They spent the next day together, finally arriving in the mid-morning at
the Halls of the Elven King. They walked inside, together to the throne of
the king.
"Legolas, have you alerted the people?"
"Yes, father," he nodded, looking over at Lenalaith.
"This is Lenalaith of Esgaroth, she found me off guard, and saved me from a small band of orcs," he made a small bow to her.
"It was but three, yet you needed no saving, from what I hear," she replied, bowing to the king.
"Please, you are welcome in these halls, Lenalaith of Esgaroth," the king said, smiling to the blushing girl.
"Thank you," she replied.
"Legolas, please find a room suitable for her."
"Yes, father," Legolas had another mischievous thought.
"Come with me, Lenalaith," he put his hand out. Lenalaith took his hand, for fear of the king. Legolas led Lenalaith to the bedroom next to his, of which both these had the same balcony, and stairs leading to the garden.
"Let me get some elves to fetch something more suitable for you."
"I am perfectly comfortable in these clothes."
"Perhaps you will stay longer than you expect to," Legolas replied, looking straight into her eyes. When their gazes met, she pulled away. Legolas called to an elf, which brought her clothes. She stood in the center of the bedroom, in silence. Legolas waited, expecting her to say something.
"This is a very beautiful place," she whispered. It was then that Legolas noticed something, that Lenalaith was quite different, even for a human. She seemed to share none of the same emotions that he did, yet it was entrancing. Legolas looked at her, while he was waiting in the doorframe. She looked so lonely, in the center of a very large bedroom- which was empty except for a silver colored canopy bed, with light white curtains around it. It had golden vines crawling up the frame, with white flowers, perfectly shaped. Lenalaith sighed to herself. Legolas wanted to say something, anything, to comfort her, but no words came to mind, so instead, he waited in silence. A small group of female elves came, some carrying clothes, some a tub of water, and others beautiful glass bottles. Legolas walked outside, leaving Lenalaith alone. He walked to his bedroom, where he bathed himself and changed into more suitable clothing for the feast. He wore a silvery outfit, a very princely and beautiful outfit- with golden braids decorating the arms, legs, and chests. He waited anxiously in his room- for Lenalaith to finish.
He could hear that the preparations were ready; people were waiting anxiously for the prince and the guest of honor. Finally, Legolas could stand it no longer, he walked to Lenalaith's bedroom and knocked on the door.
"Are you ready, yet?" he asked nervously, fiddling with his fingers.
"Wait, impatient one," she called from behind the door. A minute later she opened the door.
Legolas's eyes widened, "You look like... the flame of the sea."
That was the first time that Lenalaith smiled, "Thank you. I shall take that as a compliment, but I must say, I have never heard of the flame of the sea."
Legolas blushed, but smiled upon seeing Lenalaith's smile. He held out his hand, which she took and he led her to the top of the stairs. They waited there for a moment, looking down at all the elves, which in turn were all looking at Lenalaith.
Lenalaith was looking particularly lovely on this evening. Her hair was up in the back, with a golden elanor flower comb; her face bare with just the color of the rose in full bloom on her lips; her body, adorned with a beautiful golden colored dress, simple, traditional with her skirt flowing slightly away from her body; her feet wearing simple shoes that matched her dress. She smiled only slightly as Legolas led her down the stairs to the center table. King Thranduil made a speech, and then everyone feasted. It was then that Lenalaith noticed a line of elves, all holding silver harps. As soon as she turned her gaze, they started playing. Elves started dancing, and Lenalaith sat watching the beautiful immortals being happy and cheerful. She sighed, 'How I wish...' she thought. She tried to keep the thoughts out of her head, but one kept coming into her mind- 'Legolas.' She glanced over at him, and noticed he was staring intently at her. He rose from his chair and walked to her.
"May I have this dance?" Legolas asked her, reaching for her hand.
"I thought you would never ask." Legolas smiled and took her hand, leading her to the center of the ballroom. Lenalaith put her left arm on his shoulder, and her right hand in his left and he put his right arm on her hip. They swayed back and forth to the music, Legolas pulling her ever closer, until their cheeks could touch. Lenalaith sighed happily, it was the first time she could remember being happy- truly happy.
"Legolas, have you alerted the people?"
"Yes, father," he nodded, looking over at Lenalaith.
"This is Lenalaith of Esgaroth, she found me off guard, and saved me from a small band of orcs," he made a small bow to her.
"It was but three, yet you needed no saving, from what I hear," she replied, bowing to the king.
"Please, you are welcome in these halls, Lenalaith of Esgaroth," the king said, smiling to the blushing girl.
"Thank you," she replied.
"Legolas, please find a room suitable for her."
"Yes, father," Legolas had another mischievous thought.
"Come with me, Lenalaith," he put his hand out. Lenalaith took his hand, for fear of the king. Legolas led Lenalaith to the bedroom next to his, of which both these had the same balcony, and stairs leading to the garden.
"Let me get some elves to fetch something more suitable for you."
"I am perfectly comfortable in these clothes."
"Perhaps you will stay longer than you expect to," Legolas replied, looking straight into her eyes. When their gazes met, she pulled away. Legolas called to an elf, which brought her clothes. She stood in the center of the bedroom, in silence. Legolas waited, expecting her to say something.
"This is a very beautiful place," she whispered. It was then that Legolas noticed something, that Lenalaith was quite different, even for a human. She seemed to share none of the same emotions that he did, yet it was entrancing. Legolas looked at her, while he was waiting in the doorframe. She looked so lonely, in the center of a very large bedroom- which was empty except for a silver colored canopy bed, with light white curtains around it. It had golden vines crawling up the frame, with white flowers, perfectly shaped. Lenalaith sighed to herself. Legolas wanted to say something, anything, to comfort her, but no words came to mind, so instead, he waited in silence. A small group of female elves came, some carrying clothes, some a tub of water, and others beautiful glass bottles. Legolas walked outside, leaving Lenalaith alone. He walked to his bedroom, where he bathed himself and changed into more suitable clothing for the feast. He wore a silvery outfit, a very princely and beautiful outfit- with golden braids decorating the arms, legs, and chests. He waited anxiously in his room- for Lenalaith to finish.
He could hear that the preparations were ready; people were waiting anxiously for the prince and the guest of honor. Finally, Legolas could stand it no longer, he walked to Lenalaith's bedroom and knocked on the door.
"Are you ready, yet?" he asked nervously, fiddling with his fingers.
"Wait, impatient one," she called from behind the door. A minute later she opened the door.
Legolas's eyes widened, "You look like... the flame of the sea."
That was the first time that Lenalaith smiled, "Thank you. I shall take that as a compliment, but I must say, I have never heard of the flame of the sea."
Legolas blushed, but smiled upon seeing Lenalaith's smile. He held out his hand, which she took and he led her to the top of the stairs. They waited there for a moment, looking down at all the elves, which in turn were all looking at Lenalaith.
Lenalaith was looking particularly lovely on this evening. Her hair was up in the back, with a golden elanor flower comb; her face bare with just the color of the rose in full bloom on her lips; her body, adorned with a beautiful golden colored dress, simple, traditional with her skirt flowing slightly away from her body; her feet wearing simple shoes that matched her dress. She smiled only slightly as Legolas led her down the stairs to the center table. King Thranduil made a speech, and then everyone feasted. It was then that Lenalaith noticed a line of elves, all holding silver harps. As soon as she turned her gaze, they started playing. Elves started dancing, and Lenalaith sat watching the beautiful immortals being happy and cheerful. She sighed, 'How I wish...' she thought. She tried to keep the thoughts out of her head, but one kept coming into her mind- 'Legolas.' She glanced over at him, and noticed he was staring intently at her. He rose from his chair and walked to her.
"May I have this dance?" Legolas asked her, reaching for her hand.
"I thought you would never ask." Legolas smiled and took her hand, leading her to the center of the ballroom. Lenalaith put her left arm on his shoulder, and her right hand in his left and he put his right arm on her hip. They swayed back and forth to the music, Legolas pulling her ever closer, until their cheeks could touch. Lenalaith sighed happily, it was the first time she could remember being happy- truly happy.