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Legolas looked at himself critically in the mirror. He was going to see Hana for the first time in seven years. Did he look okay? Were his braids straight? Did Hana still plait her hair the same way?
He mentally shook himself. He was curious about the quest that Gandalf had mentioned in passing, and he wondered if it concerned him at all.
A sharp knock at the door disturbed his thoughts. Walking briskly over to the door, he flung it open. One of the Rivendell servants stood, already bowing.
"Sorry to disturb you, my lord, your highness, sir." began the wheedling voice of the servant.
Legolas rolled his eyes. He might be the crown prince of Mirkwood, but he was still a person.
".but your sister, Princess of Mirkwood, her royal highness."
Legolas was already off and running, leaving his door wide open and the servant still listing all of Hana's titles.
In the courtyard, Hana had just slipped off her horse when she was flung backwards and could not see for the flurry of blonde hair that had surrounded her, namely Legolas. The hug that he gave her was even tighter than the hug she had received from Aragorn.
Stepping back so his sister could breathe, Legolas looked into identical sparkling eyes. A cherry red set of lips grinned at him, and his own grinned back of their own accord. A strand of brown hair had moved, and now covered Hana's face. Reaching out, Legolas tucked the strand of hair to one side of her face.
"Hello, Legolas," she greeted him finally, her voice betraying the fact that she was resisting the urge to squeal with glee.
"Hana," he nodded, barely able to control his excitement.
"Ah, and the final guest has arrived," a voice boomed out from behind the rapidly gathering crowd.
The crowd turned as one to see Gandalf the Grey striding through the crowd.
"I think after a little rest, we can begin the council," he stated. "Legolas, I trust you can show Hana where her room will be?"
Legolas nodded and gestured for Hana to follow him. This she did, and he led her along a great many passageways and up a huge amount of stairs. Every person they passed bowed so low that their noses almost scraped the ground, or curtseyed so low they were practically sitting.
Eventually, Hana and Legolas reached a circular wooden door.
"This is my room," Legolas pointed out. Thankfully, the servant had had the sense to shut it.
The next room down the hall, with a similar door was Hana's. Pushing on the door, Legolas walked inside and Hana followed.
"Why does every person we meet have to treat us like gods!?" Hana demanded.
"Still not into the royalty thing?" Legolas asked.
Hana shook her head, and Legolas agreed with her whole-heartedly. What was the point of doing nothing but shake hands with all the important people, or having everybody drop to their knees if they happen to come across you in a corridor?
"Or the dress thing?" he teased gently.
Hana laughed and shook her head again. She hated dresses with a fiery vengeance. She hated frills, ruffles and pink. A major drawback if you're a princes,, normally she wore clothes similar to Legolas's. A combination of a green cape, and other items of clothing that don't include a skirt.
"You know you'll have to wear the official Mirkwood archer uniform for the council?" Legolas questioned.
Although the female Mirkwood archer uniform didn't have ruffles or frills, it was still a dress. It was green suede very short dress, that fanned outwards at the hip. There was a brown belt with various pouches attached and brown suede boots.
"When is the council?" Hana enquired.
"Very shortly," Legolas replied. "I'd get changed if I were you."
Legolas left Hana's room to go to his own, and Hana rooted in her bag for the uniform. Pulling it out, she slipped it on and prepared for the council.
Authors note: I got my first review! Thanks Anastasia Who!
Legolas looked at himself critically in the mirror. He was going to see Hana for the first time in seven years. Did he look okay? Were his braids straight? Did Hana still plait her hair the same way?
He mentally shook himself. He was curious about the quest that Gandalf had mentioned in passing, and he wondered if it concerned him at all.
A sharp knock at the door disturbed his thoughts. Walking briskly over to the door, he flung it open. One of the Rivendell servants stood, already bowing.
"Sorry to disturb you, my lord, your highness, sir." began the wheedling voice of the servant.
Legolas rolled his eyes. He might be the crown prince of Mirkwood, but he was still a person.
".but your sister, Princess of Mirkwood, her royal highness."
Legolas was already off and running, leaving his door wide open and the servant still listing all of Hana's titles.
In the courtyard, Hana had just slipped off her horse when she was flung backwards and could not see for the flurry of blonde hair that had surrounded her, namely Legolas. The hug that he gave her was even tighter than the hug she had received from Aragorn.
Stepping back so his sister could breathe, Legolas looked into identical sparkling eyes. A cherry red set of lips grinned at him, and his own grinned back of their own accord. A strand of brown hair had moved, and now covered Hana's face. Reaching out, Legolas tucked the strand of hair to one side of her face.
"Hello, Legolas," she greeted him finally, her voice betraying the fact that she was resisting the urge to squeal with glee.
"Hana," he nodded, barely able to control his excitement.
"Ah, and the final guest has arrived," a voice boomed out from behind the rapidly gathering crowd.
The crowd turned as one to see Gandalf the Grey striding through the crowd.
"I think after a little rest, we can begin the council," he stated. "Legolas, I trust you can show Hana where her room will be?"
Legolas nodded and gestured for Hana to follow him. This she did, and he led her along a great many passageways and up a huge amount of stairs. Every person they passed bowed so low that their noses almost scraped the ground, or curtseyed so low they were practically sitting.
Eventually, Hana and Legolas reached a circular wooden door.
"This is my room," Legolas pointed out. Thankfully, the servant had had the sense to shut it.
The next room down the hall, with a similar door was Hana's. Pushing on the door, Legolas walked inside and Hana followed.
"Why does every person we meet have to treat us like gods!?" Hana demanded.
"Still not into the royalty thing?" Legolas asked.
Hana shook her head, and Legolas agreed with her whole-heartedly. What was the point of doing nothing but shake hands with all the important people, or having everybody drop to their knees if they happen to come across you in a corridor?
"Or the dress thing?" he teased gently.
Hana laughed and shook her head again. She hated dresses with a fiery vengeance. She hated frills, ruffles and pink. A major drawback if you're a princes,, normally she wore clothes similar to Legolas's. A combination of a green cape, and other items of clothing that don't include a skirt.
"You know you'll have to wear the official Mirkwood archer uniform for the council?" Legolas questioned.
Although the female Mirkwood archer uniform didn't have ruffles or frills, it was still a dress. It was green suede very short dress, that fanned outwards at the hip. There was a brown belt with various pouches attached and brown suede boots.
"When is the council?" Hana enquired.
"Very shortly," Legolas replied. "I'd get changed if I were you."
Legolas left Hana's room to go to his own, and Hana rooted in her bag for the uniform. Pulling it out, she slipped it on and prepared for the council.