(A/N: All haters of Mary-Sues, GET OUT BEFORE IT GETS UGLY!)
Someone shook Hedregon. He looked up to see two more Elves. The first one had thin platinum blonde hair, a silvery-green tunic and a kind face. The second one was very cheery, and she had straight blonde hair and a blue dress.
"You are invited to join the Lady Galadriel for supper," The first Elf told Hedregon before introducing himself, "I am Unongleal, and this is Mela." Mela smiled sweetly and nodded her head.
"I thank you for waking me," Hedregon said, "Shall I follow you?"
Unongleal grinned and began walking, "You are a human, then?"
"Without much choice. I was born this way."
"I am sorry." He did truly sound sorry, also, even though Hedregon had been joking. From that point on Unongleal didn't say much to Hedregon; instead he conversed with the other Elf, Mela, in Elvish. Hedregon assumed that they didn't want him to hear what they said, so he escaped to his mental paradise until they woke him from it.
The table was grand and long; marble yet dozens of feet in the air. Hedregon looked around for Rathien. She was sitting near the end, and appeared to be incredibly annoyed about something. If Hedregon didn't know any better, he'd have thought that she was forced to come. When she saw him, however, her eyes lit up once more and she sat upright. Hedregon went to sit down by her, with Unongleal and Mela following.
"Greetings, Lise," said Unongleal cheerfully, sitting down beside her, "What is the matter?"
"What is always the matter: Galadriel. Why does she do this to me?"
"What is it now?" Unongleal asked, more seriously.
Lisiael choked. "Tyuiwn, and my quiver, my bow, my knives . . ."
"What did she do?" By now Unongleal's face was very serious.
"She de - destroyed them." Rathien answered, clearly trying hard to keep a straight face.
"Oh, Lise . . ." Unongleal put his hand on Rathien's shoulder. She nodded and suddenly became very interested in her wine glass.
Unongleal sighed and turned back to Mela as Anna entered the scene, picking out Rathien and sitting down on the other side of her.
"You are here, alive and well! This is good news indeed."
"I'd rather be dead," Rathien answered. "Promise me you'll talk to me later."
"I promise." Just then a chime rang, and Hedregon quickly took his seat across the table from Rathien. She seemed to be startled by this, and nervously went back to making circles on the rim of her wine glass.
"I told you it was fate," he whispered hoarsely to her.
She looked up and met his eyes, and Hedregon only fell in love with her all over again. She smiled shyly, "You did."
"Would you like to leave?"
Rathien trustfully nodded her head, and the two slipped off into the darkening shelter of the trees.
Someone shook Hedregon. He looked up to see two more Elves. The first one had thin platinum blonde hair, a silvery-green tunic and a kind face. The second one was very cheery, and she had straight blonde hair and a blue dress.
"You are invited to join the Lady Galadriel for supper," The first Elf told Hedregon before introducing himself, "I am Unongleal, and this is Mela." Mela smiled sweetly and nodded her head.
"I thank you for waking me," Hedregon said, "Shall I follow you?"
Unongleal grinned and began walking, "You are a human, then?"
"Without much choice. I was born this way."
"I am sorry." He did truly sound sorry, also, even though Hedregon had been joking. From that point on Unongleal didn't say much to Hedregon; instead he conversed with the other Elf, Mela, in Elvish. Hedregon assumed that they didn't want him to hear what they said, so he escaped to his mental paradise until they woke him from it.
The table was grand and long; marble yet dozens of feet in the air. Hedregon looked around for Rathien. She was sitting near the end, and appeared to be incredibly annoyed about something. If Hedregon didn't know any better, he'd have thought that she was forced to come. When she saw him, however, her eyes lit up once more and she sat upright. Hedregon went to sit down by her, with Unongleal and Mela following.
"Greetings, Lise," said Unongleal cheerfully, sitting down beside her, "What is the matter?"
"What is always the matter: Galadriel. Why does she do this to me?"
"What is it now?" Unongleal asked, more seriously.
Lisiael choked. "Tyuiwn, and my quiver, my bow, my knives . . ."
"What did she do?" By now Unongleal's face was very serious.
"She de - destroyed them." Rathien answered, clearly trying hard to keep a straight face.
"Oh, Lise . . ." Unongleal put his hand on Rathien's shoulder. She nodded and suddenly became very interested in her wine glass.
Unongleal sighed and turned back to Mela as Anna entered the scene, picking out Rathien and sitting down on the other side of her.
"You are here, alive and well! This is good news indeed."
"I'd rather be dead," Rathien answered. "Promise me you'll talk to me later."
"I promise." Just then a chime rang, and Hedregon quickly took his seat across the table from Rathien. She seemed to be startled by this, and nervously went back to making circles on the rim of her wine glass.
"I told you it was fate," he whispered hoarsely to her.
She looked up and met his eyes, and Hedregon only fell in love with her all over again. She smiled shyly, "You did."
"Would you like to leave?"
Rathien trustfully nodded her head, and the two slipped off into the darkening shelter of the trees.
