Chapter Eight: King of Emyn Ithil
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A/N: Thank you, I mean seriously, for all the reviews, you guys are really awesome and I mean that! Okay, well, enjoy this next chappie and I'll hurry along! Please, keep reviewing too, it helps a lot! Woo!
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A Elbereth Gilthoniel,
silivren penna miriel
o menel aglar elenath!
Na-chaered palan-diriel
o galadhremmin ennorath,
Fanuilos, le linnathon
nef aear, si nef aearon!
That song Aila heard many times and the words stuck within her head and she sung them to herself in the common tongue.
Arwen had gone to dance with Aragorn, who donned elven armor with a silver star set in his chest. His cloak thrown back, he looked like a the true Dunadan. "May fortune go with you, King Elessar," she said, knowing it was useless. She knew what would happen to her two friends, and she smiled. Aila sat by herself by the wall in the Hall of Fire, observing the elves that dancing and sung before her. She realized that elves truly were a beautiful race: many of the male elves were handsome, maybe not hotties like Brad Pitt or Matt Damon from her world, but handsome. However, she noticed there were a few elves who looked like they could be in their twenties on Earth, but were probably more near 3,000 here in Middle Earth. Some of those elves were true hotties.
Several elves had come to her and asked her hand in a dance, but she declined politely, knowing that she did not know how to dance like an elf. The way she danced would definitely be found unacceptable. One elf was quite insulted that this human girl refused him a dance.
"Do you know who I am?" he cried in outrage. "Any other lady in this room would die for a chance to dance with me! I am King of Emyn Ithil!"
"Well that is all well and good your highness, but I am not up to dancing with you at this point in time. Perhaps you do not know who I am?"
"Who would you be but a beautiful young elven lady who would refuse me a dance?"
"Wrong on all counts, your highness. I am a human girl from another realm, I don't know how to dance with you, so I decline. Or else I most certainly would give you my hand for a song or two. However, unless you come to start a conversation, which I most certainly can do, I'll say to you, good evening." With a huff and a pout and a "What, you're a human?!" the elf turned on his heels and walked away from Aila.
Slightly disappointed in him for not offering to teach her to dance, slightly angry at Arwen to leave her to fend for herself, angry at herself for being angry at Arwen, who was with her love, Aila felt she couldn't win. Several more elves came and asked a dance of her, but she declined each in the same way she had declined the King of Emyn Ithil. Another elf, whose good looks surpassed that of many elves at the celebration of Elbereth, came and sat next to her in a vacant chair.
"If you've come to ask a dance of me, I have to respond the same way I have responded to all of the others."
"No, I have not come to ask a dance of you, Lady. But I hear you are up for a conversation?"
"Really, well that is quite considerate of you. Leave it to Arwen to abandon me among elves I have never seen before in my life."
"Can you blame her though, she is with the Dunadan, her love."
"I suppose you're right, I cannot blame her, though I wish she shan't have left." *Oh wow,* she thought to herself. *Did I just say 'shan't'?* "I can't get over how beautiful the elven race is, you know? I mean, all of them aren't so bad-looking. Where I come from, there are some pretty messed up people. And all the elves are so intelligent, too. It's great to find some intelligent life somewhere, even if you have to go to another world."
"There are not wise people where you come from?" asked the elf, and Aila was shocked that he was actually interested.
"Well, yes, but they are few and far between. There are four type of people in my world. I guess you could call it Upper Earth. I don't know. But there are people who are ugly and stupid--there are a lot of those people; people who are ugly and smart--less of those; people who are beautiful and stupid--there are way too many of those; and then there are the people who are barely to be found: the beautiful, intelligent ones. The elves are beautiful and intelligent so I envy you guys a lot. Who am I to judge, though? I am one of the smart, ugly people."
"Lady, if you are found unattractive in your world, then any who was found beautiful would surpass the beauty of Luthien the Fair, Galadriel, and Undomiel put together." What Aila did next surprised the elf greatly. Instead of blushing, like most ladies would, she smiled and accepted the compliment gracefully.
"Thank you, sir elf. I must say that you are one of the better looking of your kind, too." Aila smiled at him and he smiled in return, she knew it was rare for him to smile. Suddenly, recognition clicked within her mind and her smile widened. "You know, you remind of someone from my world, only blonde and an elf. There is this guy named Orlando Bloom and he pretends to be this elf called Legolas Greenleaf. You remind me a lot of Legolas. You know, he's supposed to be in the Fellowship of the Ring. Of course you know all about the One Ring. Well this elf is really tight 'cause he can shoot arrows like nobody's business; and then he fights with two swords at once and he has the craziest blue eyes."
"Legolas Greenleaf?" The elf smiled, his eyebrows raised in amusement.
"Yeah, he's supposed to be the Prince of Mirkwood, son of Thranduil, Lord of the Archers or something like that. I don't know, I want to believe that he exists like everybody else from the Fellowship, but I think it's just too good to be true, you know what I'm saying?"
"What is the Fellowship you speak of."
"Oh, the Fellowship of the Ring. Wait … never mind. You're not supposed to know about that yet."
"I'm guessing you know the future." Aila's eyes shifted, she didn't know what to say to that. Who was this elf and why had she kept talking to him about that. She had said way too much, she knew. He would accuse her of being a witch and she would be banned from Middle Earth. She would never see Rivendell or Arwen again. Oh, the agony! "Do not worry about it, Lady. I'm only interested. You intrigue me. How is it that someone from another world knows so much about the past, present, and future of this one?"
"Well, I'd better not explain now, I don't think it wise. But please stop calling me Lady, Aila will be fine, if I may call you … what may I call you? I have talked to you all this time and haven't even bothered to get your name. How rude of me! I apologize profusely, sir."
Disclaimer: You know the deal. I don't own anything except Aila and the plot. Basically, yeah.
A/N: Thank you, I mean seriously, for all the reviews, you guys are really awesome and I mean that! Okay, well, enjoy this next chappie and I'll hurry along! Please, keep reviewing too, it helps a lot! Woo!
…
A Elbereth Gilthoniel,
silivren penna miriel
o menel aglar elenath!
Na-chaered palan-diriel
o galadhremmin ennorath,
Fanuilos, le linnathon
nef aear, si nef aearon!
That song Aila heard many times and the words stuck within her head and she sung them to herself in the common tongue.
Arwen had gone to dance with Aragorn, who donned elven armor with a silver star set in his chest. His cloak thrown back, he looked like a the true Dunadan. "May fortune go with you, King Elessar," she said, knowing it was useless. She knew what would happen to her two friends, and she smiled. Aila sat by herself by the wall in the Hall of Fire, observing the elves that dancing and sung before her. She realized that elves truly were a beautiful race: many of the male elves were handsome, maybe not hotties like Brad Pitt or Matt Damon from her world, but handsome. However, she noticed there were a few elves who looked like they could be in their twenties on Earth, but were probably more near 3,000 here in Middle Earth. Some of those elves were true hotties.
Several elves had come to her and asked her hand in a dance, but she declined politely, knowing that she did not know how to dance like an elf. The way she danced would definitely be found unacceptable. One elf was quite insulted that this human girl refused him a dance.
"Do you know who I am?" he cried in outrage. "Any other lady in this room would die for a chance to dance with me! I am King of Emyn Ithil!"
"Well that is all well and good your highness, but I am not up to dancing with you at this point in time. Perhaps you do not know who I am?"
"Who would you be but a beautiful young elven lady who would refuse me a dance?"
"Wrong on all counts, your highness. I am a human girl from another realm, I don't know how to dance with you, so I decline. Or else I most certainly would give you my hand for a song or two. However, unless you come to start a conversation, which I most certainly can do, I'll say to you, good evening." With a huff and a pout and a "What, you're a human?!" the elf turned on his heels and walked away from Aila.
Slightly disappointed in him for not offering to teach her to dance, slightly angry at Arwen to leave her to fend for herself, angry at herself for being angry at Arwen, who was with her love, Aila felt she couldn't win. Several more elves came and asked a dance of her, but she declined each in the same way she had declined the King of Emyn Ithil. Another elf, whose good looks surpassed that of many elves at the celebration of Elbereth, came and sat next to her in a vacant chair.
"If you've come to ask a dance of me, I have to respond the same way I have responded to all of the others."
"No, I have not come to ask a dance of you, Lady. But I hear you are up for a conversation?"
"Really, well that is quite considerate of you. Leave it to Arwen to abandon me among elves I have never seen before in my life."
"Can you blame her though, she is with the Dunadan, her love."
"I suppose you're right, I cannot blame her, though I wish she shan't have left." *Oh wow,* she thought to herself. *Did I just say 'shan't'?* "I can't get over how beautiful the elven race is, you know? I mean, all of them aren't so bad-looking. Where I come from, there are some pretty messed up people. And all the elves are so intelligent, too. It's great to find some intelligent life somewhere, even if you have to go to another world."
"There are not wise people where you come from?" asked the elf, and Aila was shocked that he was actually interested.
"Well, yes, but they are few and far between. There are four type of people in my world. I guess you could call it Upper Earth. I don't know. But there are people who are ugly and stupid--there are a lot of those people; people who are ugly and smart--less of those; people who are beautiful and stupid--there are way too many of those; and then there are the people who are barely to be found: the beautiful, intelligent ones. The elves are beautiful and intelligent so I envy you guys a lot. Who am I to judge, though? I am one of the smart, ugly people."
"Lady, if you are found unattractive in your world, then any who was found beautiful would surpass the beauty of Luthien the Fair, Galadriel, and Undomiel put together." What Aila did next surprised the elf greatly. Instead of blushing, like most ladies would, she smiled and accepted the compliment gracefully.
"Thank you, sir elf. I must say that you are one of the better looking of your kind, too." Aila smiled at him and he smiled in return, she knew it was rare for him to smile. Suddenly, recognition clicked within her mind and her smile widened. "You know, you remind of someone from my world, only blonde and an elf. There is this guy named Orlando Bloom and he pretends to be this elf called Legolas Greenleaf. You remind me a lot of Legolas. You know, he's supposed to be in the Fellowship of the Ring. Of course you know all about the One Ring. Well this elf is really tight 'cause he can shoot arrows like nobody's business; and then he fights with two swords at once and he has the craziest blue eyes."
"Legolas Greenleaf?" The elf smiled, his eyebrows raised in amusement.
"Yeah, he's supposed to be the Prince of Mirkwood, son of Thranduil, Lord of the Archers or something like that. I don't know, I want to believe that he exists like everybody else from the Fellowship, but I think it's just too good to be true, you know what I'm saying?"
"What is the Fellowship you speak of."
"Oh, the Fellowship of the Ring. Wait … never mind. You're not supposed to know about that yet."
"I'm guessing you know the future." Aila's eyes shifted, she didn't know what to say to that. Who was this elf and why had she kept talking to him about that. She had said way too much, she knew. He would accuse her of being a witch and she would be banned from Middle Earth. She would never see Rivendell or Arwen again. Oh, the agony! "Do not worry about it, Lady. I'm only interested. You intrigue me. How is it that someone from another world knows so much about the past, present, and future of this one?"
"Well, I'd better not explain now, I don't think it wise. But please stop calling me Lady, Aila will be fine, if I may call you … what may I call you? I have talked to you all this time and haven't even bothered to get your name. How rude of me! I apologize profusely, sir."