One week later, Amarna stood in the seamstress's room, trying on the dress she would wear for her coronation. It was very beautiful, white with tiny pearls on the bodice. There were sleeves that reached the floor, into which had been cut a slit for her hands to go through. Completing the dress was a 3 foot train. As for her hair, which was very long, it had been decided that it would be pulled back in the front and kept down in the back. The coronation would be done in the throne room, afterwards in the great hall for a banquet and ball. Amarna, though she was looking forward to it, was very happy to not have been part of the planning. The coronation itself would be the following week, while all final arrangements were being dealt with this week. So that is where Amarna was, in the seamstress's room, trying on the dress.
'Are we done yet?' asked an impatient Amarna. She had been there over an hour while her father and the seamstress discussed adding more pearls to the bodice. Her father was arguing that there should be more, for a more 'royal' look. The seamstress was on the 'there are enough' side. Amarna was, of course, not heard over the argument. She tapped her foot impatiently and when she finally could not stand any more, she yelled out-
'I think the dress is fine, no more pearls, you did a wonderful job!'-and took a step off the platform she had been on. In doing so, she heard a loud 'rippppp' and scrunched her eyes and bit her lip. Amarna knew what the sound was, and opened her eyes to find the seamstress and Legolas looking at her with wide eyes. She looked to her side and immediately saw the tear. It was in the seam on her right side, near her hip. She looked back to the seamstress in surprise.
'I had yet to reinforce the seams, you're highness.' The seamstress said, as though admitting to a terrible crime.
'It was not your fault. It was mine. I should not have taken such a big step.' Amarna was quick to respond. 'Perhaps we should take it off?' Amarna added to the seamstress.
'Of course, Princess.' She said, moving to Amarna. Amarna glanced at her father, who was standing there, looking wary.
'Ahem.' Amarna said, pretending to clear her throat. Legolas took the hint.
'Oh, I am sorry. I will be waiting in the hall.'
'Yes father.' She said, fully stepping off the platform. She turned to the seamstress, who helped her take the dress off. Amarna put on her original dress and summoned her father from the hall. The dress had been laid out on a table so the tear was visible. All three gathered around it, examining the damage.
'Can it be fixed?' Amarna asked fearfully.
'Oh, of course. Tis just a simple tear. I will simply re-sew the tear and reinforce all the seams. It will take perhaps one half of an hour.'
'Good.' Amarna replied. 'Well, if that is all…'
'I think it is. Thank you for all your help, seamstress Aredhel. Amarna will be down before the coronation next week.' Legolas said.
'Of course, your highness.' Aredhel said. Legolas and Amarna left the room and walked in silence for quite some time.
'I am sorry about the dress, father.' Amarna said, breaking the silence.
'She said it can be fixed, so we will trust her judgment. During the coronation though, you do need to be more cautious of your restrictions in the dress, Amarna.' He said.
'Yes sir.' Amarna said. 'Need we do anything else this afternoon in preparation?'
'No, that was all.' Legolas said. Amarna started down the corridor that led to her quarters and he called after her. 'Amarna, try not to get into to much mischief.'
'Ok father.' Amarna called back.
She was supposed to have met Orophin and Ireth an hour ago, but Legolas' constant bickering with the seamstress had made her late. Orophin was the brown haired elf from dinner the other week. Amarna had been out on a walk when she met him. After Amarna could not stand it anymore, she had excused herself from one of the very dull meetings about the coronation and gone on a walk. She was resting by the stream when they met. They had become close friends, though not as close as Ireth and Amarna. Ireth was Orophin's twin, also with brown hair and green eyes. Over the past week, Amarna and Ireth had grown so close that they considered themselves sisters.
Amarna was thinking about the first time she had met them while she changed into a more causal dress. She pushed her hair out of the way and ran for the stream. When she got there, Orophin and Ireth were sitting and talking.
'Hello. I am sorry I am late.' Amarna said as she sat in between them.
'We were beginning to think you would not come.' Orophin said playfully.
'I know. But it was all my father's fault. He was bickering with seamstress Aredhel about the dress. They stopped fighting when I ripped the dress though.'
'You WHAT?' Ireth said.
'I tore one of the seams open. It was a total accident though. I really did not mean to!'
'Whatever you say Amarna.' Ireth replied. Amarna hit her playfully on the shoulder.
'What are we going to do today?' Amarna asked.
'What would you like to do?' Ireth asked.
'I do not know. Perhaps we should go 'visit' the spiders.'
'No! Amarna, you do not know how dangerous that is.' Orophin warned.
'How bad could it be? They are only spiders.' Amarna replied. 'If you do not want to go, you do not have to. I think that I will go however.' She stood up, wiped the grass off the back of her dress and ran towards the spiders clearing. Orophin glanced at his sister, rolled his eyes, sighed, stood and ran after Amarna. Ireth followed, concerned about what would happen to her brother and her friend.
A/N: I know I promised the coronation, but now that I've properly thought about it, I want her to get into a bit of mischief first. It's going to be in a few chapters though, so it is coming!!!
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~Lady Enelya~
