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updating, especially during science fair. We just sit there for about 10
hours a day waiting for a judge to come by. So, when a judge is not there,
guess what I'll be doing!
For an entire week, Nyssia spoke of nothing but Farador. She would say something then stop in mid-sentence and cast her eyes to the floor.
One evening I went to her room to talk with her. I asked her why she seemed to sad the past few days and she said, "Everything I talk about reminds me of Farador."
I sighed and took her hands in mine. "Nyssia, you must stop torturing yourself like this. I am already searching for another worthy elf. Try to forget about him or else this matchmaking will never work."
Nyssia nodded. "Yes, you are right, Ena. I will forget about him." She got up and walked to the top drawer at her vanity. She took out a little pouch. I looked more closely at the pouch and noticed that inscribed on the pouch in gold letters were the words: "Nyssia's worldly treasures".
She opened the pouch and took out a piece of bandage linen. "What's that?" I asked her.
Nyssia sighed and gazed at the piece of cotton cloth. "Remember when Farador cut himself with his arrow?" I nodded my head. "Well, I bandaged him up and had a bit of linen left over. He sat in the chair and played with the piece of cloth whilst we talked. Then when he departed, he left this piece of linen on the chair. So I saved it."
She sighed once more and looked at the crackling fire. "But now, I will show everyone that I am over him. I will decide this piece of worldly treasure." With that said, she tossed the cloth into the fire. Then she collapsed in the chair with her hand over her heart. "I must say, that felt a bit better," she said.
I smiled at her actions. "I am glad, my friend. But I have something planned tomorrow to help you. Meet me in the gardens tomorrow after breakfast." I bid farewell to Nyssia and went home alone.
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The next morning after breakfast, I rushed to the gardens. When I arrived, Nyssia was nowhere to be seen. Instead, the prince was strolling through the gardens.
I sighed and approached him. I knew that I would have to speak to him about the subject sometime. "Greetings, Legolas," I said as I approached him from behind.
Legolas whirled around and saw me. "Oh, hello, Enawen," he smiled.
We stood there avoiding each other's eyes for quite sometime. 'Oh, where is Nyssia?' I wondered anxiously.
"So, have you heard about Farador's departure?" Legolas asked, breaking the silence.
"Oh, yes, I have," I answered simply.
"So you know that Farador broke the supposed relationship between him and Nyssia?" he asked as if hinting something.
I sighed. "Yes, Legolas. I'm sorry. I was wrong in my judgments and instincts. Farador was not meant to be with Nyssia. Is that what you wanted to hear?" I asked, rolling my eyes.
Legolas beamed. "That was exactly what I wanted to hear," he said more cheerfully. "It is sort of ironic how it was you Farador loved all these years, is it not?" he asked with amusement.
I frowned. "Yes it is. I would never have guessed it."
"Ena!" a voice called from my right.
Legolas and turned to see Nyssa running down the stone pathway. "Ena!" she finally reached us and panted for breath. "Whew! It is very difficult to run in this heavy dress," Nyssia gasped.
"That is why ladies do not run in those dresses," I answered, a bit disappointed in my friend's behavior.
Legolas, knowing that our meeting was important, said, "Well, I must be off. Have a good day ladies."
We curtsied and said, "Have a good day, Legolas." He bowed before exiting the gardens.
"Now, as for us, we must be leaving too," I turned back to Nyssia.
Nyssia looked at me bewildered. "What? Where are we going?" she asked.
I smiled. "Ada wants me to deliver something to Ariloth's mother. I think the visit will do you some good."
Nyssia nodded. "I suppose."
We headed down to the villages. I thought that Nyssia would feel better getting away from our upper class society and etiquettes and visit the villages. We finally arrived at Ariloth's flet.
We climbed the ladder up to the terrace. I knocked on the wooden door.
"Please wait!" the squeaky voice that belonged to Ariloth replied.
After a few moments, Ariloth opened the door. "Oh, Enawen, Nyssia! How nice to see you today! How do you fair?" she asked and curtsied.
Nyssia and I curtsied back and replied, "We are fine, Ariloth. I have come with a package for your mother from my father."
Ariloth immediately invited us in. "Oh, it is always a pleasure to have a lady such as yourselves in our humble home. Let me assure you that we are very, very happy to receive someone of importance such as yourself," she said quickly.
I smiled. "Yes, well, I brought Nyssia along to have a little chat with you. I'm sure you have heard the business of Farador?" I asked.
Ariloth nodded her head. "Yes, I have. My heart goes out to you, Nyssia. It seems as though Farador does not know what he's missing. I do believe, however, that he was in love with you the whole time, Enawen?"
I nodded a bit sadly. "Yes, I am afraid so."
Ariloth looked puzzled. "Why did you turn him down? I thought you liked him as well."
"I was his friend, nothing more. Please, Ariloth. We came here today not to discuss Farador but to have a little chat with you to get to know you better," I said slightly annoyed.
Ariloth frowned. "Oh, I'm sorry! There goes my mouth again, running as fast as it always does. Would you like some tea?" she asked.
Nyssia and I both declined. "Oh, by the way, I heard from my cousin in Rivendell today. Her name is Gwenalyn. She seems to be interested in coming here for a visit. Isn't that nice? Not very many elves journey to Mirkwood these days," she said glumly.
"Oh, really?" I asked with interest. "When can we expect to meet her?"
"She will arrive this Friday. She will obviously need some rest so she won't be available until Sunday, I'm afraid. But I shall take her to you if you'd like," she offered.
"Of course you are welcomed to do so. I am very interested in meeting her," I smiled.
"Oh, well then. Shall I come on Sunday?" she asked, seemingly flattered.
I nodded. "Of course. It will do Nyssia good to meet another elf," I commented looking at Nyssia.
Nyssia, hearing her name, jumped slightly. "Oh, yes. Of course," she mumbled, blushing slightly.
After having lunch with Ariloth, Nyssia and I left. "Oh, you must come visit more often, Ena. This village is so boring without you," Ariloth said.
I smiled. "I shall come as often as I can, Ariloth. See you Sunday," I said.
"Until Sunday," said Ariloth.
On the way to the palace, I said, "You seemed a bit quiet today, Nyssia."
Nyssia looked up. "Oh, I'm sorry. Something else was on my mind."
I sighed. "Is it still Farador?" I asked, concerned.
Nyssia answered, "Yes, I suppose." She sighed. "Oh, I do not wish to mourn over him especially since nothing special happened between us. It is just that I thought he was the one. He seemed so nice and interested."
I smiled at Nyssia. "Yes, he did seem like that. However, looks can be deceiving, can't they?"
Nyssia nodded. "Oh, I'm not saying that he's mean and cruel to do that. It just seemed... unfair to lead me on like that. But I suppose I must have interpreted his actions the wrong way. He is the same nice man that I met before. Only, he's different."
I was puzzled by what she meant by this but smiled anyway. "Of course, my dear." I dropped her off at her room in the palace and started to my own home.
I looked up at the sky. "Oh dear!" I moaned out loud. Heavy clouds covered the heavens, threatening and menacingly. I was sure that it would rain before I got home. Nevertheless, I broke into a run, something very, VERY unladylike.
Sure enough, the heavens opened up and cried. The heavy rain splattered all over my gown and hair. I ran as fast as I could, trying to avoid the mud puddles that were farming everywhere I stepped. I kept my eyes on the ground to watch out for those mud traps.
Suddenly, I saw horse hooves. I skidded to a halt before I ran into the large body of a horse. "Milady? Are you lost?" a voice asked.
I looked up and my eyes locked with brown eyes. The figure on the horse was handsome, strong-built, and wet. He had shoulder-length golden hair that was sopping wet. He wore a blue tunic and matching blue leggings.
I gasped and replied, "No, I am not lost. The rain just caught up with me, that's all."
"Where do you live, milady? Perhaps I can drop you off," the elf graciously offered.
I smiled. "Thank you, my lord. My house is over there," I said and pointed to the distance. There, lying on a grassy plain, was a huge mansion. "That's my home."
The elf followed my finger and then turned to me. "You must be Lady Enawen," he said.
I looked at him amazed. "How did you know?" I asked him.
He smiled. "I have my ways. Now, would you like a ride back?"
"Yes, if it is no trouble."
"'Tis no trouble at all. Give me your hand," he said and extended his hand toward me.
I took with gratefully and he pulled me up onto his horse. He put his hands around my waist, grasping the reins with his right hand. He nudged the horse into a trot.
We finally reached my house. I opened the door and let in a torrent of rain in with us. Ada rushed towards us. "Oh, did you find her, Havedan?" he asked anxiously. He laid his eyes on me and rushed towards me. "Oh, thank Eru! What did you think you were doing, Ena? A package does not take that long to deliver!"
I was about to answer when Leliath rushed down the hall. "Oh, Ena! You're okay! I asked Havedan here to go find you!" She called some maids. "Take these two into some rooms and find warm clothes for them before they catch a cold."
I sighed and rolled my eyes as the maids led me away. "Elves don't get sick!" I yelled to them as I was led to my bedroom.
When I finished changing, I went to the drawing room. There sat Rialor, Leliath, Ada, and the elf named Havedan all waiting for me. "Sorry for the trouble I caused," I apologized when I entered the room.
Everyone stopped their conversation and turned to me. Havedan jumped up and said, "It was no trouble," he smiled.
I saw Leliath glanced at Rialor as they shared an amused look. I spoke up, "I don't believe we've been introduced."
Rialor stood up. "Forgive me, milady. This is Havedan, my cousin, of Lórien."
Havedan bowed at the introduction. "I am Enawen Moonshine of Mirkwood. But you can call me Ena," I introduced myself as I curtsied.
"I am pleased to meet you, milady," he said as he kissed my hand.
I blushed slightly. My pale blue eyes locked with his brown ones once more. We stood entranced gazing at each other intently. However, Ada broke our trance by clearing his throat loudly. I jumped back in surprise and blushed again.
"Well, now that we've identified each other, can we go back to our conversation?" he asked.
"Of course, milord," Havedan said and both of us took our seats. I sat next to Leliath while Havedan and Ada took separate seats. Rialor seated himself next to his fiancée. We went into a deep discussion about our safety in Mirkwood.
Finally, the dinner bell rang and we all proceeded into the dining room. I seated myself next to Havedan and Ada. We listened to Rialor and Havedan's stories of Lórien. I listened intently as I ate my dinner.
Finally, Rialor, Havedan, and Leliath departed. "It was nice to meet you, Ena," Havedan said and kissed my hand again.
I blushed and said, "It was nice to meet you as well."
He gave me a wink before entering his carriage.
I sighed and went back into our home. That night, in my room, I wrote a diary entry.
Dear Diary,
I met the sweetest man alive today while walking back home from the palace. He was tall and handsome, like most elves are, but this one, I thought, was different. He had a cheerful manner about him and was very courteous. He offered to take me back home which I gratefully accepted. Havedan, the stranger, turned out to be Rialor's cousin from Lórien here in Mirkwood for a visit. He seemed so nice tonight and I find myself wishing to see him again. And soon. What is this mysterious feeling?
Always,
Enawen Moonshine
A/N: Well, what do you think? Honestly, you could do a lot during science fair!
For an entire week, Nyssia spoke of nothing but Farador. She would say something then stop in mid-sentence and cast her eyes to the floor.
One evening I went to her room to talk with her. I asked her why she seemed to sad the past few days and she said, "Everything I talk about reminds me of Farador."
I sighed and took her hands in mine. "Nyssia, you must stop torturing yourself like this. I am already searching for another worthy elf. Try to forget about him or else this matchmaking will never work."
Nyssia nodded. "Yes, you are right, Ena. I will forget about him." She got up and walked to the top drawer at her vanity. She took out a little pouch. I looked more closely at the pouch and noticed that inscribed on the pouch in gold letters were the words: "Nyssia's worldly treasures".
She opened the pouch and took out a piece of bandage linen. "What's that?" I asked her.
Nyssia sighed and gazed at the piece of cotton cloth. "Remember when Farador cut himself with his arrow?" I nodded my head. "Well, I bandaged him up and had a bit of linen left over. He sat in the chair and played with the piece of cloth whilst we talked. Then when he departed, he left this piece of linen on the chair. So I saved it."
She sighed once more and looked at the crackling fire. "But now, I will show everyone that I am over him. I will decide this piece of worldly treasure." With that said, she tossed the cloth into the fire. Then she collapsed in the chair with her hand over her heart. "I must say, that felt a bit better," she said.
I smiled at her actions. "I am glad, my friend. But I have something planned tomorrow to help you. Meet me in the gardens tomorrow after breakfast." I bid farewell to Nyssia and went home alone.
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The next morning after breakfast, I rushed to the gardens. When I arrived, Nyssia was nowhere to be seen. Instead, the prince was strolling through the gardens.
I sighed and approached him. I knew that I would have to speak to him about the subject sometime. "Greetings, Legolas," I said as I approached him from behind.
Legolas whirled around and saw me. "Oh, hello, Enawen," he smiled.
We stood there avoiding each other's eyes for quite sometime. 'Oh, where is Nyssia?' I wondered anxiously.
"So, have you heard about Farador's departure?" Legolas asked, breaking the silence.
"Oh, yes, I have," I answered simply.
"So you know that Farador broke the supposed relationship between him and Nyssia?" he asked as if hinting something.
I sighed. "Yes, Legolas. I'm sorry. I was wrong in my judgments and instincts. Farador was not meant to be with Nyssia. Is that what you wanted to hear?" I asked, rolling my eyes.
Legolas beamed. "That was exactly what I wanted to hear," he said more cheerfully. "It is sort of ironic how it was you Farador loved all these years, is it not?" he asked with amusement.
I frowned. "Yes it is. I would never have guessed it."
"Ena!" a voice called from my right.
Legolas and turned to see Nyssa running down the stone pathway. "Ena!" she finally reached us and panted for breath. "Whew! It is very difficult to run in this heavy dress," Nyssia gasped.
"That is why ladies do not run in those dresses," I answered, a bit disappointed in my friend's behavior.
Legolas, knowing that our meeting was important, said, "Well, I must be off. Have a good day ladies."
We curtsied and said, "Have a good day, Legolas." He bowed before exiting the gardens.
"Now, as for us, we must be leaving too," I turned back to Nyssia.
Nyssia looked at me bewildered. "What? Where are we going?" she asked.
I smiled. "Ada wants me to deliver something to Ariloth's mother. I think the visit will do you some good."
Nyssia nodded. "I suppose."
We headed down to the villages. I thought that Nyssia would feel better getting away from our upper class society and etiquettes and visit the villages. We finally arrived at Ariloth's flet.
We climbed the ladder up to the terrace. I knocked on the wooden door.
"Please wait!" the squeaky voice that belonged to Ariloth replied.
After a few moments, Ariloth opened the door. "Oh, Enawen, Nyssia! How nice to see you today! How do you fair?" she asked and curtsied.
Nyssia and I curtsied back and replied, "We are fine, Ariloth. I have come with a package for your mother from my father."
Ariloth immediately invited us in. "Oh, it is always a pleasure to have a lady such as yourselves in our humble home. Let me assure you that we are very, very happy to receive someone of importance such as yourself," she said quickly.
I smiled. "Yes, well, I brought Nyssia along to have a little chat with you. I'm sure you have heard the business of Farador?" I asked.
Ariloth nodded her head. "Yes, I have. My heart goes out to you, Nyssia. It seems as though Farador does not know what he's missing. I do believe, however, that he was in love with you the whole time, Enawen?"
I nodded a bit sadly. "Yes, I am afraid so."
Ariloth looked puzzled. "Why did you turn him down? I thought you liked him as well."
"I was his friend, nothing more. Please, Ariloth. We came here today not to discuss Farador but to have a little chat with you to get to know you better," I said slightly annoyed.
Ariloth frowned. "Oh, I'm sorry! There goes my mouth again, running as fast as it always does. Would you like some tea?" she asked.
Nyssia and I both declined. "Oh, by the way, I heard from my cousin in Rivendell today. Her name is Gwenalyn. She seems to be interested in coming here for a visit. Isn't that nice? Not very many elves journey to Mirkwood these days," she said glumly.
"Oh, really?" I asked with interest. "When can we expect to meet her?"
"She will arrive this Friday. She will obviously need some rest so she won't be available until Sunday, I'm afraid. But I shall take her to you if you'd like," she offered.
"Of course you are welcomed to do so. I am very interested in meeting her," I smiled.
"Oh, well then. Shall I come on Sunday?" she asked, seemingly flattered.
I nodded. "Of course. It will do Nyssia good to meet another elf," I commented looking at Nyssia.
Nyssia, hearing her name, jumped slightly. "Oh, yes. Of course," she mumbled, blushing slightly.
After having lunch with Ariloth, Nyssia and I left. "Oh, you must come visit more often, Ena. This village is so boring without you," Ariloth said.
I smiled. "I shall come as often as I can, Ariloth. See you Sunday," I said.
"Until Sunday," said Ariloth.
On the way to the palace, I said, "You seemed a bit quiet today, Nyssia."
Nyssia looked up. "Oh, I'm sorry. Something else was on my mind."
I sighed. "Is it still Farador?" I asked, concerned.
Nyssia answered, "Yes, I suppose." She sighed. "Oh, I do not wish to mourn over him especially since nothing special happened between us. It is just that I thought he was the one. He seemed so nice and interested."
I smiled at Nyssia. "Yes, he did seem like that. However, looks can be deceiving, can't they?"
Nyssia nodded. "Oh, I'm not saying that he's mean and cruel to do that. It just seemed... unfair to lead me on like that. But I suppose I must have interpreted his actions the wrong way. He is the same nice man that I met before. Only, he's different."
I was puzzled by what she meant by this but smiled anyway. "Of course, my dear." I dropped her off at her room in the palace and started to my own home.
I looked up at the sky. "Oh dear!" I moaned out loud. Heavy clouds covered the heavens, threatening and menacingly. I was sure that it would rain before I got home. Nevertheless, I broke into a run, something very, VERY unladylike.
Sure enough, the heavens opened up and cried. The heavy rain splattered all over my gown and hair. I ran as fast as I could, trying to avoid the mud puddles that were farming everywhere I stepped. I kept my eyes on the ground to watch out for those mud traps.
Suddenly, I saw horse hooves. I skidded to a halt before I ran into the large body of a horse. "Milady? Are you lost?" a voice asked.
I looked up and my eyes locked with brown eyes. The figure on the horse was handsome, strong-built, and wet. He had shoulder-length golden hair that was sopping wet. He wore a blue tunic and matching blue leggings.
I gasped and replied, "No, I am not lost. The rain just caught up with me, that's all."
"Where do you live, milady? Perhaps I can drop you off," the elf graciously offered.
I smiled. "Thank you, my lord. My house is over there," I said and pointed to the distance. There, lying on a grassy plain, was a huge mansion. "That's my home."
The elf followed my finger and then turned to me. "You must be Lady Enawen," he said.
I looked at him amazed. "How did you know?" I asked him.
He smiled. "I have my ways. Now, would you like a ride back?"
"Yes, if it is no trouble."
"'Tis no trouble at all. Give me your hand," he said and extended his hand toward me.
I took with gratefully and he pulled me up onto his horse. He put his hands around my waist, grasping the reins with his right hand. He nudged the horse into a trot.
We finally reached my house. I opened the door and let in a torrent of rain in with us. Ada rushed towards us. "Oh, did you find her, Havedan?" he asked anxiously. He laid his eyes on me and rushed towards me. "Oh, thank Eru! What did you think you were doing, Ena? A package does not take that long to deliver!"
I was about to answer when Leliath rushed down the hall. "Oh, Ena! You're okay! I asked Havedan here to go find you!" She called some maids. "Take these two into some rooms and find warm clothes for them before they catch a cold."
I sighed and rolled my eyes as the maids led me away. "Elves don't get sick!" I yelled to them as I was led to my bedroom.
When I finished changing, I went to the drawing room. There sat Rialor, Leliath, Ada, and the elf named Havedan all waiting for me. "Sorry for the trouble I caused," I apologized when I entered the room.
Everyone stopped their conversation and turned to me. Havedan jumped up and said, "It was no trouble," he smiled.
I saw Leliath glanced at Rialor as they shared an amused look. I spoke up, "I don't believe we've been introduced."
Rialor stood up. "Forgive me, milady. This is Havedan, my cousin, of Lórien."
Havedan bowed at the introduction. "I am Enawen Moonshine of Mirkwood. But you can call me Ena," I introduced myself as I curtsied.
"I am pleased to meet you, milady," he said as he kissed my hand.
I blushed slightly. My pale blue eyes locked with his brown ones once more. We stood entranced gazing at each other intently. However, Ada broke our trance by clearing his throat loudly. I jumped back in surprise and blushed again.
"Well, now that we've identified each other, can we go back to our conversation?" he asked.
"Of course, milord," Havedan said and both of us took our seats. I sat next to Leliath while Havedan and Ada took separate seats. Rialor seated himself next to his fiancée. We went into a deep discussion about our safety in Mirkwood.
Finally, the dinner bell rang and we all proceeded into the dining room. I seated myself next to Havedan and Ada. We listened to Rialor and Havedan's stories of Lórien. I listened intently as I ate my dinner.
Finally, Rialor, Havedan, and Leliath departed. "It was nice to meet you, Ena," Havedan said and kissed my hand again.
I blushed and said, "It was nice to meet you as well."
He gave me a wink before entering his carriage.
I sighed and went back into our home. That night, in my room, I wrote a diary entry.
Dear Diary,
I met the sweetest man alive today while walking back home from the palace. He was tall and handsome, like most elves are, but this one, I thought, was different. He had a cheerful manner about him and was very courteous. He offered to take me back home which I gratefully accepted. Havedan, the stranger, turned out to be Rialor's cousin from Lórien here in Mirkwood for a visit. He seemed so nice tonight and I find myself wishing to see him again. And soon. What is this mysterious feeling?
Always,
Enawen Moonshine
A/N: Well, what do you think? Honestly, you could do a lot during science fair!
