Hey!! I'm back! Hope ya like the 3rd chapter! There will be more answers in
the next chapter and just so ya know, Aranel is from earth, like, the
normal earth. Everything will be answered in the next chap., coming soon.
Enjoy!
Lady Aranel
Minutes later, Aranel found herself sitting on a cedar chair as the handmaiden gently combed through the girls soft hair. As smoothly as Erame tried though, Aranel found it hard to keep her head from jerking violently back and forth from persistent knots. Finally, her hair was done and they moved on to her noon wear. Aranel had taken a steaming bath as soon as Legolas had left. It had been sweetly perfumed with oils and soothed her aching pains. She felt mostly refreshed, excluding her arm, which had turned the color of a rotten apple, leaving the skin there dark and rough. The arrow wound, though, had healed better then she had expected and couldn't complain. The young elf had moved to a beautiful mahogany dresser, which held gowns of every color imaginable. Erame pulled from it a dress the hue of the ocean; a blue so deep one could be lost in its folds forever. Gasping at its color, the girl retrieved herself from her daydreaming and shook her head. Erame glided over to Aranel and motioned for her to take off the sleeping shift that she wore. Pulling the extravagant dress over her head, Aranel could feel the soft silk caressing her delicate skin. It slid down to fit her perfectly and the handmaiden pulled a sash around her skinny waist. Her hair was braided perfectly and intertwined with a dark blue ribbon. Makeup was applied, yet only in a small amount, with silver eye shadow and a stick that made lips pink and sweet. Dainty slippers were placed on Aranel's small feet and the final touch was added. A shiny necklace with a pendant in the shape of a thin- winged butterfly and a diamond placed directly in the center and she was done.
Walking in front of a large mirror surrounded by a gold frame, the girl looked at herself. No longer was she an ugly girl with dirt stained face and bland cotton dress but a princess of a royal kingdom in a majestic palace hovering over the ocean in a far away land. Now she was ready for the presence of the Fellowship.
They left the large room and headed down a bright hallway, with mysterious doors on one side and large windows that let the sun shine through in large portions on the other. They were off to the meeting.
Lady Aranel
Minutes later, Aranel found herself sitting on a cedar chair as the handmaiden gently combed through the girls soft hair. As smoothly as Erame tried though, Aranel found it hard to keep her head from jerking violently back and forth from persistent knots. Finally, her hair was done and they moved on to her noon wear. Aranel had taken a steaming bath as soon as Legolas had left. It had been sweetly perfumed with oils and soothed her aching pains. She felt mostly refreshed, excluding her arm, which had turned the color of a rotten apple, leaving the skin there dark and rough. The arrow wound, though, had healed better then she had expected and couldn't complain. The young elf had moved to a beautiful mahogany dresser, which held gowns of every color imaginable. Erame pulled from it a dress the hue of the ocean; a blue so deep one could be lost in its folds forever. Gasping at its color, the girl retrieved herself from her daydreaming and shook her head. Erame glided over to Aranel and motioned for her to take off the sleeping shift that she wore. Pulling the extravagant dress over her head, Aranel could feel the soft silk caressing her delicate skin. It slid down to fit her perfectly and the handmaiden pulled a sash around her skinny waist. Her hair was braided perfectly and intertwined with a dark blue ribbon. Makeup was applied, yet only in a small amount, with silver eye shadow and a stick that made lips pink and sweet. Dainty slippers were placed on Aranel's small feet and the final touch was added. A shiny necklace with a pendant in the shape of a thin- winged butterfly and a diamond placed directly in the center and she was done.
Walking in front of a large mirror surrounded by a gold frame, the girl looked at herself. No longer was she an ugly girl with dirt stained face and bland cotton dress but a princess of a royal kingdom in a majestic palace hovering over the ocean in a far away land. Now she was ready for the presence of the Fellowship.
They left the large room and headed down a bright hallway, with mysterious doors on one side and large windows that let the sun shine through in large portions on the other. They were off to the meeting.