*Thanks to all my reviewers! And to Evening Nightshade, I would'nt've
killed the twins, I would've gotten revenge in a truly horrible way, as
Deidre ends up doing. (Note: I need help for her revenge. I must involve
the Tricksy Trio's help, as well as spiders, but otherwise, take the idea
and run a marathon with it. Post your ideas in your reviews!)
*Oh, and if any of you go to Councilofelrond.com and read their fanfics, please read An Aussie in King Aragorn's Court, by Nimrodelsong. Bit of Legolas/OC and Boromir/OC romance (Spoiler: they're in love with the same girl).
*This Chapter: Clash of the Cultures. What happens when Deidre and Legolas meet?
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"May I present the Lady Deidre and Lords Elladan and Elrohir of Imladris?" came the steward's voice as they stepped into the room. Deidre wished she had been given time to change out of her riding outfit, but there was no sense in fussing over things out of your control.
"Welcome to Mirkwood," King Thranduil said. "I hope your journey was pleasant."
"It was fine," Deidre replied. "Thank you for your hospitality." Elladan and Elrohir murmured in agreement.
"You're welcome. I see that you and the twins are tired from your trip. Might I suggest you bathe and rest, then join my family and I for dinner? You have had the luck to arrive on the night of our spring feast, so there will be much merriment."
"We would be pleased to accept your suggestion," Deidre said cordially. Best to play it safe for now, until she got the measure of them.
A servant led them to their rooms, and Deidre took relish in the hot bath that awaited her. When she was done, she got dressed, donning the outfit she had packed in the event of an occasion like this. When she was done, she looked at herself in the mirror and smiled. Everything was going perfectly according to plan.
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"Stop fidgeting," Aralith said to his younger brother as they waited in the hall. "You're acting like you've got poison ivy."
"Sorry," Legolas replied. He was nervous. What would the visitors from Imladris be like?
He didn't have to wait long for an answer. At that moment, Deidre, followed by the twins, walked into the hall. The twins were dressed alike in robes of dark blue with sliver trim, but Deidre stood out like a rose among irises.
She was dressed in her favorite dress, an emerald green velvet with wide sleeves and a neckline just low enough to be flirty. Her mithril and ruby necklace that she had received for her coming-of-age was fastened around her neck, and a delicate diadem of silver and emeralds was atop her head.
Legolas gasped. She was beautiful. He could hear the murmurs of everyone in the hall as she walked toward his father.
Deidre smiled inwardly as she walked to where King Thranduil was sitting. Things were turning out better than she had expected. Her grandmother had taught her a little secret for visiting other realms on behalf of your home: impress them with everything you've got. It was why she and Finrod had caused such a big stir in Doriath, Galadriel had explained. Deidre had taken this advice to heart, and that was why she had dressed so finely for the feast.
"Good evening, Lady Deidre," the king said warmly. "Allow me to introduce my children. Directly beside me is Celebross, the eldest, and next to him is Aralith. Standing near Aralith is Legolas, my youngest son, and next to him is Princess Laerlend, my only daughter and youngest child." The princes bowed as their names were said, and Laerlend curtsied.
Deidre curtsied in reply, but said nothing. She looked at the princes. Celebross was a lot like his father, it seemed, but Aralith, well, there was an uneasiness about him, Deidre wasn't sure why. The princess Laerlend seemed all sugar and sweetness, the kind of little girl who would play tea party all day long if she could. She saw Prince Legolas. He had a fidgety air about him, as if formality bothered him, and Deidre could sense a certain uneasiness regarding her, as well.
Deidre was good at reading others. A fidget of the hand, a glance toward the side, all told quite a bit about the person. But she also took great care to ensure that she was not read, as well. She had often been teased by others, and they got even worse if they sensed emotion, so she had learned to hide her feelings, only letting them show when she was around those she trusted most. That had earned her the nickname "ice maiden," but she didn't mind. She cared not for what her tormentors thought.
They were seated for the feast, and Deidre was placed next to Prince Legolas at the table, but paid no attention to him, and talking with Elladan and Elrohir instead. She was wary of him, and she wanted to find out more about him before she made her next move. Calculation was essential when one was visiting a foreign land, especially one where the ruler may or may not be trying to fix you up with one of his sons, she mused.
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*Next Chapter: Dancing, and the twins find out Aralith's little secret. *hee hee*
*Oh, and if any of you go to Councilofelrond.com and read their fanfics, please read An Aussie in King Aragorn's Court, by Nimrodelsong. Bit of Legolas/OC and Boromir/OC romance (Spoiler: they're in love with the same girl).
*This Chapter: Clash of the Cultures. What happens when Deidre and Legolas meet?
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"May I present the Lady Deidre and Lords Elladan and Elrohir of Imladris?" came the steward's voice as they stepped into the room. Deidre wished she had been given time to change out of her riding outfit, but there was no sense in fussing over things out of your control.
"Welcome to Mirkwood," King Thranduil said. "I hope your journey was pleasant."
"It was fine," Deidre replied. "Thank you for your hospitality." Elladan and Elrohir murmured in agreement.
"You're welcome. I see that you and the twins are tired from your trip. Might I suggest you bathe and rest, then join my family and I for dinner? You have had the luck to arrive on the night of our spring feast, so there will be much merriment."
"We would be pleased to accept your suggestion," Deidre said cordially. Best to play it safe for now, until she got the measure of them.
A servant led them to their rooms, and Deidre took relish in the hot bath that awaited her. When she was done, she got dressed, donning the outfit she had packed in the event of an occasion like this. When she was done, she looked at herself in the mirror and smiled. Everything was going perfectly according to plan.
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"Stop fidgeting," Aralith said to his younger brother as they waited in the hall. "You're acting like you've got poison ivy."
"Sorry," Legolas replied. He was nervous. What would the visitors from Imladris be like?
He didn't have to wait long for an answer. At that moment, Deidre, followed by the twins, walked into the hall. The twins were dressed alike in robes of dark blue with sliver trim, but Deidre stood out like a rose among irises.
She was dressed in her favorite dress, an emerald green velvet with wide sleeves and a neckline just low enough to be flirty. Her mithril and ruby necklace that she had received for her coming-of-age was fastened around her neck, and a delicate diadem of silver and emeralds was atop her head.
Legolas gasped. She was beautiful. He could hear the murmurs of everyone in the hall as she walked toward his father.
Deidre smiled inwardly as she walked to where King Thranduil was sitting. Things were turning out better than she had expected. Her grandmother had taught her a little secret for visiting other realms on behalf of your home: impress them with everything you've got. It was why she and Finrod had caused such a big stir in Doriath, Galadriel had explained. Deidre had taken this advice to heart, and that was why she had dressed so finely for the feast.
"Good evening, Lady Deidre," the king said warmly. "Allow me to introduce my children. Directly beside me is Celebross, the eldest, and next to him is Aralith. Standing near Aralith is Legolas, my youngest son, and next to him is Princess Laerlend, my only daughter and youngest child." The princes bowed as their names were said, and Laerlend curtsied.
Deidre curtsied in reply, but said nothing. She looked at the princes. Celebross was a lot like his father, it seemed, but Aralith, well, there was an uneasiness about him, Deidre wasn't sure why. The princess Laerlend seemed all sugar and sweetness, the kind of little girl who would play tea party all day long if she could. She saw Prince Legolas. He had a fidgety air about him, as if formality bothered him, and Deidre could sense a certain uneasiness regarding her, as well.
Deidre was good at reading others. A fidget of the hand, a glance toward the side, all told quite a bit about the person. But she also took great care to ensure that she was not read, as well. She had often been teased by others, and they got even worse if they sensed emotion, so she had learned to hide her feelings, only letting them show when she was around those she trusted most. That had earned her the nickname "ice maiden," but she didn't mind. She cared not for what her tormentors thought.
They were seated for the feast, and Deidre was placed next to Prince Legolas at the table, but paid no attention to him, and talking with Elladan and Elrohir instead. She was wary of him, and she wanted to find out more about him before she made her next move. Calculation was essential when one was visiting a foreign land, especially one where the ruler may or may not be trying to fix you up with one of his sons, she mused.
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*Next Chapter: Dancing, and the twins find out Aralith's little secret. *hee hee*
