Thanks a ton for keeping up with me! =)
aquitaineq yeah... she's quite... odd- haha!
Lilena oh good- I'm so glad you see it, haha! I was worried you might not... Lilena... Lithelena... similar- non? Haha- RSI coming soon (ooh! the suspence!)
icy878 haha... Mary-Sues have a way of doing that, I suppose... Lithelena is one of my favorite characters... cough cough... ;-) you'll see why soon... dundundun!
Melissa =) Lithelena is totally awesome... and Annacálë is just something else.
blahblah haha everyone seems to be liking Lithelena and hating Annacálë... it's all quite amusing... MwAhAhA! Elrohir and Elladan are being stupid...

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"What do you think?"

"No," Calwaiel immediately responds, her eyes flickering and her nostrils become a fraction sharper.

I tilt my head a little, "I like it a bit."

Calwaiel looks back at me and glowers, "What do you know about these matters?"

"I do not like it so much," Lithelena responds, "It is uncomfortable."

"Fine," I snap back.

We are in Calwaiel's bedroom; at least one hundred dresses are sprawled about ubiquitously, sorted by color. Right now we are trying to find an appropriate dress for Lithelena, tonight being the night of Annacálë's banquet. Calwaiel and I both agreed that since it will be the first time upon which Lithelena and Elrohir will have met for quite a long time, she has to be stunning.

"I think white would be beautiful," I add, trying to stay awake. We have been here for hours, arguing on matters of dresses and, to be truthful, we have gotten nowhere.

"Blue."

"Orange!"

Calwaiel and I turn to stare at her. Her cheeks tinge a bright ruby color, "Only pretending," she mutters, peeling off a bright yellow dress which looks quite awkward on her, clashing hideously with her aqua eyes and dark hair.

"Well!" Calwaiel stands up and walks to the door, taking dresses that are quite attractive, though looking quite anomalous on pale skinned and dark haired Lithelena, and placing them by the door in a crumpled mound, leaving dresses the color of grass, a new-leaf, the sea, a fawn, the sky, snow, a petal, and midnight.

Lithelena picks up a black-beaded one, but Calwaiel takes it back, "Black is the color of darkness and grief." She throws the pile of black into the ever-growing pile of 'un-suitable' dresses, leaving five piles of green, blue, violet, brown, and white.

"I think white would look magnificent," I say, picking up a white dress covered in sparkling mesh.

Calwaiel shakes her head, "Blue, or green, to match her eyes," she snaps, taking the fawn and petal-colored pile and placing it among the others, "She has such pretty eyes."

"You need not speak as if I am here not," Lithelena snaps back, smirking. She claps her pale, willowy hands together, "Well, I suppose we have lessened it quite a bit." I look at the three piles of about twenty dresses- each.

"Well," Calwaiel says, frowning vaguely as she looks outside, "I am afraid our time is waning. Each of us shall go through the piles and narrow it down." She takes the pile of blues and I instinctively go toward the white, while Lithelena stays with the greens.

"White," I hiss to Calwaiel, taking out all the white dresses that are too decorated.

"Blue," she hisses back, taking out all the blue dresses that are too plain.

Lithelena is ignoring us, but throwing aside dresses, silently. We each have a pile of dresses about four. Calwaiel lays them out carefully.

"Pick which ones you like," I insist, getting quite excited over silly dresses.

She picks out one of each color; a white one covered in silver mesh; a sapphire dress with a large skirt; and another one that neither I nor Calwaiel had noticed before.

We look at each other and both know- that one is the one.

"Well, put it on!" Calwaiel insists, jumping up and squealing.

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After quite a bit of fussing and hair-fixing and bathing (with very pleasant smelling things) and shoe-finding and jewelry-placing, I am very pleased that we are finished. We had earlier decided to be slightly, but-not-too-much-to-be-rude, late, so as Elrohir would be sure to give Lithelena due attention.

Náro is getting quite irritated.

"Calwaiel! What are you doing in there?" he shouts through the door, pounding on it.

I suppress a giggle and Lithelena takes a pillow, covering her face- obviously laughing.

Calwaiel just looks slightly amused. She is wearing a blue dress, lined with satin around the sleeves that go off her shoulders and bunch in a lace bow. There is more satin around her waist, separating the tight bodice from the extremely large skirt, which is bunched up carefully, forming little half-circles upon half-circles and tied with more bows. Her shoes match closely, beautiful, small, blue-beaded slippers, with satin bows. Her hair is up in a very complicated-looking knot, full of curls and more ribbons- blue, of course.

If you ask me, she is quite overdoing it.

Then again, that is the sort of thing she likes to do- make a big fuss out of little things.

He pounds on the door again, "Calwaiel! Open the door right now! We shall be late..."

"Calwaiel, come now!" We laugh at his futile attempts and his door-pounding.

"Be it that! I shall see you at the banquet, if you insist to be such..." We hear footsteps and suddenly explode into laughter.

"Your dress is twisted," Lithelena observes. I walk to the mirror and straighten it. It is white, and very simple. I twist it back to the correct position and glance, critically, at myself in the mirror. Yes, tonight is to be the night of Lithelena and Elrohir, but, still, I can not help but wonder what will happen between Legolas and me.

My hair is not up in a complex knot nor is it curled. Rather, it is very boring and left down, straight. But, at least it is very clean. I laugh a little.

The dress that I am wearing is slender and long. It is made out of silk and has no ruffles, beads, velvet, embroidery, or anything else that my sister would like- save ribbon. It has straps of ribbon holding it up along my shoulders, and crossing in the back and holding the back together until it ends in a little bow. My shoes are little, simple white slippers that I am wearing only for the sake of wearing slippers.

And, of course, I am wearing the nightingale necklace Arwen gave me.

"Thank you."

Calwaiel stands up from the little stool she was sitting on, "We should really leave now, if we want to get there without seeming impolite." We stand up and walk along the golden road, which looks silver in the moonlight, keenly anticipating what will happen tonight.

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Argh! I know it's really boring and really plain and it took so long to get out and all that stuff but... it seemed like a good place to end? AHH! Please don't hurt me! =( Argh and it's short, too... Sorry! I'll get the next chapter out by Tuesday- promise... maybe Monday if there are more reviews?

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