A/N I just tried out for the play, and my acting was very good, my singing-
quite good, dancing- erm.... *grins sheepishly*I sorta messed up the
"cotton blankets, 'stead of wool," part (by the way, the play is Annie. A
musical....erg! ), 'Cause I flopped too soon, but I have a sneaking
suspicion that I got in. Liz, I hate you, I know and you know that you are
GOING to get a lead, so quit complaining! Take pity on the early-floppers
like meeeeeee! By the way again, I'm trying out for the part of July, the
QUIETEST orphan. Everyone be wishing me luck next Tuesday!!!!! Er.... I
mean tomorrow (tomorrow, I love ya, tomorrow....)!
....And Valiane was shaking me awake in my chamber in Rivendell.
"Come on, come on! You'll be late! I let you sleep for too long!"
"Valiane Goldriver!" I blurted out.
"Why yes," she said, looking taken aback. "That is my name. You've changed, my darling," she continued, raising a hand to touch my pale cheek. "Used to be that you would call me Vali. But then, you are growing older." Becoming brisk again, she said, "Hurry! We're late!"
She pushed a royal purple dress with a gauzy gold overlay into my arms.
"Go on! I'll get the jewelry whilst you dress. Quickly!"
I did dress quickly, seeing if I could find any more repressed memories long buried. I did find one, actually, of Valiane. She had been my nurse since I had been born. Her hair used to be as gold as mine was, but over the centuries had darkened to silver. It was she who had persuaded Lord Elrond to arrange the marriage between Legolas and myself.
As if in answer to my thoughts, she reappeared, carrying a heavy gold necklace strung with a polished amethyst the size of a pigeon egg. She tied it around my neck, and I was amazed at the weight of it. I might as well be carrying a millstone! My hair was worn in loose coils down my back.
"Come on! Quickly!"
The banquet and ball was held in a hall leading out to a courtyard looking over a stream. Dusk was approaching as we walked toward the crowd of Elves gathered. Some were sitting at long golden-colored wood tables, and some were standing in groups gossiping. By far the most impressive were three figures seated at the center dais. They were quite obviously the prince, his father, and Lord Elrond. I could see two unoccupied seats at one end. Valiane made for those.
She took the one at the very end of the table, and motioned for me to take the one next to her. The one next to the prince, coincidentally.
I gulped and sat down. Legolas paid absolutely no attention whatsoever. Instead, he continued his conversation with a dark haired, blue-eyed elf on his other side. I guessed that he was Legolas's best friend. Most of the banquet passed uneventfully, with the occasional bumping of elbows between me and my future husband (he was left handed, I was right. Boy, this makes for a fun marriage.).
That is, until after the third course.
Everyone had finished their meal, and a few couples were dancing to the sound of violins in the wide space on the terrace.
I too had finished my food, and was lazily gazing at the dancing couples when I felt a sharp poke on my left arm. It was Valiane, gesturing furiously at a "someone" (a/n gee, I wonder who?) behind me.
That "someone" just happened to be His Royal Highness, the Prince of Mirkwood.
".......Dance?" he said.
"What? Could you repeat that?" I said distractedly.
"May I have this dance?" he repeated with a long sigh.
"Er... I mean.....of course." I replied, throwing a triumphant glance at Valiane. She smiled pacifically, and I felt myself being led away.
Ti tell you the truth, I was very, very, VERY glad that dance lessons were one of the few memories that Aurora had decided to transfer to me. Yes, I was still quite bad, but I could have been MUCH worse.
"Well aren't we graceful?" the prince said with a sneer as I twisted my ankle for the thousandth time.
"Shut up, you misogynistic imbecile," I said through gritted teeth. "Women are not meant to wear these ridiculous shoes."
"I'll bet you couldn't beat me at archery, even without those shoes." Another sneer. I fought a mad desire to laugh. I've been the archery expert practically since I was born.
"You think you can beat me, pretty boy?" I said incredously.
"I do believe that I can, MILADY."
"Practice courts. Midnight." I replied with a complacent grin as the song ended.
A/N I love this chapter! Yayayayayayayayay! Even reading this myself, Legolas cracks me up. He's so funny, and he takes himself so seriously! Also, I can't seem to do italics on this computer.....or fanfiction.net just won't pick them up....but whatever. Anyway, when things should be italicized they're capitalized.
....And Valiane was shaking me awake in my chamber in Rivendell.
"Come on, come on! You'll be late! I let you sleep for too long!"
"Valiane Goldriver!" I blurted out.
"Why yes," she said, looking taken aback. "That is my name. You've changed, my darling," she continued, raising a hand to touch my pale cheek. "Used to be that you would call me Vali. But then, you are growing older." Becoming brisk again, she said, "Hurry! We're late!"
She pushed a royal purple dress with a gauzy gold overlay into my arms.
"Go on! I'll get the jewelry whilst you dress. Quickly!"
I did dress quickly, seeing if I could find any more repressed memories long buried. I did find one, actually, of Valiane. She had been my nurse since I had been born. Her hair used to be as gold as mine was, but over the centuries had darkened to silver. It was she who had persuaded Lord Elrond to arrange the marriage between Legolas and myself.
As if in answer to my thoughts, she reappeared, carrying a heavy gold necklace strung with a polished amethyst the size of a pigeon egg. She tied it around my neck, and I was amazed at the weight of it. I might as well be carrying a millstone! My hair was worn in loose coils down my back.
"Come on! Quickly!"
The banquet and ball was held in a hall leading out to a courtyard looking over a stream. Dusk was approaching as we walked toward the crowd of Elves gathered. Some were sitting at long golden-colored wood tables, and some were standing in groups gossiping. By far the most impressive were three figures seated at the center dais. They were quite obviously the prince, his father, and Lord Elrond. I could see two unoccupied seats at one end. Valiane made for those.
She took the one at the very end of the table, and motioned for me to take the one next to her. The one next to the prince, coincidentally.
I gulped and sat down. Legolas paid absolutely no attention whatsoever. Instead, he continued his conversation with a dark haired, blue-eyed elf on his other side. I guessed that he was Legolas's best friend. Most of the banquet passed uneventfully, with the occasional bumping of elbows between me and my future husband (he was left handed, I was right. Boy, this makes for a fun marriage.).
That is, until after the third course.
Everyone had finished their meal, and a few couples were dancing to the sound of violins in the wide space on the terrace.
I too had finished my food, and was lazily gazing at the dancing couples when I felt a sharp poke on my left arm. It was Valiane, gesturing furiously at a "someone" (a/n gee, I wonder who?) behind me.
That "someone" just happened to be His Royal Highness, the Prince of Mirkwood.
".......Dance?" he said.
"What? Could you repeat that?" I said distractedly.
"May I have this dance?" he repeated with a long sigh.
"Er... I mean.....of course." I replied, throwing a triumphant glance at Valiane. She smiled pacifically, and I felt myself being led away.
Ti tell you the truth, I was very, very, VERY glad that dance lessons were one of the few memories that Aurora had decided to transfer to me. Yes, I was still quite bad, but I could have been MUCH worse.
"Well aren't we graceful?" the prince said with a sneer as I twisted my ankle for the thousandth time.
"Shut up, you misogynistic imbecile," I said through gritted teeth. "Women are not meant to wear these ridiculous shoes."
"I'll bet you couldn't beat me at archery, even without those shoes." Another sneer. I fought a mad desire to laugh. I've been the archery expert practically since I was born.
"You think you can beat me, pretty boy?" I said incredously.
"I do believe that I can, MILADY."
"Practice courts. Midnight." I replied with a complacent grin as the song ended.
A/N I love this chapter! Yayayayayayayayay! Even reading this myself, Legolas cracks me up. He's so funny, and he takes himself so seriously! Also, I can't seem to do italics on this computer.....or fanfiction.net just won't pick them up....but whatever. Anyway, when things should be italicized they're capitalized.