Chapter 17
The feast was held in the Hall of Light, an ornately decorated hallway circular in shape, with the candlelight reflecting against every surface creating more light than there really was. This feast would be one of great importance to the Prince; it would be the significant turning point, which could change everything. Legolas led Emeriel through the doors, and both stood before the long table of lords that grew silent. Lord Elrond, as usual in the middle, had risen from his chair and was now standing, preparing to speak. "It is of great relief that two of our most dear children have returned to us from the evils that still, after all that we have done, devastate this world. From this turn of events we have now located the area in which the enemy hides; a hunting party will be sent to track down and destroy what is left of them. Let us hope that this is all that still lurks in shadow." He paused gazing at the two elves in front of him. "Do sit and eat Prince of Mirkwood, Maiden of the Blue Mountains, the evening goes on and so does the food and drink."
Legolas took Emeriel round to their seats, which had been placed, on the head table close to Lord Elrond. Settling down, Legolas was delighted to see the hobbits busily eating across on one of the side tables. He had not spoken long with any of them since he last returned and wished to have a word with Master Gamgee. His Highness, King Elessar, Aragorn again sitting next to him, glanced his way before finishing an ending conversation with a Lord next to him. Arwen was seated on his right side, her usual place, and talking to one of her attendants.
Emeriel shifted next to him, only then did he realise that she had not been acquainted with anyone on the table, being quite new court. Seeing Aragorn turn to him with a twinkling eye, he spoke, "Dear Aragorn, you have not met Lady Emeriel, I believe." He gestured to the nervous maiden. "Emeriel this is Aragorn, son of Arathorn." All three stood up and bowed.
"No indeed, my friend, but a pleasure to say the least," he replied, "You will not have to leave too soon I hope, Rivendell is splendid at this time of year and I am sure Arwen would love to have some more company." Legolas's heart dropped, his throat dry, he had not thought that she would need to leave. She would be too far away to travel to easily.
"I would be glad of it myself, my Lord. Though I cannot say when we are due to leave, my father has yet to reveal his plans." Emeriel spoke lightly, then all sat back. Wine was immediately being poured into their glasses, and food placed before their noses. Once again a spectacular feast was spread out before them, their tastebuds and appetites satisfied, and their heads and eyes sleepy and comfortable with wine, red and white with many years vintage.
It was many hours, which lay in peaceful safety and pleasure, before Legolas roused himself enough to get up and start what he had intended. The dancing had just began and unlike last time, it took place in front of the tables, the large floor stretching forward to the doors. A dance he had asked of Emeriel as once before, it had been just as beautiful as the last, and maybe even more special, as it had not been coated with the uncertainty of a new meeting. But at this particular moment, there was something more pressing that needed sorting out.
Giving her a reassuring look and nod, he distangled himself from a conversation and made off to speak to Lord which had now caught his eye. The feast had come to an unofficial end, as lords and ladies left the great hall and returned to their dwellings. Slipping beside Lord Carunden, he spoke, "My Lord, I hope I would not seem too rude asking this, but would I be able to have a quiet word this evening." He hoped he did not sound too nervous, but it seemed at that moment that all of his well-impressed manners and passiveness had just flown out the window.
"Of course, dear boy. If it pleases you, you may come to my chambers at the tenth hour. It is a bit late, and I hope it will not inconvienence you, but there is much needed to be done," Carunden replied, "Oh...I do believe that Mazy has not come this evening. Would you be so kind as to escort Emeriel to her chambers? Only she seems to trust you, and knows few at present that could be more suited to the job."
"Yes my Lord, that would be fine." He left and went distractedly back to Emeriel. It was about time that she went back to her rooms, so taking her hand and excusing both her and himself, he led the Lady through the evening- dusted corridors. At the door he stopped turning to her, a bit nervous. Finally smiling he said, "I'll see you tomorrow, then?"
"Of course", she replied, confused. "Are you all right?" "Yes, of course, why wouldn't I be Lady?" Before she could protest, he took her hand and gave her a kiss goodnight. It was sweet, a little needy, and it touched her for some reason. Her world tipped over again and again. Love pouring through each other. A breath away from each other. Resting their foreheads together Legolas sighed and breathed her in, whispered good night, then giving her a last lingering kiss on her forehead, let her step into her chambers.
Standing for a moment outside Emeriel's chambers Legolas took several deep breaths, remembering the gentle caress of her skin and the whisper of her hair. He started forward striding down the corridor toward Lord Carunden's study.
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The feast was held in the Hall of Light, an ornately decorated hallway circular in shape, with the candlelight reflecting against every surface creating more light than there really was. This feast would be one of great importance to the Prince; it would be the significant turning point, which could change everything. Legolas led Emeriel through the doors, and both stood before the long table of lords that grew silent. Lord Elrond, as usual in the middle, had risen from his chair and was now standing, preparing to speak. "It is of great relief that two of our most dear children have returned to us from the evils that still, after all that we have done, devastate this world. From this turn of events we have now located the area in which the enemy hides; a hunting party will be sent to track down and destroy what is left of them. Let us hope that this is all that still lurks in shadow." He paused gazing at the two elves in front of him. "Do sit and eat Prince of Mirkwood, Maiden of the Blue Mountains, the evening goes on and so does the food and drink."
Legolas took Emeriel round to their seats, which had been placed, on the head table close to Lord Elrond. Settling down, Legolas was delighted to see the hobbits busily eating across on one of the side tables. He had not spoken long with any of them since he last returned and wished to have a word with Master Gamgee. His Highness, King Elessar, Aragorn again sitting next to him, glanced his way before finishing an ending conversation with a Lord next to him. Arwen was seated on his right side, her usual place, and talking to one of her attendants.
Emeriel shifted next to him, only then did he realise that she had not been acquainted with anyone on the table, being quite new court. Seeing Aragorn turn to him with a twinkling eye, he spoke, "Dear Aragorn, you have not met Lady Emeriel, I believe." He gestured to the nervous maiden. "Emeriel this is Aragorn, son of Arathorn." All three stood up and bowed.
"No indeed, my friend, but a pleasure to say the least," he replied, "You will not have to leave too soon I hope, Rivendell is splendid at this time of year and I am sure Arwen would love to have some more company." Legolas's heart dropped, his throat dry, he had not thought that she would need to leave. She would be too far away to travel to easily.
"I would be glad of it myself, my Lord. Though I cannot say when we are due to leave, my father has yet to reveal his plans." Emeriel spoke lightly, then all sat back. Wine was immediately being poured into their glasses, and food placed before their noses. Once again a spectacular feast was spread out before them, their tastebuds and appetites satisfied, and their heads and eyes sleepy and comfortable with wine, red and white with many years vintage.
It was many hours, which lay in peaceful safety and pleasure, before Legolas roused himself enough to get up and start what he had intended. The dancing had just began and unlike last time, it took place in front of the tables, the large floor stretching forward to the doors. A dance he had asked of Emeriel as once before, it had been just as beautiful as the last, and maybe even more special, as it had not been coated with the uncertainty of a new meeting. But at this particular moment, there was something more pressing that needed sorting out.
Giving her a reassuring look and nod, he distangled himself from a conversation and made off to speak to Lord which had now caught his eye. The feast had come to an unofficial end, as lords and ladies left the great hall and returned to their dwellings. Slipping beside Lord Carunden, he spoke, "My Lord, I hope I would not seem too rude asking this, but would I be able to have a quiet word this evening." He hoped he did not sound too nervous, but it seemed at that moment that all of his well-impressed manners and passiveness had just flown out the window.
"Of course, dear boy. If it pleases you, you may come to my chambers at the tenth hour. It is a bit late, and I hope it will not inconvienence you, but there is much needed to be done," Carunden replied, "Oh...I do believe that Mazy has not come this evening. Would you be so kind as to escort Emeriel to her chambers? Only she seems to trust you, and knows few at present that could be more suited to the job."
"Yes my Lord, that would be fine." He left and went distractedly back to Emeriel. It was about time that she went back to her rooms, so taking her hand and excusing both her and himself, he led the Lady through the evening- dusted corridors. At the door he stopped turning to her, a bit nervous. Finally smiling he said, "I'll see you tomorrow, then?"
"Of course", she replied, confused. "Are you all right?" "Yes, of course, why wouldn't I be Lady?" Before she could protest, he took her hand and gave her a kiss goodnight. It was sweet, a little needy, and it touched her for some reason. Her world tipped over again and again. Love pouring through each other. A breath away from each other. Resting their foreheads together Legolas sighed and breathed her in, whispered good night, then giving her a last lingering kiss on her forehead, let her step into her chambers.
Standing for a moment outside Emeriel's chambers Legolas took several deep breaths, remembering the gentle caress of her skin and the whisper of her hair. He started forward striding down the corridor toward Lord Carunden's study.
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