remained on the ground, crouching. To her suprise, Thranduil pulled her up off the ground and began to laugh. " Tis' alright! You no need to crouch in praise before me, for I am not worthy myself of such a maiden's beauty. Be my date tonight to the feast please?" Thranduil said looking into the eyes of the shocked elf. " But Lord, I know nothing about you! How am I to be your date if I don't even a single thing about the crown prince of Greenwood." Girithalation's eyes were wide staring back into his. "My praise to the Valar, his eyes are beautiful. I wish to go with him, but I would be a bad date!" she thought to herself. "Let us talk then, Girithalation, and then you will know things about me and I, you." Thranduil took the beautiful elf's small hand into his and walked over to the edge of the forest. "I like this girl, she seems very nice, and she is beautiful as the evening sun. Thank the Valar for blessing me." Thranduil thought to himself as they walked. After what seemed like an eternity of talking, some progress was made in learning something about each other.Girithalation learned that Thranduil was fond of the dwindiling tree herders and his Noldorin cousins. He had met one, a great elf of the name of Elrond Peredhil, who was the Lord of the Elven refuge of Rivendell. Thranduil learned that Girithalation was called Thala to many and that her mother had passed in an accident involving the Laduth river. The Laduth was a treacherous river in the deep of Greenwood, in the places some would not go. After learning about each other, the date was set. Thranduil and Thala were going to the feast tonight-together.