*A/N* In case *some of you had been wondering, Miroros is Riania' cousin
who saved her from a dragon, and in doing so mutilated his body. Sriosno
is the prince of Mirkwood who loves Riania. The beginning is a "flashback"
to the dragon's attack. Clear now? Thank you. ~Alodia
Riainia awoke to the bright, cheerful morning sunlight and fresh air. She stretched and stepped out of the bed. Slowly she sauntered across the smooth wooden floor over to the balcony, which overlooked a rich green forest and clear-flowing waterfall. Suddenly, Riania heard a sweet voice singing. She surveyed the ground, and spotted Sriosno playing a lute and singing lyrics of love as he sat upon a rock on the water's edge. Every refrain, she heard her name:
'Oh, the sweet scent of your skin,
The wavy movement of your hair,
Your smooth lips against my own,
Your breath smelling of the morning air.
The way you speak so sweetly to me,
No other love comes close to your beauty,
I wish we could forever be together,
My lovely Riania.'
Riania blushed and felt her face get flushed as she gazed down upon the fair face that stared back up at her. Sriosno smiled at her, revealing his perfect white teeth, before disappearing around the bend of the building.
Riania was shocked, but flattered. No one had ever done something like that before. Quickly she dressed in a crisp new gown that was the color of Emerald green and had lighter green lace bordering the hems and sleeves. She looked herself over in a long mirror, primped her auburn hair, and rushed to the gardens.
Breakfast didn't matter to her this morning; Sriosno and she met in the gradens, and that's where he would await her.
Finally she came around a rose bush and saw Sriosno sitting on a marble stone bench, looking around. When he spotted her, a grin spread across his face.
"My love," he murmured, as he gently pressed his forehead against hers and rubbed her arms softly. "My dear Riania." His voice sounded like music to her as they kissed one another lightly. After a few moments, Sriosno backed away a bit.
"My beloved," he began, but Riania realized what was happening. No. She could never love, especially the prince of Mirkwood. She could never leave Rivendell and her cousin whom once saved her. She softly let their lips caress each other one last time before turning.
"But Riania, I love-" Once again, to Riania's utter dismay, she took off towards the castle. Memories began rushing back to her. As she neared the stairwell of the main hall, still running, in front of the guards, she fell unconsciously to the marble floor. The guards worriedly surrounded their noble lady.
Riainia awoke to the bright, cheerful morning sunlight and fresh air. She stretched and stepped out of the bed. Slowly she sauntered across the smooth wooden floor over to the balcony, which overlooked a rich green forest and clear-flowing waterfall. Suddenly, Riania heard a sweet voice singing. She surveyed the ground, and spotted Sriosno playing a lute and singing lyrics of love as he sat upon a rock on the water's edge. Every refrain, she heard her name:
'Oh, the sweet scent of your skin,
The wavy movement of your hair,
Your smooth lips against my own,
Your breath smelling of the morning air.
The way you speak so sweetly to me,
No other love comes close to your beauty,
I wish we could forever be together,
My lovely Riania.'
Riania blushed and felt her face get flushed as she gazed down upon the fair face that stared back up at her. Sriosno smiled at her, revealing his perfect white teeth, before disappearing around the bend of the building.
Riania was shocked, but flattered. No one had ever done something like that before. Quickly she dressed in a crisp new gown that was the color of Emerald green and had lighter green lace bordering the hems and sleeves. She looked herself over in a long mirror, primped her auburn hair, and rushed to the gardens.
Breakfast didn't matter to her this morning; Sriosno and she met in the gradens, and that's where he would await her.
Finally she came around a rose bush and saw Sriosno sitting on a marble stone bench, looking around. When he spotted her, a grin spread across his face.
"My love," he murmured, as he gently pressed his forehead against hers and rubbed her arms softly. "My dear Riania." His voice sounded like music to her as they kissed one another lightly. After a few moments, Sriosno backed away a bit.
"My beloved," he began, but Riania realized what was happening. No. She could never love, especially the prince of Mirkwood. She could never leave Rivendell and her cousin whom once saved her. She softly let their lips caress each other one last time before turning.
"But Riania, I love-" Once again, to Riania's utter dismay, she took off towards the castle. Memories began rushing back to her. As she neared the stairwell of the main hall, still running, in front of the guards, she fell unconsciously to the marble floor. The guards worriedly surrounded their noble lady.