"Canyaiel, where have you been?" my mother asked. Oh no! Stupid! She
shall see your sword. I wrapped my cloak closer to me.
"Princess Arwen has asked for my company at the banquet, I must see to her as soon as I can," I said, quoting her. I ran into my chamber, where Calwaiel was standing.
"That was a close one," I said to her, taking my sword and hiding it in the bottom of my trunk. I threw the cloak across the bed. I opened the trunk again and took out my nicest dress. It was deep blue, matching the color of my eyes. Alas, it was quite plain, but I knew if I wore this I would stand out. Everyone else would be dressed in elaborate jewels and ribbons- I would be so different. I laughed to myself gently. I took off my dress and placed my prettier dress on.
I smoothed it out and looked into the mirror, taking my sisters comb as I did so. I combed my hair and began to run out the door.
"Wait for me!" Calwaiel said.
"Oh yes, I forgot to mention- Elladan and Elrohir and Arwen and Prince Legolas of Greenwood asked that we see them at the palace," I said.
"And you could not have told me this earlier?" Calwaiel asked, angry.
I pretended to think for a moment, "No." Then I laughed. Calwaiel let out a breath of anger and I walked out to the palace. Calwaiel walked quickly, trying to catch up to me. I, of course, walked even faster. Then, I saw Arwen waiting at the palace doors. The sun was still shining, though near setting, and no one had come yet.
"Oh, Canyaiel, you have dirtied your dress," Arwen said, disapprovingly.
"Oh, Arwen, you sound like my mother," I said, mockingly. I looked down at my dress, which had a rim of light brown dust on it. I sat on the palace steps and started rubbing the dust off of the rim.
"There, it is lovely now."
Arwen shook her head, "Why must you wear such plain clothes?" It was then that I noticed Arwen wearing a lovely purple dress adorned with clear gems that turned colorful when the light hit it. I noticed my sister, walking slowly toward us, holding up the skirt of her dress so it would not get dirty. She was wearing the dress I had bought for her- which looked even more beautiful now than I had noticed. It was green, dipping off her shoulders, where the sleeves were slit was a gem, and the neckline and dress rim were lined in gold. Arwen sat two steps above me then she took out a comb and started combing my hair.
"Arwen! What are you doing?" I asked.
I could almost imagine her smile as she said, "Combing your hair." After a few minutes of my struggling, Arwen finally managed to fix my hair.
"Oh!" Calwaiel squealed, "Canyaiel! Arwen has managed to work wonders! Your hair is beautiful," Calwaiel said jealously. Arwen handed me a mirror and I looked at myself.
My dark brown hair was naturally straight and long, though not as long as Calwaiel's. She had braided my hair so it looked like a circlet atop my head.
"Thank you, Arwen, it is very beautiful," I said. I looked over at Calwaiel, and felt my eyes stinging with tears of jealously.
"Please excuse me," I said, standing up. I ran through the marble halls, busy with Elves carrying trays of food or instruments, to the nearest bath room. I shut the door and sat down on the cold marble, crying.
"Princess Arwen has asked for my company at the banquet, I must see to her as soon as I can," I said, quoting her. I ran into my chamber, where Calwaiel was standing.
"That was a close one," I said to her, taking my sword and hiding it in the bottom of my trunk. I threw the cloak across the bed. I opened the trunk again and took out my nicest dress. It was deep blue, matching the color of my eyes. Alas, it was quite plain, but I knew if I wore this I would stand out. Everyone else would be dressed in elaborate jewels and ribbons- I would be so different. I laughed to myself gently. I took off my dress and placed my prettier dress on.
I smoothed it out and looked into the mirror, taking my sisters comb as I did so. I combed my hair and began to run out the door.
"Wait for me!" Calwaiel said.
"Oh yes, I forgot to mention- Elladan and Elrohir and Arwen and Prince Legolas of Greenwood asked that we see them at the palace," I said.
"And you could not have told me this earlier?" Calwaiel asked, angry.
I pretended to think for a moment, "No." Then I laughed. Calwaiel let out a breath of anger and I walked out to the palace. Calwaiel walked quickly, trying to catch up to me. I, of course, walked even faster. Then, I saw Arwen waiting at the palace doors. The sun was still shining, though near setting, and no one had come yet.
"Oh, Canyaiel, you have dirtied your dress," Arwen said, disapprovingly.
"Oh, Arwen, you sound like my mother," I said, mockingly. I looked down at my dress, which had a rim of light brown dust on it. I sat on the palace steps and started rubbing the dust off of the rim.
"There, it is lovely now."
Arwen shook her head, "Why must you wear such plain clothes?" It was then that I noticed Arwen wearing a lovely purple dress adorned with clear gems that turned colorful when the light hit it. I noticed my sister, walking slowly toward us, holding up the skirt of her dress so it would not get dirty. She was wearing the dress I had bought for her- which looked even more beautiful now than I had noticed. It was green, dipping off her shoulders, where the sleeves were slit was a gem, and the neckline and dress rim were lined in gold. Arwen sat two steps above me then she took out a comb and started combing my hair.
"Arwen! What are you doing?" I asked.
I could almost imagine her smile as she said, "Combing your hair." After a few minutes of my struggling, Arwen finally managed to fix my hair.
"Oh!" Calwaiel squealed, "Canyaiel! Arwen has managed to work wonders! Your hair is beautiful," Calwaiel said jealously. Arwen handed me a mirror and I looked at myself.
My dark brown hair was naturally straight and long, though not as long as Calwaiel's. She had braided my hair so it looked like a circlet atop my head.
"Thank you, Arwen, it is very beautiful," I said. I looked over at Calwaiel, and felt my eyes stinging with tears of jealously.
"Please excuse me," I said, standing up. I ran through the marble halls, busy with Elves carrying trays of food or instruments, to the nearest bath room. I shut the door and sat down on the cold marble, crying.
