Elerian, you crack me up! Did I mention I love writing this story? Ok, now to a feast, since I feel like writing one, plus there's one in the book so hah! Oh yeah, more of the characters from the fellowship will be introduced in this chapter.
*Aniron's POV*
Chapter 5. A Random Book Justified Feast (^_^ hehe)
Since someone (*cough*Elerian*cough*) did not mention what happened to me just before I burst into our room let me enlighten you. I had just heard Legolas' voice screaming at me about something, I decided it would be best if I left, and quickly. Unfortunately, Aragorn did not seem to understand I was in major trouble, and that Legolas would probably kill me. 'Umm, Aragorn? Would you mind letting go of me?' I asked in my most polite panicked voice. 'Am I hurting you?' he asked, his amazing grey eyes widening in apology. 'Well, you aren't hurting me, but I have a feeling Legolas might,' I replied glancing over at the rapidly approaching elf. 'Oh, right!' the ranger stammered releasing me instantly. I took off like a shot straight for our room, with an angry elven prince on my tail. Okay, now that everyone is properly enlightened on the situation I was facing beforehand, we can now move on with the story.
Still amazed that I was not harmed in anyway, considering Legolas' previous state, I pranced into a large room that looked like a dressing chamber, complete with full-length mirrors and a vanity. Hundreds of gorgeous gowns in every color known to man or elf were hanging on the walls. I rubbed my hands together gleefully. Oh, goody this was going to be fun. I quickly found the blue silk gowns that Elerian had mentioned earlier, but there were about fifty of them. I leafed through dress after dress finding only pale blue gowns that strongly reminded me of either wedding gowns or nightgowns, eww. As I reached the final gown, I found a sight that greeted sore eyes and practically screamed wear me! Wear me!
After half an hour of primping in the mirrors, I emerged from the dressing room, stepping elegantly out into the main suite. Elerian was seated on a red velvet chair, examining a map of Middle Earth, upside-down. 'About time you came out of there, you took long enough,' she scolded mockingly before grinning at me. We both burst into giggles just looking at each other; this was way too good to be true! Just as we finished laughing a soft knock came at the door, followed by two voices. 'How do I look? Am I presentable?' 'Legolas?' 'Yes, Aragorn?' 'Shut up.' 'You shut up!'
I opened the door to find a quarreling Legolas and Aragorn, and both of them looked extremely hot! It was Aragorn who first came to his wits and manners. 'Good evening Lady A...a...' he started, but then got an eyeful of what I was wearing. My midnight-blue gown shimmered with tiny rhinestones like stars. It had a full skirt that tapered at the waist. Thin gauzy sleeves rested on my shoulders, holding up the dress effortlessly. Did I mention the very low cut front? Perhaps that was why Aragorn was gaping in such an ungentlemanly manor.
Legolas nodded his slight approval at my new attire, before announcing why they had come. 'We have come to escort you to a feast, which is to be held tonight by the Lord Elrond.' Elerian stepped forward and took the blonde elf's arm, flirting terribly, 'Please, lead the way.' I rolled my eyes at my friend's antics, watching as she fluttered her eyes. 'Elerian, do you have something in your eye?' Legolas asked in amusement as I snickered in the background. My friend sent me a look of death before flouncing out of the room with Legolas in tow. Aragorn seemed to have regained his senses, and offered me his arm politely, 'Shall we go, my lady?' I smiled approvingly, 'Just let me grab a cloak, it's awfully chilly out there.' Where in Eru's name did that come from? I'm starting to sound like an old woman from the twenties! Oh well, whatever. After finding said cloak, I draped it around my shoulders and headed out into the night air, not being able to believe my outstanding luck.
Aragorn lead me through countless beautiful gardens and pagodas, commenting on a certain flower or the stars every once in a while. I only half-heard his comments; I was enraptured by the amazing scenery. 'Wow, I can't believe it. This is all real.' I murmured, gazing at the waterfalls that surrounded the valley. The ranger stared at me in surprise for a moment, 'Of course this is all real,' he chuckled, 'Did you think that Rivendell was just an imaginary place?' As he laughed at his own joke, I forced a smile, I had thought their world was imaginary, but I couldn't tell him that.
Finally we arrived in the hall where the feast was to be taking place, though only a few of the guests had arrived, including Legolas and Elerian who scowled at us for being later than them. Aragorn released my arm and I removed my cloak, placing it on a...coat rack? The fact that Middle-Earth had coat racks never ceasing to amaze me, I glanced about the room for other unusual objects from my world. Nothing else seemed out of place, so I decided to sit down at the table. Two seconds after I had sat down, a curly head popped out from underneath the tablecloth and I almost screamed.
'Hello!' the hobbit said in the most adorable Scottish accent I had ever heard, 'I'm Peregrin Took, what's your name?' I just stared at him for a while, and before I could respond a voice from under the tablecloth hissed, 'Pippin! What are you doing?' A second curly head popped out from under the table, and then saw me and introduced himself. 'Meriadoc Brandybuck at your service my lady.' He straightened himself out and came out from under that table, bowing a little. Pippin tried to do the same, but hit his head on the table when he moved to sit up and fell back down, cursing.
I laughed at this, but suddenly I could feel a powerful presence enter the room and I silenced immediately. Lord Elrond swept over the room with his dark grey eyes narrowed, before smiling and seating himself at the head of the table. Merry and Pippin disappeared under the table once more, and reappeared in their respective seats across from me. Elerian sat down on my left side, and Aragorn sat at my right. The remaining guests filed into their appropriate seats, and just as Elrond was about to start the feast, Arwen waltzed into the room.
My eyes immediately narrowed in intense dislike. Arwen had never been my favorite character in the books, and I had liked her even less in the movie. She was a part-stealing incompetent who only sat around and sewed all day long. Elerian noticed my tenseness and muttered 'Down girl' trying to prevent me from tackling Elrond's daughter and ripping her hair out. At that moment, Aragorn put his hand on mine, and everything else in the room seemed to disappear. I forgot all about Arwen, and that I was in Middle-Earth.
The ranger leaned closer to me, putting a gentle hand on my chin and tilting my face up to look at his. We were only millimeters apart when I realized something. 'Um, Aragorn? Do you get the impression that everyone is staring at us?' I whispered, and we both looked up to see an interesting sight. Elerian was giggling uncontrollably and Legolas was glaring at Aragorn, across the table Merry and Pippin were smirking, but the person that frightened me most was Elrond. The elf lord now closely resembled a volcano about to erupt. Oh dear, I'm in deep trouble.
Author's Note: Hehe, I wonder what will happen next? Tag! You're it Elerian!
