LOVE'S CHANCE AT FATE



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Chapter Six: Meeting the Prince



Sacre walked quickly outside of the palace, and gave the guards at the entrance a nod. She ran back to where she thought the stables were, and got turned around somehow on the way there. It hadn't been long since her father, Huore's brother, had taken his family on a visit here. Her father's friend, a member of the Royal Guard, had invited them to stay awhile. The Arandur brothers had both once been members. 'Brothers of the Guard', they were often called.

Sacre stopped and looked around, thinking she heard something or someone not too far off. She stood, listening intently in the thickness of the wood.

Nothing.

Sacre traced back her steps on the path and came out on the other side to see a middle-aged-looking Elf waiting where she had come out. He hadn't been there before.

"Hello," she said, feeling slightly odd.

"Greetings! Are you Lady Sacre?" He offered.

"Yes... who are you?" She asked him.

"I am a friend of your father's and Houre. Pray tell me, is he here on a visit?" He asked kindly.

"No, I am afraid not, just me. I had news to bring King Thranduil from my uncle and aunt, Lord Houre and Lady Elwen."

"Just you then?" He asked, rather surprised at a female all alone.

"Yes, just me. I am looking for the stables, I'm afraid I left my saddlebags there with my horse. Could you tell me how to get there?"

"I can show you if you'd like. It isn't too far away." He offered his arm, and she took it.

"Thank you. I did get a little turned around back there. What were you waiting for?" She asked, trying to keep his interest.

"I was waiting for a pupil. He has an assessment today, and should be finishing in the next ten minutes or so." They approached a large stable with green vines that had wound themselves around it, as if supporting the stable itself.

"This way." He led them in. There were horses on both sides of the stable. Towards the end of the large room she saw Lasset standing comfortably near the feed box in her stall.

"Hello, my friend." Sacre petted her nose and rubbed her neck. The horse nudged her hands. Sacre went to the wall where Lasset's saddle and bridle were kept with her saddle bags. She opened one of the bags and pulled out a lump of sugar and some green herbs. She held them out to the horse, who took them readily. Sacre went back to the wall and took two of the three bags off the wall and slung them over her shoulder.

"Thank you for showing me the way." She gave Lasset one last pat and the two elves walked out of the stables.

"It was no problem malady. Would you like an escort back to the palace? My pupil should be done any minute now. I have to go back to through the course to see how well he did. I'm sure he wouldn't mind."

"All right, if you're sure he wouldn't mind," she jested.

They went back to the entrance of the trail and waited. Soon enough, Legolas came bounding out on the path and halted when he saw his mentor and Sacre.

"I have finished, Feilen." He panted. Then he looked from his mentor to the Lady, who caught his eye.

"I'm sorry for not introducing myself malady. I am Legolas Greenleaf, I don't believe we have met." he bowed his head, an elvish custom of respect.

"No, I am afraid we have not. I am Sacre, daughter of Yulous Arandur." She curtsied with a smile. "I am afraid I haven't the best of news for you regarding my cousin, Vilisse Arandur." Legolas' expression seemed somewhat indifferent.

"Well, why don't you two go back to the palace and get ready for dinner? I will be back up myself in an hour's time. Legolas, would you mind showing the Lady back to her quarters?" Feilen asked.

"I wouldn't mind at all." He responded.

When they were far enough away that the keen ears of Feilen would not hear them, Legolas broke the silence.

"What news have you brought of Lady Vilisse? She is all right, I hope?" He asked, concern showing beneath his same piercing eyes.

"Well, we don't know if she is all right. She took flight, and no one has been able to find her. I came to tell the King of this, so to save you the trip to our home." Legolas walked along silently, his brow furrowed in thought. They came up to the entrance of the palace cave, and the guards merely moved aside when they saw their Prince. The great doors opened with the King's magic. He led her down the winding stone hallways until they reached a door that looked vaugly familiar to Sacre.

"Here is my stop. Thank you, your Highness, for leading me back."

"It was no problem. Will you be joining us for dinner?" He asked.

"If I am invited, I will come. My stomach has emptied since this morning."

"Consider yourself invited. I will send for you. Goodbye, for the moment." He smiled.

"For the moment." She watched him walk back down the hallway. He seemed nice enough, and rather attractive too. Sacre couldn't think of why Vilisse couldn't have given him a chance. But then again, Vilisse would do whatever she wanted, no matter what anyone else thought.






Translations:

Vilisse: (meaning in Quenya) a person's "spirit", meaning his or her general personality and attitude.



Huore: Heart-vigor, aggressive in the ways of the heart (traditional spelled with two dots above the e, however my computer doesn't know the codes).



Istima: Knowledge, learned.



Elwen: Hearted- to have heart.



Arandur: A King's servant, Steward.



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