aquitaineq haha now you will know! (yay!)
Melissa yeah... I
know! Sorry =(
Lilena aww! you're welcome... =) hehe....
Chaos
Insues cute name! haha! Thanks a ton for reading the... prequel (That's what
it's called... right?) haha that confused me for a moment... Here's chapter 11!
blahblah bunnies! YAY! orcs... NO! (ahh!)
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"Should we knock?"
"No," I shake my head. "Leave this to someone skilled," I add, my nose twitching prominently.
Calwaiel laughs, "Yes, you are an expert on coming to imperative banquets tardy and leaving them early."
"Be quiet! They're going to hear."
I move to the little crack in the door, emitting an almost blinding light, dazzling. "There is music coming from inside," I tell them importantly, "It has just started... The speaking will come next, then the feasting, and more dancing," I tell them, wryly.
Calwaiel straightens up notably, "Mind your posture and keep your hair from your face."
"I know!" Lithelena snaps back, immediately looking embarassed, "I am so nervous."
"It is fine," Calwaiel responds, "Tonight is your night."
I want to say something, but my stomach feels as if there are live fish inside, out of water, and flopping about, slowly dying.
"Ready?" I ask Lithelena, glancing over to my sister as we prepare to open the double-doors. She nods. I shove the heavy door on the right and she pushes it on the left. Immediately, both Calwaiel and I hook our arms into the ones of Lithelena, who seems as though she might collapse.
It is silent, and at hundreds of pairs are eyes are upon us, mostly Lithelena- but I can certainly see why- she is radiant, she is gorgeous, and she has that extraordinary flush in her face- her skin, her eyes...
She is wearing an elegant dress, exactly the color of her aqua eyes, which shimmers in the peculiar light that is in the ballroom. The bodice is taut and held up by multiple straps that cross and make designs in the back. The skirt goes out slightly with a layer of mesh covering it. Her hair is upon her hair in a soft, twisting pile on top of her head, loose strands of hair randomly out.
Yes, I can certainly see why everyone is looking at her.
I scan the room for Elrohir, Elladan, and Legolas. They are all speaking to Annacálë. Finally, Annacálë seems to notice us and points up at us spectacularly. They whip their heads around, ever ready to protect the delicate princess. I suppress a snort.
Elrohir's jaw drops a little and he drops the glass he is holding. Elladan manages to hold his glass, but looks more surprised than Elrohir, if feasible. Legolas is also surprised, but his face rapidly returns to its regular expression- stony, silent. Annacálë seems angry that someone looks superior to her.
I turn away from them to glance at Lord Elrond, who is smirking knowingly, and Lady Celebrían is smiling at me, the first time I have seen her since my 'banning' from the palace. Lord Celeborn and Lady Galadriel seem to have sensed that something like this would happen.
Everything is soundless for a moment, the only sound comes from shards of glass rolling about on the marble floor. I glance over to Lithelena and meet Calwaiel's gaze. Lithelena looks over to Calwaiel then to me and back down to Annacálë's pouting face. Annacálë waves her hand again and the music starts. She makes her way toward the dance floor, but is the only one to do so. No one is singing or dancing. We start walking down to the dance floor. I see Náro rushing up toward Calwaiel, before being engulfed by an enormous crowd.
"Fair Lady!" "Miss!" "Beautiful maiden!" I feel my cheeks heat up as I scan the crowd of elves. The calling continues, but none are from the one whom I wish to hear it from.
The music stops abruptly and very choppily. I glance over and see Annacálë shouting at them to stop. She walks to the platform at the front of the room.
"Mae govannen," she says, looking quite worried and quite a wreck. Her pale curly hair is starting to fall out of the tidy knot, her eyes are a little pink- though a violent violet color, and her voice is a little raucous.
She takes a deep breath, trying to collect herself, "Mae govannen, my friends and family. Tonight I, along with my father, have gathered us all here for Midyear's day." She smoothes out her purple dress, the exact color of her eyes, and smiles- it looks very painful. She steps aside.
A very tall, proud, and valiant Elf steps onto the small platform. Eager whispers fly about. "That is Lord Gil-Galad!" "Lord Gil-Galad?"
I gently push aside elves so I could see- and it was, in fact, Ereinion Gil-Galad. I gasp a little and do not listen to a sole word he says before parting with us for the feast. Instead of one long table, which would never accommodate the whole city of Valmar, there were many small tables, which were moved into the dance floor by the elf-Lords.
Calwaiel, Lithelena, Náro, and I sit at a table with two empty chairs. Instantaneously, Glorfindel and Saelbeth walk over, "It is quite hard to find a table where there are two stunning maidens sitting alone. If you think it not too forward, may we sit here?"
I glance over to Lithelena, but she does not seem to mind in the slightest that Elrohir will not sit with her nor that Glorfindel and Saelbeth had not even looked for another table, "Of course, my Lords," she responds, smiling. Annacálë walks past us, trying to pretend we are just visions of her imagination, wearing a bright green dress, which matches her eyes.
"Did she just change dresses?" Calwaiel hisses in my ear, laughing.
"It would seem so," I respond back, laughing, also. Elrohir, Elladan, and Legolas follow her, none of them looking at us.
Glorfindel leans over the table and whispers, "They need to go sit with the important people," in a slightly mocking way. Lithelena, Calwaiel, and I explode into laughter and through the water in my eyes, I can see the twins and Legolas glance over at us. I wipe the tears from my eyes.
Lithelena and I watch in amusement as they walk up the stairs and sit at a larger table at the top, covered with a gold cloth and dotted with silver plates, along with Lord Elrond, Lady Celebrían, Lord Celeborn, Lady Galadriel, Lord Gil-Galad, and others- all royal and far more significant than we.
Various elves came over, serving food and drink- and it was food and drink of the most magnificent- a glass of white wine and lembas, and then a tiny goblet of Miruvor with a plate of wonderful-smelling and appetizing white deer, followed by a small glass of sweet red wine and a striking medley of fruits and nuts.
It is a very merry meal, full of laughter. I listen to Saelbeth as I chew the last piece of sliced apple. "They think very highly of themselves." It is nice to see someone has not fallen under the noxious enchantment of Annacálë.
After the meal, we walk outside. It is that rare hour in the day in which the sun and moon both share their vast realm that is the sky.
"Oh, it is beautiful!" Excited whispers fly about. And it is beautiful... the sun falling from the horizon in a blaze of rainbow... the moon rising from its hiding place as a giant silver orb... and the stars, glittering like flecks of crystallized water thrown into the air.
We sit down in the cool, sun kissed, moonlit grass, almost hypnotically.
Music starts and it is time to dance.
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