The Last Mission
Dinnertime was nearing, and I still had no idea how I would bring the hobbits to the secluded spot. I sat down on the bed and began to brainstorm furiously. While I was thinking, I failed to hear a knock on the door. The next thing I knew, I felt a strong hand on my shoulder.
I jumped and spun around to face the subject, and searched for my dagger. I found it lying on the windowsill. I cursed myself for letting my guard down. One I looked at the intruder, I noticed it was that Prince Legolas again. 'Why does he keep doing this?' I thought to myself.
"I didn't mean to frighten you, my lady." Legolas' voice was soft and quiet; it made me cringe. "Don't call me 'my lady'. I am certainly not your lady." I removed his hand from my shoulder, and stepped back. "Sorry. I don't know what else to call you." He said ever so sweetly.
I rolled my eyes and sighed. "If you want my name, just ask." I said rather bluntly. Legolas took a step closer to me, and I backed away. I didn't even realize I was pressed up against the wall. How did he back me into the wall? "Well then, what is your name?" He asked.
He waited for me to answer with a begging look. I finally gave in. "It's Maiavel." "Maiavel?" Legolas repeated, after he realized what my name meant. "It's most interesting. But a lovely name." I guess he was rather shocked that my name meant 'death sword.'
But maybe I shouldn't have told him my name. I congratulated myself for being an idiot. If he were as bright as I thought he was, he would figure out my secret, and totally destroy any chance I had at carrying out my duty. But for the time being, he showed no sign of caring, and extended out his arm.
"May I escort you to dinner, Maiavel?" I looked at him like he was making a fool of himself. Why do men always feel the need to escort me places? I can walk myself. I guess they can't see that. He was defiantly going to pay for this, somehow. Maybe death is a bit too harsh for being nice to me.
"Uh, sure." I finally answered. "Will you be wearing that tonight?" Legolas asked as he inspected my rather plain black dress. "If you didn't know, Lord Elrond's feasts are always fancy, I would recommend changing first." And with that, Legolas walked out of the door. Seconds later, two elf maidens came fluttering in and gave me the most horrific makeover of my life.
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In the dining hall, an extravagant feast was about to begin. Elves, men, hobbits, and even dwarves attended. Lord Elrond sat at the head of the table, with his daughter, Arwen and his sons, Elladan and Elrohir on either side of him. The hobbits sat at the far end of the table, with Bilbo being directly across from Elrond.
Every seat was filled, except one. Aragorn and Legolas sat next to the empty seat, waiting for Maiavel to take her place. Legolas had hoped that the maidens gave her something to wear besides black, and combed the tangles out of her hair. She was a beautiful elf; she just needed some fixing up. While Legolas was caught up in his thoughts, the maidens came walking through the corridor presenting the new Maiavel. Legolas' heart jumped to his throat at the sight, and Aragorn slid down in his seat.
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"Okay Maiavel, you're all ready for dinner!" One of the Maidens cheerily said to me. "Oh it's a wonderful change!" The other maiden said. I shoved aside the maidens, and made my way to the mirror. My reflection was terrifying. The most noticeable thing about me was my dress. It was hunter green, lined with gold trim, the sleeves were long, and the bottom of the dress dragged on the floor.
My hair was neat and slightly curled. It reminded me of the Prince's hair: perfect. My hair was halfway pulled up, with tiny ringlets of hair dangling in front of my face. I remembered what Legolas had worn earlier, and realized my outfit matched his. I think this was planned all along. He wanted it this way. I suddenly wasn't hungry anymore.
We made our way to the dining area after I stared wide-eyed at my new appearance. Legolas stood up at my introduction, and stared at me like I was some magnificent piece of work. I guess he was just dying to escort me to my chair that was less than twenty feet away. He extended his left arm out towards me, wanting me to accept. Reluctantly, I wrapped my right arm around his, and let him escort me to my seat. Just so he wouldn't look like a fool in front of everyone else.
He let go of my arm, and pulled out the chair for me. I looked at him with one eyebrow cocked, but thanked him after he pushed in my chair. Maybe this is just a hunch, but I think the Prince has a thing for me. This will be fun turning him down. After all, I'm not a princess. I'm an assassin.
After Legolas had resumed his seat, the feast began. Endless plates of food were everywhere, and wine and ale was scattered about the table. Arwen idly began to make conversation with me, asking me questions of my origin. I told everybody it was none of their business, again. Why do people want to know where I came from? Why would they care?
Dinner ended smoothly, and Elrond insisted that everybody followed him into another room for singing and drinking. Personally, I think I would have rather liked to die. I opened my mouth to decline, but the hobbits suddenly cheered and began following everyone to the room. I had to think fast. This was my chance for getting them alone.