A/N: Ok I really hate fanfiction.net! It screws up with the format of my story and I just want to beat it over the head with a book!!!!! If anyone has any ideas on how I can fix this, please email me at laidalwen@yahoo.com. Oh and please, review even if it is a crummy review or just pointless they are what inspire me to write.
Disclaimer: nope I still don't own anything….except for my elves! If only Legolas was my elf…..
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Varathien sorted through all her dresses to find one suitable for the nights feast. She finally decided on a silver dress, trimmed in an icy blue that matched her eyes. The dress had long bell sleeves that flowed down to her knees. The dress floated above the ground by her feet but had a small train behind it that barely dragged behind. After putting her dress on, she quickly brushed her hair out, which framed her face and cascaded down her back like a waterfall. Varathien applied the little makeup and perfumes that she had and glanced at herself in her mirror on her way out. She decided that she did not look half bad considering that she made the dress from fabric that was left over from a dress made for a royal, and the make up was from Minyaglamwen a gift for beginning her training.
Varathien started her walk down to the apothecary; all the healers going tonight were to meet there. On her way, she passed the kitchen and decided to stop to thank Laduni once again for working the night for her. Standing outside the kitchen looking, she wondered if she would be a bother if she came in. Varathien went in anyway, she wanted a chance to smell all the food before any one else at the feast could. Elves were running around the kitchen shouting orders to others, carrying trays around, and rushing to keep things from burning. She found Laduni chopping up herbs to be added to a stew and walked over to her.
"Thank you again Laduni!" she said hugging her friend.
"You're welcome; I know that you will make it up to me." Laduni turned to examine her close friend. "You look wonderful! I bet you will be the Elf every one has their eye on! You had better tell me all about it later, but I really must be getting back to cooking. Eglaturiel is in an awful mood tonight, and I don't want to get hit by another spoon tonight." Laduni pushed her out of the kitchen trying to avoid being seen away from her duties.
Smiling, Varathien stood looking in the kitchen once more watching Laduni try to be invisible and get back to work. She knew that she would not be getting in trouble; Eglaturiel was busy yelling at someone who broke a cup. Pulling herself away from the small window in she started her walk to the apothecary once more. She soon saw other healers heading in and another Elf that was two weeks ahead her in training to be a healer. She quickly ran up to the door, trying to get rid of the nerves that were forming in her stomach.
"Varathien, child! You look wonderful!" Minyaglamwen proclaimed walking over to hug her.
"As do you." Varathien said stepping back from her.
"Hush, all I did was put on an old dress and actually do something with my hair but you. You look like you are a dream, not some healer that nobody notices. Come now we are almost ready to head down, you're the last to arrive." The old elf grabbed her arm and led her over to everyone else making sure nobody was missing.
"Varathien?" asked a healer elf, who was always out with guards on trips. She had not seem him since she first began training and was shocked by how much older he appeared.
"Tarnaur, it is so good to see you. I didn't know you were back yet." Varathien studied his face and could see years had been added onto it. His dark hair no longer had its vibrant shine to it, and his eyes seemed distant. Seeing the hurt he had, could age any man instantly.
"You really are turning into a stunning young lady. How has your training been coming?" Varathien and Tarnaur talked until it was time for them to leave. Varathien did not mind talking to the older man but would have preferred to spend her time with a younger Elf, with whom she would have had more in common with, but she was the youngest Elf in the group for the time being. There was always somebody starting to train and stopping after a while, never making it to become a healer.
The doors to the great hall before them were opened up and sounds of sweet music and laughter came to great them. Most people had already arrived to the feast and were seated holding small conversations to pass the time before the real festivities began. Varathien found her seat between Tarnaur and Minyaglamwen and quickly settled down. She scanned the room and saw that the Prince was not there yet and neither were the rest of the Elves that traveled with him. She hoped that during a dance she might get the chance to dance with him and quickly was off in a daydream while waiting for things to start.