Even before the end of the council, word was sent throughout Rivendell that
there would be a Nissalos, or elven dance rite. Donparamwen, who was the
ancient sister of Luinerothiel of the East, looked over and arranged feasts
and ceremonies in Rivendell. Alnein walked quickly through the passageway
from Donparamwen's apartments, having been called to be one of the eight
maiden dancers for that evening. Lisaine was just returning from the
streams where she had bathed, when she saw Alnein approach. In her arms
Lisaine carried a small armload of apple wood meant for her friend's room.
This she sometimes gave to Alnein on the chillier autumn nights. Although
the elf was never really cold, she always accepted the gifts with
gratitude. Lisaine greeted her, but Alnein looked troubled and seemed
anxious.
"What news," Lisaine asked, "Why do you look so graven?"
Alnein shook her head, walking quickly along the path. Lisaine had to walk quickly to keep up with Alnein.
"There is talk of war. I have heard the fair city of Isodor is coming under attack by minions of the Dark Lord. Never before have they dared journey so far as this." Alnein stopped short, and turned to look at Lisaine.
"The city is naught but a few leagues from Rivendell, and there are many elves that live in the forests there. I fear for their safety."
Lisaine, becoming concerned, studied Alnein's serious expression.
"That is sad news indeed, my friend. But is it certain? Is Lord Elrond certain?" Alnein slowly nodded.
"Yes," said Alnein, "I have been asked to participate in the Nissalos tonight. That can only mean one thing."
"The elven rite of war," Lisaine said softly, "The Nissalos is a ceremony to honor the elven lords before they lead an army to war, is it not?" Alnein began to walk again, and she climbed the ancient stone stairway leading to her home. Lisaine followed, saying nothing more. The two maids entered Alnein's chambers and Alnein closed the door. Lisaine seemed puzzled by this. Alnein seldom closed her doors. Outside, the galloping of horses and voices could be heard, but neither paid attention to what was being said. Alnein walked over to the window and looked below. All was soon quiet again, and when their privacy was assured, she spoke again.
"I do not know if a war is certain, but the gathering of great warriors, the Nissalos, and Mithrandir's arrival this morning. Yes. Yes. War is come to Imladris."
Lisaine was surprised, almost startled.
"Mithrandir!! Is Gandalf the Grey come to Rivendell then??"
"Yes," Alnein replied, "You have heard of him, I can see it in your face."
"He was friend to my father," Lisaine replied, "But it has been many years since we spoke. Alas, he will be grieved to know my father...." her voice trailed off.
Alnein pitied Lisaine. For Lisaine's short years, the deep cut of her father's death was still fresh. The grievous loss of her home and kingdom was still stinging. Indeed, Lisaine could barely speak of her father without languishing despair in her voice. Alnein though, had never really known who her family was. She had come to Mirkwood at a young age and stayed with Morsangaien, mother to Kerrinais. Although Kerrinais spent most of his youth elsewhere, Alnein and he became inseparable over the passing years. Her thoughts drifted back to happier days when she and Kerrinais would go hunting in the woods. He taught her well in use of bow and sword, until she left Mirkwood at last to seek out her birthmother. Alnein's mother, it was rumored, dwelled in the woods near the edge of Isodor, but Alnein never found her. After years of failure, her quest took her then to Rivendell, where it was told a vast gathering of elves would someday depart, and many elves that were previously living in secret would then reappear.
Alnein had always hoped to find her mother here, but time and dismay had taken their toll, and now Alnein had all but given up hope. Alnein often looked upon her friend as almost a younger version of herself, when she was vibrant and full of spirit. And she pitied Lisaine for her harsh loss, and the losses yet to come. Now to see Kerrinais in Rivendell was a bittersweet reunion. Kerrinais would be leaving soon, and these might be her last glimpses of him. Lisaine did not yet comprehend the reason for Legolas and Kerrinais's journey to Rivendell, only that they were there. But Alnein knew that the elves did nothing without purpose, and their journey foretold of some grimmer future for all of them. Alnein moved closer to Lisaine, who had turned away to gaze out the window.
"Perhaps Mithrandir knows now," said Alnein, "But if you have not seen him, it may be he does not know you are here."
"Perhaps..." Lisaine replied still looking out the window, "So it is not enough that the evil one's orcs have plundered all the fair cities of the Anduin? They must now destroy all that is good in the mountains as well?"
"The elven army will halt Rakal and his destruction," said Alnein. Lisaine spun her head around and a deathly ashen pall had covered her face. She leaned against the stone window to support herself.
"Rakal," Lisaine whispered shuddering, "Grievous is this news, Alnein. I fear for all the elves."
"The strength and goodness of the elven warriors can conquer any of Sauron's creatures," Alnein said in a hushed whisper, as if afraid to speak the Dark Lord's name any louder. Lisaine came up close to the elf maiden and looked at her closely.
"You have not yet seen Rakal's work firsthand Alnein, but I have. The strength and goodness of the elves will not protect them. It will not be enough. Alas, how can the elves prevail against such a foe?" Alnein seemed to quail at her words, but said nothing. The elf wandered across the room, and then stopped to gaze out her window next to Lisaine. The sun was setting and the gathering would begin soon. She felt an urgency to end their conversation and prepare, but delicacy was required. She could not simply ask the princess to leave.
"I can see by your face you've not told me everything," Lisaine said slowly, "What is it?"
"I fear to tell you," Alnein said sadly, "We, both of us have endured a great deal, and this war seems bent on parting us from those that we both cherish." Lisaine's eyes betrayed a sudden and great concern, and as she hurriedly came to where Alnein was standing, all manner of grievous thoughts springing to her mind. Did she mean that Alnein would be returning to Mirkwood and leave her alone in Rivendell? Lisaine shuddered.
"What do you mean??" Lisaine said with an urgent, almost wild tone of voice.
"I have found out that Legolas and Kerrinais are to be at the Nissalos this night. That can mean only one thing. They will be leaving to go fight Rakal at Isodor." Lisaine stepped backwards and slowly sat on the edge of Alnein's bed, sinking into the soft coverlet. The princess turned her head away, a small tear streamed down her cheek. She quickly brushed it aside, pretending as though she were brushing a lock of hair from her face. Lisaine had tried not to show her grief at the news, but it was too evident. Alnein sat beside her. For a few moments, the two said nothing. Lisaine struggled to control herself, refusing to look away from the wall. Alnein heaved a great sigh.
"I know of your love for Legolas," Alnein said at last. Lisaine seemed surprised to hear it spoken openly, and she jerked her head around to gaze at the elf. At last Lisaine lowered her head, as if she was resigned to admit what she, herself, was fighting to conquer. In the royal house of Gillindon, she had been well taught to conceal her thoughts and feelings. But the elves could tell another's mind simply by looking into one's eyes, and there was no truth that could not be revealed if the onlooker wished it.
"One never intends to love," Lisaine said painfully, her voice trailed off as if in a trance. At last she realized that Alnein was waiting for her to finish her sentence, a confused look growing on her face. Jogged back to the present, Lisaine continued,
"Time and place mean nothing to it. You can live a lifetime happily without it, and then one day it stands before you and you cannot close your door to it. I had hoped to hide this one thing from the all-seeing elves. Something to keep to myself without such a revelation to others."
"And you have done well," Alnein soothed, "None but I have seen it, for surely my brother Kerrinais would have said something to me, if indeed he knew. And I only see it because you wish me to see it. We know each other's secrets through our own pain and sacrifice. You can tell my mind without words, because we are akin to sisters. And that is a very elvish thing, Nevariel. I understand your feelings, for surely Legolas is the fairest of his kind in all of Mirkwood. But I caution you, my sister. He is a solemn being, ancient in his ways, and serious in all his endeavors. His heart is as a fresh snow upon the grasslands, pure and untouched, and he would keep it that way. He feels deeply for all things that touch his mind and he knows, as do all the elves, for one to break such a pure heart would mean his own destruction."
Lisaine gazed at her and nodded sadly. She spoke now as if a weight had been lifted from her.
"I have never seen his equal, Alnein. The first moment I set eyes on him, the sun seemed to set around his noble head, and the light shown about him in unparalleled glory. I was blinded by his very stare. At that moment I was his, and ever will be. I am not deluded in my mind regarding him. Never since fair Luthien gave her love to Beren has an elf sought to love a mortal. You have naught to fear except I should die of my own broken heart. Because now, I will never lay eyes on him again, ere he rides valiantly to an assailant against whom there is no victory." Lisaine began to cry again, unable to control her feelings. Alnein said nothing, but brushed Lisaine's hair with her slender fingers.
"Fear not of your love, Nevariel. Have some peace. All of the elven folk are the greatest of warriors, deadly with bow and knife. Rakal will not step lightly into the magic woods unseen as he might wish. He will not come to destroy a place with naught but helpless mortal women and children as in the valley. I wish I might help thee, my sister. Would that I could heal your heart a little, I would. You have already seen too much grief with the loss of thy family, and even thy royal standing. Overwhelming is this news, but you would know it when the elf captains ride forth in but two days. It is better if you prepare yourself for his loss." Lisaine gazed at Alnein, and stood up, pacing the floor, wiping her reddened cheeks with the back of her hand.
"I have not lost my royal standing, my friend," Lisaine said bending her head, "I am still a princess of Irwindal, even if I should be the last mortal to know it. You say you would help me heal my heart of Legolas, then help me now. Let me glimpse of him one last time ere he rides away forever. Let me take your place at the Nissalos this night." Alnein sat back a bit on the large bed. Her obvious surprise at the request should have been enough to inform Lisaine that it was not possible. Yet, Lisaine stood before Alnein, her eyes searching for some bit of compliance in her stare, but Alnein only returned disappointment.
"You don't know what you ask," said Alnein at last, "The steps are exacting and Donparamwen has already made the choice. I cannot relinquish the task to another." Lisaine fell to her knees in front of Alnein and took the elf maiden's hands in hers.
"I beseech you! I know the dance well. Have I not attended the elves as a servant in all ceremonies, aside from the sacred Neolowyn? Let me use your martsennas veil to hide my face. None would hear my voice, for no words are spoken. Not even the keen eyes of Legolas will know me!"
It pained Alnein to see the grief in Lisaine's expression, but it seemed an impossible favor. Alnein listened to a renewed charge of horses riding by. The sound faded, and her attentions turned once again to Lisaine. The princess's grief was more than Alnein could bear.
"If you are discovered, there will be a reckoning," said Alnein in a more serious tone of voice, "We would both be banned forever from further ceremonies by Donparamwen, and Lord Elrond would demand to know the reasons for your presence. Then your feelings would be made known to him. I do not doubt that he would be swayed to sympathy for thy cause, Lisaine, for all the elves are a source of beauty and wonder to mortal beings, and the great and wise Lord Elrond understands this. But from what I have seen of Legolas, he does not share your feelings, and for this to be laid bare in front of him, as I fear it would, then he would disavow and reject you all the more. I fear not for myself Nevariel, but you have much to lose."
"For this risk I would face a thousand reproaches, but I will see that it shall not come to that. If I were to incur the wrath of Legolas I would choose the wiser course and not risk it. And I would not forsake thy standing here for myself, Alnein. If I were not sure I could dance the Nissalos as an elf and without fault, I would not ask it of thee. If there were another way I might see Legolas before he leaves, tell me now, so that I may abandon my request." Alnein shook her head.
"I do not think there will be opportunity to see Legolas or Kerrinais now. They busy themselves with preparations of war and are never alone. There is no other way that I can see, unless you were to seek him out and walk up to him amongst a gathering of elves, and that would most certainly be frowned upon." A pall of despair seemed to cross over Lisaine's face, and she sat back on the floor, covering her face with her tiny hands. Alnein studied her friend from her seat on the bed. She had hoped to prepare Lisaine for Legolas's departure, but had in fact, only made matters worse for the girl.
Without another word, the elf maid quietly stood up and walked gracefully over to a fine wooden trunk, with silver hinges in sprawling leaf like designs over its heavy lid. It creaked softly when she opened it. Reaching inside, the elf pulled out a carefully wrapped package. She took it over to the bed, and placed it down gently. Alnein unwrapped the thin linen to reveal a sparkling gray and brown gown, lined all over with deep red garnets and shimmering pearls. The rounded neckline was sprinkled with gleaming gems falling in intricate leaf designs throughout the bodice. The sleeves were long and flowing, almost floor-length, with the same complex elven designs as the skirts. Alnein stood, admiring the fine gown for a moment.
"Come see this," Alnein smiled proudly, "Come and see the handiwork of the elves."
Even before Lisaine knew what her friend was holding, the glimmer of the jewels caught her eyes, and her mood was lifted. It had been a long time since she had seen cloth so brilliantly constructed, with every movement, light danced off the material. Lisaine stood up and stepped closer to the bed. Alnein turned towards her. She gently placed the gown in Lisaine's hands and the princess felt it's weight pull down on her arms.
"The beadwork is heavy on this gown," Alnein said, "But this is what you must wear to the ceremony, if you will go." Lisaine stared in utter shock and amazement. For fully five minutes she could not speak, but tenderly clutched the shimmering fabric in her hands. Alnein gave at her an assuring look.
"Your rank and devotion have elevated you to the position of Nissalos this night, dearest friend. I do not see why a royal princess of Irwindal cannot dance for the prince of Mirkwood." Lisaine wrapped her arms around Alnein's neck and hugged her, though the elf did not reciprocate. Elves seldom hugged one another. Such overt displays were uncomfortable for the normally private elven people. Generally speaking, a touch on the hand or arm communicated solemn feelings. Hugging was more of a mortal custom, but Alnein did not push her away. However, when Lisaine released her, she was relieved. In her excitement, Lisaine did not notice the breach of etiquette. Then she returned her attentions to the Nissalos gown that Alnein had presented to her. She looked at the delicate material, and marveled at how it could hold up under the immense burden of the gemstones.
"It's so beautiful," Lisaine said in a hushed voice, scrutinizing the fine beadwork.
"It was made gift to me long ago...by my adoptive mother. She also was a Rivendell elf, though she came at length to live under King Thranduil's rule. She bade me wear it, should I come to this fair city, for she knew well the traditions and obligations here. Since that time, I have acquired two other Nissalos gowns, as you can see, but this one is my most beloved. It was my first gown and one given to me by my mother's family. Now I give it to you." Lisaine breathed a small gasp, and thought to refuse such a gift, but she knew the determination of will in Alnein, and did not want to offend her. Clutching the gown to her chest, Lisaine bowed low before Alnein.
"I am eternally in your debt, Alnein. Thy friendship to me is truly remarkable."
Alnein laughed, and bent down to pluck another package from the ancient wooden chest.
"There is one more thing, Nevariel. You will need this most of all."
Instead of unwrapping it, she simply handed it to Lisaine. After carefully placing the gown on the bed, Lisaine gingerly held the package and peeled back each piece of linen, until at last, it revealed a sparkling martsennas veil. The veil was made of the same fine and light material as the gown, with alternating garnets and pearls dripping from the fringes. The material seemed almost thinly opaque, yet when Lisaine held it up to the light from the window, neither tree nor stone nor sky could be seen. Alnein smiled slyly, and gently turned the cloth about to reveal an even lighter material on the other side, and suddenly Lisaine could see the entire breadth and width of the window, and beyond. She looked through the veil at all angles, in awe of the fine weave and texture.
"None will see thy face," Alnein smiled, "But it may afford you a better view. There is no finer gown or veil in all of Rivendell, and in wearing this, know now that all eyes may be thrust upon you. For you will be fairer and shine more brightly this evening than any other Nissa. This veil matches the gown in every detail and the two must not be parted, therefore this also is yours."
"Alnein," Lisaine said at last, laying the veil beside the gown, "These gifts are richer than my own royal trousseau. If I have anything to give in return, name thy desire and it shall be yours." Alnein took Lisaine's hand in her own and clenched it for an instant.
"The elven folk do not desire of worldly goods...rather, they take pleasure and share in all things beautiful, and few have their own tokens that they keep. If in all else we are the same, then this shall be our one difference. I see reluctance in your eyes to accept these gifts because you feel you have nothing in comparison to give me in return, but put your heart to rest. I have no daughter or family to pass them to, and would take great pleasure in seeing you wear them in pride. Therefore, feel no obligation to return a like token to me, but rather take this opportunity I give to you now and use it well, for there is no small danger in your undertaking. You will bring yourself closer to Lord Legolas than ever before. Tonight you must be as the woodland folk. To be anything less would have the gravest of consequences. Now, you must prepare yourself in my room here, and leave with the martsennas veil in place. If anyone sees you, they will think you are me."
So it was agreed that Lisaine would prepare for the Nissalos in Alnein's chamber. Removing her own brown and gray dress, Lisaiane slipped the Nissalos gown over her head. No drawstrings or clasps were needed, but rather the gown seemed to conform exactly to Lisaine's figure as she pulled it over her head, and it seemed to tighten around her. Lisaine marveled at how well it fit, but Alnein only smiled with approval. The princess wondered if there were some elven magic in the dress that bade it fit its wearer, or perhaps it was just that she and Alnein were similar in stature. Lisaine then brushed her long flowing hair next to the fireplace, a practice she had engaged in since she was a little girl. She loved the smell of apple wood rising from the small blaze, and little billows of smoke curled around the strands of her soft brown hair. Alnein helped Lisaine with the required braiding according to that of the Rivendell Nissalos elf maidens. Eight small hair braids crowned the top of Lisaine's head in an arc, then each was secured with a single garnet bead, then two braids were brought together and secured in the same manner, so that there were then 4 braids. Then 2. This was continued until there was one braid finally at the back of the head. This signified the 8 Nissalos maids coming together to dance as one. Next, Alnein laid the martsennas veil over Lisaine's head. Taking her own fine silver barrette, heavily laden with pearls and green stones, Alnein secured the veil to Lisaine's head, and then stood back to admire her. Lisaine stood tall, her shoulders held back, her hands lightly clasped. With each breath, the gown sparkled and glimmered and reflected light to all recesses of the room. Alnein nodded her head, as the faint sounds of elven singing rose up over the treetops, and she knew that it was time for Lisaine to go.
"None will look upon you this night and not be affected," smiled Alnein, "You are truly a comely sight to behold. You must go now; it is time. Speak no word to anyone, and return here swiftly after." Lisaine nodded, and having bowed once more before Alnein in thanks, walked gracefully out the door and down the stairwell.
At the bottom of the stairs, Lisaine reached the great stone archway that led to the main courtyard. Looking to the left and right, Lisaine could see a bustle of elves hurrying about the main square. Suddenly, her heart quickened, and she stood there motionless. Coming from the direction of the forge, were Legolas and Kerrinais. They paid no attention to anything around them, but were heading to the spacious landing that hovered above the falls, where most of the councils and ceremonies took place. They were 40 feet away, yet Lisaine suddenly felt stricken watching him walk ever closer. She wondered at his conversation with Kerrinais, and studied his serious expression, his mouth and then his eyes. She longed to run up to him and beg him not to leave for Isodor, but she dared not move. Almost without knowing it, the effusion of emotion that poured forth from her mind almost overwhelmed her, and then it snapped back abruptly as Legolas blinked his eyes suddenly and stopped in his tracks. He turned his head and looked directly at her as though she had attempted to read his thoughts against his will. Lisaine took a step backwards into the shadowed recesses of the doorway, terrified. Looking over Legolas's shoulder, Kerrinais whispered something. Legolas replied in elvish, his eyes not leaving the doorway. Then the two began walking again, and soon disappeared in the direction of the pavilion. Lisaine leaned against the thick stone wall for support, and thought momentarily to give up her endeavor. She considered that it was not too late to return to Alnein's room.
"I cannot do this with fear gripping my mind," she said to herself, "He reads my very thoughts. I must lay down my weaknesses and be strong." The plaintive songs of the elf rites once again pierced her ears, and Lisaine walked with renewed resolve across the courtyard to the stairs. She looked up to the very top where Donparamwen stood with her eyes closed, chanting elven verse. Another Nissalos was already near the top, and stopped momentarily to bow to Donparamwen. She then continued into the Lostrom, a gathering place for elf maidens awaiting the beginnings of ceremonies. In the past, Lisaine had always come to the landing from a different direction, being an unveiled servant, but now she must ascend the sacred staircase as a Nissalos, and must go in full view of everyone. For a second, her eyes settled on the flame of the roaring fire in the main fire pit. The elven lords were already assembled and sitting on the stone floor, legs crossed, facing the fire in the cool of the evening. Servants were busily placing platters of Lembas, fruits, nuts, and meats next to the elf lords as they talked.
Silently, she counted the line until her eyes fell to Legolas. The whole scene reminded Lisaine of her father's vast hall, where he would hold large feasts, and visiting lords and dignitaries would converse while dinners of venison and pheasants were placed on the long, main table. Torches would blaze forth, jutting from the thick stone walls of the room. Thirty feet high, banners from all the neighboring kingdoms, hung in honor from the peaks of the arched ceiling. Pursing her lips, Lisaine ascended the steps, hesitating only to bow to Donparamwen, who was still chanting in elvish. Then Lisaine passed by and stepped lightly in the direction of the Lostrom, where she could see the other Nissalos elf maids waiting. She meekly fell into the line of waiting maidens, her hands clasped in front of her, and stood silent. She found herself the fifth maid out of eight. None of the elves spoke as they waited, and Lisaine was grateful for this. All of the elf maids wore fine elven gowns of brown and gray, but not all were alike. Some were arrayed with brightly colored green stones, while others were only weaved with fine silver threads in intricate patterns.
Donparamwen stepped inside the doorway, and whispered to each maiden in the line. Two switched places, and waited patiently. When the ancient elf approached Lisaine, she stopped. Not wanting to look directly at the elf, Lisaine gazed down and pretended to brush away a spec of dust from her dress. At that exact moment, another maiden appeared, bowing to the elf. This momentarily diverted Donparamwen's attention. When Donparamwen re- focused herself, whatever discourse she had intended was now gone. She simply said,
"Alnienwen. You shall dance fifth this night. For Legolas, son of Thranduil."
Lisaine simply nodded. Donparamwen continued down the line, and the final maids arrived. Lisaine shivered. This was most unexpected to the girl. She merely thought she would dance and be able to catch fleeting glimpses of Legolas, not to dance for him alone. But she quelled her reservations quickly. There was nothing she could do now but go through with her plan. All eight were now finally assembled. Somewhere beyond the platform, a lute began to play and the low resonance of a drum began. Then, as though they were one, all eight stepped forward at once, in perfect synchronization and made their way through the archway towards the platform.
Legolas was enjoying himself. Although his disposition was generally of a serious nature, he was allowing himself this small bit of freedom to enjoy a meal and discuss the more carefree life of Mirkwood with Kerrinais. Both he and Kerrinais had been thrust into the battle at Euphratas, and now they were about to battle for the security of Isodor. There had been little time in between for relaxing, and although the feast that night was of a more solemn nature, Legolas felt almost lighthearted sitting by the firelight, listening to the low, musical sounds of the ceremony beginning. The beginnings of fall were upon them, and the chill of the night air seemed not to sway the atmosphere. Legolas looked up at a huge tree hovering over them in wonder, and the abundance of stars in the moonlit sky beyond. As small gusts of wind came and went, leaves would gently fall about them, like a light snow. Biting into a grape, Kerrinais leaned over to Legolas and gently tapped his shoulder, and jarred from his daydreaming. Legolas turned his attentions to the line of elf maids approaching the landing. They all stepped in faultless unison, almost sideways, always facing the elven lords.
"Here they come," he said in a low voice nudging him, "Now you may see your handsome elf maid again. Look! There she is! Bedecked in fair garnets and pearls. She is the fifth maiden in the Nissalos line. That is the one you saw in the square. I told you she would be the one that danced for you, did I not? Donparamwen has chosen her well!"
Legolas said nothing, but gazed at the entire scene now before him. Indeed, all eating and talking had ceased abruptly, as the very presence of the maidens commanded their full attention. Gently swaying, and stepping forward and back again, the maidens performed, and Legolas watched the Nissalos maid before him, almost entranced by the sparkle of her gown in the darkness, between him and the warming fire. Then the maids suddenly stopped, and took two steps forward. All knelt before the elven lords, one maid in front of each, and they waited. As Lisaine paused before Legolas, he could now fully appreciate her from up close. He studied the fine details of her veil, watching it tremble as she breathed, knowing that she was staring directly at him even though he could not see her face. A new, more melancholy music struck up from the lute, and the maid now continued her graceful movements on her knees, swaying back and forth, creating elven symbols of honor and devotion with her hands.
He sat unmoving, his mouth slightly ajar, and he could not look away from the weight of her stare. A song from far away seemed to reach his ears, but it wasn't clear, a song of longing and desire. And in one, unlooked for move, Lisaine leaned in towards him while she moved to the music until her face was mere inches from his. He could almost feel her breath on him through the thinness of her veil, but neither could he see her eyes or mouth or any feature of her face. He fancied reaching out a single hand and gently pulling off her veil. It would be a simple action to do yet what would be the consequences? He thought he must be careful and not provoke her anger by his touch in this sacred place. He felt the same confusion in her presence now as when he first saw her hiding in the shadows of the ancient square. The desire to see her face, her eyes, which were so hidden from him, was almost overwhelming to Legolas. He thought to himself,
"Yes, I shall discover her identity and sing to her in the forest. She would not be here if she were betrothed to another. We are of similar minds. I can feel her very spirit inside myself, but I must be careful in my approach."
He remained still, and did not back away, almost daring her to move even closer, but she did not. Beguiled by the moment was Legolas, as if he had fallen under a spell. Then the maids stood gracefully up, their arms held above their bowed heads, and they filed away. The roaring fire once again came into Legolas's view, and he stared at it, shocked back to the present. He turned his head and watched the remaining Nissalos maids disappear down the path. Their arms were still raised and the lute continued to play. All at once, Legolas realized he had been holding his breath, but for how long he did not know. The sudden need for air took his attentions and he inhaled deeply. The sweet smell of apple wood and the forest came rushing in on him, and he closed his eyes to savor it.
Entering the Lostrom one last time, Lisaine walked with some effort to a bench at the far end of the room and sat down. Beads of sweat trickled down her temple, and she struggled to sit straight, feeling faint. The weight of the gown seemed to drag down her very body, in its shimmering beauty, and she longed to once again dress in her plain and lightweight elven robes. She knew she had performed the ceremony faultlessly and without incident, yet Lisaine was unnerved and exhausted. Being so close to Legolas had affected her in a way that she hadn't anticipated, and she fought to regain her composure. Their eyes had locked and somehow he was looking directly at her and through her, and she was unable to break away from him. Another Nissalos, Aduhothien, suddenly noticed her in the corner and walked over to her.
"Are you quite well?" she inquired. Lisaine said nothing, but waved her arm and nodded, while she rose and brushed past her towards the door. In the doorway, Lisaine looked up once again at the continuing feast. Lord Elrond was now standing, addressing the elven Lords, and all eyes were focused upon him and his discourse. Making her way by two other Nissalos dancers, who were lazily strolling in the same direction, Lisaine stopped only to bow once more before Donparamwen, who in turn, nodded her head, before she hastily sped down the steps and into the night.
Alnein sat in a large chair before the fire, sewing beads onto a gown, when she heard the distinct sounds of footsteps coming up to her room. Lisaine walked quickly through the door and shut it behind her, and Alnein sensed the tenseness of Lisaine's demeanor. Helping her take off the veil, Alnein now saw the full burden of stress in her friend's eyes.
"I have chosen wisely this night." said Alnein, "The influence of Legolas I can see clearly on your face. If you felt other than you have said, you would not be so affected by him. Do you need to sit awhile?"
Lisaine shook her head.
"I was only...frightened by it all," she breathed, "I shall never forget his eyes. His gaze was so unsettling, yet I yearned for it. I never thought he recognized me, yet he stared straight at me." Alnein grinned while helping her undress. Once Lisaine had changed clothes, Alnein carefully folded the beaded gown and veil in the delicate linen wrapping, and presented them to Lisaine.
"Let this gown be a glad reminder to you of what you and Legolas have shared tonight."
Lisaine gingerly took the gown and veil, pressing her fingers slightly into the linen, said good night to her companion and left to return to her own room. Walking along the darkened pathway through the main square that led to her bedchamber, Lisaine felt utterly exhausted. Each time someone ran by, she looked up, as if half expecting to see Legolas again, but they did not meet. Behind her, she could still hear the vague conversation of the elven lords on the pavilion. Finally, Lisaine trudged into her room, closing the door behind her. The fire was almost spent now, only a few smoldering red embers remained. Suddenly feeling chilled, Lisaine thought to throw some apple branches onto the fire, but decided against it. She was too tired. Walking over to the table, she set down her precious package and then fell onto the bed. Almost instantly she drifted off to sleep.
"What news," Lisaine asked, "Why do you look so graven?"
Alnein shook her head, walking quickly along the path. Lisaine had to walk quickly to keep up with Alnein.
"There is talk of war. I have heard the fair city of Isodor is coming under attack by minions of the Dark Lord. Never before have they dared journey so far as this." Alnein stopped short, and turned to look at Lisaine.
"The city is naught but a few leagues from Rivendell, and there are many elves that live in the forests there. I fear for their safety."
Lisaine, becoming concerned, studied Alnein's serious expression.
"That is sad news indeed, my friend. But is it certain? Is Lord Elrond certain?" Alnein slowly nodded.
"Yes," said Alnein, "I have been asked to participate in the Nissalos tonight. That can only mean one thing."
"The elven rite of war," Lisaine said softly, "The Nissalos is a ceremony to honor the elven lords before they lead an army to war, is it not?" Alnein began to walk again, and she climbed the ancient stone stairway leading to her home. Lisaine followed, saying nothing more. The two maids entered Alnein's chambers and Alnein closed the door. Lisaine seemed puzzled by this. Alnein seldom closed her doors. Outside, the galloping of horses and voices could be heard, but neither paid attention to what was being said. Alnein walked over to the window and looked below. All was soon quiet again, and when their privacy was assured, she spoke again.
"I do not know if a war is certain, but the gathering of great warriors, the Nissalos, and Mithrandir's arrival this morning. Yes. Yes. War is come to Imladris."
Lisaine was surprised, almost startled.
"Mithrandir!! Is Gandalf the Grey come to Rivendell then??"
"Yes," Alnein replied, "You have heard of him, I can see it in your face."
"He was friend to my father," Lisaine replied, "But it has been many years since we spoke. Alas, he will be grieved to know my father...." her voice trailed off.
Alnein pitied Lisaine. For Lisaine's short years, the deep cut of her father's death was still fresh. The grievous loss of her home and kingdom was still stinging. Indeed, Lisaine could barely speak of her father without languishing despair in her voice. Alnein though, had never really known who her family was. She had come to Mirkwood at a young age and stayed with Morsangaien, mother to Kerrinais. Although Kerrinais spent most of his youth elsewhere, Alnein and he became inseparable over the passing years. Her thoughts drifted back to happier days when she and Kerrinais would go hunting in the woods. He taught her well in use of bow and sword, until she left Mirkwood at last to seek out her birthmother. Alnein's mother, it was rumored, dwelled in the woods near the edge of Isodor, but Alnein never found her. After years of failure, her quest took her then to Rivendell, where it was told a vast gathering of elves would someday depart, and many elves that were previously living in secret would then reappear.
Alnein had always hoped to find her mother here, but time and dismay had taken their toll, and now Alnein had all but given up hope. Alnein often looked upon her friend as almost a younger version of herself, when she was vibrant and full of spirit. And she pitied Lisaine for her harsh loss, and the losses yet to come. Now to see Kerrinais in Rivendell was a bittersweet reunion. Kerrinais would be leaving soon, and these might be her last glimpses of him. Lisaine did not yet comprehend the reason for Legolas and Kerrinais's journey to Rivendell, only that they were there. But Alnein knew that the elves did nothing without purpose, and their journey foretold of some grimmer future for all of them. Alnein moved closer to Lisaine, who had turned away to gaze out the window.
"Perhaps Mithrandir knows now," said Alnein, "But if you have not seen him, it may be he does not know you are here."
"Perhaps..." Lisaine replied still looking out the window, "So it is not enough that the evil one's orcs have plundered all the fair cities of the Anduin? They must now destroy all that is good in the mountains as well?"
"The elven army will halt Rakal and his destruction," said Alnein. Lisaine spun her head around and a deathly ashen pall had covered her face. She leaned against the stone window to support herself.
"Rakal," Lisaine whispered shuddering, "Grievous is this news, Alnein. I fear for all the elves."
"The strength and goodness of the elven warriors can conquer any of Sauron's creatures," Alnein said in a hushed whisper, as if afraid to speak the Dark Lord's name any louder. Lisaine came up close to the elf maiden and looked at her closely.
"You have not yet seen Rakal's work firsthand Alnein, but I have. The strength and goodness of the elves will not protect them. It will not be enough. Alas, how can the elves prevail against such a foe?" Alnein seemed to quail at her words, but said nothing. The elf wandered across the room, and then stopped to gaze out her window next to Lisaine. The sun was setting and the gathering would begin soon. She felt an urgency to end their conversation and prepare, but delicacy was required. She could not simply ask the princess to leave.
"I can see by your face you've not told me everything," Lisaine said slowly, "What is it?"
"I fear to tell you," Alnein said sadly, "We, both of us have endured a great deal, and this war seems bent on parting us from those that we both cherish." Lisaine's eyes betrayed a sudden and great concern, and as she hurriedly came to where Alnein was standing, all manner of grievous thoughts springing to her mind. Did she mean that Alnein would be returning to Mirkwood and leave her alone in Rivendell? Lisaine shuddered.
"What do you mean??" Lisaine said with an urgent, almost wild tone of voice.
"I have found out that Legolas and Kerrinais are to be at the Nissalos this night. That can mean only one thing. They will be leaving to go fight Rakal at Isodor." Lisaine stepped backwards and slowly sat on the edge of Alnein's bed, sinking into the soft coverlet. The princess turned her head away, a small tear streamed down her cheek. She quickly brushed it aside, pretending as though she were brushing a lock of hair from her face. Lisaine had tried not to show her grief at the news, but it was too evident. Alnein sat beside her. For a few moments, the two said nothing. Lisaine struggled to control herself, refusing to look away from the wall. Alnein heaved a great sigh.
"I know of your love for Legolas," Alnein said at last. Lisaine seemed surprised to hear it spoken openly, and she jerked her head around to gaze at the elf. At last Lisaine lowered her head, as if she was resigned to admit what she, herself, was fighting to conquer. In the royal house of Gillindon, she had been well taught to conceal her thoughts and feelings. But the elves could tell another's mind simply by looking into one's eyes, and there was no truth that could not be revealed if the onlooker wished it.
"One never intends to love," Lisaine said painfully, her voice trailed off as if in a trance. At last she realized that Alnein was waiting for her to finish her sentence, a confused look growing on her face. Jogged back to the present, Lisaine continued,
"Time and place mean nothing to it. You can live a lifetime happily without it, and then one day it stands before you and you cannot close your door to it. I had hoped to hide this one thing from the all-seeing elves. Something to keep to myself without such a revelation to others."
"And you have done well," Alnein soothed, "None but I have seen it, for surely my brother Kerrinais would have said something to me, if indeed he knew. And I only see it because you wish me to see it. We know each other's secrets through our own pain and sacrifice. You can tell my mind without words, because we are akin to sisters. And that is a very elvish thing, Nevariel. I understand your feelings, for surely Legolas is the fairest of his kind in all of Mirkwood. But I caution you, my sister. He is a solemn being, ancient in his ways, and serious in all his endeavors. His heart is as a fresh snow upon the grasslands, pure and untouched, and he would keep it that way. He feels deeply for all things that touch his mind and he knows, as do all the elves, for one to break such a pure heart would mean his own destruction."
Lisaine gazed at her and nodded sadly. She spoke now as if a weight had been lifted from her.
"I have never seen his equal, Alnein. The first moment I set eyes on him, the sun seemed to set around his noble head, and the light shown about him in unparalleled glory. I was blinded by his very stare. At that moment I was his, and ever will be. I am not deluded in my mind regarding him. Never since fair Luthien gave her love to Beren has an elf sought to love a mortal. You have naught to fear except I should die of my own broken heart. Because now, I will never lay eyes on him again, ere he rides valiantly to an assailant against whom there is no victory." Lisaine began to cry again, unable to control her feelings. Alnein said nothing, but brushed Lisaine's hair with her slender fingers.
"Fear not of your love, Nevariel. Have some peace. All of the elven folk are the greatest of warriors, deadly with bow and knife. Rakal will not step lightly into the magic woods unseen as he might wish. He will not come to destroy a place with naught but helpless mortal women and children as in the valley. I wish I might help thee, my sister. Would that I could heal your heart a little, I would. You have already seen too much grief with the loss of thy family, and even thy royal standing. Overwhelming is this news, but you would know it when the elf captains ride forth in but two days. It is better if you prepare yourself for his loss." Lisaine gazed at Alnein, and stood up, pacing the floor, wiping her reddened cheeks with the back of her hand.
"I have not lost my royal standing, my friend," Lisaine said bending her head, "I am still a princess of Irwindal, even if I should be the last mortal to know it. You say you would help me heal my heart of Legolas, then help me now. Let me glimpse of him one last time ere he rides away forever. Let me take your place at the Nissalos this night." Alnein sat back a bit on the large bed. Her obvious surprise at the request should have been enough to inform Lisaine that it was not possible. Yet, Lisaine stood before Alnein, her eyes searching for some bit of compliance in her stare, but Alnein only returned disappointment.
"You don't know what you ask," said Alnein at last, "The steps are exacting and Donparamwen has already made the choice. I cannot relinquish the task to another." Lisaine fell to her knees in front of Alnein and took the elf maiden's hands in hers.
"I beseech you! I know the dance well. Have I not attended the elves as a servant in all ceremonies, aside from the sacred Neolowyn? Let me use your martsennas veil to hide my face. None would hear my voice, for no words are spoken. Not even the keen eyes of Legolas will know me!"
It pained Alnein to see the grief in Lisaine's expression, but it seemed an impossible favor. Alnein listened to a renewed charge of horses riding by. The sound faded, and her attentions turned once again to Lisaine. The princess's grief was more than Alnein could bear.
"If you are discovered, there will be a reckoning," said Alnein in a more serious tone of voice, "We would both be banned forever from further ceremonies by Donparamwen, and Lord Elrond would demand to know the reasons for your presence. Then your feelings would be made known to him. I do not doubt that he would be swayed to sympathy for thy cause, Lisaine, for all the elves are a source of beauty and wonder to mortal beings, and the great and wise Lord Elrond understands this. But from what I have seen of Legolas, he does not share your feelings, and for this to be laid bare in front of him, as I fear it would, then he would disavow and reject you all the more. I fear not for myself Nevariel, but you have much to lose."
"For this risk I would face a thousand reproaches, but I will see that it shall not come to that. If I were to incur the wrath of Legolas I would choose the wiser course and not risk it. And I would not forsake thy standing here for myself, Alnein. If I were not sure I could dance the Nissalos as an elf and without fault, I would not ask it of thee. If there were another way I might see Legolas before he leaves, tell me now, so that I may abandon my request." Alnein shook her head.
"I do not think there will be opportunity to see Legolas or Kerrinais now. They busy themselves with preparations of war and are never alone. There is no other way that I can see, unless you were to seek him out and walk up to him amongst a gathering of elves, and that would most certainly be frowned upon." A pall of despair seemed to cross over Lisaine's face, and she sat back on the floor, covering her face with her tiny hands. Alnein studied her friend from her seat on the bed. She had hoped to prepare Lisaine for Legolas's departure, but had in fact, only made matters worse for the girl.
Without another word, the elf maid quietly stood up and walked gracefully over to a fine wooden trunk, with silver hinges in sprawling leaf like designs over its heavy lid. It creaked softly when she opened it. Reaching inside, the elf pulled out a carefully wrapped package. She took it over to the bed, and placed it down gently. Alnein unwrapped the thin linen to reveal a sparkling gray and brown gown, lined all over with deep red garnets and shimmering pearls. The rounded neckline was sprinkled with gleaming gems falling in intricate leaf designs throughout the bodice. The sleeves were long and flowing, almost floor-length, with the same complex elven designs as the skirts. Alnein stood, admiring the fine gown for a moment.
"Come see this," Alnein smiled proudly, "Come and see the handiwork of the elves."
Even before Lisaine knew what her friend was holding, the glimmer of the jewels caught her eyes, and her mood was lifted. It had been a long time since she had seen cloth so brilliantly constructed, with every movement, light danced off the material. Lisaine stood up and stepped closer to the bed. Alnein turned towards her. She gently placed the gown in Lisaine's hands and the princess felt it's weight pull down on her arms.
"The beadwork is heavy on this gown," Alnein said, "But this is what you must wear to the ceremony, if you will go." Lisaine stared in utter shock and amazement. For fully five minutes she could not speak, but tenderly clutched the shimmering fabric in her hands. Alnein gave at her an assuring look.
"Your rank and devotion have elevated you to the position of Nissalos this night, dearest friend. I do not see why a royal princess of Irwindal cannot dance for the prince of Mirkwood." Lisaine wrapped her arms around Alnein's neck and hugged her, though the elf did not reciprocate. Elves seldom hugged one another. Such overt displays were uncomfortable for the normally private elven people. Generally speaking, a touch on the hand or arm communicated solemn feelings. Hugging was more of a mortal custom, but Alnein did not push her away. However, when Lisaine released her, she was relieved. In her excitement, Lisaine did not notice the breach of etiquette. Then she returned her attentions to the Nissalos gown that Alnein had presented to her. She looked at the delicate material, and marveled at how it could hold up under the immense burden of the gemstones.
"It's so beautiful," Lisaine said in a hushed voice, scrutinizing the fine beadwork.
"It was made gift to me long ago...by my adoptive mother. She also was a Rivendell elf, though she came at length to live under King Thranduil's rule. She bade me wear it, should I come to this fair city, for she knew well the traditions and obligations here. Since that time, I have acquired two other Nissalos gowns, as you can see, but this one is my most beloved. It was my first gown and one given to me by my mother's family. Now I give it to you." Lisaine breathed a small gasp, and thought to refuse such a gift, but she knew the determination of will in Alnein, and did not want to offend her. Clutching the gown to her chest, Lisaine bowed low before Alnein.
"I am eternally in your debt, Alnein. Thy friendship to me is truly remarkable."
Alnein laughed, and bent down to pluck another package from the ancient wooden chest.
"There is one more thing, Nevariel. You will need this most of all."
Instead of unwrapping it, she simply handed it to Lisaine. After carefully placing the gown on the bed, Lisaine gingerly held the package and peeled back each piece of linen, until at last, it revealed a sparkling martsennas veil. The veil was made of the same fine and light material as the gown, with alternating garnets and pearls dripping from the fringes. The material seemed almost thinly opaque, yet when Lisaine held it up to the light from the window, neither tree nor stone nor sky could be seen. Alnein smiled slyly, and gently turned the cloth about to reveal an even lighter material on the other side, and suddenly Lisaine could see the entire breadth and width of the window, and beyond. She looked through the veil at all angles, in awe of the fine weave and texture.
"None will see thy face," Alnein smiled, "But it may afford you a better view. There is no finer gown or veil in all of Rivendell, and in wearing this, know now that all eyes may be thrust upon you. For you will be fairer and shine more brightly this evening than any other Nissa. This veil matches the gown in every detail and the two must not be parted, therefore this also is yours."
"Alnein," Lisaine said at last, laying the veil beside the gown, "These gifts are richer than my own royal trousseau. If I have anything to give in return, name thy desire and it shall be yours." Alnein took Lisaine's hand in her own and clenched it for an instant.
"The elven folk do not desire of worldly goods...rather, they take pleasure and share in all things beautiful, and few have their own tokens that they keep. If in all else we are the same, then this shall be our one difference. I see reluctance in your eyes to accept these gifts because you feel you have nothing in comparison to give me in return, but put your heart to rest. I have no daughter or family to pass them to, and would take great pleasure in seeing you wear them in pride. Therefore, feel no obligation to return a like token to me, but rather take this opportunity I give to you now and use it well, for there is no small danger in your undertaking. You will bring yourself closer to Lord Legolas than ever before. Tonight you must be as the woodland folk. To be anything less would have the gravest of consequences. Now, you must prepare yourself in my room here, and leave with the martsennas veil in place. If anyone sees you, they will think you are me."
So it was agreed that Lisaine would prepare for the Nissalos in Alnein's chamber. Removing her own brown and gray dress, Lisaiane slipped the Nissalos gown over her head. No drawstrings or clasps were needed, but rather the gown seemed to conform exactly to Lisaine's figure as she pulled it over her head, and it seemed to tighten around her. Lisaine marveled at how well it fit, but Alnein only smiled with approval. The princess wondered if there were some elven magic in the dress that bade it fit its wearer, or perhaps it was just that she and Alnein were similar in stature. Lisaine then brushed her long flowing hair next to the fireplace, a practice she had engaged in since she was a little girl. She loved the smell of apple wood rising from the small blaze, and little billows of smoke curled around the strands of her soft brown hair. Alnein helped Lisaine with the required braiding according to that of the Rivendell Nissalos elf maidens. Eight small hair braids crowned the top of Lisaine's head in an arc, then each was secured with a single garnet bead, then two braids were brought together and secured in the same manner, so that there were then 4 braids. Then 2. This was continued until there was one braid finally at the back of the head. This signified the 8 Nissalos maids coming together to dance as one. Next, Alnein laid the martsennas veil over Lisaine's head. Taking her own fine silver barrette, heavily laden with pearls and green stones, Alnein secured the veil to Lisaine's head, and then stood back to admire her. Lisaine stood tall, her shoulders held back, her hands lightly clasped. With each breath, the gown sparkled and glimmered and reflected light to all recesses of the room. Alnein nodded her head, as the faint sounds of elven singing rose up over the treetops, and she knew that it was time for Lisaine to go.
"None will look upon you this night and not be affected," smiled Alnein, "You are truly a comely sight to behold. You must go now; it is time. Speak no word to anyone, and return here swiftly after." Lisaine nodded, and having bowed once more before Alnein in thanks, walked gracefully out the door and down the stairwell.
At the bottom of the stairs, Lisaine reached the great stone archway that led to the main courtyard. Looking to the left and right, Lisaine could see a bustle of elves hurrying about the main square. Suddenly, her heart quickened, and she stood there motionless. Coming from the direction of the forge, were Legolas and Kerrinais. They paid no attention to anything around them, but were heading to the spacious landing that hovered above the falls, where most of the councils and ceremonies took place. They were 40 feet away, yet Lisaine suddenly felt stricken watching him walk ever closer. She wondered at his conversation with Kerrinais, and studied his serious expression, his mouth and then his eyes. She longed to run up to him and beg him not to leave for Isodor, but she dared not move. Almost without knowing it, the effusion of emotion that poured forth from her mind almost overwhelmed her, and then it snapped back abruptly as Legolas blinked his eyes suddenly and stopped in his tracks. He turned his head and looked directly at her as though she had attempted to read his thoughts against his will. Lisaine took a step backwards into the shadowed recesses of the doorway, terrified. Looking over Legolas's shoulder, Kerrinais whispered something. Legolas replied in elvish, his eyes not leaving the doorway. Then the two began walking again, and soon disappeared in the direction of the pavilion. Lisaine leaned against the thick stone wall for support, and thought momentarily to give up her endeavor. She considered that it was not too late to return to Alnein's room.
"I cannot do this with fear gripping my mind," she said to herself, "He reads my very thoughts. I must lay down my weaknesses and be strong." The plaintive songs of the elf rites once again pierced her ears, and Lisaine walked with renewed resolve across the courtyard to the stairs. She looked up to the very top where Donparamwen stood with her eyes closed, chanting elven verse. Another Nissalos was already near the top, and stopped momentarily to bow to Donparamwen. She then continued into the Lostrom, a gathering place for elf maidens awaiting the beginnings of ceremonies. In the past, Lisaine had always come to the landing from a different direction, being an unveiled servant, but now she must ascend the sacred staircase as a Nissalos, and must go in full view of everyone. For a second, her eyes settled on the flame of the roaring fire in the main fire pit. The elven lords were already assembled and sitting on the stone floor, legs crossed, facing the fire in the cool of the evening. Servants were busily placing platters of Lembas, fruits, nuts, and meats next to the elf lords as they talked.
Silently, she counted the line until her eyes fell to Legolas. The whole scene reminded Lisaine of her father's vast hall, where he would hold large feasts, and visiting lords and dignitaries would converse while dinners of venison and pheasants were placed on the long, main table. Torches would blaze forth, jutting from the thick stone walls of the room. Thirty feet high, banners from all the neighboring kingdoms, hung in honor from the peaks of the arched ceiling. Pursing her lips, Lisaine ascended the steps, hesitating only to bow to Donparamwen, who was still chanting in elvish. Then Lisaine passed by and stepped lightly in the direction of the Lostrom, where she could see the other Nissalos elf maids waiting. She meekly fell into the line of waiting maidens, her hands clasped in front of her, and stood silent. She found herself the fifth maid out of eight. None of the elves spoke as they waited, and Lisaine was grateful for this. All of the elf maids wore fine elven gowns of brown and gray, but not all were alike. Some were arrayed with brightly colored green stones, while others were only weaved with fine silver threads in intricate patterns.
Donparamwen stepped inside the doorway, and whispered to each maiden in the line. Two switched places, and waited patiently. When the ancient elf approached Lisaine, she stopped. Not wanting to look directly at the elf, Lisaine gazed down and pretended to brush away a spec of dust from her dress. At that exact moment, another maiden appeared, bowing to the elf. This momentarily diverted Donparamwen's attention. When Donparamwen re- focused herself, whatever discourse she had intended was now gone. She simply said,
"Alnienwen. You shall dance fifth this night. For Legolas, son of Thranduil."
Lisaine simply nodded. Donparamwen continued down the line, and the final maids arrived. Lisaine shivered. This was most unexpected to the girl. She merely thought she would dance and be able to catch fleeting glimpses of Legolas, not to dance for him alone. But she quelled her reservations quickly. There was nothing she could do now but go through with her plan. All eight were now finally assembled. Somewhere beyond the platform, a lute began to play and the low resonance of a drum began. Then, as though they were one, all eight stepped forward at once, in perfect synchronization and made their way through the archway towards the platform.
Legolas was enjoying himself. Although his disposition was generally of a serious nature, he was allowing himself this small bit of freedom to enjoy a meal and discuss the more carefree life of Mirkwood with Kerrinais. Both he and Kerrinais had been thrust into the battle at Euphratas, and now they were about to battle for the security of Isodor. There had been little time in between for relaxing, and although the feast that night was of a more solemn nature, Legolas felt almost lighthearted sitting by the firelight, listening to the low, musical sounds of the ceremony beginning. The beginnings of fall were upon them, and the chill of the night air seemed not to sway the atmosphere. Legolas looked up at a huge tree hovering over them in wonder, and the abundance of stars in the moonlit sky beyond. As small gusts of wind came and went, leaves would gently fall about them, like a light snow. Biting into a grape, Kerrinais leaned over to Legolas and gently tapped his shoulder, and jarred from his daydreaming. Legolas turned his attentions to the line of elf maids approaching the landing. They all stepped in faultless unison, almost sideways, always facing the elven lords.
"Here they come," he said in a low voice nudging him, "Now you may see your handsome elf maid again. Look! There she is! Bedecked in fair garnets and pearls. She is the fifth maiden in the Nissalos line. That is the one you saw in the square. I told you she would be the one that danced for you, did I not? Donparamwen has chosen her well!"
Legolas said nothing, but gazed at the entire scene now before him. Indeed, all eating and talking had ceased abruptly, as the very presence of the maidens commanded their full attention. Gently swaying, and stepping forward and back again, the maidens performed, and Legolas watched the Nissalos maid before him, almost entranced by the sparkle of her gown in the darkness, between him and the warming fire. Then the maids suddenly stopped, and took two steps forward. All knelt before the elven lords, one maid in front of each, and they waited. As Lisaine paused before Legolas, he could now fully appreciate her from up close. He studied the fine details of her veil, watching it tremble as she breathed, knowing that she was staring directly at him even though he could not see her face. A new, more melancholy music struck up from the lute, and the maid now continued her graceful movements on her knees, swaying back and forth, creating elven symbols of honor and devotion with her hands.
He sat unmoving, his mouth slightly ajar, and he could not look away from the weight of her stare. A song from far away seemed to reach his ears, but it wasn't clear, a song of longing and desire. And in one, unlooked for move, Lisaine leaned in towards him while she moved to the music until her face was mere inches from his. He could almost feel her breath on him through the thinness of her veil, but neither could he see her eyes or mouth or any feature of her face. He fancied reaching out a single hand and gently pulling off her veil. It would be a simple action to do yet what would be the consequences? He thought he must be careful and not provoke her anger by his touch in this sacred place. He felt the same confusion in her presence now as when he first saw her hiding in the shadows of the ancient square. The desire to see her face, her eyes, which were so hidden from him, was almost overwhelming to Legolas. He thought to himself,
"Yes, I shall discover her identity and sing to her in the forest. She would not be here if she were betrothed to another. We are of similar minds. I can feel her very spirit inside myself, but I must be careful in my approach."
He remained still, and did not back away, almost daring her to move even closer, but she did not. Beguiled by the moment was Legolas, as if he had fallen under a spell. Then the maids stood gracefully up, their arms held above their bowed heads, and they filed away. The roaring fire once again came into Legolas's view, and he stared at it, shocked back to the present. He turned his head and watched the remaining Nissalos maids disappear down the path. Their arms were still raised and the lute continued to play. All at once, Legolas realized he had been holding his breath, but for how long he did not know. The sudden need for air took his attentions and he inhaled deeply. The sweet smell of apple wood and the forest came rushing in on him, and he closed his eyes to savor it.
Entering the Lostrom one last time, Lisaine walked with some effort to a bench at the far end of the room and sat down. Beads of sweat trickled down her temple, and she struggled to sit straight, feeling faint. The weight of the gown seemed to drag down her very body, in its shimmering beauty, and she longed to once again dress in her plain and lightweight elven robes. She knew she had performed the ceremony faultlessly and without incident, yet Lisaine was unnerved and exhausted. Being so close to Legolas had affected her in a way that she hadn't anticipated, and she fought to regain her composure. Their eyes had locked and somehow he was looking directly at her and through her, and she was unable to break away from him. Another Nissalos, Aduhothien, suddenly noticed her in the corner and walked over to her.
"Are you quite well?" she inquired. Lisaine said nothing, but waved her arm and nodded, while she rose and brushed past her towards the door. In the doorway, Lisaine looked up once again at the continuing feast. Lord Elrond was now standing, addressing the elven Lords, and all eyes were focused upon him and his discourse. Making her way by two other Nissalos dancers, who were lazily strolling in the same direction, Lisaine stopped only to bow once more before Donparamwen, who in turn, nodded her head, before she hastily sped down the steps and into the night.
Alnein sat in a large chair before the fire, sewing beads onto a gown, when she heard the distinct sounds of footsteps coming up to her room. Lisaine walked quickly through the door and shut it behind her, and Alnein sensed the tenseness of Lisaine's demeanor. Helping her take off the veil, Alnein now saw the full burden of stress in her friend's eyes.
"I have chosen wisely this night." said Alnein, "The influence of Legolas I can see clearly on your face. If you felt other than you have said, you would not be so affected by him. Do you need to sit awhile?"
Lisaine shook her head.
"I was only...frightened by it all," she breathed, "I shall never forget his eyes. His gaze was so unsettling, yet I yearned for it. I never thought he recognized me, yet he stared straight at me." Alnein grinned while helping her undress. Once Lisaine had changed clothes, Alnein carefully folded the beaded gown and veil in the delicate linen wrapping, and presented them to Lisaine.
"Let this gown be a glad reminder to you of what you and Legolas have shared tonight."
Lisaine gingerly took the gown and veil, pressing her fingers slightly into the linen, said good night to her companion and left to return to her own room. Walking along the darkened pathway through the main square that led to her bedchamber, Lisaine felt utterly exhausted. Each time someone ran by, she looked up, as if half expecting to see Legolas again, but they did not meet. Behind her, she could still hear the vague conversation of the elven lords on the pavilion. Finally, Lisaine trudged into her room, closing the door behind her. The fire was almost spent now, only a few smoldering red embers remained. Suddenly feeling chilled, Lisaine thought to throw some apple branches onto the fire, but decided against it. She was too tired. Walking over to the table, she set down her precious package and then fell onto the bed. Almost instantly she drifted off to sleep.