A/N: I am so beyond sorry this has been a long time since I have updated,
but here is a new update.
Disclaimer: See Chapter One
Chapter Eight: The Kings Gaze
Mena staggered as she followed Eomer up to a double oak wood door. He pushed the door open quickly making a breeze go by Mena. She slowly went closer to the door as she went in, as did Eomer. She gazed around at the wonderful building. The bright royal colors lit up in Mena's eyes. The colors of purple, blue, green, gold and white shined over the throne where the king was sitting. Many people inside the area were gathered around the tables and around his throne.
"This is my uncle." Eomer began as he walked closer to the king. "Theoden, this young elf has lost her way it seems."
Mena's eyes filled with worry as she was pushed closer to the king's throne. Mena gave a slight smile to the kind looking man. He slowly stood from his seat and gazed at her. Mena quickly went to the floor, thinking she should bow. She felt a light hand on her chin lifting her from the ground. Her blue eyes were met with two kind grey eyes.
"Child, where have you come from?" He questioned.
Mena turned to Eomer, who had the same question written on his face. Mena turned back to the king.
"I don't know." She replied.
Theoden was taken back as he slowly eased back into his seat. He smiled as Mena stared at him, waiting for him to speak.
"Well, we shall have a feast as we decipher where you are from." He began. "I shall send my best men to search for any kind of elf that would resemble you."
Mena smiled and gave a nod of her head. She stepped down from the small steps that lead to the king. She then turned from him where Eomer was behind her.
"I shall call for a maid, and get you new attire." He said with a smile.
He placed his hand on her shoulder and pushed her along into a hallway. He brought her to a large room. As he opened the door, it revealed a very beautiful darkened room. It was covered in things from the past, things Mena dreamed of.
"Do you like your room?" Eomer questioned.
"Of course!" Mena bluntly said.
Eomer laughed slightly and walked into the room. Mena followed him as she viewed more of the luxurious room.
"I shall call for a maid now." He said.
He walked out of the room, leaving Mena to get adjusted. Mena walked closer to a large four-poster bed. It had many bright colored cloths and blankets.
"Wow," She said.
"Very beautiful, is it not?" A soft voice said behind Mena.
Mena wisped around and saw that a tall skinny female was standing at the door. The lady walked into the room holding a few dresses.
"Yes, it's perfect!" Mena happily stated.
The maid went over to the bed and set the dresses down on the bed. Only one stood out in Mena's eyes. It was a long white gown, beaded with silver lining. Mena grabbed it quickly and began to examine it.
"I take it, you chose this one?" the woman said.
Mena flipped out of her gaze and turned her head to the woman.
"Sorry, I didn't get your name?" Mena asked.
"Oh, well, it is not custom to tell you, but my name is Larania." She said.
Mena gave a small smile.
"That is a beautiful name."
Larania smiled and turned her head down to the ground. She stepped over to a door, and opened it quickly. It opened to a small bathroom, with a small metal tub for a bath. She walked in and moved to where Mena could no longer see her. Mena went over to the bathroom and walked in.
"Larania?" Mena questioned
"I am here." She replied with a softer voice.
Mena turned her head quickly to the corner where Larania was placing wood into a small wood burner.
"What are you doing?" Mena questioned with a slight laugh at the way Larania was looking at her.
"Placing wood inside here, so that you may have a warm bath." She began. "Otherwise, it would be quite cold."
Mena gave a slight nod of her head as she watched Larania. Larania seemed pretty sweet and kind. Her blonde hair was long and wavy. But her eyes seemed almost inviting. Mena knew she would be a good friend.
"Larania?" Mena asked again. "Are you going to eat with us, when we do?"
"Oh no." Larania said with slight laughter. "I am only a servant, I may not attend."
"But?"
"No, that is all for the questions. Get into the tub, I shall start your bath." Larania said almost angrily.
"All right," Mena gave in.
She sloshed over to the tub where she began to take off her clothing. She hopped into the bath swiftly and waited for more water to be put into the tub.
"So, should I act proper? Or should I just act like I normally do?" Mena questioned.
"Well, you should act as you normally would, be very polite, do not be fake around the king, he would know of it." Larania explained.
"All right." Mena said.
Mena laid in the relaxing bath as Larania waited until she wanted to get out. Mena slowly closed her eyes. But then she heard a small creak. Mena opened her eyes to see Larania was sleeping, and there was Eomer standing at the doorframe.
Mena frantically went into a ball and covered herself.
"What are you doing?" Mena angrily asked.
"Watching your beauty." He said.
"Well, you can watch it in your head, and get out of here!" Mena yelled.
Larania woke up and turned her eyes to the door where Eomer was standing.
"You heard her, out!" Larania said quickly.
He walked quickly out of the room shutting the door behind him.
"The nerve of him!" Mena frustratingly said.
"Well, I am sure it is not custom to you, but we do not mind our bodies here, although they are sacred." Larania said.
"Well its pretty special to me, considering all I have had to do!"
Larania questioningly stared at her but went along with her duties. She grabbed a brown robe and walked over to the tub.
"We shall get you ready then?" She asked.
"Yes." Mena replied.
A/N: Hey! I know it's a bit short, but I promise more and more updates!
Disclaimer: See Chapter One
Chapter Eight: The Kings Gaze
Mena staggered as she followed Eomer up to a double oak wood door. He pushed the door open quickly making a breeze go by Mena. She slowly went closer to the door as she went in, as did Eomer. She gazed around at the wonderful building. The bright royal colors lit up in Mena's eyes. The colors of purple, blue, green, gold and white shined over the throne where the king was sitting. Many people inside the area were gathered around the tables and around his throne.
"This is my uncle." Eomer began as he walked closer to the king. "Theoden, this young elf has lost her way it seems."
Mena's eyes filled with worry as she was pushed closer to the king's throne. Mena gave a slight smile to the kind looking man. He slowly stood from his seat and gazed at her. Mena quickly went to the floor, thinking she should bow. She felt a light hand on her chin lifting her from the ground. Her blue eyes were met with two kind grey eyes.
"Child, where have you come from?" He questioned.
Mena turned to Eomer, who had the same question written on his face. Mena turned back to the king.
"I don't know." She replied.
Theoden was taken back as he slowly eased back into his seat. He smiled as Mena stared at him, waiting for him to speak.
"Well, we shall have a feast as we decipher where you are from." He began. "I shall send my best men to search for any kind of elf that would resemble you."
Mena smiled and gave a nod of her head. She stepped down from the small steps that lead to the king. She then turned from him where Eomer was behind her.
"I shall call for a maid, and get you new attire." He said with a smile.
He placed his hand on her shoulder and pushed her along into a hallway. He brought her to a large room. As he opened the door, it revealed a very beautiful darkened room. It was covered in things from the past, things Mena dreamed of.
"Do you like your room?" Eomer questioned.
"Of course!" Mena bluntly said.
Eomer laughed slightly and walked into the room. Mena followed him as she viewed more of the luxurious room.
"I shall call for a maid now." He said.
He walked out of the room, leaving Mena to get adjusted. Mena walked closer to a large four-poster bed. It had many bright colored cloths and blankets.
"Wow," She said.
"Very beautiful, is it not?" A soft voice said behind Mena.
Mena wisped around and saw that a tall skinny female was standing at the door. The lady walked into the room holding a few dresses.
"Yes, it's perfect!" Mena happily stated.
The maid went over to the bed and set the dresses down on the bed. Only one stood out in Mena's eyes. It was a long white gown, beaded with silver lining. Mena grabbed it quickly and began to examine it.
"I take it, you chose this one?" the woman said.
Mena flipped out of her gaze and turned her head to the woman.
"Sorry, I didn't get your name?" Mena asked.
"Oh, well, it is not custom to tell you, but my name is Larania." She said.
Mena gave a small smile.
"That is a beautiful name."
Larania smiled and turned her head down to the ground. She stepped over to a door, and opened it quickly. It opened to a small bathroom, with a small metal tub for a bath. She walked in and moved to where Mena could no longer see her. Mena went over to the bathroom and walked in.
"Larania?" Mena questioned
"I am here." She replied with a softer voice.
Mena turned her head quickly to the corner where Larania was placing wood into a small wood burner.
"What are you doing?" Mena questioned with a slight laugh at the way Larania was looking at her.
"Placing wood inside here, so that you may have a warm bath." She began. "Otherwise, it would be quite cold."
Mena gave a slight nod of her head as she watched Larania. Larania seemed pretty sweet and kind. Her blonde hair was long and wavy. But her eyes seemed almost inviting. Mena knew she would be a good friend.
"Larania?" Mena asked again. "Are you going to eat with us, when we do?"
"Oh no." Larania said with slight laughter. "I am only a servant, I may not attend."
"But?"
"No, that is all for the questions. Get into the tub, I shall start your bath." Larania said almost angrily.
"All right," Mena gave in.
She sloshed over to the tub where she began to take off her clothing. She hopped into the bath swiftly and waited for more water to be put into the tub.
"So, should I act proper? Or should I just act like I normally do?" Mena questioned.
"Well, you should act as you normally would, be very polite, do not be fake around the king, he would know of it." Larania explained.
"All right." Mena said.
Mena laid in the relaxing bath as Larania waited until she wanted to get out. Mena slowly closed her eyes. But then she heard a small creak. Mena opened her eyes to see Larania was sleeping, and there was Eomer standing at the doorframe.
Mena frantically went into a ball and covered herself.
"What are you doing?" Mena angrily asked.
"Watching your beauty." He said.
"Well, you can watch it in your head, and get out of here!" Mena yelled.
Larania woke up and turned her eyes to the door where Eomer was standing.
"You heard her, out!" Larania said quickly.
He walked quickly out of the room shutting the door behind him.
"The nerve of him!" Mena frustratingly said.
"Well, I am sure it is not custom to you, but we do not mind our bodies here, although they are sacred." Larania said.
"Well its pretty special to me, considering all I have had to do!"
Larania questioningly stared at her but went along with her duties. She grabbed a brown robe and walked over to the tub.
"We shall get you ready then?" She asked.
"Yes." Mena replied.
A/N: Hey! I know it's a bit short, but I promise more and more updates!
