((Author's note- actually I have none now. Are you not lucky or
what?))
Firith sprinted out of the room, and Nilwen stood by the wounded elf. 'Is he dead? He has not moved at all.' Suddenly the archer moaned and attempted to rotate, but Nilwen's delicate hand stopped his efforts. He opened his eyelids to reveal two emerald eyes gazing at her. He wanted to say something but the maiden hushed him quietly. Firith burst through the door with three servants. All of which were carrying warm water and linen. Nilwen drenched the cloth in the water and attended the wound. Several splinters of a shaft were wedged in, and she had to pull each one loose with her hands. The archer said nothing and did not move. After dressing the laceration, she bound it with clean white bandages. She offered the elf some cold water, of which he gladly accepted.
"Now you must rest. Please do not strive to get up, for it will slow the healing," Nilwen commanded.
"Thank you milady, I will do as you bid."
"I must now avert my attention to the arrival of King Thranduil and his company. I shall return to bring you food, but until then rest."
"I shall."
Nilwen and Firith walked out of the door, and fled down to Nilwen's chambers. They had but a half hour to ready themselves. There was no time for a washing, they had to quickly clean up and get into their garments. Firith chose for herself a dragging blue gown with precious stones attached. Nilwen selected a simple low cut green gown. She helped Firith with her golden hair by putting it up into an elaborate queue. Firith brushed out Nilwen's lengthy brown hair. As they looked at themselves in the mirror, neither could believe that it was them.
"This is really not what I am used to," Nilwen commented.
"You will get used to it. Just because you never wear dresses, does not mean that you will not learn to."
"It is impossible to walk in this though."
"Do not walk as if you are in breeches, short delicate strides should suffice."
Nilwen murmured something under her breath. Horns in the distance could be perceived. The company was arriving. Firith smoothed out her dress, then gracefully walked out the door. Nilwen, however, was still muttering and she picked up the ends of her dress and raised them to a manageable length. 'Damn it, and I am supposed to dance in this? Dear Valar save my reputation!' With that she dashed out the door and ran down the stairway. She almost collided with Galadriel, who was passing by Nilwen's chamber stairs. Galadriel glared suspiciously at the unrefined maiden. Nilwen felt her mind screaming, 'you idiot! There goes your esteem. Run right into the Lady of Light, good job klutz.'
"I am so very sorry milady, I knew not that you were passing. I would never have, I apologize in deepest regret Your Majesty."
"Say no more, just achieve your manners. And what is wrong with your dress. Put it down for Valar's sake!" Galadriel demanded.
"Yes milady."
"Now come, we go to meet King Thranduil. Do not disappoint me. Firithfalas has already proven herself worthy of her title, now work on yours."
Nilwen held her head up high and accompanied Galadriel. How she wished she could disappear. 'Damn elven policies, wearing dresses, walking properly, reputations. I am so glad I'm not the niece. Poor Firith.' Galadriel ascended onto her dais and stood luminous to all. Nilwen shuffled over to Firith.
"I'm doomed," Nilwen breathed silently.
((Author's note: Yes now I do have something to say. I received a review asking me to give a little background history of Firithfalas, niece of Galadriel. Well, I guess I will have to fit that in somewhere now won't we? Yesss Preciousss we shall. Also, for anyone who wants to include this in a review, what is this "Mary Sue" nonsense? From the sound of it, I don't want my story to sound like it. Please inform me. Thank you again for all your support.))
Firith sprinted out of the room, and Nilwen stood by the wounded elf. 'Is he dead? He has not moved at all.' Suddenly the archer moaned and attempted to rotate, but Nilwen's delicate hand stopped his efforts. He opened his eyelids to reveal two emerald eyes gazing at her. He wanted to say something but the maiden hushed him quietly. Firith burst through the door with three servants. All of which were carrying warm water and linen. Nilwen drenched the cloth in the water and attended the wound. Several splinters of a shaft were wedged in, and she had to pull each one loose with her hands. The archer said nothing and did not move. After dressing the laceration, she bound it with clean white bandages. She offered the elf some cold water, of which he gladly accepted.
"Now you must rest. Please do not strive to get up, for it will slow the healing," Nilwen commanded.
"Thank you milady, I will do as you bid."
"I must now avert my attention to the arrival of King Thranduil and his company. I shall return to bring you food, but until then rest."
"I shall."
Nilwen and Firith walked out of the door, and fled down to Nilwen's chambers. They had but a half hour to ready themselves. There was no time for a washing, they had to quickly clean up and get into their garments. Firith chose for herself a dragging blue gown with precious stones attached. Nilwen selected a simple low cut green gown. She helped Firith with her golden hair by putting it up into an elaborate queue. Firith brushed out Nilwen's lengthy brown hair. As they looked at themselves in the mirror, neither could believe that it was them.
"This is really not what I am used to," Nilwen commented.
"You will get used to it. Just because you never wear dresses, does not mean that you will not learn to."
"It is impossible to walk in this though."
"Do not walk as if you are in breeches, short delicate strides should suffice."
Nilwen murmured something under her breath. Horns in the distance could be perceived. The company was arriving. Firith smoothed out her dress, then gracefully walked out the door. Nilwen, however, was still muttering and she picked up the ends of her dress and raised them to a manageable length. 'Damn it, and I am supposed to dance in this? Dear Valar save my reputation!' With that she dashed out the door and ran down the stairway. She almost collided with Galadriel, who was passing by Nilwen's chamber stairs. Galadriel glared suspiciously at the unrefined maiden. Nilwen felt her mind screaming, 'you idiot! There goes your esteem. Run right into the Lady of Light, good job klutz.'
"I am so very sorry milady, I knew not that you were passing. I would never have, I apologize in deepest regret Your Majesty."
"Say no more, just achieve your manners. And what is wrong with your dress. Put it down for Valar's sake!" Galadriel demanded.
"Yes milady."
"Now come, we go to meet King Thranduil. Do not disappoint me. Firithfalas has already proven herself worthy of her title, now work on yours."
Nilwen held her head up high and accompanied Galadriel. How she wished she could disappear. 'Damn elven policies, wearing dresses, walking properly, reputations. I am so glad I'm not the niece. Poor Firith.' Galadriel ascended onto her dais and stood luminous to all. Nilwen shuffled over to Firith.
"I'm doomed," Nilwen breathed silently.
((Author's note: Yes now I do have something to say. I received a review asking me to give a little background history of Firithfalas, niece of Galadriel. Well, I guess I will have to fit that in somewhere now won't we? Yesss Preciousss we shall. Also, for anyone who wants to include this in a review, what is this "Mary Sue" nonsense? From the sound of it, I don't want my story to sound like it. Please inform me. Thank you again for all your support.))
