Author's Notes: This Chappie is gonna be kinda dull, but I gotta get things started somehow, right? Anyways, read on.
Disclaimer: Me, Own Lord of the Rings? Hah! That's a laugh. I only own Amalon and Irania for now.
Destiny's Plans.
Chapter One, The Ball of Lothlorien.
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The long expected Ball of Lothlorien was finally here. Guests of all races were flocking to the forest, and the Lady Galadriel and Lord Celeborn were prepairing to greet the many peoples. The festivities livend the spirits of the elves. One she-elf in particular was enjoying herself.
Lady Amalon sat at a small, round table in the kitchen, snatching tidbits of food from passing platers.
"Amalon!" Haldir's voice echoed through the bustling kitchen. "Lady Amalon! I bid thee come help thy sister greet the guests at once!"
"Coming Haldir!" replied the violet eyed, fiery haired female in a sing-song voice. Nothing, not even the conceited Haldir could bring her spirits down this fine day. She rushed out to change clothing and greet the coming guest with excitement.
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Haldir came to stand beside the Lady Galadriel and allowed himself an exhasperated sigh. "Thy sister will be the death of me!" he declared.
The woman smiled past him to where her gorgeous sister was jogging down the stairs in her violet, satin gown. "Yes," she agreed, "though she can look lovely when she puts a small amount of effort into it."
All further conversation was cut short by the arrival of the subject. "Are they here yet?" Ammalon questioned.
"Nay, dear sister, you are on time it seems," said Galadriel. Again their talk was interrupted, but this time by a loud, official sounding voice.
"Now arriving, King Aragorn and Queen Arwen of Gondor!"
The royals hailed each other politely, but Amalon made certain to give Arwen's hand a special squeeze. "We will speak together later," Arwen whispered back, for the two were excellent friends.
"Now arriving, Lord Faramir and Lady Eowyn of Rohan!"
Greetings were formal, but again Amalon gaze ger close friend's hand an extra squeeze.
Among the guests were Gimili and his wife Irania of the Dwarves, Lord Elrond and Lady Celebrian of Rivendell, Merry, Pippin, Frodo, and Sam along with his wife Rosie of the Shire, and, of course, Gandalf the White, for no party was complete without him, along with many others from all over Middle Earth. Everything went uneventfully until the arrival of the last guests.
"Now arriving, King Thranduil and Prince Legolas of Mirkwood!"
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Neither father nor son were pleased with the trip. They had been rained upon, and then attacked by a small band of roaming Orcs. No harm had come of it, except to the Orcs, but it was enough to dampen an elve's spirits.
"My Lords, I hope your trip was pleasant," Lady Galadriel spoke.
"Alas it was not, but that is all behind us now, for how can we be unhappy in such an enchanting place?" answered King Thranduil charmingly. "Lady," was his only word to Amalon.
When it was her time to adress Legolas, the young beauty found herself lost in impossibly blue eyes. She blinked once and focused on the entire face of the Prince.
"My Lord," she finally spoke, "I am sorry to hear that your travels were unpleasant."
"Do not worry, M'lady, for it was worth the trip to lay eyes on a vision of lovliness such as yourself," he replied, all the while holding her eyes with his. While he was speaking he had grasped her hand in his and now he leand in and brushed the back of her hand with his soft, full lips.
Suddenly there was a crash from the kitchen, and the trance was broken. Amalon swiftly snatched her hand from him and broke eye contact. "Thank you, My Lord Legolas. I hope your stay here is pleasant." She spoke quickly and her eyes focused on everything except his face.
At this he simply smiled and bowed to her, before turning and walking away.
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Dinner was a fine affair, with regal foods and sparkling drinks. There was so much bustle and conversation that Amalon was able to avoid looking in Legolas' direction. Both Arwen and Eowyn were as curious to know of news in Lorien as Amalon was to know of doings outside her home. Since the wars were now over though, all was quiet and peaceful.
"What news of your search for a husband?" Eowyn nosed.
"No news," Amalon answered swiftly and began to speak on another subject, unconciously revealing to her friends that it was not going well. They exchanged a look before launching themselves back into the conversation with ther companion.
After dinner, the diners relocated to the Ball Room for singing and dancing. At first the young lady of Lorien sat on the sides, but soon she became swept up in the celebration, and found herself dancing with partner after partner. Soon the music of a popular elvish folk dance could be heard, and all other peoples cleared the floor.
As Amalon danced she found herself caught up in the music and was unaware of the extra pair of eyes upon her.
~*~*~*~*~*~
The Prince of Mirkwood was finding it hard to hold a conversation this night, even with his old friend Gimili the dwarf. How had he never noticed her before? The younger lady's beauty was unusual, and her rich auburn hair stood out like a beacon in the night. Gimili's eyes followed his friend's gaze, and he smiled mischeiviously when he realized the cause of Legolas' distraction.
"If you like her so much, why not ask the lady to dance?" asked the dwarf in his usual blunt manner.
After a moment's contemplation Legolas answered. "Yes, my friend," replied the handsome elf, "I believe that I will do just that."
~*~*~*~*~*~
When the dance ended, Amalon had left the floor and taken a seat between Eowyn and Arwen, who had also danced a number of dances, both with their husbands. The three had again launched themselves into animated conversation when a shadow fell across Amalon. She looked up in surprise to see the one person that she had been trying to avoid all night standing before her.
"Prince Legolas," she acknowledged politely, still feeling shy due to their encounter earlier.
"I would request a dance with thee, Lady, if you would," he stated regally.
"But of course My Lord, for how could a lady resist such a charming inquiry?" Amalon responded.
The Prince stretched his strong hand out to her and she placed her dainty one into it. At first they danced awkwardly, but eventually they began to move in step with one another and Amalon found herself enjoying Legolas' company. He spoke easily and joked often.
As they danced the night away Legolas told her of his home in Mirkwood, and of the people there both family and friend. He spoke of his father's constant search to find him a wife, to which Amalon smiled sympathetically but said nothing. He then told of his mother's birthday party and gave a humerous account of the 'Great Cake Disaster' in which a food fight was started and everything, guests included, had become covered in frosty white icing. This left the lady breathless with laughter.
Legolas was also enjoying himself immensly. Though her comments were few, they were always sharp witted and often led to laughter from both of the dance partners. Occasionally he would catch her shining violet eyes in his in his and hold them there, but she would then smile shyly, becomingly, and turn her orbs elsewhere.
Before the pair was aware, the end of the night was upon them and Prince Legolas had to take leave of his new aquaintance, but not before the promise of another meeting.
~*~*~*~*~*~
Later that night, after all attendants had been shown to their quarters, Amalon sat before her mirror brushing her rich locks and thinking of the charming Prince of Mirkwood.
At first he had made her uneasy with his intense blue eyes, but after their first dance she felt as though they had been familliar her entire life. Standing she swiftly shed her gown in exchange for her silk chemise that lay at her bedside and climed beween her fresh sheets.
When slumber finally claimed her, Legolas' laughing mind was still darting through her exhausted thoughts.
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Done!!! U Like? R&R!!!
Later Days, Dawnwalker.
Disclaimer: Me, Own Lord of the Rings? Hah! That's a laugh. I only own Amalon and Irania for now.
Destiny's Plans.
Chapter One, The Ball of Lothlorien.
^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^
The long expected Ball of Lothlorien was finally here. Guests of all races were flocking to the forest, and the Lady Galadriel and Lord Celeborn were prepairing to greet the many peoples. The festivities livend the spirits of the elves. One she-elf in particular was enjoying herself.
Lady Amalon sat at a small, round table in the kitchen, snatching tidbits of food from passing platers.
"Amalon!" Haldir's voice echoed through the bustling kitchen. "Lady Amalon! I bid thee come help thy sister greet the guests at once!"
"Coming Haldir!" replied the violet eyed, fiery haired female in a sing-song voice. Nothing, not even the conceited Haldir could bring her spirits down this fine day. She rushed out to change clothing and greet the coming guest with excitement.
~*~*~*~*~
Haldir came to stand beside the Lady Galadriel and allowed himself an exhasperated sigh. "Thy sister will be the death of me!" he declared.
The woman smiled past him to where her gorgeous sister was jogging down the stairs in her violet, satin gown. "Yes," she agreed, "though she can look lovely when she puts a small amount of effort into it."
All further conversation was cut short by the arrival of the subject. "Are they here yet?" Ammalon questioned.
"Nay, dear sister, you are on time it seems," said Galadriel. Again their talk was interrupted, but this time by a loud, official sounding voice.
"Now arriving, King Aragorn and Queen Arwen of Gondor!"
The royals hailed each other politely, but Amalon made certain to give Arwen's hand a special squeeze. "We will speak together later," Arwen whispered back, for the two were excellent friends.
"Now arriving, Lord Faramir and Lady Eowyn of Rohan!"
Greetings were formal, but again Amalon gaze ger close friend's hand an extra squeeze.
Among the guests were Gimili and his wife Irania of the Dwarves, Lord Elrond and Lady Celebrian of Rivendell, Merry, Pippin, Frodo, and Sam along with his wife Rosie of the Shire, and, of course, Gandalf the White, for no party was complete without him, along with many others from all over Middle Earth. Everything went uneventfully until the arrival of the last guests.
"Now arriving, King Thranduil and Prince Legolas of Mirkwood!"
~*~*~*~*~*~
Neither father nor son were pleased with the trip. They had been rained upon, and then attacked by a small band of roaming Orcs. No harm had come of it, except to the Orcs, but it was enough to dampen an elve's spirits.
"My Lords, I hope your trip was pleasant," Lady Galadriel spoke.
"Alas it was not, but that is all behind us now, for how can we be unhappy in such an enchanting place?" answered King Thranduil charmingly. "Lady," was his only word to Amalon.
When it was her time to adress Legolas, the young beauty found herself lost in impossibly blue eyes. She blinked once and focused on the entire face of the Prince.
"My Lord," she finally spoke, "I am sorry to hear that your travels were unpleasant."
"Do not worry, M'lady, for it was worth the trip to lay eyes on a vision of lovliness such as yourself," he replied, all the while holding her eyes with his. While he was speaking he had grasped her hand in his and now he leand in and brushed the back of her hand with his soft, full lips.
Suddenly there was a crash from the kitchen, and the trance was broken. Amalon swiftly snatched her hand from him and broke eye contact. "Thank you, My Lord Legolas. I hope your stay here is pleasant." She spoke quickly and her eyes focused on everything except his face.
At this he simply smiled and bowed to her, before turning and walking away.
~*~*~*~*~*~
Dinner was a fine affair, with regal foods and sparkling drinks. There was so much bustle and conversation that Amalon was able to avoid looking in Legolas' direction. Both Arwen and Eowyn were as curious to know of news in Lorien as Amalon was to know of doings outside her home. Since the wars were now over though, all was quiet and peaceful.
"What news of your search for a husband?" Eowyn nosed.
"No news," Amalon answered swiftly and began to speak on another subject, unconciously revealing to her friends that it was not going well. They exchanged a look before launching themselves back into the conversation with ther companion.
After dinner, the diners relocated to the Ball Room for singing and dancing. At first the young lady of Lorien sat on the sides, but soon she became swept up in the celebration, and found herself dancing with partner after partner. Soon the music of a popular elvish folk dance could be heard, and all other peoples cleared the floor.
As Amalon danced she found herself caught up in the music and was unaware of the extra pair of eyes upon her.
~*~*~*~*~*~
The Prince of Mirkwood was finding it hard to hold a conversation this night, even with his old friend Gimili the dwarf. How had he never noticed her before? The younger lady's beauty was unusual, and her rich auburn hair stood out like a beacon in the night. Gimili's eyes followed his friend's gaze, and he smiled mischeiviously when he realized the cause of Legolas' distraction.
"If you like her so much, why not ask the lady to dance?" asked the dwarf in his usual blunt manner.
After a moment's contemplation Legolas answered. "Yes, my friend," replied the handsome elf, "I believe that I will do just that."
~*~*~*~*~*~
When the dance ended, Amalon had left the floor and taken a seat between Eowyn and Arwen, who had also danced a number of dances, both with their husbands. The three had again launched themselves into animated conversation when a shadow fell across Amalon. She looked up in surprise to see the one person that she had been trying to avoid all night standing before her.
"Prince Legolas," she acknowledged politely, still feeling shy due to their encounter earlier.
"I would request a dance with thee, Lady, if you would," he stated regally.
"But of course My Lord, for how could a lady resist such a charming inquiry?" Amalon responded.
The Prince stretched his strong hand out to her and she placed her dainty one into it. At first they danced awkwardly, but eventually they began to move in step with one another and Amalon found herself enjoying Legolas' company. He spoke easily and joked often.
As they danced the night away Legolas told her of his home in Mirkwood, and of the people there both family and friend. He spoke of his father's constant search to find him a wife, to which Amalon smiled sympathetically but said nothing. He then told of his mother's birthday party and gave a humerous account of the 'Great Cake Disaster' in which a food fight was started and everything, guests included, had become covered in frosty white icing. This left the lady breathless with laughter.
Legolas was also enjoying himself immensly. Though her comments were few, they were always sharp witted and often led to laughter from both of the dance partners. Occasionally he would catch her shining violet eyes in his in his and hold them there, but she would then smile shyly, becomingly, and turn her orbs elsewhere.
Before the pair was aware, the end of the night was upon them and Prince Legolas had to take leave of his new aquaintance, but not before the promise of another meeting.
~*~*~*~*~*~
Later that night, after all attendants had been shown to their quarters, Amalon sat before her mirror brushing her rich locks and thinking of the charming Prince of Mirkwood.
At first he had made her uneasy with his intense blue eyes, but after their first dance she felt as though they had been familliar her entire life. Standing she swiftly shed her gown in exchange for her silk chemise that lay at her bedside and climed beween her fresh sheets.
When slumber finally claimed her, Legolas' laughing mind was still darting through her exhausted thoughts.
~*~*~*~*~*~
Done!!! U Like? R&R!!!
Later Days, Dawnwalker.