Chapter: 9
Author: Suziefox
POV: Kalia
Without much ado…
"Stubborn elleth," I sighed, "I told you not to strap yourself down too much. You are too..." I struggled to find the polite word.
"Big?" She shot me a nervous smile, and I could not fault her as Haldir was boring a hole into her head.
I groaned inwardly, as I saw the crowd of people part, and an angry elf appear.
"What in Arda were you thinking?" He shot a pointed stare at me, and I couldn't help but settle into my familiar frown.
Why did everyone expect me to be the responsible one?
I pulled Tyrael up, perhaps a bit roughly, while trying my best to ignore the soft murmurs from the crowd. This was all wrong. What an ill-fated day! I felt a pang of empathy when she swerved a bit on her feet. She was not fully recovered.
"We were entering the tournament, I thought that was obvious."
Whatever sympathy I was beginning to feel fluttered away like a frightened dove.
Of all the times for this elleth to be smart. To add insult to injury, no pun intended, the crowd behind us seemed thoroughly scandalized by her sharp tongue, and I heard whispers that conveyed just how outlandish and inappropriate we were. I dared to look at Haldir, but found his gaze was still on Tyrael.
At the rate he was going, she would be roasted like a Yule time ham.
"It was clear that two such as yourselves are not allowed to participate." His jaw was set, and I knew that face. He was but a hop, skip, and jump away from throttling her.
"And why is that? Is it because we are female, or because we are the ones to lick your boots?"
I heard the king's startled gasp and groaned. When did he arrive? If she kept this up, when I returned home, I would be in the stables until the next age! She had to stop this! I pulled on her arm gently and hissed a warning.
"Tyrael!" Haldir leaned towards her, and I felt the heat radiating off of him.
"You have repeatedly been nothing but trouble, you have broken property,"
I flinched at the memory of our vase incident.
"Fought with others,"
That per se, was my fault, not hers. I didn't dare mention that however.
"You speak in disrespectful tones! More importantly, you flout rules. You have gone too far Tyrael,"
I felt panic grip my stomach. Was he going to send her away? If so this was purely unjust! She was not alone in this prank, and our motivations were fair. A foreign boldness took me.
"Haldir, we beg you to try and understand. How would you feel if you were not allowed to show your skills? Simply because of your social status?" I felt Tyrael's anger mounting, and I flickered my gaze from her face to his.
She was going to be brash. I knew it.
His eyes gazed my way for a moment, and I saw a glimmer of understanding, but when he looked at the elleth, his understanding was a distant memory, and I felt rather than saw his grip on her arm tighten and his jaw fix to open up and deliver a new outburst.
"Haldir, perhaps we should..." Legolas' soft yet commanding voice startled me, and I jumped, I then cursed my weakness. Now was no time for childish fancy.
"I could have killed you woman! I injured you!" The anguish in his voice, noticeable only to those who knew him well, made my heart clench.
His hand went to her bruised lip and captured it, and I knew the grief he would feel later. He wasn't angry because of the breech of protocol. He was angry with himself for not being more receptive. Had he known it was Tyrael, like Legolas had with myself and allowed himself to continue anyway? Or had he been so blind he had not even recognized her. Either way it made for a miserable situation.
"Is it that you enjoy being hit?" His voice was softer than before, yet just as powerful.
Tyrael looked as if she had been doused with icy water.
Legolas seemed to take in the enraged expression Tyrael wore, and once again attempted to assuage the tension.
"Haldir-"
"I do not answer to you, oh great March Warden of the Galadhrim!" Her voice raised an octave, raw and so hurt.
I could have wept to see the pair so angry and at odds with each other. I felt torn in two once again, as a child would upon witnessing their parents quarrel.
"Tyrael, please calm yourself, please, you are shouting." I tried to place a soothing hand on her back, but she snatched away from my touch angrily and pointed a trembling long finger towards Legolas.
"I answer to him! He is the one I serve, not you. You do not have any right to tell me what to do; I am not one of your wardens! Now LET – GO!"
With this, she raised her hand, and for a wild moment I thought she would strike him, but instead she shoved the warden roughly, cast me a glance, and stalked away. I need not follow her for I knew her destination. My eyes followed her figure until it disappeared, but two eyes drew me back to the crowd.
"Kalia. You should clean up, and then you and your accomplice are to meet in my office." Elrond's glittering gaze made me wish to melt into the ground as he strode off, followed by most of the crowd.
"Haldir-"
"You have naught to say to me that I wish to hear now Kalia. Save your breath." He too stormed off, and his cold tone rubbed my already raw nerves, I looked around wildly for a quiet place to mope.
"Kalia?"
I bit my lip and looked into the prince's eyes. Of all the people to wish to speak with me now.
"Yes sire?"
"Walk with me."
He extended a long arm and his eyes were so warm, I nearly believed he had honorable intentions. I wavered for a moment, and then placed a light arm on his. He led me in silence for several moments, and it was only when we passed the ranges that I realized where he was taking us.
Back towards the woods and away from the city.
"I suppose you are wondering where I am leading you."
I frowned. Actually, I was wondering why he wanted to talk to me.
"Nay."
"Then perhaps you wish to know why I wish to speak with you?"
I was sure he could not read minds, yet I was still startled by his observation. My shocked expression drew a soft smile onto his lips.
"You wear your heart on your sleeve little Kalia."
I blushed furiously, and looked ahead.
"I wish to speak with you about what transpired atop the waterfall."
I suddenly wished I had run after Tyrael right away.
"Your majesty, I apologize. I never intended to-"
"I deserved it. All of it."
I blanched.
"I peg your pardon?"
"I was neither honest nor sincere in my actions, and you reacted appropriately."
Then he was not attracted to me. I really was a jest to him.
"That does not excuse my behavior. It was no longer honest fun when we had an audience sire."
I felt my heart clamber. I sorely wished to weep. I was aware, aye, that he could not fancy me, as I loved him, yet, to have had this been a prank that escalated! I could scarcely bear the indignity.
"I only regret not clarifying sooner. And I am sorry for cutting your hair."
Hot anger suddenly flooded my face, and I flashed him a glare.
"Aye, that was uncalled for if I may be so bold your majesty. I merely offered the ladies a glimpse, you have altered my appearance!"
He seemed taken aback by my anger.
"We did not intend for that to happen. You were not even supposed to become ill, yet Estel miscalculated the effects of the herbs, and you paid dearly for it. "
He sounded like an elfling caught by his mother then asked to explain.
"Then, Elladan agreed to cut your hair, as I was too nervous to do the honors, yet he was besotted, and when he cut one strand, it was uneven. Elrohir suggested cutting more, so that you might have an even style, and before we knew it, all of your hair was gone." He sounded sheepish and all my anger had evaporated.
Aye, I must be in love, for had he been any other man or elf, I would have killed him by now. How could one resist those warm blue orbs when they were focused on you?
"Your do realize that your careers as barbers are ruined?"
He laughed at my jest, and wrapped an arm around my shoulder.
"I mean it; no one in their right mind would volunteer for you to even trim their toenails after this. Look!" I tugged at a lock, which hung heavily on my ear. He laughed harder, and soon we were all but giggling.
"Nay, you are not that bad. And it will grow." As if to emphasize this point, he placed a large hand on my head, and I tilted my head back to gaze into his smiling face.
"His majesty's tongue is ever sweet as a ripened berry." I crooned, and his smile seemed to fade a bit.
"We should return, Lord Elrond shall be waiting for you." He murmured, and led me back to the village.
The meeting with Elrond was tense as we were dispensed our punishments and the elf lord once again voiced the opinion of the masses…
"She should know better!"
I was dispatched to my quarters, and I had the decency to keep my head down so as to avoid contact with the angry servants, who, because of our antics, would be watched more carefully, and most likely have longer days and tighter schedules to prevent what was perceived by the upper class as too much time to be idle. This was most grievous for many were hard working, and seldom had moments to dream, eat, or relieve themselves, much less scheme to usurp tradition.
Still, I digress.
Since I now had the reputation of conjurer of mischief, I veered from my course and met with Tyrael in the kitchens. She was still sulking, more so now it would seem since we had been banned from the dance, and I found her attached to a dusty bottle of cooking brandy, covered in sweat and her dried blood. She offered a swig of the brew, and I took it, for I could scarcely imagine two elleths more pathetic in all of Arda.
Legolas interrupted us bearing good news, and I sagely slipped out from the kitchens, sensing he desired a meeting alone with Tyrael.
He had suggested I pay a visit to my master, and I would have preferred a holiday in Mordor to facing that angry elf. Of all the people who I had to face, his disappointment burned most of all.
I steeled myself for his anger before knocking on the door.
"Enter."
I found him sitting in the darkness, I looked down at the colored lanterns that set the large courtyard aglow in a mystical shimmer. Already merry voices could be heard gathering down below for an evening of pleasure, though the sun was just setting.
Haldir's bright eyes drew me from my reverie.
"I have never been so thoroughly disappointed Kalia."
I felt my eyebrows settle into a frown, and once again, tears pricked my eyes.
"Haldir, forgive me." I kneeled in front of him.
"Did you not feel you could trust me?" His voice trembled and I was swiftly disarmed. Had he been angry I could have defended myself.
But this? Anguish was a new emotion.
"I knew not if I could, I was not thinking." I placed a hand on his lap, and he took it firmly.
"I am not only disappointed in you Kalia."
"Aye, but Tyrael merely wanted to do as I did, to prove herself, to find honor in something."
His face hardened.
"There is no honor in foolish games Kalia. There is no honor in unnecessary death or injury."
I looked down at the floor, and knew the tears were flowing freely. He tilted my head up with his hands, and to my amazement, I saw that he too, wept.
"And had you been injured, had she been injured by my hand-" His voice hitched with emotion, and I leaned forward and embraced him. He need not finish the sentence. He would have never forgiven himself for not being more observant.
"I am disappointed in myself. I could have failed her." He whispered, and clung to me even more.
"You were not negligent Haldir. You were blinded by love." I whispered into his hair, and kissed his forehead. He gave me a sheepish glance as I pulled away slightly.
"And no less of an elf to have been so fooled." I added, and he allowed a watery smile, before pressing my spiky hair down. I blushed a bit.
"I do not know if I approve of this new look Kalia." He murmured, and we both laughed softly.
At length he sighed, and we both rose from our spot.
"I understand the good prince has been so gracious as to ensure your places at the dance."
I nodded then took to tidying up his room. I found that I could always recreate his path; from the moment he kicked off his boots, tore off his soiled tunic, and landed in the chair.
He wore an undershirt, yet the bloodied tunic was still hanging on the arm of his chair. I gingerly removed it, so as not to catch his eye, yet he noticed, and flinched visibly when his gaze settled onto blood he had deduced was not his own.
"Aye, yet I don't think I shall be able to arrange to go. I have nothing fit to be seen in, and so much of my time had been spent preparing for the tourney, that I did not arrange to have another dress made. I had cut the pattern to one, yet I never followed through. I guess I could not see past the tournament." I murmured.
His eyes were shining with mirth, and I wondered.
"Well then I believe we both can be of service to each other tonight."
"How so?"
"I desire a lady to accompany me," He strode over to his closet, seemingly looking for his formal tunic.
"And you desire a dress." He finished, and produced the loveliest purple gown I had ever seen.
"Where did you?"
He smiled at me then placed it on the bed.
"It was going to be a surprise, for your obedience and diligent work." He chuckled at the irony.
"You shall be giving it to another then?" I replied.
"Only if you refuse to attend the dance with me." He replied good-naturedly.
"I would be honored to go with you."
I would be lying if I did not admit I would have preferred going with the prince.
"He is taking Nessa. Though I do not think he wanted to go with her." I suppose I really was too expressive with my face.
At least Haldir was not angry.
"I suspected as much." I bit my lip, and then went over to his closet to ready his clothes.
"Could you join me, after you have bathed? I understand elleths require time to prepare." He sounded sheepish.
"It is the least I could do." I grinned, deciding I preferred to have Haldir tender like this.
If this was how he behaved every time Tyrael was nearly killed, then I prayed her life was jeopardized more often!
One hour later I returned to his room to find him clean, and donned in a simple tunic again. We took a light supper in silence, while I feathered arrows with him. It would seem a comfortable peace had settled between us at last.
True to form, Tyrael came and disrupted the truce not long after we had settled down. Her knock was so hard I jumped in my chair, yet Haldir had regained most of his composure and sounded almost normal when he told her to enter.
I rose from my spot, casting him an apologetic glance before ushering Tyrael out of the room. At the rate she was going, he was liable to strike her for her mouth, and I was weary of cleaning up her blood for one day. When we closed the door, she grumbled about how wonderful the Prince was. I did not need her testimony, though I did feel terrible to discover Haldir had overheard us, and I still had the pained expression he wore when he gave me my scarf burnt into my mind.
No one adores being compared to a prince.
Moments later, we were in her quarters and after a rather awkward moment, for I think we both realized it was the first time I had ever been to her room. I sensed her nervousness and tried my best to be tentative. After a few moments including a predictable leer about Legolas, and an unexpected glimpse into her past, she explained herself.
"I desire your help, my dear."
I cocked my eyebrow, and took the bait. The last time we helped one another, I had four feet of hair removed. Still, perhaps I would not have to break rules this time.
"Oh, and what pray tell, can I help you with arwenamin?" I slid her mentor's book back into place gently.
"Legolas has been courteous enough to-" I flinched, once again remembering the awful moment in front of Haldir's room, she waved at my discomfort.
"Do not think of it. The March Warden's tempers shall simmer down soon enough. He is a grown-up, though he does not act like it. If he dislikes that the prince earns praise for his actions, then he needs another millennia to grow out of his immaturity. Now, back to the important manners at hand. The prince has been courteous enough to ensure that we go to the ball. And that is where my problem lies."
I opted to withhold the fact that I already knew this, choosing to decipher her concern instead. Surely, like me, she had no time to prepare a dress to wear, and therein lay her problem.
"You have nothing to wear. We should probably attempt to make you something. After all, we do not want a repeat performance of the tournament thank you very much. Judging by your coloring, I think a rich autumn red would suit you perfectly. I hear Petrenella is a good seamstress." I eyed her critically, my mind already creating a neckline, that would tastefully accentuate her full breasts, and bodice that would highlight the flat plane of her stomach. Her long frame would certainly do well in anything she wore, and her creamy skin would glow in the moonlight. She soon became uncomfortable under my gaze and interrupted my assessment.
"Kalia." Her voice was tight, and she unconsciously brushed down her mangled skirt.
"Hmm?"
"As much as I may-and do-need a dress, that is not why I called you here."
I was snapped from my plans roughly. Curses! I knew she was up to mischief!
"Oh? And why did you call me here?"
I swore if she had another hair-brained scheme, I was going to murder her myself, Haldir be damned.
"Well, you see, it is a little problem that may be quite big in some cases…" She fiddled with her apron.
Curious, was she nervous?
"Meaning?"
"Well, you see, at this ball – I need to do certain things, with certain people even, and if I cannot do certain things, then I would appear rather foolish…"
She was babbling we both knew it.
I wondered what at the dance would have had her so flustered. Haldir? Nay, she knew he was going. I pictured her face when he and I danced...Ah! That's it. The girl is a klutz. Surely she tripped over her own two feet more often that not. She couldn't possibly dance.
I interrupted her long-winded explanation.
"Tyrael."
"Aye." She sounded miserable.
"You cannot dance can you?"
"Nay I cannot. Will you teach me?" She looked positively adorable; her lips pursed in what was most likely her form of a pout.
I relented, though not without repaying her for the jibe she made about my preferring her room because it was close to Legolas'
"Would this be to impress a Certain March Warden?" If that was the case, she need'nt bother. Haldir was all fingers where his toes should be when it came to dancing.
Her face darkened as his did when ever I mentioned her, and I mustered the courage to ask her what had fallen amiss between the two. They had never harbored this much discord before.
"Tyrael, what happened between the two of you?"
Her face was unnaturally blank, and she did not answer.
"Is it to do with that comment he made," I hesitated then took a breath. "About enjoying being hit?"
She seemed to fall back into her habit of hiding her pain with anger, and I instantly regretted asking.
"Is it about that comment? I suppose. But not only that. His entire being infuriates me beyond belief - I do not need him."
Who ever said that she did? This conversation was getting nowhere, fast.
"Tyrael-"
"I am learning to dance for my date." She sounded like a petulant child. Still I humored her.
"Ah yes, your date. Who might that be?"
"And old friend of mine, Rathborn."
Now, I had heard of this Rathborn fellow before, though never had the pleasure if you could call it thus, of meeting him. His name was mentioned in whispered circles whilst doing laundry. He was rouge at best, and a scandalous scoundrel most days. Still, if Tyrael trusted him, then I would at least allow that she not embarrass herself.
Teaching Tyrael to dance was like teaching an Oliphant to walk tiptoe. Not impossible, yet, thoroughly exhausting. Her feet were as large as a man's and seemed to favor crunching down on my own, and her arms flailed sloppily whenever I tried to guide her into another step.
"One, two three, turn, one two three turn. Good Ty, you are learning!" I tried to sound as cheerful as possible, though I was sore, and my ears were ringing from the various vases, shelves, and crockery she had smashed during one of her many tumbles.
As I turned her once again, she stepped on my skirt, nearly sending me to the floor, and in her effort to shove me safely onto a chair; she fell backwards and landed soundly into the arms of Legolas. I have never been more envious.
"What is the matter? I heard commotion?" He grinned a bit at the sight of two frazzled elleths, and Tyrael's distraught room.
"I am learning to dance. I am not sure I like dancing." Tyrael grumbled, while rubbing one of her many bruises.
Legolas just smiled warmly, and in a patient voice replied, "Such things take time, Tyrael."
I tore my eyes away from their friendly banter, and took to picking up the larger pieces of broken pottery that littered the floor.
She could cut herself.
It was only when I felt eyes on me that I noticed Legolas looking at me.
"You have been gracious enough to teach her?"
"Aye, though I admit she is a challenging pupil." I grinned wryly and Ty stuck her tongue out from behind him.
"Perhaps if you had assistance, this would be easier?"
"Sire, if I had assistance, I would have avoided most of my mishaps with Tyrael." I laughed, and she put her large hands on her hips.
"Then that settles it."
And with that, he scooped her up, and began to glide her into a fluid slow dance. She blushed a bit, when she stepped on his toes, but he did not loose patience, and helped with the soft count going.
At one point I regained my energy, and cut in between them, pleased to see she had managed to retain some of what I taught her at last. Soon, the three of us were all dancing, Legolas, and I taking turns with Tyrael, who once again lived up to her reputation of being unsteady on her feet when she toppled over Legolas and I, and sent the two of us crashing on the floor in a heap of limbs.
Not that I didn't thoroughly enjoy this. Still, one had to maintain their dignity.
I brushed myself off, and mustered the patience to tell her to try again. But she would have none of it. She wailed she that she was thirsty, Legolas suggested she go fetch us some water, and cast her a stern gaze that I knew meant she could not so much as smell any spirits. She scuttled off with an awkward bow.
"Kalia?"
He was now sitting languidly on one of the few chairs that had not been overturned, and before I could respond, he was mere inches away from me. To say this was unnerving would have been a gross understatement.
"Yes?"
"Dance with me."
I smiled shyly, and he wrapped sure hands around my waist, and drew me close to him. I closed my eyes, and could hear the faint beginnings of music that was being played. Most likely the musicians warming up, I thought, trying not to notice the lovely smell of him. He smelled of a faint spice, pine needles, and a sweet tinge, like honey.
I bit my lip so as not to let on how erratic my breathing was. Somehow, my head ended up on his chest, my face buried in the crook of his shoulder.
Our bodies swayed gently, with no purpose in particular, and I could imagine we were at the dance tonight; I was by his side, not Nessa.
If I indulged even further, I could fancy I was his princess, and we were in the fair halls of Mirkwood. In my rough servant's garb no longer, I was in a flowing silken gown that shimmered so that it put the stars to shame. I sighed softly, and dug in deeper. Somewhere in the back of my mind, a voice was screaming that this was thoroughly inappropriate, and that he was sure to recoil; yet he didn't.
Viciously, I had visions of what we must really look like, and in my minds eye I saw myself, clinging to him like a lovesick adolescent, while he politely stood erect, and trying to subtly ease me off of him.
Yet, it didn't feel like he was trying to push me away, if anything, I could swear he was pulling me even closer. I felt his chest rumble deliciously, and willed myself to answer.
"Hmm?"
He chuckled softly, and tilted my head up. I drunk in the sight of him before me, these last moments he would spend unattached, and in my fantasies, mine. For once he took Nessa, I could not allow myself to harbor this devotion to him, and it would not be healthy. Tonight, when the prince took his princess, Kalia would cast away her love for him.
Even if she broke her own heart in the process.
Feeling suddenly melancholy and fey, I shoved back the tears that threatened to poke through my lashes, and forced a weak smile. His blue eyes shone tenderly, and I loved him even more for being so kind to me, even when I was behaving like a fool.
"I said, I-"
Before he could finish, Tyrael came in, bearing water, and I decided I had had enough of this. Tyrael would at least, be able to be guided through some standards, though her career as a professional was not looking promising. Alas, the Valar had other plans, and it was Legolas who would take his leave when Elladan and Elrohir collected him moments later. They were polite enough not to comment on the state of the room, and our actions, though they did gaze at us curiously before leaving. Legolas provided a polite farewell, and I curtseyed, and gave him a sad look before he left.
If Tyrael noticed my sadness, like the twins she was nice enough not to comment on it. Instead, she pulled me from a chair and began a new assault on my toes, before at length I halted the lessons so I could prepare of the dance.
"Tyrael, I am afraid I must go, I have not had time to prepare myself and I have laundry to collect. I shall collect you in the kitchens 45 minutes prior to the dancing."
"Aye, I will be ready."
"Kalia, I cannot thank you enough." I turned to face her, and flashed a sad smile before leaving.
One never entered the kitchens since our awful duel without a slight pause. What would I see? Would there be two more elleths locked in a foolish battle over elves that they could not have? I could scarcely believe that that encounter was only a few months ago, instead of several years. That was before things become complicated. That was when Kalia could dream of her prince, and Tyrael merely lusted after her March Warden. I shoved these thoughts away, and dashed down the steps into the main kitchen.
She was barking orders to the staff that seemed to be handling the dance rather smoothly. I almost felt a pang of sympathy for them, until I remembered that staff that worked events were paid double for their efforts.
"Haryon! For the love of Elbereth, pull that stew from the fire! It will burn down the city!" She ran a large hand over her damp forehead and I was glad I came early.
She would certainly need a bath.
"Tyrael."
She glanced over at me nervously, and licked her lips. My voice offered no room for hesitation yet she tried.
"Perhaps I should forfeit my position at the dance and simply help in the kitchens." Behind her, various staff members were silently moving platters laden with food out to the main tent to feed the masses. At the mention of staying, Haryon perked up, until I shot him a dark look and he resumed his task of ladling broth into silver bowls.
"Ty, Legolas had to work hard to ensure our position at the dance. It would be ungrateful to bow out now." I sighed irritably, as she furiously mixed a batter of some kind, her jaw set in a stubborn way that reminded me of Haldir and made me want to throttle her.
I had no time for this!
"Well, I simply do not feel comfortable going is all." She whined, and at this, I lost my temper.
"We are going Tyrael, if I have to drag you out, then I shall!" Then I tugged on one of her braids, and forcibly pulled her from the kitchens.
After a few moments of her bemoaning my treatment, we were in my room, and she was stripped naked and in the tub. When she emerged I wiped her face down again, to ensure she was spotless, and brushed her semi-dry hair until it was luminescent. A few moments later, she was laced up into a stunning deep red dress, looking every bit a lady. In fact, in a certain light, she could pass as kin to Lady Arwen herself.
I then took to readying myself, as I knew Haldir would be knocking on my door in a few moments. I was eternally glad I had bathed this afternoon, or I would have been dreadfully tardy. After assuring her that she looked stunning, she was gracious enough to compliment me on my gown, before dashing off to meet her date. I was rather curious to meet him, and wished Haldir would make haste and come to collect me.
I rose from my bed, my stomach suddenly fluttery, my skin clammy, and stood in front of the looking glass. I eyed myself critically, silently groaning over my hair. I had tucked it back, leaving a few strands to fall on my forehead, and pondered the new texture. It would seem that my curls were hesitant to return, and I could not blame them. To have straight hair was a new experience, and I was unsure if I wanted to thank to flog Legolas for arranging it.
Whatever misgivings I had about my hair were more than compensated by the fine gown Haldir had made for me. The purple was so dark, it looked like nearly black, and the lace that draped over the satiny material would rival that of Nessa's from Gondor I'm sure. The sleeves were bell, as was the newest fashion, as if the seamstress had put meticulous care into making sure the arms were not too long. Indeed, it was a fine gown, and though I did not deserve it, I felt every bit the princess.
"Kalia?'
I was so distracted by my dress I had not heard him knock! I spun around and blushed a bit.
"By the Valar you look beautiful!" He clasped my arm fondly, and I rewarded him with a smile.
"Haldir! You look-amazing!" My smile grew into a full-fledged grin.
Tyrael would be eating her words tonight for sure! His midnight blue tunic hugged his broad shoulders handsomely, and his silvery hair hung down his back, brushed until it was shining. He smiled shyly, and then offered a strong arm to guide me to the festivities.
Which, would have been wonderful, had there been anything festive to arrive to. Elves and a few men were milling around, some in chairs, some nibbling on food offered by the staff. The elf lords were sitting in heave-cushioned chairs on the far end of the tent, and I spotted Estel in deep conversation with Arwen.
As usual, Elladan and Elrohir were at their father's side, though they too looked thoroughly bored. I wondered for a moment where Mithrandir was, before commenting on the scene before us.
"Well this is most defiantly…calm." I shook my head, as a hasty flutist began what could only be described as the most pitiful rendition of Beren and Tinuviel I had ever heard.
"Dormant." Haldir added, and I shot him am amused glance.
Only his eyes revealed the mutual humor, yet that was a memory when he laid his eyes on Tyrael's guest, whom I assumed was Rathborn.
He was a handsome elf, though as I mentioned before, only Swelter had ever made me question my belief that all elves were handsome, yet he radiated a foul air that was unsettling. To look into his piercing violet eyes sent a shiver down my back, and made me feel as if I was being devoured.
I soon found my manners, and offered a greeting, so as to break the tension that was steadily mounting between Haldir and this new fellow.
"And you would be Rathborn?" I forced myself not to fidget, and involuntarily leaned closer towards the steady wall of Haldir.
"Aye. And who might you be?" He drawled, and flashed a smirk that made my stomach flip-flop before I found my voice.
"Kalia." I started to arch my back importantly then faltered when I was reminded that I might offer him a glimpse of the breasts, which had been lifted up by the lacings.
Once again I leaned subtly onto Haldir.
I flashed Tyrael a look that I am sure screamed, "Where did you uncover this elf?" Yet she hardly noticed, as she was soaking up the palpable tension between Rathborn and Haldir.
I felt the Warden's body grow rigid with irritation.
"Haldir of Lothlorien. I was wondering when I might cross your path. Congratulations at the tourney. You defiantly tried Tyrael's skills. Yet she stood her ground."
I bristled at his insolent words. 'Tried Tyrael's skills?' Indeed. He nearly killed her.
He flashed a smile that made my stomach turn. No, I did not like this Rathborn.
"I have trained her well."
I think I openly balked at this. Aye he trained her, yet he did not join himself. Perhaps the cur knew he would have been tossed unceremoniously on his ass by the Warden had he dared to compete. Still, it was news to me to learn he was her mystery teacher.
Haldir puzzled over this too, glancing at the pair, before voicing my question.
"You trained her?"
I interrupted her, eager to catch Rathborn in a lie.
"I thought Orevon trained you?"
"Orevon trained you?" Haldir queried, obviously impressed.
Ty seemed genuinely surprised.
"You knew Orevon?"
"Aye, I did. A fine warrior. He trained you?" I could have laughed at his ability to both reveal and cloak at the same time. A question answered, ten questions raised.
Tyrael seemed flustered, and Rathborn shot a dark look at the pair.
"Aye, he did. When he passed into the Halls of Mandos, I learned from a book, until Rathborn was generous enough to offer his services."
She cast Rathborn a fond look, and Haldir frowned.
"I'll bet." He murmured, and I looked at him in surprise.
I expected Rathborn to reply, yet he merely smiled smugly, and clasped Tyrael's elbow possessively. It was a silent gesture of ownership, and neither I nor Haldir approved.
Before sparks could fly that would rival the wizard's fireworks, Haldir's brothers approached us with a warm greeting.
"Could this possibly be Kalia?" Exclaimed the silver haired elf Rumil as he smiled at me warmly and I felt my cheeks flush. Damn!
"Why, you are as beautiful as this gathering is…idle." I looked at the ground shyly.
"Dormant." Haldir corrected, in a mock-grumpy voice, and I felt the corners of my mouth tug up in amusement.
"And look here. The hellcat herself. But how different she looks! Red most definitely suits you." I watched Orophin bow and kiss Tyrael's hand.
Here we go, the elves flock to Tyrael.
I briefly considered selling tickets for a dance with her. Judging from the appreciative looks we were getting, I was sure I could retire from servitude before the night was over.
"You shall have to save me a dance Tyrael." Orophin replied
"And I," Rumil added with a smirk
I heard my disembodied voice cry, "Single file line please! Do not jostle about there are more than enough dances to go around! Mind your manners! Hurry, Hurry, Hurry, get your dance tickets here!"
I let out a small sigh, and felt Haldir squeeze my hand softly. I smirked.
Several loaded moments passed, the soft music a pain to my ears, and the tension between the elves palpable. I had spotted my King, amongst the other nobles, and was torn between the desire to smile or cry, as he was a good king, albeit a bit single-minded and selfish. I must have revealed my torment, for Tyrael's eyes followed mine, and she offered a fond hand on my arm.
I smiled, my irritation over her good looks and good fortune momentarily forgotten, until that is, Legolas arrived.
Few held back their gasps of awe and I could hardly blame them. They made a breathtaking couple. She wore a silver gown that was similar to the one I wore that horrible night when I tempted him at the waterfall. It was so simple and elegant, with just the faintest hint of lace on the edges, that I suddenly felt all the more the ugly duckling.
She did not need yards of fabric to look perfect.
And Legolas, how does one describe starlight? For that's what he looked like, a fallen star wrapped in pale blue silk. His hair hung down, shimmering to his waist, and swaying in a gentle breeze, and I felt my heart stop. I was sure he had bathed in moonlight before arriving.
Aye, they were a perfect couple.
"Nessa looks lovely." I murmured for I knew Ty was silently taking in my reaction to seeing them.
"Aye, but she is the tempting crisp skin of the apple, hiding maggots in the core." I smirked at her jibe, and was once again reminded of why she was a dear friend of mine.
Soon the men folk huddled and began to discuss war, battle, and other violent notions, and I was left alone while Tyrael tried to surreptitiously overhear what Rathborn was saying to Haldir's brothers, and Haldir was talking to a Mirkwood soldier, and surreptitiously trying to observe Tyrael's reactions to Rathborn. To make matters worse, Nessa was attached to Legolas' side, and they seemed to be locked in a very pleasant conversation.
All in all, it was a boring miserable affair, and I was sorely wishing to be back in my cozy room. I would rather mend Haldir's socks then endure one more drab song!
As if hearing my thoughts, mischief came sauntering over towards us. With a bow, Elladan addressed me.
"Kalia, I request a favor. I fear that should this party continue thus, I shall have to become inappropriately drunk, leading to an unfortunate incident like last time, where I was swept away unconscious down the currents of the Bruinen."
I gave him a questioning look. What could he want me to do?
"So I implore thee…show us your violin skills. Bring this ball to life."
He was mad. I would rather rot in Mordor than perform in front of all these people! In front of Legolas!
"Nay, I could not!"
Elrohir stepped foreword dramatically, and all but dropped to his knees.
"Please, Kalia, we are begging you," Elrohir said, clasping his hands. "We shall surely be dragged into pits of despair should we have to sit through another conversation about the weather."
I glanced around for someone to agree with me, but found none.
"I agree with them, Kalia, perhaps your music – if it is as good as Lord Elladan says – shall awaken the party."
"But Tyrael-"
How could she betray me thus? Did she enjoy seeing me embarrassed?
"You need not be shy, Kalia. You have a chance to show your talents. Take it."
With that she motioned over to Nessa, who was all but purring in the Prince's ear. A strange anger boiled in my belly. Yet, if I failed, if I was not suitable, then I would never forgive myself. At last, I shot her a sad miserable look then followed the twins to my doom.
It seemed as if the entire party was watching me as I made my way over towards the musicians to inspect my instrument. I knew many, especially the nobles, would be surprised to see Lord Elladan and Elrohir consorting with such a base elleth. Yet, one reassuring look from Elladan, and I felt myself shake off my nervousness. I would do this, I would show them all, and I could play.
The violin itself was a fine instrument, and I knew this first hand. Yet, these musicians had not tuned them properly, so my first task was to softly instruct the others on how to be in harmony. That did not take long, and I suggested a familiar chord, and they nodded in understanding. It was then that I realized they were young, perhaps a few years into adolescence at best.
"Where is your master?" I asked the cellist, a boy whose face was covered in pimples.
"He, he-" His voice squeaked.
"He's been in the cups ma'am. Uncle sent him to his chambers." I glanced at who "uncle" was, and saw that the girl was pointing to Thranduil.
Lovely.
"Well, there is no need to worry children. We shall pick up the tempo at bit." I smirked, and with my foot counted off, before beginning my tune.
At first, I began slowly, my mind conjuring up thoughts of Mirkwood, with its heavy, ancient leaves, and furry bark. I allowed the children to become comfortable with the tempo, hitting slow mournful notes that seemed to emphasize my anxiety over the night. I saw Legolas' face as he announced his bride, and I heard Nessa's cries of triumph. Lest I should turn a drab party into a funeral march, I sighed, and looking at the children, began to pick up the tempo.
My little fingers danced over the notes lazily, and complimented the steady cello. I thought of the joy I felt as a child, running free in the woods, shooting my arrows at leaves, and nicking bread from the kitchens. I remembered my foster-sisters untangling my curls at night, and if I closed my eyes, I could vaguely remember my mother kissing me on the cheek before I slumbered.
The tempo increased even more and I began a standard dance song, the type that evokes much clapping and tapping of feet. Tyrael grinned at me, and I winked and she began to bounce her head a bit, and started to clap to the music.
Soon, Elladan and Elrohir joined in the clapping, and before I knew it, the entire floor was bursting with elves and men, who began a tentative dance.
My fingers flew over the strings like wildfire as I continued, I then saw Legolas being pulled from his chair by Nessa, and she began a merry jig with him. I frowned, and then focused my gaze back to Tyrael.
She seemed to be at a loss as to what to do, as at least four men were gyrating in front of her, all seemingly under the impression that they were dancing with her exclusively. At length, she managed to lure a handful of servant maids we knew into rising from their chairs, and pawned the women off on the overzealous men.
I smirked as she drew herself closer to the wall, and unknowingly towards Haldir, who seemed to be having a silent conversation with someone. I followed his gaze, and found he was looking at Legolas rather intently.
Curious.
I found myself become a bit distracted by this exchange, though that did not stop me from changing into another old favorite among parties. My mind hardly worried over the notes, for I had spent an entire summer working on this one song last season. It would seem my gaze was not subtle, and soon I found the Prince was looking at me.
A snippet of a song came to my head, though I did not know the rest.
"And then we locked eyes…."
I could not stop myself from staring back, nor could I dare to hide my emotions any longer. I knew he was not mine he was intended for another, yet in that moment when he captured my gaze, I knew I would never forgive myself if I did not let him know just how I felt.
It was not a prank for me Legolas, that day at the pond, that night on the waterfall. My intentions were sincere, just misguided. I only wished I knew of another way to show you how I feel. I've always loved you. I cannot bear to watch this any longer. I'll be hopeless without you.
You complete me.
I found my fingers were beginning to grow numb, and I had plucked each staccato note so fiercely that I would be cut in the morning. Still, he held my gaze, his eyes stormy with some unknown emotion. My soul was bare before him, and it was a disconcerting feeling. At length I came to the climax of the song, and with a few cheerful notes, ended the song, and was rewarded with deafening applause.
"Magnificent Kalia! I did not know you could play." Elrond strode over to me, and kissed my forehead softly.
"You are indeed full of surprises." Thranduril added, and I hastily placed my violin on a chair and bowed low.
"You may rise child." He replied, and turned to Elrond.
"I believe the girl deserves a break, and a hearty drink for livening things up no?" Elladan
piped up, and Elrond smiled and nodded.
"Kalia?"
"Aye?" I turned to face the pock faced cello player.
"What shall we play now?"
I thought of something soft, and not very difficult.
"Greensleeves." I smirked when the King grinned at my selection and made his way back to the chair.
I knew he would enjoy that.
I had scarcely sipped a cool goblet of wine, before Tyrael snatched up my wrist and was tugging me towards the dance floor.
"Tyrael, what are you doing?"
"Dance with me." She replied, and my eyes shot over towards Legolas, instantly reminded of our afternoon.
"I do not think it is wise-"
"We cannot do much to harm our reputation, and besides, there are others here who dance with their friends."
She motioned towards a pack of young, single elleths just barely adults by my standards, and I groaned.
"Aye." I groused, and with a squeal she pulled me into a sloppy sway. I could hear her murmuring the count I had told her earlier.
"One two three turn, one two three-"
I chuckled, and arched my back to face her, smiling at her silliness. Miranda, a young harp player had vacated her position so that Nessa might display her skill, and instead the young girl began to sing in a clear voice.
"Alas my love you do me wrong, to cast me off discourteously,"
I sighed, and willed myself not to see Legolas' face when I closed my eyes.
"For I have loved you for too long, delighting in your company."
"This song is rather forlorn, why did you choose this?" Tyrael grumbled.
"Twas what I was feeling I suppose." I replied, and lay my head on her shoulder, listening to her soft counting.
"Greensleeves was all my joy, Greensleeves was my delight, Greensleeves was my heart of gold, and who but my lady greensleeves?"
"May I cut in?"
I started, and looked up at our intruder.
"Certainly." I looked at Tyrael wildly.
No! No! Do not leave me with him!
"Kalia."
"Legolas."
As he had done before, he placed his hands on my back, though perhaps I imagined how low his hands felt the last time. We swayed to the music in silence, and after a few moments he spoke.
"Your song was beautiful."
"That was a standard, not my own." I shook my head like a child.
"Nay, the song you played in the beginning. I could see the story your music told."
I looked up at him, in shock.
"And what did you see?"
"Mirkwood, a young maiden in the forest, her hair trailing behind her, a mothers kiss, and a barrage of moments snatched from childhood."
"Aye, but it was not always thus the maiden has endured dark times." I glanced over at Tyrael.
She and Haldir were standing next to each other, swaying to the music. It seemed daft for them not to face each other and dance together. Ai, Elbereth, what was I going to do with those two!
Miranda's voice piped up.
"Alas my love that you should own, a heart of wanton vanity, so I must laddie think alone upon your insincerity."
"The maiden shall see happier times, I am sure of it Kalia." He replied at length, and he too seemed to notice that Haldir was turning, his mouth fixed to ask Tyrael to dance.
"I am not so certain." I sighed, as Orophin strode over, and in a fluid movement, swept Tyrael away, leaving Haldir to watch her dance.
"Greensleeves was all my joy, greensleeves was my delight, greensleeves was my heart of gold, and who but my lady greensleeves?"
"Kalai? They need you back there." I looked up towards the petulant face of Nessa; I had not noticed the absence of the harp.
"It's Kalia milady." I corrected softly, as I stalked away back towards my place with the musicians.
I did not look back to see Legolas' face.
I began a new song, one livelier like the first ones, and a bit more familiar for Silvan elves, which had the reputation of being less formal than their cousins. Indeed, every Silvan elf perked up when they heard the song, and clapped to rouse everyone. For sixteen beats they clapped, anticipating the first notes, and knowing the words that had been put to the song.
As I began the song, I peeped at Tyrael, and found she and Haldir almost smiling at each other. Well, their eyes were glittering happily.
At least, I hoped that was happiness I saw.
He said something to her, and she opened her mouth to reply, and was interrupted by the firm hand of Rathborn. I could not hear what was said, but I knew it was tense. I could see Haldir's gaze grow fierce, and knew whatever Rathborn had uttered, it was not pleasing to the March Warden. Still, Rathborn's posture spoke volumes. He was obviously besotted, perhaps sloppy drunk, and his eyes were shining like dark fey jewels.
"Tyrael-" It was easy enough to decipher the name on his lips, before he pulled her to him, and in a fluid motion captured her lips with his.
I was so startled, I heard my violin squawk, and I, not wanting to draw attention to the pair, looked over at another couple and pretended to have gotten too caught up in the moment, thus losing my place.
As I played the notes, and bobbed my head in sync with the music, I could not help but steal glances at the pair. A giddy happiness bubbled up into my throat.
At last!
Haldir was kissing Tyrael. And she was not shoving him away.
Rathborn did not take kindly to this at all, and he roughly pulled her away from the kiss, and snarled a comment to her. She was so caught up in the kiss, that she was startled by his roughness, and landed on her knees.
Haldir helped her up from the floor, and seemed very interested in something on her arm.
What happened in the next few moments nearly made me drop my violin. Haldir said something tense to Rathborn, he sneered something in reply to Tyrael, and as he turned around to reply another remark to Haldir, the March Warden's fist connected soundly with Rathborn's jaw.
It was the punch heard round the world. Well, at least 'round Rivendell.
I was certain my performance suffered, yet still, I tried to keep everyone's attention on the music, and for my part I tried my best. Yet, Rathborn was not going to lie down and allow himself to be clobbered, and he responded with a fierce attack, which, I was pleased to see, Haldir deflected easily.
In a matter of seconds, Haldir pulled him up, held him over his head, and tossed him into bushes that were supported by a lovely latticework.
Had Rathborn not yelled out like a little girl, I doubt anyone would have noticed the commotion. The scoundrel did not move from his bed in the bushes, and Haldir turned to Tyrael, a strained expression on his face.
He opened his mouth to speak, and she ran off, away from the party.
"By the Valar! I've never!"
I heard the unsettled murmur and groaned, we could never just have an ordinary day. I gave up all pretenses of trying to keep the party glued together.
"Let's take a break children." I reply lamely, and with a glance at Haldir and Legolas, made my way towards her favorite haunt: the kitchens.
I did not find Tyrael in the kitchens, and they informed me that she was due to check on them within the hour. Confused, I made my way to her quarters hoping she was hiding there. I was correct in my assumption. I knocked on the door once before letting myself in.
"Tyrael?"
"Alas my love you do me wrong, to cast me off discourteously." Her voice drawled, and I knew she had found some wine from somewhere. Judging from the disheveled state she was in, it could have been temple wine, which was must stronger than even Elrond's reserves.
I winced at her quivery voice, determined to tell her, when she was sober, that she should never sing.
"Tyrael, stop this. Get up." I pulled her from her chair, and sighed.
She no longer wore the lovely dress we made for her, it was in a crumpled heap on the floor, and she had changed into a bright blue servant's gown, which was shredded along the skirt.
"Can't Kalia. Ha ha, that sounds funny. Can't Kalia, can't Kalia, CAN'T KALIA!"
"Dina! What is the matter with you?" I hissed, and tried to smooth her hair down.
"I don't deserve him. I'm a dirty whore and I don't deserve him." Her lower lip trembled and I wavered. This was a new side of her.
"Tyrael, that is not true. You are witty, beautiful, and loyal." I smoothed her hair down to placate her.
"Nay, I am not loyal. I have betrayed him."
I frowned.
"How so?"
"I have lain with another Kalia. I took Rathborn to my bed. Well, we were outside but none the less." She took a hearty swig from a jug, which I snatched from her. I was right she had nicked the temple wine.
"Still that does not mean you don't deserve him. Furthermore, why do you care if he thinks ill of you? And he is not you husband." Yet, I thought.
She looked down at the floor guiltily, suddenly very interested in a droplet of wine that had fallen on the floor.
"It felt wrong Kalia. I ran into another man's arms, just because he rejected me. I was a fool." I gave her a silent look to go on.
"I found Haldir alone in his room, taking a bath. He was, pleasuring himself. And he thought of me. He said my name." Her lips quirked at my blush.
"I offered to join him, to lay with him, and he denied me. I ran from the room, embarrassed and angry, and I found Rathborn. It - it was not the first time, but it was the first time I felt so guilty and I know not why."
"Tyrael." I cast her a skeptical look. "You know why you feel so rotten?"
She shook her head and her lip began to tremble.
"You love him you dunce, and it hurts more to quarrel when you love someone."
How blind we can be, when in love.
"Then I must love him, for I feel as if my chest is being bound tighter than this morning."
"Oh honey." I pulled her into an embrace and hugged her, and she began to weep openly.
"And tonight, he tried to reconcile with me. And when he kissed me, I felt like I was dreaming and would surly wake up and be alone, or even worse in the arms of Rathborn. And then Rathborn pulled me from the kiss, from the very air I breathed it seemed, and he called me a whore." Her face crumpled as the tears flew down her cheeks.
I rocked her back and forth, my heart growing cold and angry towards that elf.
"Haldir could not have believed him Tyrael. He knows your heart, surely."
"Nay, he does not I saw the pain in his eyes. I have hurt him. And when Rathborn called me a whore he did not deny it, I saw the same sentiment in his eyes Kalia!"
"Nonsense. If he believed him, then why is Rathborn wearing half of Rivendell's lattice around his neck and up his arse hmm?" She sniffed, and allowed a soft laugh to erupt from her throat.
"Nay, Tyrael, he does not feel for you the way Rathborn feels for you, and you were foolish to run away."
"And he was foolish to behave so hastily. He embarrassed me."
"Hmm, not so enjoyable to be on the receiving end is it?"
She smirked and wiped her eyes.
"Aye, I have been taught a lesson."
"Good, now get up from this sorry heap you call a bed, and come back to the party."
"I can't-" Her eyes widened with fear.
"Stop hiding Tyrael. Stop letting the wine speak for you. Let him see you as you are. I mean it." With that, I rose from her bed, grasping the jug of wine firmly.
"Besides, I heard a rumor that the Prince will be announcing his bride tonight, and we wouldn't want to miss that."
Actually, I would have preferred to stay in the room with her and finish the wine, not that I thought of it.
"Aye, I will join you, I promise. I need to check on the kitchens first." She sighed, and ran a hand over her face.
"Great. Oh, and Tyrael?"
I held my hand out, and she guiltily lifted her skirt and surrendered her flask.
"Tyrael?"
She sighed, and dug between her breasts and offered a smaller flask.
"Ty!" I snapped, knowing she was holding out on me.
She let out a long sigh, and dug under her pillow for a large flask. I smiled at her.
"Diolla lle. I shall see you in a few." I replied, and shut the door behind her.
When I returned to the festivities, I found Haldir was missing, along with Legolas. I returned to my place with the children. I began to play a few more songs, and on the third song Legolas returned, much to the delight of Nessa, and every other single eligible elleth in the room. We paused for a break, and I turned to Miranda to ask what the commotion was about.
"Uncle had announced that cousin Legolas will be claiming a bride tonight. Now the elleths are going to try to convince him to choose her. But I think he has already made his decision." She chattered, and I followed her gaze towards Legolas, who was smiling at Nessa, and leaned down to kiss her hand before sweeping her into a lovely dance.
"Aye."
"Doesn't Nessa look lovely? She is oft at the palace in Greenwood. Mother says Legolas has known her since they were my age. That is an awfully long time!" She continued, and I idly tuned my violin again. It would seem someone had decided to play it while I was gone.
"But I think he fancies someone else. Uncle Thandy does too. Just the other day, he told Ada that he hoped Legolas hadn't fancied a baseborn, lest he would have to cast him away. Can you imagine that? A baseborn? How could that be?" She looked up to me, and any anger I might have had at her brash words faded when I saw the genuine innocence in her eyes.
Children only know what their parents teach them.
"I do not know young mistress. Now why don't you join your parent's hm? I am sure they miss you all. We shan't be playing again I think." And with a nod, she dashed over to the royal table.
By the time the dance ended, Tyrael appeared, walking suspiciously close to Haldir. Her cheeks were flushed, and her hair disheveled yet I had tidied her before I left.
One glance at Haldir's bemused glittering eyes, and I had my answer.
"Spare me the details." I grumbled, and she grinned cheekily.
"Never."
I sighed and cast her what I hoped was a reproachful glare. Secretly, I was pleased.
"And in the kitchens too? I shall grow my own food from now on."
She grinned and winked, and walked over to Haldir, who was talking to Legolas softly.
"Ladies and Gentlemen can I have your attention please."
I felt my stomach gurgle. It was too soon, the night couldn't be over.
"The time has come for my son to announce his bride. Long have my halls yearned for pitter-patter of my grandchildren's feet, and at length, my son has agreed to indulge me."
Polite laughter broke the nervous silence. So it was true then, the king was making him choose his bride.
"Legolas?"
He turned to his son, who pulled away from Haldir and Tyrael and walked over to his father.
"I have made my decision." He turned to face Nessa, and the crowd shifted excitedly.
They soon began to murmur and I turned away, unable to bear it any longer. I began to run away, allowing the crowd to swallow me.
I could not bear to hear this. I thought I could; yet I could not. His voice unclear in my head, I tore through the throng of bodies, pushing roughly to get by. I felt my control slipping, the grief pooling in my chest and tearing me apart. Could I die of a broken heart? It never even occurred to me, yet now, I was not so sure.
Still he continued his speech and onward I shoved, farther and farther away from the table, his voice became a pleasant murmur until I heard a startled gasp.
Snatched from my grief-stricken reverie I found people were stepping back from me, whispering unintelligible words of disapproval and staring.
What had I done?
I swiveled around to face the royal table, and took in their angry expressions and knew my error. I had offended the prince by leaving, and would be punished. Legolas glanced towards Nessa, then with an uneasy yet resigned face turned towards me. I took in his anxious face, and then biting my lip I looked into his clear eyes. It seemed to me, he looked not just anxious, but apologetic and the realization sent a chill down to my toes.
He must have chosen her then. I prepared myself for the worst, for I had not heard one word he had spoken.
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Hey, it's Andariel666 here! I'm truly sorry I haven't actually said anything thus far, I normally let Suzie do the replies since its her ID. Anyways, we have a new co-authored story running, again featuring the sexy Elves Haldir and Legolas, and it's under my ID, called You Can't Put Your Arms Around A Memory. Thanks for the great reviews, it's greatly appreciated! ~*~Andariel666~*~
Suzie speaking: Alrighty, a cliffy for ya. Oo-er (damn you Andariel!! Having me speak British! LOL), thanks to our beta's advice looks like our girl is up shit creek with a toothpick to paddle eh?? Well, while I'm groping Legolas, (since we are still borrowing Tolkein's toys) why don't you review hmm?? *Winks, then shrinks away from the crowd of irritated readers* Hey, don't blame me….blame the beta! She did it!! *Runs away to hide!*