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Author Note- WOW! I did not expect this much feedback! Thank you to everyone who reviewed, and also thank you for those corrections. They helped so much! Also, I believe this fic is slightly AU so mind any changes. They are there on purpose. Thanks! ;-) Nina
Chapter Two - Mischief in Rivendell
"Belle! Oi, wake up!"
I felt something bouncing on my bed and I fluttered my eyes open, light consuming my pupils making them smaller. Squinting I looked to see who the intruder was. I frowned when I saw Pippin, Sam, Frodo and Merry all standing at the foot of my bed, anxious looks upon their faces.
"Go away! The lot of you!" I mumbled, diving under the covers again. I was extremely tired from the celebration the night before, and I didn't want to wake up so early. "I'm tired!" I shrieked, kicking and moaning.
"Hahahahaha!" Shrieked Merry. "Get up! Want to miss your sister and Aragorn's leaving?"
I jolted up out of bed. I had totally forgotten. Today Arwen and Aragorn were leaving for a five month trek through all of Middle-Earth, their own celebration of their wedding.
"Oh no! I have forgotten!" I shrieked scrambling out of bed and grabbing my cloak that Frodo was holding out.
"Don't you even want to fix yeh hair?" Sam asked grimacing at my appearance. I could only imagine what my curls were up to.
"There's hardly time for that sort! You all are supposed to be there too," I said, eyeing them suspiciously as I slipped on my slippers, made from only the silk that comes from the silkworms of Mirkwood.
I dashed out of my bedroom, slid down the open hallway which sunlight was pouring into and fastened my cloak around my neck, the hood flapping as I ran. I heard the four hobbits following me, giggly madly as I tripped as slid all the way down the stone steps to where all of Rivendell and some elves were lined up awaiting Arwen and Aragorn's departure.
I landed with a soft *thump* on the cold grass just outside the line of people watching my sister and Aragorn walk towards the white horse which would carry them all around.
My father looked sharply at me. "Cristabelle!" He hissed in my ear, leaning over and helping me up. I felt everyone's eyes on me.
"Yes, Father?" I asked innocently, standing up and brushing brambles off of me. I heard all the hobbits laughing wildly at me and I turned around, glaring at them all.
"You look a mess! It is not proper at all to be wearing your nightdress for everyone to see! And your hair..Have I raised an Orc for a daughter?"
I looked down at the ground. "My apologies, Father."
He sighed, and turned around. Arwen approached me. "Be good, dear sister! And enough mischief eh?" I nodded, looking down at the ground. She leaned in closer and whispered in my ear, "By the way, that sword I see you practicing with every night when you think we are all asleep, it's hidden under the stone chest in the Enchanted Garden. I saved it for you." She pulled away and winked at me. I smiled at her, hugged her tightly and watched Aragorn and her ride away, as everyone began clapping. I really did love my sister dearly, she always helped me out.
When the ceremony of leaving was over, I sat down on the stone bench just beside the great stone stairs of my home. The crowd that was there before began doing their own thing, and the hobbits approached me.
I looked up at them. "What?"
They all began laughing, then hopped away to do their own mischief. I sighed and looked out at all of Rivendell. It truly was breathtaking.
"Miss Cristabelle?"
I looked up and found myself staring into Legolas's eyes. They were captivating and I held their gaze for as long as I could. They were beautiful.
"Please, call me Belle, Mr. Greenleaf," I said kindly, finally diverting my gaze and looking around. I suddenly felt ashamed for not looking more presentable. My hair was flying out on end, I was still in my night dress and my cloak wasn't my newest one.
"I saw that rather...erm..graceful fall you gave," Legolas said, laughing softly.
I glared at him. "Oh, haha, so funny!" I smiled and sighed. "Yes, well I better get cleaned up before my father sees me any longer. I shall talk to you later? How long are you staying in Rivendell?"
I swore I saw a glimmer of hope pass through his eyes. But it was gone just as fast as I had seen it. "A few more weeks." I smiled.
"Wonderful," I said. I got up, and with one last smile, I turned and went to tame my wild hair.
*END OF CHAPTER 2*
p.s. Thanks so much for all of the feedback!! Especially some corrections..however I'm only going to use a few, the age thing is my idea, as is the curly hair..all the others, gracias!
Adios til next time! ;-)
Author Note- WOW! I did not expect this much feedback! Thank you to everyone who reviewed, and also thank you for those corrections. They helped so much! Also, I believe this fic is slightly AU so mind any changes. They are there on purpose. Thanks! ;-) Nina
Chapter Two - Mischief in Rivendell
"Belle! Oi, wake up!"
I felt something bouncing on my bed and I fluttered my eyes open, light consuming my pupils making them smaller. Squinting I looked to see who the intruder was. I frowned when I saw Pippin, Sam, Frodo and Merry all standing at the foot of my bed, anxious looks upon their faces.
"Go away! The lot of you!" I mumbled, diving under the covers again. I was extremely tired from the celebration the night before, and I didn't want to wake up so early. "I'm tired!" I shrieked, kicking and moaning.
"Hahahahaha!" Shrieked Merry. "Get up! Want to miss your sister and Aragorn's leaving?"
I jolted up out of bed. I had totally forgotten. Today Arwen and Aragorn were leaving for a five month trek through all of Middle-Earth, their own celebration of their wedding.
"Oh no! I have forgotten!" I shrieked scrambling out of bed and grabbing my cloak that Frodo was holding out.
"Don't you even want to fix yeh hair?" Sam asked grimacing at my appearance. I could only imagine what my curls were up to.
"There's hardly time for that sort! You all are supposed to be there too," I said, eyeing them suspiciously as I slipped on my slippers, made from only the silk that comes from the silkworms of Mirkwood.
I dashed out of my bedroom, slid down the open hallway which sunlight was pouring into and fastened my cloak around my neck, the hood flapping as I ran. I heard the four hobbits following me, giggly madly as I tripped as slid all the way down the stone steps to where all of Rivendell and some elves were lined up awaiting Arwen and Aragorn's departure.
I landed with a soft *thump* on the cold grass just outside the line of people watching my sister and Aragorn walk towards the white horse which would carry them all around.
My father looked sharply at me. "Cristabelle!" He hissed in my ear, leaning over and helping me up. I felt everyone's eyes on me.
"Yes, Father?" I asked innocently, standing up and brushing brambles off of me. I heard all the hobbits laughing wildly at me and I turned around, glaring at them all.
"You look a mess! It is not proper at all to be wearing your nightdress for everyone to see! And your hair..Have I raised an Orc for a daughter?"
I looked down at the ground. "My apologies, Father."
He sighed, and turned around. Arwen approached me. "Be good, dear sister! And enough mischief eh?" I nodded, looking down at the ground. She leaned in closer and whispered in my ear, "By the way, that sword I see you practicing with every night when you think we are all asleep, it's hidden under the stone chest in the Enchanted Garden. I saved it for you." She pulled away and winked at me. I smiled at her, hugged her tightly and watched Aragorn and her ride away, as everyone began clapping. I really did love my sister dearly, she always helped me out.
When the ceremony of leaving was over, I sat down on the stone bench just beside the great stone stairs of my home. The crowd that was there before began doing their own thing, and the hobbits approached me.
I looked up at them. "What?"
They all began laughing, then hopped away to do their own mischief. I sighed and looked out at all of Rivendell. It truly was breathtaking.
"Miss Cristabelle?"
I looked up and found myself staring into Legolas's eyes. They were captivating and I held their gaze for as long as I could. They were beautiful.
"Please, call me Belle, Mr. Greenleaf," I said kindly, finally diverting my gaze and looking around. I suddenly felt ashamed for not looking more presentable. My hair was flying out on end, I was still in my night dress and my cloak wasn't my newest one.
"I saw that rather...erm..graceful fall you gave," Legolas said, laughing softly.
I glared at him. "Oh, haha, so funny!" I smiled and sighed. "Yes, well I better get cleaned up before my father sees me any longer. I shall talk to you later? How long are you staying in Rivendell?"
I swore I saw a glimmer of hope pass through his eyes. But it was gone just as fast as I had seen it. "A few more weeks." I smiled.
"Wonderful," I said. I got up, and with one last smile, I turned and went to tame my wild hair.
*END OF CHAPTER 2*
p.s. Thanks so much for all of the feedback!! Especially some corrections..however I'm only going to use a few, the age thing is my idea, as is the curly hair..all the others, gracias!
Adios til next time! ;-)
