One should really write a disclaimer, shouldn't one? Caitlyn and random
characters are mine, but others you know are from Tolkien, who I hope
forgives all fan fiction writers everywhere for the liberties taken with
his work. Really, guys, get your minds out of the muck! Onwards and
(hopefully) ever upwards!
PS The songs aren't mine either, and as I'm making no money offa this,
please don't sue me! Cringes. Take the Muse! The Muse! She made me do it! I
try to give credit where it's due, so if I get it wrong tell me, and I'll
correct it!
PPS Anyone with a favorite song, send it to me with full words and the
artist to my e-mail, and I'll see if I can put it in.
Aragorn and I walk in silence. Well, he walks in silence and I make lots of random noise. I think he's getting a headache. I start to mew again "Mew, mew, meow." I stop after he looks at me. I shrug. Meh. I should be nice to him, since the quest for the Ring takes a really long time, if I remember correctly. I swing my bag in my hands. "So, Aragorn, umm, what do you like doing?" I say awkwardly. So bad! What a bad opening, such a line!
"Oh, just things." Rebuffed, we continue to walk in silence. Such a downer! I look ahead and feel relief. Arwen! Aragorn's face lights up and he strides in front of me to meet her. "Arwen, beloved, here is Lady Caitlyn. Your father said to ready her for dinner. " He takes her hands in his and raises them to his lips. I look away, it's not as if I can understand them in any case. Dum de dum de.
"Of course, my love. I knew this, but I wish that you had brought her earlier. As it is, I hope we have enough time to get her ready. " Well, let's just talk over my head, what is it about these Elves? They make me feel like a child. I suppose that they are thousands or hundreds of years old, but still.Aragorn does it too! So much annoyance, really. "Caitlyn, will you come with me now please?"
"Sure. Where are we going?" I follow her as she sweeps past me. Skirts give her all this elegance and style, damn it! Authority into the bargain. Bugger. But her skirt is being caught up in the dust, ha! Jeans are more practical for everyday wear. I make a face at her back. Arwen Undómiel, indeed! Stupid Elves, so duty struck and snooty. I grin. Not the twins though, they're fun. I'll just make sure I talk to them tonight, or the Hobbits, or Boromir, and not Aragorn, who is scary or Arwen, who is ignoring me.
"My father arranged for a room and proper clothing for you." I stick my tongue out at her back. My clothing is proper for what I had planned to do today. If I find out who is responsible, I promise them much pain.
"So, who'll be at the banquet tonight?"
"Everyone important. Of course, retainers will be at lower tables according to rank, but you'll be at the High Table, with my father and I." If you have to be in a feudal society, it's good to be at the top. "Many people from the races of Middle Earth, Dwarves and Men. A party from Gondor, a party of Dwarves headed by one Glóin son of Gróin, even a small party from Mirkwood." Here she shakes her head, uneasy. "King Thranduil must hold this to be of great importance if he forgets his discord with my father. The Elves of Mirkwood are strange and perilous folk, even to other Elves."
"Perhaps to those of Middle Earth. Legolas, son of Thranduil, seems to be a nice enough guy. Granted, he might not think the same of me, but I kicked him."
"You kicked him?"
"Elrond had much the same reaction as you, when I told him. Elves are Elves to me. All of them stuck up snobs. Truly, the company of the Hobbits and Men is more to my liking." I frown. "But I believe that if my father is who I think he is, I will have the same choice to make as you. To be of the Twilight and pass away with the Elves, or to become mortal. Your father chose to be Elf, and his brother chose the way of Men. I had no knowledge of this choice, and perhaps I have already made it unwittingly."
"I have no opinion on this matter. You would have to talk to Gandalf or to my father."
"I intend to." I swing my bag in my hands. Arwen leads me into a large bedchamber, which is as usual, tasteful and magnificent. Somehow, I doubt that anything Elves make could be construed as tasteless and overdone.
"This is your room."
"Hey, a bed!" I run to the bed and jump onto it. It is a huge four-poster bed with a green bedspread and cool white curtains. It is large and soft with enormous pillows. I bounce softly and giggle. I loll over it and delight in the feel of the cool soft fabric. I hear a polite cough behind me and I turn around and sit on the edge of the bed, facing Arwen.
She is smiling, which is a nice change. Two other female Elves are standing with her now, both very serious. "This is Ardaerial and Pentherial. They are here to help me ready you for the banquet. First, we need to measure you, so I will close the door, "She does that, "And now you can remove your clothes, please." I stand up and shuck off my shirt. A chorus of swift Elfish greets me.
"What?" I say questioningly, holding my shirt. I throw it haphazardly onto the bed. I remove my jeans and they follow my shirt. This, I tell myself, is like a bra fitting. This is not embarrassing. This is merely measurement.
"How is your breast band fashioned?" Arwen asks, her face lit with curiosity.
"I don't know. Why?"
"Can I look at it?" I shrug and reaching behind me, unclip it and hand it to Arwen. It's a $15 dollar skin color bra that I got from Grace Brothers. What's so special about it? It is just an ordinary D-12 bra, with under wire, no lace, and no ribbon. Nothing extra, but it is microfibre, which would be new. I shiver and cross my arms. It's unsettling to be basically naked in front of strangers. Vulnerable. The Elves are clustered around Arwen, examining my bra. Arwen looks up, "This is splendidly fashioned."
"Not really. It's just a bra. Can I have it back now, or are you going to measure me first?" Arwen says something to the two other Elves and they come and stand in front of me. She continues to study my bra.
Ardaerial smiles hesitantly at me. "Please, raise your arms." I do so and stare straight ahead. They flit around me, doing all that measuring stuff. They talk softly to each other in Elfish. I do as they tell me and wait for it to be over. They talk to Arwen, and then leave quietly.
"Apparently, you are close to me in size so they are going to alter one of the dresses I was having made. It will be new, so don't worry about that. Now, follow me to the bath. It has been run, and will be hot." She smiles at me, "Come, it is waiting."
Aragorn and I walk in silence. Well, he walks in silence and I make lots of random noise. I think he's getting a headache. I start to mew again "Mew, mew, meow." I stop after he looks at me. I shrug. Meh. I should be nice to him, since the quest for the Ring takes a really long time, if I remember correctly. I swing my bag in my hands. "So, Aragorn, umm, what do you like doing?" I say awkwardly. So bad! What a bad opening, such a line!
"Oh, just things." Rebuffed, we continue to walk in silence. Such a downer! I look ahead and feel relief. Arwen! Aragorn's face lights up and he strides in front of me to meet her. "Arwen, beloved, here is Lady Caitlyn. Your father said to ready her for dinner. " He takes her hands in his and raises them to his lips. I look away, it's not as if I can understand them in any case. Dum de dum de.
"Of course, my love. I knew this, but I wish that you had brought her earlier. As it is, I hope we have enough time to get her ready. " Well, let's just talk over my head, what is it about these Elves? They make me feel like a child. I suppose that they are thousands or hundreds of years old, but still.Aragorn does it too! So much annoyance, really. "Caitlyn, will you come with me now please?"
"Sure. Where are we going?" I follow her as she sweeps past me. Skirts give her all this elegance and style, damn it! Authority into the bargain. Bugger. But her skirt is being caught up in the dust, ha! Jeans are more practical for everyday wear. I make a face at her back. Arwen Undómiel, indeed! Stupid Elves, so duty struck and snooty. I grin. Not the twins though, they're fun. I'll just make sure I talk to them tonight, or the Hobbits, or Boromir, and not Aragorn, who is scary or Arwen, who is ignoring me.
"My father arranged for a room and proper clothing for you." I stick my tongue out at her back. My clothing is proper for what I had planned to do today. If I find out who is responsible, I promise them much pain.
"So, who'll be at the banquet tonight?"
"Everyone important. Of course, retainers will be at lower tables according to rank, but you'll be at the High Table, with my father and I." If you have to be in a feudal society, it's good to be at the top. "Many people from the races of Middle Earth, Dwarves and Men. A party from Gondor, a party of Dwarves headed by one Glóin son of Gróin, even a small party from Mirkwood." Here she shakes her head, uneasy. "King Thranduil must hold this to be of great importance if he forgets his discord with my father. The Elves of Mirkwood are strange and perilous folk, even to other Elves."
"Perhaps to those of Middle Earth. Legolas, son of Thranduil, seems to be a nice enough guy. Granted, he might not think the same of me, but I kicked him."
"You kicked him?"
"Elrond had much the same reaction as you, when I told him. Elves are Elves to me. All of them stuck up snobs. Truly, the company of the Hobbits and Men is more to my liking." I frown. "But I believe that if my father is who I think he is, I will have the same choice to make as you. To be of the Twilight and pass away with the Elves, or to become mortal. Your father chose to be Elf, and his brother chose the way of Men. I had no knowledge of this choice, and perhaps I have already made it unwittingly."
"I have no opinion on this matter. You would have to talk to Gandalf or to my father."
"I intend to." I swing my bag in my hands. Arwen leads me into a large bedchamber, which is as usual, tasteful and magnificent. Somehow, I doubt that anything Elves make could be construed as tasteless and overdone.
"This is your room."
"Hey, a bed!" I run to the bed and jump onto it. It is a huge four-poster bed with a green bedspread and cool white curtains. It is large and soft with enormous pillows. I bounce softly and giggle. I loll over it and delight in the feel of the cool soft fabric. I hear a polite cough behind me and I turn around and sit on the edge of the bed, facing Arwen.
She is smiling, which is a nice change. Two other female Elves are standing with her now, both very serious. "This is Ardaerial and Pentherial. They are here to help me ready you for the banquet. First, we need to measure you, so I will close the door, "She does that, "And now you can remove your clothes, please." I stand up and shuck off my shirt. A chorus of swift Elfish greets me.
"What?" I say questioningly, holding my shirt. I throw it haphazardly onto the bed. I remove my jeans and they follow my shirt. This, I tell myself, is like a bra fitting. This is not embarrassing. This is merely measurement.
"How is your breast band fashioned?" Arwen asks, her face lit with curiosity.
"I don't know. Why?"
"Can I look at it?" I shrug and reaching behind me, unclip it and hand it to Arwen. It's a $15 dollar skin color bra that I got from Grace Brothers. What's so special about it? It is just an ordinary D-12 bra, with under wire, no lace, and no ribbon. Nothing extra, but it is microfibre, which would be new. I shiver and cross my arms. It's unsettling to be basically naked in front of strangers. Vulnerable. The Elves are clustered around Arwen, examining my bra. Arwen looks up, "This is splendidly fashioned."
"Not really. It's just a bra. Can I have it back now, or are you going to measure me first?" Arwen says something to the two other Elves and they come and stand in front of me. She continues to study my bra.
Ardaerial smiles hesitantly at me. "Please, raise your arms." I do so and stare straight ahead. They flit around me, doing all that measuring stuff. They talk softly to each other in Elfish. I do as they tell me and wait for it to be over. They talk to Arwen, and then leave quietly.
"Apparently, you are close to me in size so they are going to alter one of the dresses I was having made. It will be new, so don't worry about that. Now, follow me to the bath. It has been run, and will be hot." She smiles at me, "Come, it is waiting."