[A/n: ok, so I know this is a Mary Sue. so deal with it. If you don't like
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Fae's POV
Rhiannon had left not long ago; and although Fae had seen the outside of Rivendale, she had not yet looked around. As soon as she stepped outside of her room, she was smacked full force into a moving object. No wait, not an object; a being. The collision caused both Fae and the creature she hit to fall on the ground. From her position, Fae saw a little boy. Actually, he had an older face, though he was very short; he was very cute in an 'aaaawwww' sort of way.
"O, I am dreadfully sorry, I didn't see you. Are you alright?" I asked.
"Yes, I'm fine. No harm done. I'm Merry. and who might you be?" he spoke with a Scottish accent, or so it seemed. He was most certainly not from my earth.
"I'm Fae. I'm sorry Merry; I wasn't looking where I was going."
"It's quite alright, I wasn't looking where I was going either. I was in such a hurry to get to the dining room I didn't see you. Where were you going?"
"I don't know really, I was just taking a look around, or I was going to. I really don't know my way around here."
"Me neither, I'm here with some friends of mine on a very important mission. Would you like to meet them?"
Now, as you know I very much dislike being around too many people at once, but there was something about this Merry that put me at ease. He made me feel comfortable, and I took an instant liking to him. If his friends were anything like him, I knew we would get along fine. "Yes, that would be nice. Are they here?"
He immediately jumped up, with an energy and excitement I envied. He offered me his little hand which I gratefully accepted.
"Pippin, Sam, Frodo. come here I'd like you to meet someone."
Seemingly out of nowhere, 3 more little people appeared. Two of them had the same joviality and good nature as Merry, but the other had sadness about him. As though he had a great responsibility, and a great sadness. I knew that feeling well.
"And who might this lovely lady be?" the chubby one asked.
I blushed extensively at the compliment. No one had ever called me lovely before; or complimented me at all for that matter. He must be an awfully sweet fellow to say something like that.
"Her name is Fae, and we bumped into each other. She said she'd like to meet you." Thankfully Merry spoke for me, since I was at a loss for words.
"Well, it is very nice to meet you Lady Fae. I am Sam Wise Gamgee, but you may call me Sam."
"And I fair Fae, am Pippin, at your service." He stuck out his hand as if to shake mine, as I returned the gesture he kissed my palm. At that point I was positively purple. I had never met such nice people in all my life. Though to be fair, I couldn't remember over half of it.
"I'm Frodo." A short greeting from the sad looking one, but it was followed by a warm smile. I felt an instant affinity with Frodo.
"Lady Fae, we are headed to the dining room to eat breakfast, would you care to accompany us?" Pippin asked.
At that moment I realized how hungry I was; I couldn't remember the last time I'd eaten. A couple days? A week?
"I would love to, that is if it is alright with the rest of you." "We would be delighted." Merry exclaimed.
Sam also seemed to agree with that sentiment. And Frodo caught my eye and gave me a genuine smile.
"Yes, we'll have to eat a big breakfast. I'm positively starved. Fae you can sit next to me. You have to tell me everything there is to know about you. Where are you from? What's your favorite food? How many brothers and sisters do you have?" Sam asked.
I chuckled at his enthusiasm, and was very excited to get to know these little people better. Especially Frodo, he seems to understand what it's like to be truly alone.
As we approached the dining hall, I chose a seat; the others took seats around me. Merry and Sam sat on either side of me, and Pippin and Frodo on either side of them. I was in the middle, and I rather like being surrounded by friends.
During breakfast I learned that these little beings were Hobbits, or Halflings. They were from a place called the Shire, which seemed like a wonderful place, and they were all on some sort of adventure. They couldn't tell me more than that, but I could tell Frodo was involved deeply somehow. This explained his quiet and subdued nature. Given my inquisitive nature, and my imminent thirst for knowledge, I was very curious about this 'adventure'. I decided one way or another I would find out about it.
The food was quite delicious, though at that point any food would have tasted like gourmet cooking. As I ate voraciously, a noticed a woman staring at me. She had much darker brown hair than mine, and bright eyes. She was very pretty, and had an air of importance about her. She continued to stare, and I realized my table manners were sorely lacking. I looked at the Hobbits to try to copy their eating habits, but their manners were worse than mine; yet it somehow fit them. I ate slowly, and made sure to leave food left on my plate. I was still famished, but I did not wish to offend or appear rude in any way; after all I was a guest here. The Hobbits suggested after breakfast we should play by the trees and in the grass. I agreed, and waited for them to finish. I nervously clasped my hands on my lap and looked down at them. Just in case the woman was still staring, I looked up again. The lady was gone! I nearly shot out of my chair when I felt a light tap on my shoulder. I turned around, and was met face to face with her.
"Hello. I'm sorry; I didn't mean to startle you. I'm Arwen. I noticed you across the room, and decided to come and meet you. These large banquets can be quite boring, and I would love to chat with you. I haven't seen you here before, are you from a neighboring province?" Despite my earlier impression of her, I found her to be quite friendly and kind. She was not judging me at all, simply curious as to my identity.
"Hello, I'm Fae. It is nice to meet you. I'm not from here. I'm from far away."
"Ah, so you are the maid Legolas found in the wood. He said you were quite pretty, now I know why."
I was in shock. A prince thought I was pretty. No way. Arwen was just being nice.
"Arwen, these are my friends; Sam, Merry, Pippin, and Frodo." I pointed to each respectively, though they didn't notice they were too busy eating.
"Yes, we've met."
"O, would you like to come with us. We were about to explore the trees, and enjoy the fresh air."
"I would love to, but I can not. As daughter of Lord Elrond I am required to stay. It is my duty. Perhaps another time."
"Definitely." As I said this, the Hobbits had miraculously finished eating. "It seems as though my companions have done eating."
"Hello Arwen, we were about to go outside; would you like to join us?" Pippin asked.
"Alas I cannot Pippin, but thank you for asking."
The Hobbits were out the door. I was close behind and heading out the door, when at the same exact moment a man, no correction elf, was coming in. Luckily he saw me before a collision could occur. As he saw me, he seemed to stop in his tracks. I got a good look at him and realized he was the most handsome creature I had ever seen, or could possibly imagine. He had long light blond hair with a few tiny braids and blue- blue eyes. He seemed familiar somehow, but that was impossible. I would most certainly have the memory of a man like that etched in my memory. I mumbled a polite 'excuse me' and quickly passed by him to catch up to the hobbits.
Legolas's POV
That was her. That was the girl. When I saw her caked in dirt I could tell she was pretty, but in that dress, with her hair shining and partially up; she is the most beautiful creature I have ever laid eyes upon. And that includes Elven maidens and the beauty of nature. For a human, her face is pixie-like, and her figure is that of an elf. But that is not what is most intriguing, her eyes are a mysterious shade that entrances and mystifies me. I have never seen such a color anywhere, and never have I seen such expressive and mysterious orbs. She truly is something. But what? Or who? I must discover the truth behind that luminescent sea of violet.
Fae's POV
Rhiannon had left not long ago; and although Fae had seen the outside of Rivendale, she had not yet looked around. As soon as she stepped outside of her room, she was smacked full force into a moving object. No wait, not an object; a being. The collision caused both Fae and the creature she hit to fall on the ground. From her position, Fae saw a little boy. Actually, he had an older face, though he was very short; he was very cute in an 'aaaawwww' sort of way.
"O, I am dreadfully sorry, I didn't see you. Are you alright?" I asked.
"Yes, I'm fine. No harm done. I'm Merry. and who might you be?" he spoke with a Scottish accent, or so it seemed. He was most certainly not from my earth.
"I'm Fae. I'm sorry Merry; I wasn't looking where I was going."
"It's quite alright, I wasn't looking where I was going either. I was in such a hurry to get to the dining room I didn't see you. Where were you going?"
"I don't know really, I was just taking a look around, or I was going to. I really don't know my way around here."
"Me neither, I'm here with some friends of mine on a very important mission. Would you like to meet them?"
Now, as you know I very much dislike being around too many people at once, but there was something about this Merry that put me at ease. He made me feel comfortable, and I took an instant liking to him. If his friends were anything like him, I knew we would get along fine. "Yes, that would be nice. Are they here?"
He immediately jumped up, with an energy and excitement I envied. He offered me his little hand which I gratefully accepted.
"Pippin, Sam, Frodo. come here I'd like you to meet someone."
Seemingly out of nowhere, 3 more little people appeared. Two of them had the same joviality and good nature as Merry, but the other had sadness about him. As though he had a great responsibility, and a great sadness. I knew that feeling well.
"And who might this lovely lady be?" the chubby one asked.
I blushed extensively at the compliment. No one had ever called me lovely before; or complimented me at all for that matter. He must be an awfully sweet fellow to say something like that.
"Her name is Fae, and we bumped into each other. She said she'd like to meet you." Thankfully Merry spoke for me, since I was at a loss for words.
"Well, it is very nice to meet you Lady Fae. I am Sam Wise Gamgee, but you may call me Sam."
"And I fair Fae, am Pippin, at your service." He stuck out his hand as if to shake mine, as I returned the gesture he kissed my palm. At that point I was positively purple. I had never met such nice people in all my life. Though to be fair, I couldn't remember over half of it.
"I'm Frodo." A short greeting from the sad looking one, but it was followed by a warm smile. I felt an instant affinity with Frodo.
"Lady Fae, we are headed to the dining room to eat breakfast, would you care to accompany us?" Pippin asked.
At that moment I realized how hungry I was; I couldn't remember the last time I'd eaten. A couple days? A week?
"I would love to, that is if it is alright with the rest of you." "We would be delighted." Merry exclaimed.
Sam also seemed to agree with that sentiment. And Frodo caught my eye and gave me a genuine smile.
"Yes, we'll have to eat a big breakfast. I'm positively starved. Fae you can sit next to me. You have to tell me everything there is to know about you. Where are you from? What's your favorite food? How many brothers and sisters do you have?" Sam asked.
I chuckled at his enthusiasm, and was very excited to get to know these little people better. Especially Frodo, he seems to understand what it's like to be truly alone.
As we approached the dining hall, I chose a seat; the others took seats around me. Merry and Sam sat on either side of me, and Pippin and Frodo on either side of them. I was in the middle, and I rather like being surrounded by friends.
During breakfast I learned that these little beings were Hobbits, or Halflings. They were from a place called the Shire, which seemed like a wonderful place, and they were all on some sort of adventure. They couldn't tell me more than that, but I could tell Frodo was involved deeply somehow. This explained his quiet and subdued nature. Given my inquisitive nature, and my imminent thirst for knowledge, I was very curious about this 'adventure'. I decided one way or another I would find out about it.
The food was quite delicious, though at that point any food would have tasted like gourmet cooking. As I ate voraciously, a noticed a woman staring at me. She had much darker brown hair than mine, and bright eyes. She was very pretty, and had an air of importance about her. She continued to stare, and I realized my table manners were sorely lacking. I looked at the Hobbits to try to copy their eating habits, but their manners were worse than mine; yet it somehow fit them. I ate slowly, and made sure to leave food left on my plate. I was still famished, but I did not wish to offend or appear rude in any way; after all I was a guest here. The Hobbits suggested after breakfast we should play by the trees and in the grass. I agreed, and waited for them to finish. I nervously clasped my hands on my lap and looked down at them. Just in case the woman was still staring, I looked up again. The lady was gone! I nearly shot out of my chair when I felt a light tap on my shoulder. I turned around, and was met face to face with her.
"Hello. I'm sorry; I didn't mean to startle you. I'm Arwen. I noticed you across the room, and decided to come and meet you. These large banquets can be quite boring, and I would love to chat with you. I haven't seen you here before, are you from a neighboring province?" Despite my earlier impression of her, I found her to be quite friendly and kind. She was not judging me at all, simply curious as to my identity.
"Hello, I'm Fae. It is nice to meet you. I'm not from here. I'm from far away."
"Ah, so you are the maid Legolas found in the wood. He said you were quite pretty, now I know why."
I was in shock. A prince thought I was pretty. No way. Arwen was just being nice.
"Arwen, these are my friends; Sam, Merry, Pippin, and Frodo." I pointed to each respectively, though they didn't notice they were too busy eating.
"Yes, we've met."
"O, would you like to come with us. We were about to explore the trees, and enjoy the fresh air."
"I would love to, but I can not. As daughter of Lord Elrond I am required to stay. It is my duty. Perhaps another time."
"Definitely." As I said this, the Hobbits had miraculously finished eating. "It seems as though my companions have done eating."
"Hello Arwen, we were about to go outside; would you like to join us?" Pippin asked.
"Alas I cannot Pippin, but thank you for asking."
The Hobbits were out the door. I was close behind and heading out the door, when at the same exact moment a man, no correction elf, was coming in. Luckily he saw me before a collision could occur. As he saw me, he seemed to stop in his tracks. I got a good look at him and realized he was the most handsome creature I had ever seen, or could possibly imagine. He had long light blond hair with a few tiny braids and blue- blue eyes. He seemed familiar somehow, but that was impossible. I would most certainly have the memory of a man like that etched in my memory. I mumbled a polite 'excuse me' and quickly passed by him to catch up to the hobbits.
Legolas's POV
That was her. That was the girl. When I saw her caked in dirt I could tell she was pretty, but in that dress, with her hair shining and partially up; she is the most beautiful creature I have ever laid eyes upon. And that includes Elven maidens and the beauty of nature. For a human, her face is pixie-like, and her figure is that of an elf. But that is not what is most intriguing, her eyes are a mysterious shade that entrances and mystifies me. I have never seen such a color anywhere, and never have I seen such expressive and mysterious orbs. She truly is something. But what? Or who? I must discover the truth behind that luminescent sea of violet.