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Chapter 4
In Honor
The next morning, Moreliniel was awakened by Nutarliwen entering her chambers.
Moreliniel moaned when the handmaid opened her thick curtains, letting in a radiant sunlight.
She rolled over and sat up. She rubbed her eyes and looked down at herself. She had not changed from the night before. The dress was now wrinkled and clung to her body even more...if that was possible.
Nutarliwen walked over to her with a smile.
"Sleep well my lady?"
Moreliniel tried to put on a pleasant smile as she nodded her head.
She stood and caught a glance of herself in the long view mirror.
"By the Valar...I never thought it possible for me to look more hideous. But now, I believe I can truly argue that." She said with a sigh.
Nutarliwen laughed softly.
"I believe it to be impossible for you to look one bit hideous my lady..." She began as she walked over to the bed and started to make it.
"...And if you do not believe me at that, you can ask the prince yourself. You merely have been through a lot."
Moreliniel turned to the maiden at what she had just said. She blushed slightly and clasped her hands behind her back.
"Does...does the prince truly think me pretty?" She questioned.
Nutarliwen let out a sarcastic snort.
"Pretty? I heard him mouth to my husband just today that he thought you one of the most gorgeous creatures he has ever seen..." At this she finished making the bed and turned to Moreliniel with a smile.
"And the prince has seen much mind you."
Moreliniel couldn't help the little playgirl smile that crept onto her lips.
She instantly tried to make it vanished, but only managed to make it grow.
Nutarliwen laughed when she saw her go red in the face.
"The prince came by this morning." She said as she walked to a door and opened it up into a huge closet full of beautiful dresses of all colors.
Moreliniel's mouth opened in shock as she walked over to the closet.
"What for?" She questioned as she fingered one of the dresses.
"Well, King Thranduil has announced that Legolas is to be wed tomorrow. He came to escort you to the main hall, but I told him you were exhausted, and so he went on his own. I have just returned from there myself."
Moreliniel looked at her.
"What happened?"
Nutarliwen Pulled out a dress and made a face before the placed it back where it was.
"Uh, many rejoiced." She said as she pulled out another.
"Many? But not all?" Moreliniel questioned as she leaned upon the doorframe with her arms crossed.
Nurtarliwen glanced at her. She saw that she held an amused smile.
"Aye my lady. You have indeed managed to make a very many maidens go green with jealousy." She chuckled before she turned back to her searching.
"Ah, here we are." She pulled out a lovely maroon colored dress, and turned to Moreliniel.
Moreliniel smiled in approval.
"Tis a bit more modest. I thank thee."
Nutarliwen laughed.
"Yes well, hurry up now. I must get you bathed and ready."
"For what?" Moreliniel questioned as Nutarliwen pushed her out of the closet and into the bathing room.
"There is a great feast being prepared in yours and Legolas' honor. You mustn't keep them waiting."
Moreliniel sighed.
But it was not a bothersome sigh, but a sigh trying to release the butterflies that fluttered in her stomach. At the mention of the prince's name.
~*~*~*~
Legolas walked down the halls slowly to his wife's chambers.
He wondered why his father had made the chambers at all. He had always imagined his wife sharing his bed with him.
Legolas was almost thankful his father had made them...for Moreliniel's sake. But silently inside, he hoped one day she would come to him...and share his bed as he had always dreamed.
Legolas sighed when he reached her door. He extended his hand and knocked loudly.
~*~
Moreliniel looked up from the mirror she was admiring Nutarliwen's magical work in.
Her stomach knotted up as she watched her handmaiden walked slowly to the door.
Moreliniel turned back to the mirror for one last check.
She didn't know how, but somehow Nutarliwen had managed to transform her ogre appearance, into a somewhat radiant one.
The maiden had sat and brushed out her long dark hair till it shimmered. Realizing just how beautiful it was, she had then refused to do anything to her hair, but pin some back out of her eyes with a Mallron flower clip.
Her skin had been washed so it softened, and her cheeks had flushed from the hot water, now they stayed a natural pinkish tint. Her full lips were topped with a clear liquid that soon brought out the redness in them and made them look most irresistible.
The dress was indeed beautiful, and did its part. Twas not so revealing as the one before. It went low, but cut straight across her chest and did not show much cleavage. The sleeves went down and opened in slits, revealing other colors of purple and pink.
The dress went down fight to her hips, where there it rolled off of her curves beautifully.
Moreliniel liked this dress. It also brought out a tint of redness in her hair.
And by the look on prince Legolas' face, he was thinking all that...and more.
When Nutarliwen opened the door fully to him, Moreliniel turned and looked at him.
Instantly Legolas felt his heart stop, and his breath caught in his throat.
He had not prepared himself enough for this. She looked so care free, so beautiful. He all of a sudden felt a longing to run his fingers through her long, silky hair.
Moreliniel took in the sight of him. He wore a silver tunic, with darker gray leggings. A silver cape was draped over one shoulder, and the same star pendant hung in the middle of his brow.
Ami smiled at him.
She could tell he was taken aback and felt flattered.
He was indeed the most handsome Elf she had ever seen.
"Shall we go melamin?" She questioned.
Legolas started at the endearment.
A smile spread on his face.
Moreliniel's knees felt week. His smile was soft and beautiful. And there was something different in it. No male Elf had ever looked at her that way.
It made her feel warm and safe.
"Aye, let us go." Legolas held out his hand, and she reached forward and took it with a smile.
Legolas took her hand and linked his arm with hers. They turned and walked out of the room.
Moreliniel quickly glanced back and mouthed 'Thank you' to Nutarliwen. Nutarliwen smiled at her brightly, and nodded her head. Moreliniel had a feeling her and the handmaiden would become very good friends.
"I am sorry I could not accompany you this morning." Moreliniel said politely. For some reason, she had a confidence in her. She felt pretty, and it seemed to give her strength. Especially after Legolas' reaction.
"Tis fine Morel. My father made the announcement with pride."
Moreliniel smiled at how he shortened her name.
"Will there be many here tonight?" She questioned when they turned the corner to be greeted by many voices coming from the massive dinning hall.
"All of the kingdom." Legolas said simply.
Moreliniel stopped short and Legolas turned to her with concern etched in his handsome features.
"Morel?"
Moreliniel swallowed hard.
"T-the ENTIRE kingdom?" She stuttered out.
Legolas broke out into a smile and laughed lightly.
"Fear not mela, you will be fine." Legolas began to lead her again as Moreliniel nodded her head.
They appeared in the door way and trumpets sounded before an announcer announced loudly...
"The prince Legolas, and his bride to be...Lady Moreliniel!"
All eyes went to them and Legolas felt Moreliniel quiver.
He tightened his grip on her hand in reassurance.
Moreliniel let out a sigh and forced a merry smile upon her face. What was a kingdom to think, when their prince enters with a bride-to-be that holds a sour expression on her face?
Legolas began to walk down the massive stairs that led into the richly large dinning hall.
Moreliniel glanced over at him.
His head was held high and his walk was proud. She could tell he had done this many times. He indeed looked like a prince.
She began to feel herself loosen up and her smile became more free as she took each step with her husband.
Despite the very many eyes that watched them, her smile became all together free when her eyes found a very happy Thranduil, standing with a look of pride on his face.
Legolas indeed himself felt proud. With such a beauty on his arm, what Elf wouldn't? He caught the gaze of his friends, and they smiled widely with approval.
Legolas laughed softly and Moreliniel looked at him.
He only smiled at her, and she returned it.
Moreliniel ventured a glance around, and caught some very nasty glares from a group of fair maiden's nearby.
Moreliniel's smile faltered and she cast her gaze to the floor.
Legolas saw this and looked over in the direction of the group of she- Elves.
They were all shocked by the glare he gave them, and they all found something more interesting to look at.
Legolas reached over and lifted her chin.
"You have not the need to look down in shame anymore Morel, for you are mine. And I bear that prize with honor."
Moreliniel's eyes shone with tears as she looked up at him.
Praise be to the Valar for giving her such a gift. Such a wonderful Elf. She knew she did not deserve him, and it was for that reason she praised them so.
They reached the table that bore the tall Thranduil and Legolas bowed respectfully to his father. Moreliniel followed with a slight curtsy.
"Come my children...sit and be merry, for come tomorrow eve, you shall be wed and live happily ever after...till the end of your days."
Legolas smiled at Moreliniel, and she did her best at smiling back.
The end of the days of an Elf is a terribly long time. She wondered how it would fair for them being together. And would they truly make it to the end of their days?
Legolas led her to a seat and pulled out the chair for her to sit.
She sat and he helped her scoot in. He then took the seat between her and Thranduil.
Thranduil then sat and with a wave of his hand many Elf servants came walking in with plate upon endless plate of delicious foods.
Morelniniel smiled excitedly at the wine filler who filled her wine glass with the wonderful liquid.
Legolas laughed at her. She looked like a child receiving gifts on its birthday.
The dinner was going on merrily with joyous laughter and much food.
Moreliniel felt herself getting more and more relaxed. She was truly enjoying herself, when Thranduil stood and cleared his throat.
All eyes went to him, and he smiled broadly.
"A toast! To my son Legolas, and to his beautiful bride-to-be. I pray upon thee many happy days and a blessed marriage, in hopes she will bring as much joy to your life Legolas...as your mother did once for me."
Everyone raised their glass with a cheer of "To Legolas and Moreliniel!" and then drank.
Legolas raised his glass and drank as well, but Moreliniel did not. Could she really bring joy to his life? She doubted it. He was stuck with her for all eternity.
'...you are mine. And I bear that prize with honor.'
Legolas' words that he had said only moments before came to her head.
Moreliniel picked up her glass with a smile and raised it before taking a nice big gulp.
Chapter 4
In Honor
The next morning, Moreliniel was awakened by Nutarliwen entering her chambers.
Moreliniel moaned when the handmaid opened her thick curtains, letting in a radiant sunlight.
She rolled over and sat up. She rubbed her eyes and looked down at herself. She had not changed from the night before. The dress was now wrinkled and clung to her body even more...if that was possible.
Nutarliwen walked over to her with a smile.
"Sleep well my lady?"
Moreliniel tried to put on a pleasant smile as she nodded her head.
She stood and caught a glance of herself in the long view mirror.
"By the Valar...I never thought it possible for me to look more hideous. But now, I believe I can truly argue that." She said with a sigh.
Nutarliwen laughed softly.
"I believe it to be impossible for you to look one bit hideous my lady..." She began as she walked over to the bed and started to make it.
"...And if you do not believe me at that, you can ask the prince yourself. You merely have been through a lot."
Moreliniel turned to the maiden at what she had just said. She blushed slightly and clasped her hands behind her back.
"Does...does the prince truly think me pretty?" She questioned.
Nutarliwen let out a sarcastic snort.
"Pretty? I heard him mouth to my husband just today that he thought you one of the most gorgeous creatures he has ever seen..." At this she finished making the bed and turned to Moreliniel with a smile.
"And the prince has seen much mind you."
Moreliniel couldn't help the little playgirl smile that crept onto her lips.
She instantly tried to make it vanished, but only managed to make it grow.
Nutarliwen laughed when she saw her go red in the face.
"The prince came by this morning." She said as she walked to a door and opened it up into a huge closet full of beautiful dresses of all colors.
Moreliniel's mouth opened in shock as she walked over to the closet.
"What for?" She questioned as she fingered one of the dresses.
"Well, King Thranduil has announced that Legolas is to be wed tomorrow. He came to escort you to the main hall, but I told him you were exhausted, and so he went on his own. I have just returned from there myself."
Moreliniel looked at her.
"What happened?"
Nutarliwen Pulled out a dress and made a face before the placed it back where it was.
"Uh, many rejoiced." She said as she pulled out another.
"Many? But not all?" Moreliniel questioned as she leaned upon the doorframe with her arms crossed.
Nurtarliwen glanced at her. She saw that she held an amused smile.
"Aye my lady. You have indeed managed to make a very many maidens go green with jealousy." She chuckled before she turned back to her searching.
"Ah, here we are." She pulled out a lovely maroon colored dress, and turned to Moreliniel.
Moreliniel smiled in approval.
"Tis a bit more modest. I thank thee."
Nutarliwen laughed.
"Yes well, hurry up now. I must get you bathed and ready."
"For what?" Moreliniel questioned as Nutarliwen pushed her out of the closet and into the bathing room.
"There is a great feast being prepared in yours and Legolas' honor. You mustn't keep them waiting."
Moreliniel sighed.
But it was not a bothersome sigh, but a sigh trying to release the butterflies that fluttered in her stomach. At the mention of the prince's name.
~*~*~*~
Legolas walked down the halls slowly to his wife's chambers.
He wondered why his father had made the chambers at all. He had always imagined his wife sharing his bed with him.
Legolas was almost thankful his father had made them...for Moreliniel's sake. But silently inside, he hoped one day she would come to him...and share his bed as he had always dreamed.
Legolas sighed when he reached her door. He extended his hand and knocked loudly.
~*~
Moreliniel looked up from the mirror she was admiring Nutarliwen's magical work in.
Her stomach knotted up as she watched her handmaiden walked slowly to the door.
Moreliniel turned back to the mirror for one last check.
She didn't know how, but somehow Nutarliwen had managed to transform her ogre appearance, into a somewhat radiant one.
The maiden had sat and brushed out her long dark hair till it shimmered. Realizing just how beautiful it was, she had then refused to do anything to her hair, but pin some back out of her eyes with a Mallron flower clip.
Her skin had been washed so it softened, and her cheeks had flushed from the hot water, now they stayed a natural pinkish tint. Her full lips were topped with a clear liquid that soon brought out the redness in them and made them look most irresistible.
The dress was indeed beautiful, and did its part. Twas not so revealing as the one before. It went low, but cut straight across her chest and did not show much cleavage. The sleeves went down and opened in slits, revealing other colors of purple and pink.
The dress went down fight to her hips, where there it rolled off of her curves beautifully.
Moreliniel liked this dress. It also brought out a tint of redness in her hair.
And by the look on prince Legolas' face, he was thinking all that...and more.
When Nutarliwen opened the door fully to him, Moreliniel turned and looked at him.
Instantly Legolas felt his heart stop, and his breath caught in his throat.
He had not prepared himself enough for this. She looked so care free, so beautiful. He all of a sudden felt a longing to run his fingers through her long, silky hair.
Moreliniel took in the sight of him. He wore a silver tunic, with darker gray leggings. A silver cape was draped over one shoulder, and the same star pendant hung in the middle of his brow.
Ami smiled at him.
She could tell he was taken aback and felt flattered.
He was indeed the most handsome Elf she had ever seen.
"Shall we go melamin?" She questioned.
Legolas started at the endearment.
A smile spread on his face.
Moreliniel's knees felt week. His smile was soft and beautiful. And there was something different in it. No male Elf had ever looked at her that way.
It made her feel warm and safe.
"Aye, let us go." Legolas held out his hand, and she reached forward and took it with a smile.
Legolas took her hand and linked his arm with hers. They turned and walked out of the room.
Moreliniel quickly glanced back and mouthed 'Thank you' to Nutarliwen. Nutarliwen smiled at her brightly, and nodded her head. Moreliniel had a feeling her and the handmaiden would become very good friends.
"I am sorry I could not accompany you this morning." Moreliniel said politely. For some reason, she had a confidence in her. She felt pretty, and it seemed to give her strength. Especially after Legolas' reaction.
"Tis fine Morel. My father made the announcement with pride."
Moreliniel smiled at how he shortened her name.
"Will there be many here tonight?" She questioned when they turned the corner to be greeted by many voices coming from the massive dinning hall.
"All of the kingdom." Legolas said simply.
Moreliniel stopped short and Legolas turned to her with concern etched in his handsome features.
"Morel?"
Moreliniel swallowed hard.
"T-the ENTIRE kingdom?" She stuttered out.
Legolas broke out into a smile and laughed lightly.
"Fear not mela, you will be fine." Legolas began to lead her again as Moreliniel nodded her head.
They appeared in the door way and trumpets sounded before an announcer announced loudly...
"The prince Legolas, and his bride to be...Lady Moreliniel!"
All eyes went to them and Legolas felt Moreliniel quiver.
He tightened his grip on her hand in reassurance.
Moreliniel let out a sigh and forced a merry smile upon her face. What was a kingdom to think, when their prince enters with a bride-to-be that holds a sour expression on her face?
Legolas began to walk down the massive stairs that led into the richly large dinning hall.
Moreliniel glanced over at him.
His head was held high and his walk was proud. She could tell he had done this many times. He indeed looked like a prince.
She began to feel herself loosen up and her smile became more free as she took each step with her husband.
Despite the very many eyes that watched them, her smile became all together free when her eyes found a very happy Thranduil, standing with a look of pride on his face.
Legolas indeed himself felt proud. With such a beauty on his arm, what Elf wouldn't? He caught the gaze of his friends, and they smiled widely with approval.
Legolas laughed softly and Moreliniel looked at him.
He only smiled at her, and she returned it.
Moreliniel ventured a glance around, and caught some very nasty glares from a group of fair maiden's nearby.
Moreliniel's smile faltered and she cast her gaze to the floor.
Legolas saw this and looked over in the direction of the group of she- Elves.
They were all shocked by the glare he gave them, and they all found something more interesting to look at.
Legolas reached over and lifted her chin.
"You have not the need to look down in shame anymore Morel, for you are mine. And I bear that prize with honor."
Moreliniel's eyes shone with tears as she looked up at him.
Praise be to the Valar for giving her such a gift. Such a wonderful Elf. She knew she did not deserve him, and it was for that reason she praised them so.
They reached the table that bore the tall Thranduil and Legolas bowed respectfully to his father. Moreliniel followed with a slight curtsy.
"Come my children...sit and be merry, for come tomorrow eve, you shall be wed and live happily ever after...till the end of your days."
Legolas smiled at Moreliniel, and she did her best at smiling back.
The end of the days of an Elf is a terribly long time. She wondered how it would fair for them being together. And would they truly make it to the end of their days?
Legolas led her to a seat and pulled out the chair for her to sit.
She sat and he helped her scoot in. He then took the seat between her and Thranduil.
Thranduil then sat and with a wave of his hand many Elf servants came walking in with plate upon endless plate of delicious foods.
Morelniniel smiled excitedly at the wine filler who filled her wine glass with the wonderful liquid.
Legolas laughed at her. She looked like a child receiving gifts on its birthday.
The dinner was going on merrily with joyous laughter and much food.
Moreliniel felt herself getting more and more relaxed. She was truly enjoying herself, when Thranduil stood and cleared his throat.
All eyes went to him, and he smiled broadly.
"A toast! To my son Legolas, and to his beautiful bride-to-be. I pray upon thee many happy days and a blessed marriage, in hopes she will bring as much joy to your life Legolas...as your mother did once for me."
Everyone raised their glass with a cheer of "To Legolas and Moreliniel!" and then drank.
Legolas raised his glass and drank as well, but Moreliniel did not. Could she really bring joy to his life? She doubted it. He was stuck with her for all eternity.
'...you are mine. And I bear that prize with honor.'
Legolas' words that he had said only moments before came to her head.
Moreliniel picked up her glass with a smile and raised it before taking a nice big gulp.