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It was a few hours later when the congregation started to move lazily out of the feasting hall, in small groups. Many were singing and joking, the wine making the clumsy and stupid. They were led down a corridor lined with white flowers and candles, leading them through a path, which ended in the doorway of a circular room. The giant oak doors were pulled back to reveal a comfortable, leisure room, with a giant fireplace in the centre, low to the ground. The hearth stretched out round it with rugs and carpets of red, gold, browns and oranges. Surrounding the wide hearth, sweeping wide over the room, soft squashy armchairs stood welcomingly. Next to most of these were small round tables with games of chess and cards upon their shiny surfaces. Columns of magnificent white marble boarded the room, large elegant silver framed windows were set between each column, allowing the colourful display of sunset in and out of the great room, giving it a glowing affect.
Emeriel walked gracefully through the room, finding a chair to snuggle up in. The day had been weary and she had travelled many miles with her family to reach the wondrous city. King Alator of the Blue Mountains had sent her father as representative, since he was well known and respected by many. She watched curiously as the four hobbits jumbled in, two of them pulling pipes out and preparing them, the other two caught in converse. Ever since she had heard the tale of the Fellowship, the Ring-bearer and his companions from the Shire, she had held a fascination of the halfings. She heard that Gandalf had studied them for many years, and knew them better than anyone. She would go talk to him later.
Emeriel glanced towards the doors and caught the gaze of the elven-prince, Legolas. He had been staring at her through out the feast. She got a tingly strange, fluttering feeling when she looked upon his angelic face. He was one of the most gorgeous looking male beings she had ever looked upon. She was delighted on how the light danced over the golden strands of his hair. His dazzling blue eyes were the brilliant sapphires from the caves of Mount Gundabad. She was transfixed. Smiling happily to herself in her own dream world.
Just then Lord Elrond appeared by the door, and her attention was then swiftly diverted towards him. 'Good people of Middle-earth, friends and strangers. Tonight we hope to make those that are strangers, friend, and those that are friends renown, by joining us in the entertainment. We wish to make you as comfortable and at ease as possible, after the fell happenings, so if there is thing you are in need of, my people are willing to give the service. Let the merry-making begin!' Applause went up throughout the room, and a group of elves appeared with string and wind instruments. They moved into a corner and started to play a sweet melody, soon accompanied by a single, high sweet voice. The voice was enchanting; sending the mind into a whirl of emotions, sleepily awakening lost feelings and plunging the soul into wonderful perfect bliss. It lasted a few minutes before turning into a gliding waltz. Emeriel noticed that an area was being cleared, which was soon scattered with graceful dancing couples. She felt drowsy as she watched their dream like movements, hypnotised by the magical beauty surrounding her.
Her thoughts were abruptly interrupted by a smooth tenor ringing just above her. Those of a sky blue pair, watching her expectantly, then caught her eyes.
'Oh…sorry…excuse me. What did you say?' Emeriel stuttered, feeling extremely stupid. How dappy most she look? Here standing in front of her, not two feet away was the very angel that had been filling her thoughts not a moment ago. Silently she reprimanded herself.
A smile swept across his face, revealing a dimple, which you never would have guessed there. 'It would be an honour, mi'lady, if you would be so kind as to give me the pleasure of a dance with you.' Emeriel did not know whether that was a statement, command or question. But who cares! Here was this gorgeous, hunky elven-prince asking to dance with her, and she was analysing his speech! For god sake girl just say something!
'You may have the honour,' she replied smiling, hoping her voice was not giving away the fact how nervous she felt. She stood up from the chair, taking his proffered arm, and let him lead her to the dance floor. Her arm tingled where his touched hers. She was in heaven already! If it were not for the fact that he was right in front of her, she was sure she would have melted.
Choosing a spot, Lord Legolas wrapped his arm around her waist, sending shivers up her spine, and gentle as a caress took up her hand. Emeriel could not believe she was there. Here she was in the arms of an angel! Not really knowing the steps, she improvised as he led her around the floor, trying not to step on his toes.
His gaze rested upon her face, bringing a slightly uncomfortable feeling. He seemed to be studying her, able see into the depths of her soul. His sapphire eyes trapped hers and she was unable to pull away. She had heard elves eyes could be hypnotic, but who cares. Emeriel could feel his hand resting on her back; it sent tingles through her body. The Prince's grace amazed her, she, herself was half-elven, but she had no comparison to the beautiful gliding creature before her. She hoped she did not look clumsy in his arms.
They danced like this for a long time. How long exacting Emeriel could not guess, for her mind was without concept of it, in the dream of Legolas' arms. Too soon for Emeriel, Legolas stopped the gentle sway of the dance and took his arm from around her. She already missed it, almost pouting.
'Mi'lady, it is rather late, would you let me take you to your chambers. For I fear you Lady-in-waiting is somewhat comfortable where she is,' his luxurious tenor flowed over to her.
'Oh,' seeing Mazy, curled up in an armchair, 'Of course you may, mi'Lord.'
'Just call me Legolas, I don't like formalities,' he replied giving her a knee-buckling smile.
'Then you most also call me Emeriel.'
Legolas smile widened, 'Very well…Emeriel.'
Thank you for reading. Please review! Next chapter coming soon (if reviewed).
It was a few hours later when the congregation started to move lazily out of the feasting hall, in small groups. Many were singing and joking, the wine making the clumsy and stupid. They were led down a corridor lined with white flowers and candles, leading them through a path, which ended in the doorway of a circular room. The giant oak doors were pulled back to reveal a comfortable, leisure room, with a giant fireplace in the centre, low to the ground. The hearth stretched out round it with rugs and carpets of red, gold, browns and oranges. Surrounding the wide hearth, sweeping wide over the room, soft squashy armchairs stood welcomingly. Next to most of these were small round tables with games of chess and cards upon their shiny surfaces. Columns of magnificent white marble boarded the room, large elegant silver framed windows were set between each column, allowing the colourful display of sunset in and out of the great room, giving it a glowing affect.
Emeriel walked gracefully through the room, finding a chair to snuggle up in. The day had been weary and she had travelled many miles with her family to reach the wondrous city. King Alator of the Blue Mountains had sent her father as representative, since he was well known and respected by many. She watched curiously as the four hobbits jumbled in, two of them pulling pipes out and preparing them, the other two caught in converse. Ever since she had heard the tale of the Fellowship, the Ring-bearer and his companions from the Shire, she had held a fascination of the halfings. She heard that Gandalf had studied them for many years, and knew them better than anyone. She would go talk to him later.
Emeriel glanced towards the doors and caught the gaze of the elven-prince, Legolas. He had been staring at her through out the feast. She got a tingly strange, fluttering feeling when she looked upon his angelic face. He was one of the most gorgeous looking male beings she had ever looked upon. She was delighted on how the light danced over the golden strands of his hair. His dazzling blue eyes were the brilliant sapphires from the caves of Mount Gundabad. She was transfixed. Smiling happily to herself in her own dream world.
Just then Lord Elrond appeared by the door, and her attention was then swiftly diverted towards him. 'Good people of Middle-earth, friends and strangers. Tonight we hope to make those that are strangers, friend, and those that are friends renown, by joining us in the entertainment. We wish to make you as comfortable and at ease as possible, after the fell happenings, so if there is thing you are in need of, my people are willing to give the service. Let the merry-making begin!' Applause went up throughout the room, and a group of elves appeared with string and wind instruments. They moved into a corner and started to play a sweet melody, soon accompanied by a single, high sweet voice. The voice was enchanting; sending the mind into a whirl of emotions, sleepily awakening lost feelings and plunging the soul into wonderful perfect bliss. It lasted a few minutes before turning into a gliding waltz. Emeriel noticed that an area was being cleared, which was soon scattered with graceful dancing couples. She felt drowsy as she watched their dream like movements, hypnotised by the magical beauty surrounding her.
Her thoughts were abruptly interrupted by a smooth tenor ringing just above her. Those of a sky blue pair, watching her expectantly, then caught her eyes.
'Oh…sorry…excuse me. What did you say?' Emeriel stuttered, feeling extremely stupid. How dappy most she look? Here standing in front of her, not two feet away was the very angel that had been filling her thoughts not a moment ago. Silently she reprimanded herself.
A smile swept across his face, revealing a dimple, which you never would have guessed there. 'It would be an honour, mi'lady, if you would be so kind as to give me the pleasure of a dance with you.' Emeriel did not know whether that was a statement, command or question. But who cares! Here was this gorgeous, hunky elven-prince asking to dance with her, and she was analysing his speech! For god sake girl just say something!
'You may have the honour,' she replied smiling, hoping her voice was not giving away the fact how nervous she felt. She stood up from the chair, taking his proffered arm, and let him lead her to the dance floor. Her arm tingled where his touched hers. She was in heaven already! If it were not for the fact that he was right in front of her, she was sure she would have melted.
Choosing a spot, Lord Legolas wrapped his arm around her waist, sending shivers up her spine, and gentle as a caress took up her hand. Emeriel could not believe she was there. Here she was in the arms of an angel! Not really knowing the steps, she improvised as he led her around the floor, trying not to step on his toes.
His gaze rested upon her face, bringing a slightly uncomfortable feeling. He seemed to be studying her, able see into the depths of her soul. His sapphire eyes trapped hers and she was unable to pull away. She had heard elves eyes could be hypnotic, but who cares. Emeriel could feel his hand resting on her back; it sent tingles through her body. The Prince's grace amazed her, she, herself was half-elven, but she had no comparison to the beautiful gliding creature before her. She hoped she did not look clumsy in his arms.
They danced like this for a long time. How long exacting Emeriel could not guess, for her mind was without concept of it, in the dream of Legolas' arms. Too soon for Emeriel, Legolas stopped the gentle sway of the dance and took his arm from around her. She already missed it, almost pouting.
'Mi'lady, it is rather late, would you let me take you to your chambers. For I fear you Lady-in-waiting is somewhat comfortable where she is,' his luxurious tenor flowed over to her.
'Oh,' seeing Mazy, curled up in an armchair, 'Of course you may, mi'Lord.'
'Just call me Legolas, I don't like formalities,' he replied giving her a knee-buckling smile.
'Then you most also call me Emeriel.'
Legolas smile widened, 'Very well…Emeriel.'
Thank you for reading. Please review! Next chapter coming soon (if reviewed).
