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Chapter Six; Must Be My Eyes
She lay there in her bed, staring up at the white ceiling for what seemed like a lifetime. But that was the problem; she could stare for more than a lifetime. She could stare for eternity. She was immortal after all. Really, Sara had been like this for a few days, only speaking when she was asked a question. The only reason she would move was when nature called, and when the maids wanted to change her sheets. Sara shook her head in disbelief. They seemed to have an obsession with cleaning bedspreads.
She had stopped crying a while ago, when she was too exhausted to let another crystal tear fall from her red puffy eyes. She wondered if they had any cucumbers to put on her eyes. It was bad for them if one cried and one didn't cool them off straight away.
The hourly timid knock rapped on her door. All Sara had the energy to do was mumble something that even she didn't know what she was talking about. Not even an elf could understand her muttering. The door opened and Sara's maid, Melian, stepped in the room cautiously, inspecting it at the same time. Melian reminded Sara of a rather clean-freak Monica from 'Friends'. Sara sighed, slightly annoyed. Melian had knocked on the door only an hour ago, inspecting the state of the room then. Obviously, nothing had changed. Like Sara REALLY could be bothered moving at the moment. Nope, she was quite content being a clinically depressed teenager.
"You know Lady Sara, you would feel a lot better with some fresh air," Melian said, stepping towards the bed that Sara was in with a tray of food in her hand.
"Yeah, we went through this, how long ago? An hour, an hour and a half?" Sara said.
"Well . . . "
"And do you remember my reply to that oh so witty idea?" Sara said again, looking at the maid that had just carefully placed her lunch on the bedside cabinet beside her.
"Well, I cannot repeat what you said word for word, it would be rather unladylike," Melian replied.
Sara rolled her eyes. These women were rapped up in cotton wool. Too delicate for their own good.
"Well, I have a message for you," Melian said, raising her head haughtily as if she has just had some major promotion.
'Oooh, a messenger, how cool! Should I be quaking in my boots right now, or gasping in awe?' Sara thought sarcastically.
Sara raised her eyebrows to show that she was actually listening. She hadn't moved from the position on her back to even check what the hell the stupid elf was doing now. She just couldn't be bothered speaking anymore, she had just wasted her energy on the little conversation they had just a second ago. Even three sentences were simply too much for her.
"Yes, from Lord Elrond. He asked to see you tonight at the feast. He hasn't seen you for a while; you have been in you room the whole time you have been here," she said, looking around again, crinkling her nose in disgust at the thought of someone not moving for three days.
She made her way over to the curtains that had been drawn up for the time that Sara had been here and opened the, much to Sara's despair. Sara cried out and covered her sensitive eyes because they needed to get used to the sudden change in the room's light.
"You can't live like this, Lady Sara. You'll end up looking fat and old," Melian said.
So much for support.
Sara just shrugged. She still couldn't be bothered speaking.
"Well, you have to be at this feast; lord Elrond's relatives are coming home at last! Bless, fifteen at last! Time flies,"
This time, Sara showed interest. Hmm, an elf around her age. She hadn't seen one of those yet. They all seemed to be old around here. The youngest elf she had seen was about three hundred years old. This called for some serious hair washing.
Sara immediately swung her legs out of bed and headed for the bathroom, ignoring the calls of surprise for Melian.
'I thought a boy would get her out of bed,' Melian thought, grinning at the fact that she had succeeded in the task of trying to get her to move. 'She would obviously want to freshen up for them,'
Sara opened the door to her en suite bathroom and walked over to the white porcelain bathtub, switching on the silver taps to let both hot and cold water out. She heard Melian bustling in behind her, closing the door with a quiet snap.
"What am I going to wear?" Sara though out loud, thinking about meeting the teenager. Wow, this person was within reach! Not like snobby 'I'm too old for you by five hundred years' Legolas. Mind you, he WAS hot. But this certain lucky person might be privileged with her presence.
Wow.
Very lucky.
However, Sara didn't really feel that special. She wasn't the best catch that that boy could get, but he might have a friend, or a twin.
Sara didn't know just how accurate she was.
"So, what's his name?" Sara asked her maid, sitting on the edge of the tub, testing the water with her hand. There wasn't any point in this because elves could stand any temperature, hot or cold.
"THEIR names, Lady Sara, are Prince Elladan and Elrohir. They are sons of-"
"Hold on. THEIR names?" Sara asked. There were two of them? Was this her lucky day? She had the chance of TWO friends in this world? Whoopdy doo, Basil! She thought sarcastically. She was so lonely here. She hated being alone. Always in her own world she would have her friends surrounding her, but not now. She couldn't see one familiar face when she even could be bothered looking around her empty room.
"Yes, they are twins. Didn't you know?" Melian asked, raising an eyebrow.
"No, sorry. I left my all powerful mind reading machine at home," Sara said, rolling her eyes. Now she was expected to know everybody in this damn kingdom? Argh. She was stressed and she hadn't even left her room yet.
"Now, if you'll excuse me, I have a head of hair to wash. Would you kindly leave?" Sara asked with a false smile on her face.
"Why?" Melian asked.
"Um . . . maybe it's the fact that I will be wearing nothing whilst I take a bath, you know, like normal people do," she said, her smile now becoming rather fixed. Were ALL these people weirdoes?
"But it is my job to wash you," the maid said.
What? Their maids wash the people here? Freaks!
"Huh?" Sara said.
"Come along now, dear, we haven't got all day!" Melian said briskly, walking up to the bath and switching the taps off. She then got some bubble bath that smelled rather nice in Sara's opinion. But now wasn't the time to sniff water. No, now was the time to get rid of some poxy little maid that was getting on her nerves.
Sara knew that Melian had her best intensions at heart, but she was still annoying Sara.
"Bog off," Sara said bluntly. The maid gasped.
"You know, go away? Scram? Go somewhere else? Like, now?" Sara continued.
"Oh my. . . " Melian began.
"Fine, I'm not getting a bath," Sara said, crossing her arms over her chest stubbornly.
Melian knew that Sara would just go to the feast smelling appallingly and not have a care in the world. So the maid huffed and stormed out of the bathroom, rather insulted if you asked me.
"Finally, a bit of piece and quiet," Sara muttered as she got undressed and sunk into the soothing hot water.
When she had finished washing herself, she started on her hair, scrubbing her scalp with the fruity smelling shampoo that she had found along the edge of the bathtub. It hadn't been washed in over a week or so, and it really did need a good clean.
She stepped out of the bath, grabbed a towel that was folded up neatly in the corner and dried her hair with it. Wrapping the towel around herself, she padded into the next room where she found Melian putting clean sheets on the bed. Sara sighed and shook her head in disbelief. She only changed them yesterday. Surely Sara wasn't that dirty?
"Right, what I am going to wear tonight? I haven't got any clothes with me," Sara said, realising that she had only worn a white night gown for her entire stay here.
"That is all sorted out," Melian said, walking over to the corner of the room where two walk in wardrobe doors where and flung them open. Sara went over to see what Melian was looking at. She kept on staring at Sara, then looking in the wardrobe muttering "no, not that one either," to herself. She looked like a nutter escaped from a loony bin.
Sara tried to peek inside to see what dresses they were, but Melian wouldn't let her, saying something about 'how it was her job to choose something for her to wear'. She concluded that they were obviously dresses because that was all the women wore around here. Frilly frocks. She would rather be dead than be seen in one of those horrors. Personally, she thought that the maid's uniforms had a nice classy tone to them. Elegant, well fitted. Not frilly. They just wore a simple dress.
Simple. Yes, that was all Sara wanted.
"Ah! This is the one! Come over here, Lady Sara," beckoned Melian. Sara did as she was told.
She was dreading what she was about to see. If it was an atrocious dress, then she gave herself permission to burn it. To her surprise, it wasn't like that at all. Sara gasped.
It was a silky lilac dress, no frills or anything. It had long sleeves that almost reached the ground, and around the hems of the dress was dark purple stitching. At the waist it had a matching dark purple ties that went together behind her back. One small problem, or rather, one large problem.
"It's too long for me," Sara said. She didn't need to try it on to tell that if she was to wear it then it she would trip over on the hem a few times. Now that wasn't graceful for a young lady, was it?
The maid gave her a confused look.
"No it isn't," she said.
"Yes it is," Sara answered back.
"No, it isn't,"
"Yes, it is," Sara insisted. If there was one good thing she was at, it was arguing and being stubborn. Sara strode up to the dress and held it up against her.
"See, told you it was too. . . " Sara trailed off and looked up.
"See, I told you that it wasn't too long," said Melian with a smug look on her face.
"But . . how tall am I then?" Sara asked, extremely confused. She just thought that Melian was an extremely short elf to be the same height as Sara.
"Around six foot," Melian answered with the nod of her head as if this was utterly normal.
But to Sara this was utterly NOT normal. You don't just wake up one day and you're suddenly a lanky giant.
"What?" Sara asked.
"Yes, it's normal for an elf to have sudden growth spurts whilst they are young," Melian said and laughed at the confused look on Sara's face.
Priceless.
"How old am I then?" Sara asked. She didn't know why, she thought she already knew. The fact that she had grown didn't really matter at all, but Sara was really lost here.
"I don't know, do I? You look about fourteen now, that is the usual age for this to happen," Melian said in a 'matter of factly' type of voice.
"Well, I'm thirteen," Sara said.
"You can't be," Melian said, replacing her smug look with a frown.
"What's the date?" Sara asked suddenly.
This took Melian by surprise and she had to think for a while before she answered.
"Um. . . 30th of August. Why?"
Then it suddenly hit Sara. She had been looking forward to her birthday before she came to this place. She must've been here for about a week and a half. She had missed her birthday. August 25th.
Did her parents miss her? Did they miss her as much as she missed them on her birthday? Did their heart ache at night, when they lay alone in bed thinking about her as she did about them? Sara felt her eyes filling up again and she swallowed a lump that had formed at the back of her throat.
Were they even proud of her? Would they remember her when they were old? Would they wonder where she had gone and never feel whole again? This was how she felt at the moment. She had lost everything. She had nothing. Maybe she had traded her life for one here. What was the point anymore? Sara felt a sinking feeling in her stomach once more.
Immediately she felt comforting arms around her and Sara sobbed into Melian's shoulder.
She had nothing left. Sara didn't care anymore. Her whole life had fallen all around her and she was left with nobody. Not even God could help her now. She was lost.
Sara didn't know how long she stood like this. She finally regained her senses and felt stupid for being such a crybaby. She pulled out of their embrace and wiped her face clear of tears. Melian looked at her with concern in her eyes and Sara gave her a small smile to reassure Melian that she was OK now.
"I'm fine now. Sorry," Sara muttered, turning her gaze to the floor.
"No, it's OK. You have been through a lot. Never be sorry for showing your feelings," Melian said. She felt so sorry for the girl. Poor little thing. She had just lost all of her family.
"I never knew that the date could get you so upset," Melian joked, knowing full well that it wasn't that reason why Sara was crying. Sara gave a small laugh.
"Well, now you know my weakness," Sara said.
Melian sat down on the bed and patted the space next to herself for Sara to sit down also.
"Care to share?" Melian asked. It was good for people to talk about their problems.
Sara sat down and gave a small laugh at the little rhyme that Melian had just said. She then stayed in silence. Sara suddenly became very interested in the wall across the room.
Melian sighed. "You don't have to," she reassured gently, rubbing Sara's arm to comfort her. She looked so distressed. Melian was sure that she was the closest thing to a family that Sara had. She felt that it was her duty to make Sara feel happy again. All she needed was a mother to look after her. Malian could be that to her.
Sara nodded in appreciation.
"Right, why don't you try that dress on then?" Melian said, attempting to change the subject for Sara's sake.
Sara tightened her grip on the bath towel around herself and walked up to the dress, looking at it in awe. She couldn't wear this; she wasn't beautiful enough for it. The dress was stunning. But she couldn't let the chance pass for her to try it on. Surely that wouldn't hurt?
So, she slipped the dress of its hanger and went into the bathroom to get changed into the majestic gown. It seemed to fit OK and she tied the ribbons together at the back. All she needed was a mirror. . .
Sara peeked her head out of the doorway and looked around her room for a mirror. She found one on her vanity cupboard and she walked up to it, whist Melian was sorting out the dresses that she had disarranged when she was looking through the wardrobe. She started to mutter to herself again, but even Sara couldn't hear what she was saying.
She gasped at her reflection. Her hair, which she had loose, reached the bottom of her back. The brown parts were straight, but the six strips of gold were wavy, almost like completely different hair moulded into one. Sara still hadn't got used to her blue and brown eyes, and her looks. But she hadn't seen herself in a mirror since she was smaller. Now she was obviously a lot taller and had a different build. The dress hugged the top half of her body, until just below her hips and then it fell gracefully to the ground, the sleeves going along with it. They were going to annoy her. Not like she was going to wear the dress to the feast anyway. She heard Melian's approval for the dress from behind her.
"I'm not going to wear it," Sara said, never taking her eyes away from her reflection. She was getting vainer by the day.
"Why? You look beautiful!" exclaimed Melian, smiling.
"No, I don't. I just don't feel right. This isn't me wearing this. It's somebody else. No, I am NOT wearing it," Sara said, to tell you the truth, she was scared of going to the feast like that. She felt weird. She hadn't worn a dress since she was five. Sara felt like if she did wear it, then all the attention would be on her.
"Please?" Melian pleaded. She looked so pretty in that dress. It was wonderful on her.
Sara slowly shook her head and went out onto the balcony that gave her a view of the spectacular gardens. She breathed in the wonderful aroma from the flowerbeds that were below her balcony. She was on the second floor in the palace by the looks of it. Sara could've easily jumped down without hurting herself. A light wind picked up and blew her hair slightly around her face. Sara didn't notice she was too busy staring into space. All she was looking at was the different colours of all the flower petals.
Melian knew that all she needed was some time alone, so she went through to clean up the bathroom.
Sara didn't know how long she stood there and stared, but she soon noticed the pinks and purple shades of the sky because of the setting sun. She sighed wistfully. She wished that she was at home. Without thinking Sara began humming to herself. She always sang or hummed when she was alone. She was thinking about the song that her mother always sang to her to cheer her up. She stared bobbing her head along to the happy song and she began to sing the words out loud.
"I've got a lovely bunch of coconuts,
There they are standing on a row,
Big ones, small ones,
Some as big as your head!
Give 'em a-"
However, she was cut off by loud laughter. Sara blushed when she realised how loud she must have been singing. It mustn't have been THAT loud, but to an elf, all somebody had to do was whisper a tiny bit and they thought it was a loud cry.
Sara turned her flushed head downwards to look at who was laughing at her song. Her embarrassment soon turned to anger. She wasn't that bad a singing was she?
"Like your song," one of the pair of twins said to her and nudged the other person in the ribs.
"Yeah, I like it too," Sara said, trying to not make herself look stupid. "That's why I sing it,"
Then it hit her. Yup, like a ton of bricks on her head.
"Oh, GOD. The princes!" she whispered hoarsely to herself. Argh! She had just made a fool of herself in front of them! What were they going to think? Well, they were probably just going to ignore her and call her a retard.
Oh, how wrong she was.
"What about us?" said the other one.
She groaned. "Kill me, kill me now!" Sara said.
"Well, if you just hang on while I get my bow. . . " one said.
Sara couldn't even tell them apart. They were both handsome with blue eyes and dark brown hair that set off their pale skin tone. They almost looked angelic. She looked at their wonderful bone structure and their sparkling blue eyes. She didn't even notice that they were also studying her.
They both stared at her. Wow, her eyes were weird. They were also scarily beautiful. They couldn't stop looking at them. Elladan was the first to notice her hair. This one was special.
"What's your name, milady?" Elladan asked, remembering his manners. Elrohir had yet to recover.
Eventually, Sara noticed that they were checking her out too. Eww. Then one of them snapped out of their trance and asked her what her name was.
She gave them a smile before she answered.
"YOUR lady now am I?" Sara said, with a cheeky grin.
"If you play your cards right," Elladan answered also smiling, his was more mischievous.
Elladan glanced over at his stupid brother, whom was still gawping. Sara spoke.
"So, what is you name, your highness?" Sara asked. "Or should I say, highnesses?" she added, looking at the other moron that was still staring. He was starting to scare her.
Elladan coughed to get Elrohir's attention, but even this didn't bring him back to reality.
"Well, I'm Elladan," he began and nudged Elrohir.
"What? Oh, and his name's Elladan. . . " he said still in a slight daze.
Sara laughed at them both. Typical. Though it had never happened to her before, Sara knew that guys were very unsubtle when it came to staring. But for once, this strange, wonderful, cute little elf was looking right at her eyes, and not her chest. For once she felt appreciative over her new looks. Maybe having multicoloured eyes was an advantage.
"Elrohir, you are making an utter fool of yourself!" he hissed at his incapable brother. Yet still he stared.
Sara heard this and laughed. Her laughter was music to their ears. Both Elladan and Elrohir both had the urge to make her laugh again.
"Well, your highnesses, it was nice meeting you," Sara said, and bowed. She forgot that she had the balcony rail in front of her and she bashed her head against it. "Ouch!" she said, rubbing her forehead.
She only heard one person laugh. She looked over again. Sara couldn't tell which one was laughing; they both looked exactly the same. The only way she could tell was because one was still staring at her.
"Even that didn't bring him back to Earth," Sara said to Elladan, shaking her head. He was still laughing.
"No, my brother is very stupid," Elladan said, expecting a witty comeback from his twin, but still nothing.
"You have such an effect on him," he said to her. "What is your name?" Elladan asked, looking away from his brother to see the girl he had just met.
"Sara," she replied.
"Sara. . . that is a very unusual name," Elladan stated. That name seemed to roll off his tongue.
"So is Elladan," she said, and walked off into her room away from the view of them both.
Elladan faced his brother.
"Way to go, Elrohir," he said, and walked away laughing.
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Chapter Six; Must Be My Eyes
She lay there in her bed, staring up at the white ceiling for what seemed like a lifetime. But that was the problem; she could stare for more than a lifetime. She could stare for eternity. She was immortal after all. Really, Sara had been like this for a few days, only speaking when she was asked a question. The only reason she would move was when nature called, and when the maids wanted to change her sheets. Sara shook her head in disbelief. They seemed to have an obsession with cleaning bedspreads.
She had stopped crying a while ago, when she was too exhausted to let another crystal tear fall from her red puffy eyes. She wondered if they had any cucumbers to put on her eyes. It was bad for them if one cried and one didn't cool them off straight away.
The hourly timid knock rapped on her door. All Sara had the energy to do was mumble something that even she didn't know what she was talking about. Not even an elf could understand her muttering. The door opened and Sara's maid, Melian, stepped in the room cautiously, inspecting it at the same time. Melian reminded Sara of a rather clean-freak Monica from 'Friends'. Sara sighed, slightly annoyed. Melian had knocked on the door only an hour ago, inspecting the state of the room then. Obviously, nothing had changed. Like Sara REALLY could be bothered moving at the moment. Nope, she was quite content being a clinically depressed teenager.
"You know Lady Sara, you would feel a lot better with some fresh air," Melian said, stepping towards the bed that Sara was in with a tray of food in her hand.
"Yeah, we went through this, how long ago? An hour, an hour and a half?" Sara said.
"Well . . . "
"And do you remember my reply to that oh so witty idea?" Sara said again, looking at the maid that had just carefully placed her lunch on the bedside cabinet beside her.
"Well, I cannot repeat what you said word for word, it would be rather unladylike," Melian replied.
Sara rolled her eyes. These women were rapped up in cotton wool. Too delicate for their own good.
"Well, I have a message for you," Melian said, raising her head haughtily as if she has just had some major promotion.
'Oooh, a messenger, how cool! Should I be quaking in my boots right now, or gasping in awe?' Sara thought sarcastically.
Sara raised her eyebrows to show that she was actually listening. She hadn't moved from the position on her back to even check what the hell the stupid elf was doing now. She just couldn't be bothered speaking anymore, she had just wasted her energy on the little conversation they had just a second ago. Even three sentences were simply too much for her.
"Yes, from Lord Elrond. He asked to see you tonight at the feast. He hasn't seen you for a while; you have been in you room the whole time you have been here," she said, looking around again, crinkling her nose in disgust at the thought of someone not moving for three days.
She made her way over to the curtains that had been drawn up for the time that Sara had been here and opened the, much to Sara's despair. Sara cried out and covered her sensitive eyes because they needed to get used to the sudden change in the room's light.
"You can't live like this, Lady Sara. You'll end up looking fat and old," Melian said.
So much for support.
Sara just shrugged. She still couldn't be bothered speaking.
"Well, you have to be at this feast; lord Elrond's relatives are coming home at last! Bless, fifteen at last! Time flies,"
This time, Sara showed interest. Hmm, an elf around her age. She hadn't seen one of those yet. They all seemed to be old around here. The youngest elf she had seen was about three hundred years old. This called for some serious hair washing.
Sara immediately swung her legs out of bed and headed for the bathroom, ignoring the calls of surprise for Melian.
'I thought a boy would get her out of bed,' Melian thought, grinning at the fact that she had succeeded in the task of trying to get her to move. 'She would obviously want to freshen up for them,'
Sara opened the door to her en suite bathroom and walked over to the white porcelain bathtub, switching on the silver taps to let both hot and cold water out. She heard Melian bustling in behind her, closing the door with a quiet snap.
"What am I going to wear?" Sara though out loud, thinking about meeting the teenager. Wow, this person was within reach! Not like snobby 'I'm too old for you by five hundred years' Legolas. Mind you, he WAS hot. But this certain lucky person might be privileged with her presence.
Wow.
Very lucky.
However, Sara didn't really feel that special. She wasn't the best catch that that boy could get, but he might have a friend, or a twin.
Sara didn't know just how accurate she was.
"So, what's his name?" Sara asked her maid, sitting on the edge of the tub, testing the water with her hand. There wasn't any point in this because elves could stand any temperature, hot or cold.
"THEIR names, Lady Sara, are Prince Elladan and Elrohir. They are sons of-"
"Hold on. THEIR names?" Sara asked. There were two of them? Was this her lucky day? She had the chance of TWO friends in this world? Whoopdy doo, Basil! She thought sarcastically. She was so lonely here. She hated being alone. Always in her own world she would have her friends surrounding her, but not now. She couldn't see one familiar face when she even could be bothered looking around her empty room.
"Yes, they are twins. Didn't you know?" Melian asked, raising an eyebrow.
"No, sorry. I left my all powerful mind reading machine at home," Sara said, rolling her eyes. Now she was expected to know everybody in this damn kingdom? Argh. She was stressed and she hadn't even left her room yet.
"Now, if you'll excuse me, I have a head of hair to wash. Would you kindly leave?" Sara asked with a false smile on her face.
"Why?" Melian asked.
"Um . . . maybe it's the fact that I will be wearing nothing whilst I take a bath, you know, like normal people do," she said, her smile now becoming rather fixed. Were ALL these people weirdoes?
"But it is my job to wash you," the maid said.
What? Their maids wash the people here? Freaks!
"Huh?" Sara said.
"Come along now, dear, we haven't got all day!" Melian said briskly, walking up to the bath and switching the taps off. She then got some bubble bath that smelled rather nice in Sara's opinion. But now wasn't the time to sniff water. No, now was the time to get rid of some poxy little maid that was getting on her nerves.
Sara knew that Melian had her best intensions at heart, but she was still annoying Sara.
"Bog off," Sara said bluntly. The maid gasped.
"You know, go away? Scram? Go somewhere else? Like, now?" Sara continued.
"Oh my. . . " Melian began.
"Fine, I'm not getting a bath," Sara said, crossing her arms over her chest stubbornly.
Melian knew that Sara would just go to the feast smelling appallingly and not have a care in the world. So the maid huffed and stormed out of the bathroom, rather insulted if you asked me.
"Finally, a bit of piece and quiet," Sara muttered as she got undressed and sunk into the soothing hot water.
When she had finished washing herself, she started on her hair, scrubbing her scalp with the fruity smelling shampoo that she had found along the edge of the bathtub. It hadn't been washed in over a week or so, and it really did need a good clean.
She stepped out of the bath, grabbed a towel that was folded up neatly in the corner and dried her hair with it. Wrapping the towel around herself, she padded into the next room where she found Melian putting clean sheets on the bed. Sara sighed and shook her head in disbelief. She only changed them yesterday. Surely Sara wasn't that dirty?
"Right, what I am going to wear tonight? I haven't got any clothes with me," Sara said, realising that she had only worn a white night gown for her entire stay here.
"That is all sorted out," Melian said, walking over to the corner of the room where two walk in wardrobe doors where and flung them open. Sara went over to see what Melian was looking at. She kept on staring at Sara, then looking in the wardrobe muttering "no, not that one either," to herself. She looked like a nutter escaped from a loony bin.
Sara tried to peek inside to see what dresses they were, but Melian wouldn't let her, saying something about 'how it was her job to choose something for her to wear'. She concluded that they were obviously dresses because that was all the women wore around here. Frilly frocks. She would rather be dead than be seen in one of those horrors. Personally, she thought that the maid's uniforms had a nice classy tone to them. Elegant, well fitted. Not frilly. They just wore a simple dress.
Simple. Yes, that was all Sara wanted.
"Ah! This is the one! Come over here, Lady Sara," beckoned Melian. Sara did as she was told.
She was dreading what she was about to see. If it was an atrocious dress, then she gave herself permission to burn it. To her surprise, it wasn't like that at all. Sara gasped.
It was a silky lilac dress, no frills or anything. It had long sleeves that almost reached the ground, and around the hems of the dress was dark purple stitching. At the waist it had a matching dark purple ties that went together behind her back. One small problem, or rather, one large problem.
"It's too long for me," Sara said. She didn't need to try it on to tell that if she was to wear it then it she would trip over on the hem a few times. Now that wasn't graceful for a young lady, was it?
The maid gave her a confused look.
"No it isn't," she said.
"Yes it is," Sara answered back.
"No, it isn't,"
"Yes, it is," Sara insisted. If there was one good thing she was at, it was arguing and being stubborn. Sara strode up to the dress and held it up against her.
"See, told you it was too. . . " Sara trailed off and looked up.
"See, I told you that it wasn't too long," said Melian with a smug look on her face.
"But . . how tall am I then?" Sara asked, extremely confused. She just thought that Melian was an extremely short elf to be the same height as Sara.
"Around six foot," Melian answered with the nod of her head as if this was utterly normal.
But to Sara this was utterly NOT normal. You don't just wake up one day and you're suddenly a lanky giant.
"What?" Sara asked.
"Yes, it's normal for an elf to have sudden growth spurts whilst they are young," Melian said and laughed at the confused look on Sara's face.
Priceless.
"How old am I then?" Sara asked. She didn't know why, she thought she already knew. The fact that she had grown didn't really matter at all, but Sara was really lost here.
"I don't know, do I? You look about fourteen now, that is the usual age for this to happen," Melian said in a 'matter of factly' type of voice.
"Well, I'm thirteen," Sara said.
"You can't be," Melian said, replacing her smug look with a frown.
"What's the date?" Sara asked suddenly.
This took Melian by surprise and she had to think for a while before she answered.
"Um. . . 30th of August. Why?"
Then it suddenly hit Sara. She had been looking forward to her birthday before she came to this place. She must've been here for about a week and a half. She had missed her birthday. August 25th.
Did her parents miss her? Did they miss her as much as she missed them on her birthday? Did their heart ache at night, when they lay alone in bed thinking about her as she did about them? Sara felt her eyes filling up again and she swallowed a lump that had formed at the back of her throat.
Were they even proud of her? Would they remember her when they were old? Would they wonder where she had gone and never feel whole again? This was how she felt at the moment. She had lost everything. She had nothing. Maybe she had traded her life for one here. What was the point anymore? Sara felt a sinking feeling in her stomach once more.
Immediately she felt comforting arms around her and Sara sobbed into Melian's shoulder.
She had nothing left. Sara didn't care anymore. Her whole life had fallen all around her and she was left with nobody. Not even God could help her now. She was lost.
Sara didn't know how long she stood like this. She finally regained her senses and felt stupid for being such a crybaby. She pulled out of their embrace and wiped her face clear of tears. Melian looked at her with concern in her eyes and Sara gave her a small smile to reassure Melian that she was OK now.
"I'm fine now. Sorry," Sara muttered, turning her gaze to the floor.
"No, it's OK. You have been through a lot. Never be sorry for showing your feelings," Melian said. She felt so sorry for the girl. Poor little thing. She had just lost all of her family.
"I never knew that the date could get you so upset," Melian joked, knowing full well that it wasn't that reason why Sara was crying. Sara gave a small laugh.
"Well, now you know my weakness," Sara said.
Melian sat down on the bed and patted the space next to herself for Sara to sit down also.
"Care to share?" Melian asked. It was good for people to talk about their problems.
Sara sat down and gave a small laugh at the little rhyme that Melian had just said. She then stayed in silence. Sara suddenly became very interested in the wall across the room.
Melian sighed. "You don't have to," she reassured gently, rubbing Sara's arm to comfort her. She looked so distressed. Melian was sure that she was the closest thing to a family that Sara had. She felt that it was her duty to make Sara feel happy again. All she needed was a mother to look after her. Malian could be that to her.
Sara nodded in appreciation.
"Right, why don't you try that dress on then?" Melian said, attempting to change the subject for Sara's sake.
Sara tightened her grip on the bath towel around herself and walked up to the dress, looking at it in awe. She couldn't wear this; she wasn't beautiful enough for it. The dress was stunning. But she couldn't let the chance pass for her to try it on. Surely that wouldn't hurt?
So, she slipped the dress of its hanger and went into the bathroom to get changed into the majestic gown. It seemed to fit OK and she tied the ribbons together at the back. All she needed was a mirror. . .
Sara peeked her head out of the doorway and looked around her room for a mirror. She found one on her vanity cupboard and she walked up to it, whist Melian was sorting out the dresses that she had disarranged when she was looking through the wardrobe. She started to mutter to herself again, but even Sara couldn't hear what she was saying.
She gasped at her reflection. Her hair, which she had loose, reached the bottom of her back. The brown parts were straight, but the six strips of gold were wavy, almost like completely different hair moulded into one. Sara still hadn't got used to her blue and brown eyes, and her looks. But she hadn't seen herself in a mirror since she was smaller. Now she was obviously a lot taller and had a different build. The dress hugged the top half of her body, until just below her hips and then it fell gracefully to the ground, the sleeves going along with it. They were going to annoy her. Not like she was going to wear the dress to the feast anyway. She heard Melian's approval for the dress from behind her.
"I'm not going to wear it," Sara said, never taking her eyes away from her reflection. She was getting vainer by the day.
"Why? You look beautiful!" exclaimed Melian, smiling.
"No, I don't. I just don't feel right. This isn't me wearing this. It's somebody else. No, I am NOT wearing it," Sara said, to tell you the truth, she was scared of going to the feast like that. She felt weird. She hadn't worn a dress since she was five. Sara felt like if she did wear it, then all the attention would be on her.
"Please?" Melian pleaded. She looked so pretty in that dress. It was wonderful on her.
Sara slowly shook her head and went out onto the balcony that gave her a view of the spectacular gardens. She breathed in the wonderful aroma from the flowerbeds that were below her balcony. She was on the second floor in the palace by the looks of it. Sara could've easily jumped down without hurting herself. A light wind picked up and blew her hair slightly around her face. Sara didn't notice she was too busy staring into space. All she was looking at was the different colours of all the flower petals.
Melian knew that all she needed was some time alone, so she went through to clean up the bathroom.
Sara didn't know how long she stood there and stared, but she soon noticed the pinks and purple shades of the sky because of the setting sun. She sighed wistfully. She wished that she was at home. Without thinking Sara began humming to herself. She always sang or hummed when she was alone. She was thinking about the song that her mother always sang to her to cheer her up. She stared bobbing her head along to the happy song and she began to sing the words out loud.
"I've got a lovely bunch of coconuts,
There they are standing on a row,
Big ones, small ones,
Some as big as your head!
Give 'em a-"
However, she was cut off by loud laughter. Sara blushed when she realised how loud she must have been singing. It mustn't have been THAT loud, but to an elf, all somebody had to do was whisper a tiny bit and they thought it was a loud cry.
Sara turned her flushed head downwards to look at who was laughing at her song. Her embarrassment soon turned to anger. She wasn't that bad a singing was she?
"Like your song," one of the pair of twins said to her and nudged the other person in the ribs.
"Yeah, I like it too," Sara said, trying to not make herself look stupid. "That's why I sing it,"
Then it hit her. Yup, like a ton of bricks on her head.
"Oh, GOD. The princes!" she whispered hoarsely to herself. Argh! She had just made a fool of herself in front of them! What were they going to think? Well, they were probably just going to ignore her and call her a retard.
Oh, how wrong she was.
"What about us?" said the other one.
She groaned. "Kill me, kill me now!" Sara said.
"Well, if you just hang on while I get my bow. . . " one said.
Sara couldn't even tell them apart. They were both handsome with blue eyes and dark brown hair that set off their pale skin tone. They almost looked angelic. She looked at their wonderful bone structure and their sparkling blue eyes. She didn't even notice that they were also studying her.
They both stared at her. Wow, her eyes were weird. They were also scarily beautiful. They couldn't stop looking at them. Elladan was the first to notice her hair. This one was special.
"What's your name, milady?" Elladan asked, remembering his manners. Elrohir had yet to recover.
Eventually, Sara noticed that they were checking her out too. Eww. Then one of them snapped out of their trance and asked her what her name was.
She gave them a smile before she answered.
"YOUR lady now am I?" Sara said, with a cheeky grin.
"If you play your cards right," Elladan answered also smiling, his was more mischievous.
Elladan glanced over at his stupid brother, whom was still gawping. Sara spoke.
"So, what is you name, your highness?" Sara asked. "Or should I say, highnesses?" she added, looking at the other moron that was still staring. He was starting to scare her.
Elladan coughed to get Elrohir's attention, but even this didn't bring him back to reality.
"Well, I'm Elladan," he began and nudged Elrohir.
"What? Oh, and his name's Elladan. . . " he said still in a slight daze.
Sara laughed at them both. Typical. Though it had never happened to her before, Sara knew that guys were very unsubtle when it came to staring. But for once, this strange, wonderful, cute little elf was looking right at her eyes, and not her chest. For once she felt appreciative over her new looks. Maybe having multicoloured eyes was an advantage.
"Elrohir, you are making an utter fool of yourself!" he hissed at his incapable brother. Yet still he stared.
Sara heard this and laughed. Her laughter was music to their ears. Both Elladan and Elrohir both had the urge to make her laugh again.
"Well, your highnesses, it was nice meeting you," Sara said, and bowed. She forgot that she had the balcony rail in front of her and she bashed her head against it. "Ouch!" she said, rubbing her forehead.
She only heard one person laugh. She looked over again. Sara couldn't tell which one was laughing; they both looked exactly the same. The only way she could tell was because one was still staring at her.
"Even that didn't bring him back to Earth," Sara said to Elladan, shaking her head. He was still laughing.
"No, my brother is very stupid," Elladan said, expecting a witty comeback from his twin, but still nothing.
"You have such an effect on him," he said to her. "What is your name?" Elladan asked, looking away from his brother to see the girl he had just met.
"Sara," she replied.
"Sara. . . that is a very unusual name," Elladan stated. That name seemed to roll off his tongue.
"So is Elladan," she said, and walked off into her room away from the view of them both.
Elladan faced his brother.
"Way to go, Elrohir," he said, and walked away laughing.
Well???? What do you think? This chap is only a time- filler thingy. Just gives you an idea of what is going on at the mo. What do you think about the twins entrance? Good or bad, just review!!!!
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