Time: The Stairs…
A/N: Contrary to all sorts of bad and humorous things that could happen
with "the stairs" this is a fairly seirous chapter…
"Alright…are you ready?" Rachel asked, somewhat nervous. She and
Holly looked at eachother and nodded, being mirrors for the other. They
straightened their dresses and walked as slowly and confidently as they
could toward the stair case…
The men stood at the bottom of the stone steps anxiously. Aragorn, Gandalf, Gimli, and the hobbits left Legolas and Boromir to their own devices. Boromir, far more eager to show his impatience, shuffled around the entrance hall, straining his ears and muscles for the slightest movement on the floor above. Legolas, on the other hand, stood perfectly still, suspending his breath. The only person he could hear was Holly and that made him nervous as well.
Boromir gave Legolas a knowing glance and they smiled smally at eachother.
"This is quite worrisome, isn't it?" the man laughed. Legolas nodded and walked towards him a bit.
"Perhaps not worrisome, but more nerve-wracking."
"…Do you love her? Legolas?" Boromir asked from the blue. Legolas, knowing the question was coming, nodded solemnly. He inclined his head at Boromir.
"I love Holly with the love of the sun," he said passionately. Legolas smiled…he wished he could voice such poetry, but his heart was in such a clamp he was afraid that it wasn't possible.
"They come!" Legolas said, hearing heeled footsteps trod down the halls. Boromir and he looked excitedly at the stair case and their lips parted in shock as their ladies passed down them.
Holly was wearing a dress of plain white that glided generously down her figure. Silver trim graced her hips and chest while a short silver chain slithered along her collar bones. Boromir nearly drooled at the sight of her as she held the rail of the stair case and paused at the top step. Rachel stepped out beside her and held the opposite railing, almost as if they had planned it. (A/N: Which they had obviously done…)
Rachel wore a slender gown of black with golden trimming. A black choker constricted around her neck and the faintest feeling of the forest emanated from the cloth of her dress. Laced sleeves barely brushed the stairs as both ladies glided down to their escorts.
Legolas and Boromir, though neither thought they could move, stretched
out their hands and took their loves' hands. Walking down the hall towards
the feast, Rachel and Holly sent eachother knowing glances and smiled inwardly.
It must have worked…
A/N: yey! I'm getting osmewhere with this! XB