Chapter Six: High Day of Elbereth
Disclaimer: You know the deal. I don't own anything except Aila and the plot. Basically, yeah.
A/N: Okay, well, this chappie is a little longer and I hope everyone is sticking with me. I just realized how long this story is going to be and I sincerely hope that everyone enjoys it fully! Oh, and YEA! I finally got my laptop so progress will be speedy. I've already got like the first ten chapters because all I've been doing is typing and listening to music (Green Day rules!). Woo woo. So yeah.
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Aila visited Middle Earth every night for the entire month that July. She became quite good friends with Arwen and had met quite a few different elves. However, she stayed mostly with Arwen and the two became like sisters in such a short period of time. It was August when she stepped through the mirror at 11:00 pm her time.
"I have something for you," Arwen said, hardly looking up as Aila stepped through the mirror into the elf's room. She pulled a pale yellow envelope from her nightstand as she continued to sew a piece of fabric which was unmistakably a dress. It was made of blue silken material and she bottom half flowed like a stream of fabric upon her lap. The envelope was passed from the hands of an elf to a human's and Aila carefully opened the flap.
You are cordially invited to an Elven Festival in the
Last Homely House in Rivendell. The feasting is to begin on Friday, the Twelfth.
Do not miss this fest of music, dancing, and food. Every elf and elven friend in Middle Earth is invited to celebrate this High Day of Elbereth.
Come one, come all!
"No joke?" Aila asked, not believing that she was invited to come to a celebration in Rivendell.
"What do you mean," cried Arwen, "of course this is no joke! You will come, will you not? You absolutely must come, Aila. There are so many more elves that I want you to meet! There are also some hobbits that will come and my good friend Dunadan will be there!" It took a few moments for Aila to remember who the Dunadan was from the books.
"Aragorn will come!" she cried in shock. "Strider? Elessar? Dunadan! This is insane!" Then she gave Arwen a wide grin. "He is perfect for you." Arwen grinned back and blood rushed to her cheeks as she blushed. How could Aila have known that the Dunadan was her love? "Will Bilbo be here as well?"
"Bilbo? Oh, dear Bilbo! Yes, he is the hobbit that will be here! Or, well, one of them. There will be four more hobbits in Rivendell at the time of this feast."
"Four more? Have there ever been that many hobbits so far from their homes? What could possibly bring them this far?" Arwen's eyes were apprehensive as she whispered to Aila the exact reason that four more hobbits were to be arriving in Rivendell.
"The One Ring." If Arwen hadn't known that Aila had a great knowledge of all that went on in Middle Earth, she would have explained it to her, but she nodded as Aila's eyes widened in shock. Aila put her fingers to her temples and rubbed for a few moments, closing her eyes in sheer surprise and breathing deeply.
"It begins," she said quietly. Arwen had no idea what she meant, but she didn't question her friend who obviously knew the future or something near it. "It begins." Suddenly, Aila turned their conversation back to the feast, which was the following night. "What will I wear Arwen? To the feast. I doubt I have any clothing that will be acceptable here in Middle Earth!" Her eyes were pleading, but she would not allow herself to ask clothes of Arwen.
"As I had presumed," replied her beautiful friend. "This," she stated, holding up her sewing, "I am making for you. It will be finished in a few more minutes so that you may try it on. Then you will look like any other elven maiden." Carefully, Aila crossed the room to her friend, took the needles from her, placed them aside, and pulled her friend into a tight hug.
"Thank you mellonim, what could I ever do in Middle Earth without you?"
"Lle creoso," Arwen replied. Remembering that she was not supposed to know Sindarin, Aila cocked her head to one side and gave Arwen a questioning glance. "You are welcome." Aila smiled and nodded, allowing Arwen to retrieve her needles and place the last threads through the dress to finish it up. Holding up her beautiful creation, Arwen's beautiful complexion was lit up with a smile of pride. She handed the dress to Aila, who put it on without hesitation, used to dressing for gym class and not bothering that Arwen was there. Arwen, of course, turned her head as her friend dressed into the evening gown.
Aila smiled at her reflection in her mirror's twin, for Arwen's mirror was identical to that of Aila. It even had the same lettering. Knowing that Arwen would know exactly what the mirror said, she made a mental note to ask her friend at another time.
"Well, what do you think? Do I look good in this?" Arwen turned at the beckoning of her friend and her smile grew as she took in the beauty of her friend.
"You are as beautiful as Luthien the Fair." Aila laughed and did a small spin, the bottom of the dress swirling around her feet. The sleeves were tight in the style of the Middle Ages in her world. Her shoulders were bear and the neckline sloped down low across her chest. Buttons went down the back of the dress, as the style had gone. The trunk of the dress was tight around her waist and hips, then the dress flared out and loosened to give her plenty of space to walk. She smiled at her reflection in her mirror's twin, thinking she had never looked more beautiful. What a pity she hadn't lived in medieval times, her style was more then anyway. "What will you wear, mellonim?"
Arwen smiled before pulling a light blue dress, many shades lighter than Aila's, from a trunk at the base of her bed. Aila turned as well as Arwen donned the beautiful dress. They giggled and laughed as they twirled in their dresses, Aila hardly able to curb her excitement.
"Oh, mellonim, are all the elves as beautiful as the ones I have seen in Rivendell? Elves truly are a beautiful race!" Arwen smiled at her friend, who she knew would enjoy herself greatly the following day.
"Go, mellonim. Tomorrow you will meet many other elves. Go back to your world and rest, tomorrow will come much quicker that way. Aila could only smile as she removed the evening gown from her shoulders and replaced her dress with her shorts and t-shirt she had been wearing prior.
"Until tomorrow, friend."
"Namarie, mellonim." Aila nodded, too tired to care that she wasn't supposed to know what namarie meant. The next day could not come soon enough for Aila, she couldn't wait to see Frodo, the Ringbearer, and the rest of the Fellowship before they left for their dangerous mission. She left the midnight blue dress in Arwen's trunk with the elf's own dress, knowing that it would be more than questionable if her mother found it hanging in her closet that day. Cautious as always, Aila put her foot through the mirror, her mouth opening wide in a yawn as she passed into her paused world. "Amin feirhuva," I will be waiting Aila said to herself when she was on the other side of the mirror.
Disclaimer: You know the deal. I don't own anything except Aila and the plot. Basically, yeah.
A/N: Okay, well, this chappie is a little longer and I hope everyone is sticking with me. I just realized how long this story is going to be and I sincerely hope that everyone enjoys it fully! Oh, and YEA! I finally got my laptop so progress will be speedy. I've already got like the first ten chapters because all I've been doing is typing and listening to music (Green Day rules!). Woo woo. So yeah.
…
Aila visited Middle Earth every night for the entire month that July. She became quite good friends with Arwen and had met quite a few different elves. However, she stayed mostly with Arwen and the two became like sisters in such a short period of time. It was August when she stepped through the mirror at 11:00 pm her time.
"I have something for you," Arwen said, hardly looking up as Aila stepped through the mirror into the elf's room. She pulled a pale yellow envelope from her nightstand as she continued to sew a piece of fabric which was unmistakably a dress. It was made of blue silken material and she bottom half flowed like a stream of fabric upon her lap. The envelope was passed from the hands of an elf to a human's and Aila carefully opened the flap.
You are cordially invited to an Elven Festival in the
Last Homely House in Rivendell. The feasting is to begin on Friday, the Twelfth.
Do not miss this fest of music, dancing, and food. Every elf and elven friend in Middle Earth is invited to celebrate this High Day of Elbereth.
Come one, come all!
"No joke?" Aila asked, not believing that she was invited to come to a celebration in Rivendell.
"What do you mean," cried Arwen, "of course this is no joke! You will come, will you not? You absolutely must come, Aila. There are so many more elves that I want you to meet! There are also some hobbits that will come and my good friend Dunadan will be there!" It took a few moments for Aila to remember who the Dunadan was from the books.
"Aragorn will come!" she cried in shock. "Strider? Elessar? Dunadan! This is insane!" Then she gave Arwen a wide grin. "He is perfect for you." Arwen grinned back and blood rushed to her cheeks as she blushed. How could Aila have known that the Dunadan was her love? "Will Bilbo be here as well?"
"Bilbo? Oh, dear Bilbo! Yes, he is the hobbit that will be here! Or, well, one of them. There will be four more hobbits in Rivendell at the time of this feast."
"Four more? Have there ever been that many hobbits so far from their homes? What could possibly bring them this far?" Arwen's eyes were apprehensive as she whispered to Aila the exact reason that four more hobbits were to be arriving in Rivendell.
"The One Ring." If Arwen hadn't known that Aila had a great knowledge of all that went on in Middle Earth, she would have explained it to her, but she nodded as Aila's eyes widened in shock. Aila put her fingers to her temples and rubbed for a few moments, closing her eyes in sheer surprise and breathing deeply.
"It begins," she said quietly. Arwen had no idea what she meant, but she didn't question her friend who obviously knew the future or something near it. "It begins." Suddenly, Aila turned their conversation back to the feast, which was the following night. "What will I wear Arwen? To the feast. I doubt I have any clothing that will be acceptable here in Middle Earth!" Her eyes were pleading, but she would not allow herself to ask clothes of Arwen.
"As I had presumed," replied her beautiful friend. "This," she stated, holding up her sewing, "I am making for you. It will be finished in a few more minutes so that you may try it on. Then you will look like any other elven maiden." Carefully, Aila crossed the room to her friend, took the needles from her, placed them aside, and pulled her friend into a tight hug.
"Thank you mellonim, what could I ever do in Middle Earth without you?"
"Lle creoso," Arwen replied. Remembering that she was not supposed to know Sindarin, Aila cocked her head to one side and gave Arwen a questioning glance. "You are welcome." Aila smiled and nodded, allowing Arwen to retrieve her needles and place the last threads through the dress to finish it up. Holding up her beautiful creation, Arwen's beautiful complexion was lit up with a smile of pride. She handed the dress to Aila, who put it on without hesitation, used to dressing for gym class and not bothering that Arwen was there. Arwen, of course, turned her head as her friend dressed into the evening gown.
Aila smiled at her reflection in her mirror's twin, for Arwen's mirror was identical to that of Aila. It even had the same lettering. Knowing that Arwen would know exactly what the mirror said, she made a mental note to ask her friend at another time.
"Well, what do you think? Do I look good in this?" Arwen turned at the beckoning of her friend and her smile grew as she took in the beauty of her friend.
"You are as beautiful as Luthien the Fair." Aila laughed and did a small spin, the bottom of the dress swirling around her feet. The sleeves were tight in the style of the Middle Ages in her world. Her shoulders were bear and the neckline sloped down low across her chest. Buttons went down the back of the dress, as the style had gone. The trunk of the dress was tight around her waist and hips, then the dress flared out and loosened to give her plenty of space to walk. She smiled at her reflection in her mirror's twin, thinking she had never looked more beautiful. What a pity she hadn't lived in medieval times, her style was more then anyway. "What will you wear, mellonim?"
Arwen smiled before pulling a light blue dress, many shades lighter than Aila's, from a trunk at the base of her bed. Aila turned as well as Arwen donned the beautiful dress. They giggled and laughed as they twirled in their dresses, Aila hardly able to curb her excitement.
"Oh, mellonim, are all the elves as beautiful as the ones I have seen in Rivendell? Elves truly are a beautiful race!" Arwen smiled at her friend, who she knew would enjoy herself greatly the following day.
"Go, mellonim. Tomorrow you will meet many other elves. Go back to your world and rest, tomorrow will come much quicker that way. Aila could only smile as she removed the evening gown from her shoulders and replaced her dress with her shorts and t-shirt she had been wearing prior.
"Until tomorrow, friend."
"Namarie, mellonim." Aila nodded, too tired to care that she wasn't supposed to know what namarie meant. The next day could not come soon enough for Aila, she couldn't wait to see Frodo, the Ringbearer, and the rest of the Fellowship before they left for their dangerous mission. She left the midnight blue dress in Arwen's trunk with the elf's own dress, knowing that it would be more than questionable if her mother found it hanging in her closet that day. Cautious as always, Aila put her foot through the mirror, her mouth opening wide in a yawn as she passed into her paused world. "Amin feirhuva," I will be waiting Aila said to herself when she was on the other side of the mirror.