Chapter 2
I walk downstairs for dinner and find that Legolas is waiting for me. He smiles as if approving my attire. To be honest, I am quite fond of that dress. It is grayish-lavender velvet with ivory satin trimming the neckline and sleeves, and stitched into the fabric were small beads of pearl. Around my waist hung, a thin silver cord that knotted elegantly and then hung loosely from my hip ending in a tassel. My shoes, peeking out from under my skirt, matched my dress. My hair cascades down my back with a few portions falling over my shoulder. Silver leaves dangle from a thin strand of the same metal string that hangs down my hair, giving it an almost glowing look.
"I have something for you," he pulls out a necklace with an opal cut like a teardrop with one tiny diamond at the top on a fine silver chain.
"Oh it's beautiful Legolas," I say as he puts it around my neck.
"Elaviel," a voice calls from the top of the staircase. "Wait for me!" I turn to see my sister A'maela.
She rushes sown the staircase and is at my side admiring my new necklace and giving me a look when she notices Legolas standing patiently a few feet away. "Hello Legolas," she curtsies. She is wearing a sage green satin dress with ivory velvet trimming the neckline and sleeves. Her dress has no brocading though, for she has a nasty habit of removing and beads that do not suit her, as is evident from the jewelry she wears. Lovely beadwork from a servant's choice of dress gone wrong. It looks better now that A'maela has cut the beads from the dress and refashioned them in her own way. Her shoes are the same color as her dress with ivory leaves embroidered onto them.
"Shall we?" Legolas offers his arm to me.
I take it and the three of us walk side by side, though Legolas and I are supporting each other, to the dining hall.
As we enter, I see to my most chagrined horror that my other sister, Peniel, is present and hanging all over Aragorn who throws pleading looks of desperation around the room. Were Arwen present, I am sure that Peniel would be banned from the world of elves. However, Arwen is in Rivendell with her father.
I swear I can feel my face paling as I watch her walking towards me. A'maela must have noticed because she puts a comforting hand upon my shoulder. I fear for Legolas, yet pity him more. Now that I think about it, I feel sorry for every other male in the room. As Peniel draws ever nearer, I take a step in front of Legolas with A'maela at my side. She stops in front of A'maela and myself.
"Hello Elaviel, A'maela," she greets, though not once does she take her eyes off Legolas.
"Peniel," I respond with forced cordiality. I feel the anger growing inside me and again A'maela must have noticed for she politely excuses herself and walks past Peniel grabbing her arm dragging her away. I let out my anger and anxiety in one heavy sigh. Looking up at Legolas I see he also will have to thank A'maela for her kindness with the dragging away of the monster, my sister.
"Elaviel," a voice calls. I know that voice. It belongs to Thothirion. I see through the crowd, my betrothed making his way towards me and behind him making her way towards Legolas is his betrothed, Arwellina. Quickly Legolas and I put a respectable distance between each other.
I walk downstairs for dinner and find that Legolas is waiting for me. He smiles as if approving my attire. To be honest, I am quite fond of that dress. It is grayish-lavender velvet with ivory satin trimming the neckline and sleeves, and stitched into the fabric were small beads of pearl. Around my waist hung, a thin silver cord that knotted elegantly and then hung loosely from my hip ending in a tassel. My shoes, peeking out from under my skirt, matched my dress. My hair cascades down my back with a few portions falling over my shoulder. Silver leaves dangle from a thin strand of the same metal string that hangs down my hair, giving it an almost glowing look.
"I have something for you," he pulls out a necklace with an opal cut like a teardrop with one tiny diamond at the top on a fine silver chain.
"Oh it's beautiful Legolas," I say as he puts it around my neck.
"Elaviel," a voice calls from the top of the staircase. "Wait for me!" I turn to see my sister A'maela.
She rushes sown the staircase and is at my side admiring my new necklace and giving me a look when she notices Legolas standing patiently a few feet away. "Hello Legolas," she curtsies. She is wearing a sage green satin dress with ivory velvet trimming the neckline and sleeves. Her dress has no brocading though, for she has a nasty habit of removing and beads that do not suit her, as is evident from the jewelry she wears. Lovely beadwork from a servant's choice of dress gone wrong. It looks better now that A'maela has cut the beads from the dress and refashioned them in her own way. Her shoes are the same color as her dress with ivory leaves embroidered onto them.
"Shall we?" Legolas offers his arm to me.
I take it and the three of us walk side by side, though Legolas and I are supporting each other, to the dining hall.
As we enter, I see to my most chagrined horror that my other sister, Peniel, is present and hanging all over Aragorn who throws pleading looks of desperation around the room. Were Arwen present, I am sure that Peniel would be banned from the world of elves. However, Arwen is in Rivendell with her father.
I swear I can feel my face paling as I watch her walking towards me. A'maela must have noticed because she puts a comforting hand upon my shoulder. I fear for Legolas, yet pity him more. Now that I think about it, I feel sorry for every other male in the room. As Peniel draws ever nearer, I take a step in front of Legolas with A'maela at my side. She stops in front of A'maela and myself.
"Hello Elaviel, A'maela," she greets, though not once does she take her eyes off Legolas.
"Peniel," I respond with forced cordiality. I feel the anger growing inside me and again A'maela must have noticed for she politely excuses herself and walks past Peniel grabbing her arm dragging her away. I let out my anger and anxiety in one heavy sigh. Looking up at Legolas I see he also will have to thank A'maela for her kindness with the dragging away of the monster, my sister.
"Elaviel," a voice calls. I know that voice. It belongs to Thothirion. I see through the crowd, my betrothed making his way towards me and behind him making her way towards Legolas is his betrothed, Arwellina. Quickly Legolas and I put a respectable distance between each other.