Chapter Seven: King Elessar and Undomiel
Disclaimer: You know the deal. I don't own anything except Aila and the plot. Basically, yeah.
A/N: All righty then. I'm having so much fun writing this. I hope everybody else enjoys reading this as much as I love writing it! I LOVE MY LAPTOP! Ah, it's so friggin' awesome. Anyway, enjoy! The eighth chapter will be out in a matter of hours--literally. I'm already done with it! Okay, like I said before, if anybody wants to know exactly what AFJROTC is, just e-mail me. It's cool if you do, I won't go all samurai on you or nothing. God I love California. I was just in Oshkosh, Wisconsin for an air show and lemme tell ya I would never EVER want to live in Wisconsin! No offence to anybody who lives there or anything, but I prefer Cali.
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Aila woke early the following day and ate breakfast before the sun even rose. She had never been a morning person, but this morning she was fresh and ready. Her shower was hot and steamy, and she rubbed her eyes several time, out of habit from all her other mornings of grogginess. Hair washed, teeth brushed, face washed, make-up applied, Aila felt like another person from when she first woke up and felt like white trash. Immediately, she stepped through her mirror to see Arwen missing from her room.
However, Aila did not find this surprising. Why shouldn't Arwen have a life, she asked herself. Of course she wouldn't be in her room in the middle of the day, as it appeared to be in Middle Earth. "What a strange time system they have here. It must be like a few hours ahead of us in California. Like Chicago is or something." Shrugging it off, she walked outside into the corridor outside Arwen's room to find elves rushing hither and thither to prepare for the coming feast. She still felt quite out of place as she stood in her hip-huggers and a shirt that said "Oops, I killed a Princess." The human smiled as immortals rushed past her and gave her backwards glances, knowing she was Arwen's friend; from where, they knew not. She wandered aimlessly around the gardens and inside the House, half searching for Arwen, half not caring where she was going, simply wishing to take in the beauty of Rivendell one more time.
Many elves greeted her and she gave her salutations, though she had no idea who many of them were. Towards lunchtime, she followed some elves that were headed to lunch also. She sat herself slightly apart from the other elves, having only known Arwen well. Feeling a lot of eyes staring at her, she was constantly watching over her shoulder for Arwen or anyone she knew. However, none came, so after she finished she headed towards Arwen's room to simply relax until the elf came back to get ready for the feast. When she opened the door to Arwen's room she was greeted by her good friend, who was hurriedly writing in a book. Quickly, Arwen placed what was obviously her diary away in one of the drawers of her nightstand. She smiled at Aila and questioned how long she had been in Rivendell and how she had missed her.
"Oh, well, when I couldn't find you I just wandered around aimlessly, you know how it is. Everybody was looking at me funny, though." Arwen gave her friend a once-over and smiled at her clothing. It wasn't exactly normal in Rivendell. How Aila must find her clothes strange!
"I was waiting for you to come through my mirror, but since you are here, we shall begin to get ready for the feast. Come, I will do your hair first." The two friends changed into their dresses and Arwen pulled a brush through Aila's brown hair, falling in waves down her back. The elf left her hair hanging loosely over her shoulders and braided the sides like any elf would to keep it from her face. Returning the favor, Aila brushed out Arwen's black hair and pulled two frontal hair pieces into twists to frame her face beautifully. She then pulled half of Arwen's hair back and twisted it together in a loose braid that fell down the length of her hair. Never could Aila have done a better job to accent the dark beauty's face.
"This is wonderful mellonim! Diola lle!"
"Lle creoso," replied Aila without thinking. Thankfully, though, Arwen smiled.
"You learn quickly."
"Uma," Aila smiled. The two completed their appearances with clips to hold their hair and Aila gave Arwen some eye-shadow to accent her eyes, taking gold to put on her own lids to throw off her bronze complexion. "You are beautiful as always, Arwen Evenstar. You would make Lady Galadriel rage with jealousy." Arwen laughed her gorgeous laugh and Aila smiled, not liking her own laugh enough to join her friend's chuckles.
"Come, mellonim, let us go."
"Arwen? Mani naa Aragorn a'lle?" "How did you know how to say that?" Arwen's face registered shock.
"I know Sindarin better than many know. Than any know, in fact. Do not tell anyone, Arwen, I don't think it wise that everyone knows." The elf nodded and the two walked towards the feasting hall. "Let us go, mellonim, you have to go speak and dance with the Dunadan." With a wry smile, Aila pulled her beautiful friend through the door.
The feast was the most wonderful event that Aila had ever attended in her life. She had thought that Chicago food was good, with all its grease and disgusting fat. Delicious, though. The elves had some of the best (and healthiest) food that she had ever eaten in her eighteen years of life. Mostly she had spoken with Arwen but Lord Elrond talked to her several times throughout the meal. Aila detected she struck a keen interest within him, but she had no idea why. She must be of some importance: a being from another world who somehow knew quite a bit about this one. How strange could that be?
When the feast had ended, the elves pulled Aila into the Hall of Fire. As Arwen had told her, she saw several hobbits who she immediately recognized. Frodo, with his large blue eyes, and Sam, his faithful companion. Pippin and Merry were there as well.
"Amazing," she whispered to herself. "They look exactly as they do in the movie!" Arwen looked at her in amusement, not knowing what her friend meant or what a movie was. "Oh, Arwen, you just have to come to my world. There is so much to show you!" she commented to her friend. "There is so much you don't know of." Arwen simply nodded at her friend, her hand interlaced with that of the Dunadan, a smile playing on her lips. Aila looked down and saw what made her friend smile so and smiled herself. "If only," she said to the two, "that we could all be happy as Undomiel and King Elessar." Aragorn raised an eyebrow at her and smile, quite amused.
More music and dancing Aila hadn't even experienced at the dances in her own world, which got loud and crazy.
Disclaimer: You know the deal. I don't own anything except Aila and the plot. Basically, yeah.
A/N: All righty then. I'm having so much fun writing this. I hope everybody else enjoys reading this as much as I love writing it! I LOVE MY LAPTOP! Ah, it's so friggin' awesome. Anyway, enjoy! The eighth chapter will be out in a matter of hours--literally. I'm already done with it! Okay, like I said before, if anybody wants to know exactly what AFJROTC is, just e-mail me. It's cool if you do, I won't go all samurai on you or nothing. God I love California. I was just in Oshkosh, Wisconsin for an air show and lemme tell ya I would never EVER want to live in Wisconsin! No offence to anybody who lives there or anything, but I prefer Cali.
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Aila woke early the following day and ate breakfast before the sun even rose. She had never been a morning person, but this morning she was fresh and ready. Her shower was hot and steamy, and she rubbed her eyes several time, out of habit from all her other mornings of grogginess. Hair washed, teeth brushed, face washed, make-up applied, Aila felt like another person from when she first woke up and felt like white trash. Immediately, she stepped through her mirror to see Arwen missing from her room.
However, Aila did not find this surprising. Why shouldn't Arwen have a life, she asked herself. Of course she wouldn't be in her room in the middle of the day, as it appeared to be in Middle Earth. "What a strange time system they have here. It must be like a few hours ahead of us in California. Like Chicago is or something." Shrugging it off, she walked outside into the corridor outside Arwen's room to find elves rushing hither and thither to prepare for the coming feast. She still felt quite out of place as she stood in her hip-huggers and a shirt that said "Oops, I killed a Princess." The human smiled as immortals rushed past her and gave her backwards glances, knowing she was Arwen's friend; from where, they knew not. She wandered aimlessly around the gardens and inside the House, half searching for Arwen, half not caring where she was going, simply wishing to take in the beauty of Rivendell one more time.
Many elves greeted her and she gave her salutations, though she had no idea who many of them were. Towards lunchtime, she followed some elves that were headed to lunch also. She sat herself slightly apart from the other elves, having only known Arwen well. Feeling a lot of eyes staring at her, she was constantly watching over her shoulder for Arwen or anyone she knew. However, none came, so after she finished she headed towards Arwen's room to simply relax until the elf came back to get ready for the feast. When she opened the door to Arwen's room she was greeted by her good friend, who was hurriedly writing in a book. Quickly, Arwen placed what was obviously her diary away in one of the drawers of her nightstand. She smiled at Aila and questioned how long she had been in Rivendell and how she had missed her.
"Oh, well, when I couldn't find you I just wandered around aimlessly, you know how it is. Everybody was looking at me funny, though." Arwen gave her friend a once-over and smiled at her clothing. It wasn't exactly normal in Rivendell. How Aila must find her clothes strange!
"I was waiting for you to come through my mirror, but since you are here, we shall begin to get ready for the feast. Come, I will do your hair first." The two friends changed into their dresses and Arwen pulled a brush through Aila's brown hair, falling in waves down her back. The elf left her hair hanging loosely over her shoulders and braided the sides like any elf would to keep it from her face. Returning the favor, Aila brushed out Arwen's black hair and pulled two frontal hair pieces into twists to frame her face beautifully. She then pulled half of Arwen's hair back and twisted it together in a loose braid that fell down the length of her hair. Never could Aila have done a better job to accent the dark beauty's face.
"This is wonderful mellonim! Diola lle!"
"Lle creoso," replied Aila without thinking. Thankfully, though, Arwen smiled.
"You learn quickly."
"Uma," Aila smiled. The two completed their appearances with clips to hold their hair and Aila gave Arwen some eye-shadow to accent her eyes, taking gold to put on her own lids to throw off her bronze complexion. "You are beautiful as always, Arwen Evenstar. You would make Lady Galadriel rage with jealousy." Arwen laughed her gorgeous laugh and Aila smiled, not liking her own laugh enough to join her friend's chuckles.
"Come, mellonim, let us go."
"Arwen? Mani naa Aragorn a'lle?" "How did you know how to say that?" Arwen's face registered shock.
"I know Sindarin better than many know. Than any know, in fact. Do not tell anyone, Arwen, I don't think it wise that everyone knows." The elf nodded and the two walked towards the feasting hall. "Let us go, mellonim, you have to go speak and dance with the Dunadan." With a wry smile, Aila pulled her beautiful friend through the door.
The feast was the most wonderful event that Aila had ever attended in her life. She had thought that Chicago food was good, with all its grease and disgusting fat. Delicious, though. The elves had some of the best (and healthiest) food that she had ever eaten in her eighteen years of life. Mostly she had spoken with Arwen but Lord Elrond talked to her several times throughout the meal. Aila detected she struck a keen interest within him, but she had no idea why. She must be of some importance: a being from another world who somehow knew quite a bit about this one. How strange could that be?
When the feast had ended, the elves pulled Aila into the Hall of Fire. As Arwen had told her, she saw several hobbits who she immediately recognized. Frodo, with his large blue eyes, and Sam, his faithful companion. Pippin and Merry were there as well.
"Amazing," she whispered to herself. "They look exactly as they do in the movie!" Arwen looked at her in amusement, not knowing what her friend meant or what a movie was. "Oh, Arwen, you just have to come to my world. There is so much to show you!" she commented to her friend. "There is so much you don't know of." Arwen simply nodded at her friend, her hand interlaced with that of the Dunadan, a smile playing on her lips. Aila looked down and saw what made her friend smile so and smiled herself. "If only," she said to the two, "that we could all be happy as Undomiel and King Elessar." Aragorn raised an eyebrow at her and smile, quite amused.
More music and dancing Aila hadn't even experienced at the dances in her own world, which got loud and crazy.