((Author's note- my many apologies to not writing more. I have been
most preoccupied. Enough said, and here is the next chapter of Maidens of
Lorien.))
Firith shut the door behind her with the four elves following her. They had come when Nilwen had screamed. The maiden shook her head in disbelief and beckoned the company to leave her. She sat down and began to meditate. 'How could Nilwen lie to me? I though we trusted each other through thick and thin. Why?' Many of these thoughts pierced her so harshly. Firith stood up and smoothed out her dress and walked towards the banquet once more.
"Milady?" a voice came from behind her.
"Who is there? And what do you want of me?" Firith questioned a slight startle in her dialect.
"Allow me to proper introduce myself, I am Legolas son of Thranduil. I wished to speak with you. Perhaps a saunter this evening?"
"My lord, I apologize deeply for not recognizing you sooner, but you gave me a fright as I did not hear you."
Legolas smiled and made a sort of innocent laugh. He offered his hand, and escorted her to the feast. As they walked into view of the ball, Legolas kissed her hand and whispered, "meet me by the crystal waters at midnight." With that he leapt off into the night. Firith could not move. It was as if a blow had been parried in her near vision. She shook her head and wandered gracefully into the presence of the banquet guests. Lady Galadriel was speaking to King Thranduil, as Lord Celeborn was speaking to Haldir. Firith sung under her breath the lovely melody of the Summer's Gale. Her mother would sing that to her often as a small child. 'How I miss you, it is if the last leaf has fallen and I am left with but a song to remember you by.' Three thousand years ago Firith's mother had been taken by orcs and mercilessly slain. Only memories now existed of her mum. Of her fair golden hair and her radiant sea blue eyes. Her voice was that of the robin, soft and sweet.
"Firithfalas, please come here. I wish to speak with you." No other could resist this voice. The Lady of Light has a way with words. Even to the hardest of hearts.
"Yes your eminence."
"Your heart is troubled as is your mind, come sit and talk."
The two walked over to a trestle and sat by the lake. Firith told her what was on her mind, except the thought of Nilwen. After the in depth conversation, the two departed and entered the feast. Galadriel strolled to her dais again, while Firith turned her direction towards the food. With her plate in hand and her food already settled upon it, she went to the tables where the Mirkwood elves sat. 'How splendid they are, such manners and many shining faces that I am blessed to be in the company of.' She smiled towards the male elves and sat herself upon a small bench. Immediately the elves turned their attention to the beauty who now stayed at their dining table.
"Milady, come sit closer and dine with us," a rather handsome elf offered his outstretched arm.
Firith moved herself closer and began to talk with them. "May I inquire your names my lords?"
The elf that she had pointed out to Nilwen earlier in the evening spoke. "I am Donturion, a sentry for the King and Prince Legolas, these are my fellow guards. Enfuinion, Airelonnion, and Imurion. Now may I return the question towards you?"
"Of course, I am Firithfalas, but please call me Firith."
"We are honored by your presence Firith, now may I ask thee for a dance?" With that she lightly stood up and accepted his strong arm. As they began to dance the company of elves and noises of glasses being set upon tables began to fade, leaving but the moon and stars to shine upon the golden trees. She rested her fair head upon his shoulder and departed into a dream. His unwavering arms wrapped around her slender waist. 'I myself am in the midst of a dream, this elf is a figment of my illusion.' Firith touched his neck to prove that it was not a fancy of hers, Donturion was there, and no one else. The night seemed to fly away into darkness.
((Author's note: Thank you for reading, Now please, review or I shan't write any more.))
Firith shut the door behind her with the four elves following her. They had come when Nilwen had screamed. The maiden shook her head in disbelief and beckoned the company to leave her. She sat down and began to meditate. 'How could Nilwen lie to me? I though we trusted each other through thick and thin. Why?' Many of these thoughts pierced her so harshly. Firith stood up and smoothed out her dress and walked towards the banquet once more.
"Milady?" a voice came from behind her.
"Who is there? And what do you want of me?" Firith questioned a slight startle in her dialect.
"Allow me to proper introduce myself, I am Legolas son of Thranduil. I wished to speak with you. Perhaps a saunter this evening?"
"My lord, I apologize deeply for not recognizing you sooner, but you gave me a fright as I did not hear you."
Legolas smiled and made a sort of innocent laugh. He offered his hand, and escorted her to the feast. As they walked into view of the ball, Legolas kissed her hand and whispered, "meet me by the crystal waters at midnight." With that he leapt off into the night. Firith could not move. It was as if a blow had been parried in her near vision. She shook her head and wandered gracefully into the presence of the banquet guests. Lady Galadriel was speaking to King Thranduil, as Lord Celeborn was speaking to Haldir. Firith sung under her breath the lovely melody of the Summer's Gale. Her mother would sing that to her often as a small child. 'How I miss you, it is if the last leaf has fallen and I am left with but a song to remember you by.' Three thousand years ago Firith's mother had been taken by orcs and mercilessly slain. Only memories now existed of her mum. Of her fair golden hair and her radiant sea blue eyes. Her voice was that of the robin, soft and sweet.
"Firithfalas, please come here. I wish to speak with you." No other could resist this voice. The Lady of Light has a way with words. Even to the hardest of hearts.
"Yes your eminence."
"Your heart is troubled as is your mind, come sit and talk."
The two walked over to a trestle and sat by the lake. Firith told her what was on her mind, except the thought of Nilwen. After the in depth conversation, the two departed and entered the feast. Galadriel strolled to her dais again, while Firith turned her direction towards the food. With her plate in hand and her food already settled upon it, she went to the tables where the Mirkwood elves sat. 'How splendid they are, such manners and many shining faces that I am blessed to be in the company of.' She smiled towards the male elves and sat herself upon a small bench. Immediately the elves turned their attention to the beauty who now stayed at their dining table.
"Milady, come sit closer and dine with us," a rather handsome elf offered his outstretched arm.
Firith moved herself closer and began to talk with them. "May I inquire your names my lords?"
The elf that she had pointed out to Nilwen earlier in the evening spoke. "I am Donturion, a sentry for the King and Prince Legolas, these are my fellow guards. Enfuinion, Airelonnion, and Imurion. Now may I return the question towards you?"
"Of course, I am Firithfalas, but please call me Firith."
"We are honored by your presence Firith, now may I ask thee for a dance?" With that she lightly stood up and accepted his strong arm. As they began to dance the company of elves and noises of glasses being set upon tables began to fade, leaving but the moon and stars to shine upon the golden trees. She rested her fair head upon his shoulder and departed into a dream. His unwavering arms wrapped around her slender waist. 'I myself am in the midst of a dream, this elf is a figment of my illusion.' Firith touched his neck to prove that it was not a fancy of hers, Donturion was there, and no one else. The night seemed to fly away into darkness.
((Author's note: Thank you for reading, Now please, review or I shan't write any more.))
