Chapter 2

"You can run about all you wish, Ascafeniel, but it won't make him get here any faster," Haeorewen said for the thousandth time, placating her sister.
She sat on the edge of her older sister's bed, her periwinkle-colored dress pooling around her waist. The bodice of the dress was a pure white which slowly bled into blue. The square-cut collar showed off a sparkling silver choker that captured the light inside its glinting surface. She shook her head in exasperation causing her long chestnut locks to sway all the way down to her waist, where they ended in a slight curl. Her deep mahogany eyes betrayed her true mirth, however and she stifled a smile.
"I don't care what you say, Haeorewen, I haven't really seen him since the Fellowship left Rivendell, and that was years and years ago." She paused as a look of pure fear passed her otherwise flawless features. "I do hope he has not forgotten me."
The cool clear laugh of her younger sister served to ease her fears and she was forced to chuckle herself. "Where is Maegquareiel? I need her help." She stood in front of her closet trying to decide on which dress would best suit the occasion.
"You asked to see me?" Maegquareiel's voice floated in from the door, melodic and smooth as she walked into the room.
Ascafeniel sighed in relief. "Thank the Valar you are here. I need your help."
"With what?"
Ascafeniel prepared to answer, but Haeorewen jumped in, "Legolas Greenleaf is coming and she does not know what to do with herself."
Ascafeniel looked as though she would hit her, but instead looked to the quiet Elf with a pleading look in her eyes.
"Well, first you must calm down," she said, leading her to sit on the edge of the bed.
"Hi, lasto beth nin a hodo," she spoke in quiet, persuading tones and Ascafeniel could feel her inner tempest quiet. "Now, let us help you find something to wear." Maegquareiel stood from the bed and crossed to the closet.
She stood there for a moment then pulled out a dress.
"Put this on."
After an hour of preparation, Ascafeniel stood in front of her sister and her friend awaiting their judgment.
The dress she wore was of the same style as her sister's, but with a scooped collar. The sleeves were a light pink that belled out at the wrists, bleeding into white at the shoulders. The white carried through to the waist where it gradually turned pink again as it became the skirt. A thin golden chain draped over her waist and then dropped to the floor. At her neck was a golden-carved rune meaning "Meleth" A golden circlet adorned her head at the browline and her long brown hair was only slightly pulled back at the temples, the rest falling in naturally flowing waves. She peered out at them through piercing green eyes.
"You look quite lovely, Ascafeniel," her friend spoke, to which her sister replied, "Yes, beautiful."
Ascafeniel smiled at this and said, "Thank you. I dare say I would never have finished without you two."
A knock at the door caused the trio to turn. Their stares were met by the shy countenance of Rinvilyaiel. "My Ladies, your presence is required in the Great Hall. The company from Mirkwood has arrived."