((Author's note: Finally, I have gotten to the fifth chapter.
Enjoy.))
Firith held her head with a certain aspect of royalty. She glanced over at Nilwen, who was twitching nervously. She always had hated being around other elves in large groups. She was more of the type who could sit on a stone in the middle of a peaceful lake and meditate. Firith now turned her regard to the advancing company of Mirkwood Elves. How their attire blended with the surrounding vista. Celeborn and Galdriel stood ever so dazzling in their silver and white ensemble. She could see now King Thranduil and his son riding upon two snow-white stallions. They gently cantered up to the dais upon which the Lord and Lady stood. King Thranduil dismounted gracefully and kissed the hand of the Lady of Light. Prince Legolas alighted from his steed with much deftness. He too greeted the Lady in the same fashion.
"Thranduil and company, we have looked to your coming with much foresight. We are honored to receive such noble guests in our Golden Wood," Lady Galadriel voiced.
"Aye, as we have looked forth to our arrival. Many miles lay in distance between our fair realms. Let us not be parted in spirit, come, we bring gifts from our fair land of Mirkwood."
Thranduil motioned for several attendants to fetch an inlaid chest. They retrieved and set it upon the pedestal. Inside were three resplendent crowns for the royalty. The King of Mirkwood placed the crowns upon the heads of Galadriel, Firithfalas, and Celeborn.
"I am afraid I have brought no crown or pendant for the young maiden here," he informed. Then he turned to Nilwen. He presented her with a magnificent bow. "Fair elf, I endow you with a refined Mirkwood bow, crafted by our skillful elves. May it serve you well."
The Lady of Light then spoke, "Thranduil, you must be weary from your journey, come and feast with us. Let all elves dine together."
As the entourage of elves arrived at the tables, they awaited until Galadriel had been seated before they rested in their chairs. Many courses of fine pheasant and grouse were served, along with many secondary dishes of pastries and sweets. The feast guests conversed with each other and the royal table discussed the upcoming threat of Mordor. Firith and Nilwen discoursed to themselves quietly.
"More arrived than I had originally expected," Firith stated truthfully.
"Aye, tis true there are many. I must go in a while to attend to the wounded elf, he shall be expecting food soon. Maybe it is just my thought, but Thranduil's son seems to be somewhat haughty. Perhaps it is a misjudgment," Nilwen concluded.
"I noticed that myself, but his companions are quite handsome. If I had a choice, I would choose the quiet one in the corner. He seems rather docile."
"Then perhaps you shall talk with him tonight Firith."
"Possibly, but later during the promenade."
After the feast the dance began, and Nilwen slipped off to visit to the suffering archer. As she drew near to Firith's chamber stairway, a hand grasped her shoulder and pulled her into the dark. There was no cry, nor a struggle of power. Only silence and dead silence. The maiden cautiously opened her eyes. There seated upon a footstool, was Haldir.
((Author's note: Well, now what is he up to? Just wait and see, after you keep reviewing. Thank you Leopard Dance for your support. Take care until our next meeting, or whenever I get my arse in gear with the next chaper.))
Firith held her head with a certain aspect of royalty. She glanced over at Nilwen, who was twitching nervously. She always had hated being around other elves in large groups. She was more of the type who could sit on a stone in the middle of a peaceful lake and meditate. Firith now turned her regard to the advancing company of Mirkwood Elves. How their attire blended with the surrounding vista. Celeborn and Galdriel stood ever so dazzling in their silver and white ensemble. She could see now King Thranduil and his son riding upon two snow-white stallions. They gently cantered up to the dais upon which the Lord and Lady stood. King Thranduil dismounted gracefully and kissed the hand of the Lady of Light. Prince Legolas alighted from his steed with much deftness. He too greeted the Lady in the same fashion.
"Thranduil and company, we have looked to your coming with much foresight. We are honored to receive such noble guests in our Golden Wood," Lady Galadriel voiced.
"Aye, as we have looked forth to our arrival. Many miles lay in distance between our fair realms. Let us not be parted in spirit, come, we bring gifts from our fair land of Mirkwood."
Thranduil motioned for several attendants to fetch an inlaid chest. They retrieved and set it upon the pedestal. Inside were three resplendent crowns for the royalty. The King of Mirkwood placed the crowns upon the heads of Galadriel, Firithfalas, and Celeborn.
"I am afraid I have brought no crown or pendant for the young maiden here," he informed. Then he turned to Nilwen. He presented her with a magnificent bow. "Fair elf, I endow you with a refined Mirkwood bow, crafted by our skillful elves. May it serve you well."
The Lady of Light then spoke, "Thranduil, you must be weary from your journey, come and feast with us. Let all elves dine together."
As the entourage of elves arrived at the tables, they awaited until Galadriel had been seated before they rested in their chairs. Many courses of fine pheasant and grouse were served, along with many secondary dishes of pastries and sweets. The feast guests conversed with each other and the royal table discussed the upcoming threat of Mordor. Firith and Nilwen discoursed to themselves quietly.
"More arrived than I had originally expected," Firith stated truthfully.
"Aye, tis true there are many. I must go in a while to attend to the wounded elf, he shall be expecting food soon. Maybe it is just my thought, but Thranduil's son seems to be somewhat haughty. Perhaps it is a misjudgment," Nilwen concluded.
"I noticed that myself, but his companions are quite handsome. If I had a choice, I would choose the quiet one in the corner. He seems rather docile."
"Then perhaps you shall talk with him tonight Firith."
"Possibly, but later during the promenade."
After the feast the dance began, and Nilwen slipped off to visit to the suffering archer. As she drew near to Firith's chamber stairway, a hand grasped her shoulder and pulled her into the dark. There was no cry, nor a struggle of power. Only silence and dead silence. The maiden cautiously opened her eyes. There seated upon a footstool, was Haldir.
((Author's note: Well, now what is he up to? Just wait and see, after you keep reviewing. Thank you Leopard Dance for your support. Take care until our next meeting, or whenever I get my arse in gear with the next chaper.))
