Story Title: LOTR: Legend of the White Owl
Premise: Takes place after LOTR Book 2: The Two Towers and before the third book.
Spoilers: LOTR, both the book and movie versions.
Disclaimer: It's intended to be light romance and adventure. There may be some scenes of an adult nature. This story is in progress and may be edited at anytime.
Credit: Tolkein owns the original story, all characters, places and languages etc. The plot is mine. Steal or post this without my permission and you are breaking the law. This story has been read and reviewed during creation and therefore undoubtedly my own. Any similarities between my own created characters are not intended and completely coincidental.
Feedback: Please feel free to provide feedback and constructive criticism. However do not expect me to change an entire story because of your comment. Flaming comments are not welcome, if you cannot say anything constructive then don't say anything at all.
Chapter 3: Dress Making
I knocked on the door of the seamstress' room and was quickly ushered in. Manella was a beautiful young woman whose mother had been seamstress before she died early last year. Manella and I, because we were just 4 days difference in age, had grown up as playmates and were good friends. I sniffed audibly and Manella laughed. "Mrs Clay sent up some breakfast for us both and asked that you join her when we are finished to arrange the menu for this evening. She is currently running the kitchen boys ragged bringing in mead and ale from the store and digging fresh vegetables." I laughed and broke off a piece of the fresh baked steaming bread that was on the platter. True to form Mrs Clay had sent a huge spread for us both including, fresh bread, those pork sausages she had mentioned, boiled eggs, honey and a pitcher of lovely fresh milk. Manella snatched the bread from my hands as I took a second bite and shook her head. Strange, people have been doing that a lot to me lately. "Come now mistress let's take your measurement before you stuff yourself into a whale." I laughed at Manella. "Oh Manny I have missed our fun together!" I answered stepping up onto the stool Manella had in the middle of the room.
Manella quickly took the measurements she needed and then we sat in the window eating breakfast and giggling over the plight of the current stable lad who had managed to gain the unwanted attention of my cousin Laylor and the attempts she had made to win him over. Before we realised the plate was empty and we were both yawning. "Come now." Manella startled me out of my daydream "Let's go and choose the material for this gown and then I had better get moving or you will wearing the gown still pinned together." Manella opened a large chest to reveal yards and yards of all different fabric. I sighed, I had never been much good at this girlie type stuff. Manella rolled her eyes and delved into the chest pulling out this and that and holding them up to check the colour against my complexion. "This is it!" she exclaimed with excitement, holding up a very pale green shimmering piece of velvet. "It brings out the green in your eyes, doesn't make you look any more pale than you already do and looks great with your hair." She said laying a segment of my dark red hair against the material. I looked down and nodded. "It will do." I mumbled before giving Manella a dig in the ribs "And don't you think I don't know when you are having a go at my hair, I know it is as red as blazes. You don't have to remind me. We can't all have raven locks like your own". Manella giggled and jabbed me back. "And we can't all be a princess either."
I left the sewing room still laughing and almost bumped headfirst into one of the kitchen hands. "You are wanted in the kitchen." He said rather sternly. "Oh yes I am on my way." I replied "There are dishes that need taken down to the washroom right through that door." I hitched my dress and stalked off with an air of authority leaving the kitchen hand gaping in my wake. I knew it was the maid's duty to clear the dishes, but that would teach him for being so stern.
I took the long way to the kitchen hoping to get a glimpse of our visitors as they entered through the front door and foyer. I was in luck, they were shaking off travelling cloaks in the foyer as pages rushed about to collect them and wet clothing to be hung up and dried. It wasn't really that I was interested in getting a glimpse of the real heir of Gondor it was because I wanted to see Gandolf, or so I told myself. I squinted slightly in the gloom of the landing to see the tall dark man who was obviously Aragorn. Handsome! I thought to myself. I might not need a husband but it could be fun to look. Before I could be spotted lingering I turned left and pushed open a serving door disappearing into the servant corridor.
Premise: Takes place after LOTR Book 2: The Two Towers and before the third book.
Spoilers: LOTR, both the book and movie versions.
Disclaimer: It's intended to be light romance and adventure. There may be some scenes of an adult nature. This story is in progress and may be edited at anytime.
Credit: Tolkein owns the original story, all characters, places and languages etc. The plot is mine. Steal or post this without my permission and you are breaking the law. This story has been read and reviewed during creation and therefore undoubtedly my own. Any similarities between my own created characters are not intended and completely coincidental.
Feedback: Please feel free to provide feedback and constructive criticism. However do not expect me to change an entire story because of your comment. Flaming comments are not welcome, if you cannot say anything constructive then don't say anything at all.
Chapter 3: Dress Making
I knocked on the door of the seamstress' room and was quickly ushered in. Manella was a beautiful young woman whose mother had been seamstress before she died early last year. Manella and I, because we were just 4 days difference in age, had grown up as playmates and were good friends. I sniffed audibly and Manella laughed. "Mrs Clay sent up some breakfast for us both and asked that you join her when we are finished to arrange the menu for this evening. She is currently running the kitchen boys ragged bringing in mead and ale from the store and digging fresh vegetables." I laughed and broke off a piece of the fresh baked steaming bread that was on the platter. True to form Mrs Clay had sent a huge spread for us both including, fresh bread, those pork sausages she had mentioned, boiled eggs, honey and a pitcher of lovely fresh milk. Manella snatched the bread from my hands as I took a second bite and shook her head. Strange, people have been doing that a lot to me lately. "Come now mistress let's take your measurement before you stuff yourself into a whale." I laughed at Manella. "Oh Manny I have missed our fun together!" I answered stepping up onto the stool Manella had in the middle of the room.
Manella quickly took the measurements she needed and then we sat in the window eating breakfast and giggling over the plight of the current stable lad who had managed to gain the unwanted attention of my cousin Laylor and the attempts she had made to win him over. Before we realised the plate was empty and we were both yawning. "Come now." Manella startled me out of my daydream "Let's go and choose the material for this gown and then I had better get moving or you will wearing the gown still pinned together." Manella opened a large chest to reveal yards and yards of all different fabric. I sighed, I had never been much good at this girlie type stuff. Manella rolled her eyes and delved into the chest pulling out this and that and holding them up to check the colour against my complexion. "This is it!" she exclaimed with excitement, holding up a very pale green shimmering piece of velvet. "It brings out the green in your eyes, doesn't make you look any more pale than you already do and looks great with your hair." She said laying a segment of my dark red hair against the material. I looked down and nodded. "It will do." I mumbled before giving Manella a dig in the ribs "And don't you think I don't know when you are having a go at my hair, I know it is as red as blazes. You don't have to remind me. We can't all have raven locks like your own". Manella giggled and jabbed me back. "And we can't all be a princess either."
I left the sewing room still laughing and almost bumped headfirst into one of the kitchen hands. "You are wanted in the kitchen." He said rather sternly. "Oh yes I am on my way." I replied "There are dishes that need taken down to the washroom right through that door." I hitched my dress and stalked off with an air of authority leaving the kitchen hand gaping in my wake. I knew it was the maid's duty to clear the dishes, but that would teach him for being so stern.
I took the long way to the kitchen hoping to get a glimpse of our visitors as they entered through the front door and foyer. I was in luck, they were shaking off travelling cloaks in the foyer as pages rushed about to collect them and wet clothing to be hung up and dried. It wasn't really that I was interested in getting a glimpse of the real heir of Gondor it was because I wanted to see Gandolf, or so I told myself. I squinted slightly in the gloom of the landing to see the tall dark man who was obviously Aragorn. Handsome! I thought to myself. I might not need a husband but it could be fun to look. Before I could be spotted lingering I turned left and pushed open a serving door disappearing into the servant corridor.