Elves were starting to sit at the table. The Lord and Lady were sitting
next to each other at the head of the table, and Lord Thranduil and Legolas
sitting at the opposite end. Arwen sat next to her mother and Elladan next
to his father. There was one seat open for Elrohir next to Elladan and one
more seat at the opposite end next to Lord Thranduil. I walked to the
opposite end, feeling alone, and moved my arms as if I was going to pull
out the chair. I heard a slight groan. My hands were resting on top of it
when I heard a voice.
"Allow me." It was Legolas. He walked over and took the chair out. I was willing to bet all my money that Lord Thranduil had made him do it.
"Thank you," I replied. I glanced over at Lord Thranduil, who gave me a great smile, then at my sister. She was staring intently at Prince Legolas. I rolled my eyes. I suppose she saw me, because her mouth formed a slight 'O'. I could feel the glares of angry Elves on me. Everything was my fault! I could feel my eyes water and I quickly wiped them, hoping no one would notice. I felt a hand gently touch my arm.
"Miss, are you all right?" Lord Thranduil whispered.
I smiled falsely, "Yes, Lord, thank you for asking." Luckily, at that moment, the food was brought out and I did not need to speak. Chatter resumed after the food was brought, fortunately nothing which was directed to or concerned me. After the dinner was over, the Elves continued dancing. I walked toward the door, glancing backwards and hoping no one would notice, and I walked outside. No one came. I was thankful, but also hurt. I wished to be alone- but when no one came, I realized that I really was alone in the world. I was an outsider, an exile, a pariah, a recluse. But now, I really felt the pain of it.
I sat leaning against a pillar. I balanced my elbow on my leg and gently curled my fingers over. I took my other arm and placed it inside my fingers then closed. It felt comforting. I sighed unhappily and started to twirl my hair in my fingers. I expect that no body noticed I was not there. I walked out into the meadow. It was almost as if it was my meadow. I loved it. Now, there was nothing there. I sat down there sadly and closed my eyes. I suppose I fell asleep for when I opened them, the sun was hitting my face. I saw Legolas standing there, impatiently.
"I thought you would never wake. Calwaiel said-"
"I do not care what Calwaiel said!" I shouted back and jumping up, "Calwaiel this, Calwaiel that- Calwaiel is everything! Is Calwaiel the air you breathe- the water you drink?" My voice was dripping with sarcasm. I noticed his cheeks colored just slightly, like the color of the very tips of a rose petal.
"You wish to court her, do you not? It is much too bad that she is too young for courting- we are only 600 years of age. I expect you are- what?"
"627," he answered. It was then that I realized the extent of my rudeness. He was so embarrassed.
"I am sorry," I whispered. Then I walked away.
"Wait!" he called. I turned around, he was just at the edge of the meadow and I was in the forest.
"Come back," he commanded. For some reason, I did as he told.
"You need not treat me as if I was glass, just because I am royalty- I wish you do not treat me like so. Treat me as you would a friend. You need not be sorry. I am the one who should be sorry, and I am."
"You need not be sorry, how were you to know of anything- anything?" I repeated, wanting to go on but feeling as if I couldn't.
"Something is wrong with you, Canyaiel."
My eyes flashed with anger, "What?"
"Oh, I mean, oh!" Legolas blushed, "I meant to say that something is going wrong in your life-"
"No- there-" I snapped back.
"Yes, there is! I know there is. Now, whether or not you will tell me, is something entirely different."
"And why should I? You have been nothing but rude to me since we have met."
"I? Rude?" he asked, smiling dazzlingly.
"Yes," I replied, unaffected by his smile.
"Believe what you want to," he replied, "But, if I am not mistaken, I must teach you how to use a bow." I could feel my eyes light up.
"Oh yes!" I said, smiling, and then my face fell, "But I have no bow, and no arrows."
Legolas smiled, "I thought so," he let out a long fake sigh, "What would a maiden be doing with a bow?"
"Come on, Legolas! You promised!" I said, now angry.
"Fine- fine! Wait here, I shall be back soon." Yeah right. He ran past me out of the meadow. I sighed. He really hated me that much- that he simply could not stand me any longer? I shook my head sadly and started climbing the oldest, tallest tree, with branches so long that they led almost to the other end of the meadow.
I climbed to the top branch that was heavy enough to support me and stood. I could see Legolas running still toward the palace. He finally had gone inside. I sat there, letting the breeze blow gently. After a moment or so, I saw Legolas running back, holding a large amount of items. He entered the forest and I could only see flecks of blonde through the trees. I started climbing down just a few branches, but was still quite high. I saw him in the meadow, and started crawling toward the end of the branch.
"Canyaiel, where are you?" he asked.
"I am in the tree," I responded, "I want to see you with a bow and arrow."
I could hear him sigh from where I was sitting and I laughed. I could hear him taking the arrow from his quiver, but could not see him. I crept closer to the tip of the branch, wanting to see if he hit the target. I felt the branch dipping down as I crawled, but did not think anything of it. Suddenly, I felt the branch cracking, and I tried to crawl back, but it did not work.
I started falling- down, down, down. I could not help but thinking- 'So this is what it is like to fly. How lovely!' Well, it would be if I was not falling so far. Everything was happening so fast, before I even reached the ground I felt a strong prick of pain in my arm and then I hit the ground. Legolas ran over, looking down at me.
"What are you waiting for- get help, Lencundu!" I said, crying out the last sensible thought I could. Everything turned black.
"Allow me." It was Legolas. He walked over and took the chair out. I was willing to bet all my money that Lord Thranduil had made him do it.
"Thank you," I replied. I glanced over at Lord Thranduil, who gave me a great smile, then at my sister. She was staring intently at Prince Legolas. I rolled my eyes. I suppose she saw me, because her mouth formed a slight 'O'. I could feel the glares of angry Elves on me. Everything was my fault! I could feel my eyes water and I quickly wiped them, hoping no one would notice. I felt a hand gently touch my arm.
"Miss, are you all right?" Lord Thranduil whispered.
I smiled falsely, "Yes, Lord, thank you for asking." Luckily, at that moment, the food was brought out and I did not need to speak. Chatter resumed after the food was brought, fortunately nothing which was directed to or concerned me. After the dinner was over, the Elves continued dancing. I walked toward the door, glancing backwards and hoping no one would notice, and I walked outside. No one came. I was thankful, but also hurt. I wished to be alone- but when no one came, I realized that I really was alone in the world. I was an outsider, an exile, a pariah, a recluse. But now, I really felt the pain of it.
I sat leaning against a pillar. I balanced my elbow on my leg and gently curled my fingers over. I took my other arm and placed it inside my fingers then closed. It felt comforting. I sighed unhappily and started to twirl my hair in my fingers. I expect that no body noticed I was not there. I walked out into the meadow. It was almost as if it was my meadow. I loved it. Now, there was nothing there. I sat down there sadly and closed my eyes. I suppose I fell asleep for when I opened them, the sun was hitting my face. I saw Legolas standing there, impatiently.
"I thought you would never wake. Calwaiel said-"
"I do not care what Calwaiel said!" I shouted back and jumping up, "Calwaiel this, Calwaiel that- Calwaiel is everything! Is Calwaiel the air you breathe- the water you drink?" My voice was dripping with sarcasm. I noticed his cheeks colored just slightly, like the color of the very tips of a rose petal.
"You wish to court her, do you not? It is much too bad that she is too young for courting- we are only 600 years of age. I expect you are- what?"
"627," he answered. It was then that I realized the extent of my rudeness. He was so embarrassed.
"I am sorry," I whispered. Then I walked away.
"Wait!" he called. I turned around, he was just at the edge of the meadow and I was in the forest.
"Come back," he commanded. For some reason, I did as he told.
"You need not treat me as if I was glass, just because I am royalty- I wish you do not treat me like so. Treat me as you would a friend. You need not be sorry. I am the one who should be sorry, and I am."
"You need not be sorry, how were you to know of anything- anything?" I repeated, wanting to go on but feeling as if I couldn't.
"Something is wrong with you, Canyaiel."
My eyes flashed with anger, "What?"
"Oh, I mean, oh!" Legolas blushed, "I meant to say that something is going wrong in your life-"
"No- there-" I snapped back.
"Yes, there is! I know there is. Now, whether or not you will tell me, is something entirely different."
"And why should I? You have been nothing but rude to me since we have met."
"I? Rude?" he asked, smiling dazzlingly.
"Yes," I replied, unaffected by his smile.
"Believe what you want to," he replied, "But, if I am not mistaken, I must teach you how to use a bow." I could feel my eyes light up.
"Oh yes!" I said, smiling, and then my face fell, "But I have no bow, and no arrows."
Legolas smiled, "I thought so," he let out a long fake sigh, "What would a maiden be doing with a bow?"
"Come on, Legolas! You promised!" I said, now angry.
"Fine- fine! Wait here, I shall be back soon." Yeah right. He ran past me out of the meadow. I sighed. He really hated me that much- that he simply could not stand me any longer? I shook my head sadly and started climbing the oldest, tallest tree, with branches so long that they led almost to the other end of the meadow.
I climbed to the top branch that was heavy enough to support me and stood. I could see Legolas running still toward the palace. He finally had gone inside. I sat there, letting the breeze blow gently. After a moment or so, I saw Legolas running back, holding a large amount of items. He entered the forest and I could only see flecks of blonde through the trees. I started climbing down just a few branches, but was still quite high. I saw him in the meadow, and started crawling toward the end of the branch.
"Canyaiel, where are you?" he asked.
"I am in the tree," I responded, "I want to see you with a bow and arrow."
I could hear him sigh from where I was sitting and I laughed. I could hear him taking the arrow from his quiver, but could not see him. I crept closer to the tip of the branch, wanting to see if he hit the target. I felt the branch dipping down as I crawled, but did not think anything of it. Suddenly, I felt the branch cracking, and I tried to crawl back, but it did not work.
I started falling- down, down, down. I could not help but thinking- 'So this is what it is like to fly. How lovely!' Well, it would be if I was not falling so far. Everything was happening so fast, before I even reached the ground I felt a strong prick of pain in my arm and then I hit the ground. Legolas ran over, looking down at me.
"What are you waiting for- get help, Lencundu!" I said, crying out the last sensible thought I could. Everything turned black.
