"What are we to do today?" Ariniel asked.
"Let us go watch them practice their archery lessons," Meldawen smiled suggestively. We all looked at each other- we knew perfectly who they were- they were the young Elves. Itilawendë smiled in her mature sense.
"That should suffice," she replied almost casually.
Ariniel giggled, "That will be enjoyable." She was only a year older than I was, but she was the most childish of all of us. Itilawendë is easily the most responsible, but it is almost ironic that Arwen comes next, for she is the youngest. I would have to say that I was quite mature, compared to Meldawen and Ariniel- their immaturity seemed to run in the family. Meldawen's father, whom was Ariniel's uncle, was fixated with acting in plays or musicals, and often interrupted important dinners and meetings with breakouts of re-enactments of comedies- although he was a very important Elven lord.
However, we all were quite excited and intrigued by the idea of going to watch the young Elves practice- yet none of us ever thought we would actually talk to them. We walked into the woods where they practiced. Further off were the woods of which the elder Elves practiced- one could easily figure out by the height of the painted targets. We stood in a little semi-circle, watching them practice and laughing all the while.
After an hour or so, a group of five walked- no strutted, over to us and smiled, all revealing perfect white teeth. Arwen and I laughed at them; Itilawendë just smirked in her almost useless attempt in being 'alluring'; and Meldawen and Ariniel giggled in their juvenile manner.
Tirmo, Náro, Malto, Norno, and Tamuril- those were their names. Tirmo was a sweet elf- long dark hair and honey colored eyes; Náro was a temperamental elf who, too, had dark hair but also had shadowed eyes; Malto had golden hair and eyes of the sea; Norno had strawberry-blonde hair, much like his sister, Meldawen, and they shared the same eyes; and Tamuril had eyes of the night- midnight blue and dark hair- black as the coal from a fire.
Malto was the most sociable and approached Ariniel first before kissing her hand. Then, almost as if signaled, Tamuril walked up to Arwen, touching her arm gently; Tirmo slowly, and in a very embarrassed manner, walked to Meldawen and took her hand; Náro took Itilawendë's hand and grasped it in an almost rough manner, but it looked quite lovely and comfortable; and I was the last to be approached- by Norno. He did not touch me in any way, but merely looked at me with his beautiful eyes that could only be described as a fresh leaf with uneven holes made by a hungry insect- yet her beautiful golden rays streamed through them, causing a beautiful medley of green and gold to the ants that walked below.
We walked to a part of the seemingly endless garden that few knew about. It was called the 'Telumë o Melindo' and there were five small benches which could each hold two Elves. The pavilion and benches were of Imladris style- white and iron- in a sophisticated style that I have been so accustomed to that I would never give it a fleeting thought. However, travelers from far and wide had come here, always telling me how beautiful my home was and how blessed I was to live here. I would just smile awkwardly and excuse myself.
We often came here just to get away from the prying eyes of our parents- and, of course, to misbehave and flirt. We sat in a wide circle, each with our partners. I would always feel so uncomfortable, sitting with Norno, because Meldawen was always right there. He did not seem to mind, though, and that eased me slightly. Norno and I would always be the last to talk- Malto and Ariniel would flirt shamelessly; while Tamuril and Arwen would talk about political manners. Tirmo and Meldawen would speak of anything they wished, usually about their animals; while Náro and Itilawendë would speak of their parents, whom had all sailed long ago, and what they thought the outside world looked like.
Norno took my hand in his. It was quite lovely because his hand was soft, but I could not help but blush.
"What are you doing on this beautiful day?" he asked me. I smiled in what I hoped was a teasing manner.
I'm never going to tell Canyaiel what we do on our 'meetings'.
I batted my eyelashes for a moment, but not purposely, "Oh, I am not sure." I squeezed his hand- just to be sure it was all real.
His cheeks turned a little pink, "Perhaps you would like to accompany me on a walk?"
I grinned, "Yes, that would be lovely." He smiled.
"I shall see you before she sets." I nodded and stood up.
"Namárie." Ariniel, Arwen, Meldawen, Itilawendë, and I all seemed to finish our conversations at the same time. We slowly walked back to 'our' place- the 'Lempë Loctë Paca'- the secret place where we would meet.
"I simply adore Malto," Ariniel said upon reaching the Paca, pretending to faint. Meldawen caught Ariniel in her arms.
"Of course, of course," Meldawen said, pushing Ariniel's back up, causing her to stand upright, "You say that every day."
Ariniel smirked, "Am I not allowed to? I think I am in love." Meldawen, Ariniel, and Itilawendë laughed but Arwen and I looked at each other. This was something quite new for Ariniel- was she serious or was she not?
"We shall be wed at any day," Ariniel sighed dreamily, "I am just waiting for him to ask me." I smiled- I had never seen Ariniel so dreamily serious.
"Tirmo must be the sweetest thing in all of Arda!" Meldawen said, shooting a glance at her cousin, who was currently picking flowers and prancing about like a fawn.
Arwen glanced up at them and smirked, "Shall we be expecting a wedding soon?"
Ariniel and Meldawen sighed dramatically, "Perhaps," they both said at the same time. I tried my hardest to suppress a snort; they were far too immature to marry, but, perhaps they were not all they seemed.
"And what of you and Tamuril?" Ariniel said mischievously, poking Arwen with her elbow.
Arwen sighed a bit, "I do not know. I doubt it. He is far too interested in politics and I fear that is all he speaks of." It was followed by an uncomfortable silence until Meldawen cleared her throat.
"Oh," I said, smirking, "Norno asked me to accompany him for a walk-" Itilawendë let out a, quite uncharacteristic, squeal and Arwen smiled broadly. Meldawen and Ariniel jumped up.
"Oh!" Meldawen said, jumping about like a baby rabbit, "Come on! You must find something to wear!" I thought this was quite odd; since she always was one to, seemingly, object to my courting of Norno. She took my arm and led me back to my home where she made me sit on the bed as she took apart my chest, throwing clothes and slippers about.
"Norno said his favorite color was red, or was it blue? White or green?"
I cleared my throat a little uneasily, "Meldawen?"
"Oh! This one is perfect!" She threw a dress at me- it was a light green color, with a skirt that expanded. The skirt was two layers; the bottom layer was a soft almost webbed material that was a darker green, and the upper layer was slit diagonally and light green, just like the bodice. It had a band around the waist of green gems. The sleeves flowed out nicely and were adorned with smaller gems.
"Green doesn't look good on me-"
"Nonsense! Put it on!" she demanded. I pulled off my dress and pulled the green one on and Meldawen squealed. "Oh, it's so beautiful! You're wearing it." She braided my hair and finished just as I heard someone call, "Calwaiel?" Meldawen pushed me toward the door, "Go!" I walked down the stairs and outside to meet Norno.
He smiled and looked up at me with his beautiful green eyes, "You look lovely." I relaxed a little and let him lead me to a part of Imladris I had never seen before. There, we sat and talked about anything and everything. He told me that he was going on a 'secret' trip to Mirkwood the following day, but would not tell me of what business, so I bothered him about it no longer and sighed to myself.
"Look," he said, pointing to a set of stars, "Menelvagor." He ceased pointing and instead placed his arm around my shoulder. I tensed up a little, but soon sighed comfortably. With his other arm, he tilted my chin up and looked straight into my eyes- almost as if boring a hole. His eyes were dangerous, beautifully dangerous- green as a leaf on the fiftieth day of Coirë, with golden flecks sent straight from the sun herself. He leaned in and kissed me softly, almost hungrily, but it was also he that broke the kiss, yet with a smile. I could feel the heat rising in my cheeks but was at a loss for words.
"That was amazing," he whispered, taking my hands in his. I smiled and
nuzzled up closer to him, enjoying the brisk night breeze.
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