Short. I know. But it's crunch time her at university. I've got a lot of things due and my clinical exams coming up. Hopefully this won't disappoint.
Lady Deidra-I'm in Ontario!
Jupiter's Light-Hopefully it's good interesting J
Luckylily-Thanks Lil! I'm more upset that I lost my 22 reviews. I really liked them L. I have altered the story abit. Just a wee bit. I'm taking reviewers suggestions into account.
Jasmine-Thanks! I'm SO HAPPY!
Branwen- Oops. Sorry this one's small too. *ducks and covers*
elvinscarf –Short and sweet thanks!
Lindsey3-really? Are you sure? Glad you like her. I'm hoping she's not too Mary Sue. I hate Mary Sue. That b---- has more than Barbie!
sweetazzhoney-you appear to be a tough critic. I'm happy I have impressed you so far.
Haldir's Heart and Soul-welcome back! P.S. Where is the rest of Haldir? Jk. Could not resist.
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Awake before the others, Jeryn was sitting the wooden floor meticulously cleaning and polishing her armour in an attempt to make it appear as though she had not wandered through the forest for several days. They were to meet the lord and lady that day and she wished to make a respectable representation of the Mirkwood elves. Jeryn pulled out her loose ponytail and attempted to brush it down and straighter while glancing in the silver mirror on the wall. 'Perhaps I should have brought a gown' she thought quietly. About half an hour later, there came a knock on the door and Eöl entered. He stood dressed in his finest robes of an emerald green and appeared quite content.
"I would like for us all to be outside ready and waiting for our escorts. You and Lólindir will accompany us to the Lord and Lady's throne room but you will be expected to stand back as we conduct our business. It is not to be rude; it is just how it is done."
"As you wish. Let us take leave."
Outside Dίnendal and Lólindir were deep in conversation. Lólindir had cleaned his armour as well and Dίnendal stood wearing an elegant set of navy robes. The city was beginning to waken and groups of elves appeared in all directions going about their day. As light voices broke out into sweet song welcoming the day, the March warden and his brothers arrived.
"Vedui' il'er. We have come as promised and the lord and lady have been informed of your arrival and they extend their hand of friendship. You shall be brought before them immediately."
Haldir then turned away and proceeded to lead the assembly down the white path to the grandest tree in the city. They proceeded up its white ladder to the tune of a succession of horn blows. The sun sparkled across the branches that hung on either side of the ladder and the vines circling it bore leaves of green mixed with those of gold brilliance. The ladder passed many flets which held candles in silver lamps and were roofed by carefully carved glass. They reached a final platform with the hall of the Lord and Lady up ahead. Jeryn stood near the edge of the platform and admired the breathtaking view. She noticed a faint cloud of darkness across the area of Dol Guldur which seemed to be suppressed from entering the boundaries of Lorien by a cloud of light.
"It has been there as of late," Spoke a voice softly behind her.
Turing toward the voice she found herself a mere few inches from Haldir. He had followed her gaze and Rúmil and Orophin had insisted it would be a suitable opening to engage in conversation and urged him over to her. Slightly reluctant he had approached her. She gave a small nod and walked past him without a word. He gave a faint smile and walked up beside her.
"It can only been seen from high places," he said, his voice faintly lacking the confidence in which it spoke earlier. "We do not know the cause of it. Many believe the light is from the lady Galandriel."
Still nothing. Haldir bit his bottom lip and decided to try again. 'I feel foolish,' he thought miserably. "The array of colours here amongst the white trees are often recalled in many a song."
"Y..yes they look—"
"Jeryn! The lord and lady are waiting! You can have a word with him later," Eöl called out to her as he made to enter the hall. "It is discourteous to be unnecessarily late."
Jeryn gave a sigh and followed close behind Lólindir. She would not argue with him as like all elves he took his duties seriously. Haldir stood standing in place blinking twice as his brothers laughed softly in the background. "Well that did not go very well did it?" He commented looking back at them.
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"We are most honoured to have an audience with the lord," Eöl and Dίnendal both bowed lowly. "Lord Thranduil extends his many blessings to his beloved friends Celeborn and Galadriel."
The lord and lady rose from their seats under the bough and walked down hand in hand. Her lady in all her brilliance in a breathtaking robe of white which shone in the sun which poured through the windows. Her golden hair shone and twinkled in union with her crown. His lord a perfect match of his lady but with a shimmering head of silver which when harmoniously with his fair robes.
"We all always pleased to see our kindred from the north! Tell me, how is Thranduil?" Celeborn replied as Galadriel smiled at them.
The elder elves seated in the room watched intently as the Lord was handed the letter. As requested, Jeryn and Lólindir had stayed farther to the door of the green and gold hall. Rumil and Orophin stood with them while Haldir remained with Eöl and Dίnendal. There was rapid conversation back and forth which she could not hear from so far away. Prince Legolas entered the hall and greeted Jeryn, Lólindir, Rumil and Orophin with a nod and approached the Lord and his company. Jeryn's eyes were fixed on the lord and lady for it was the first time she had ever seen them. They radiated a warmth and beauty that she simply could not explain. 'They are magnificent,' she thought to herself. The lady shifted her gaze to her for a moment. She gave a small smile before averting her warm eyes back towards her love.
An elf dressed in white robes came beside Celeborn and began writing his letter of formal reply. Haldir retreated back and made his way toward the four near the entrance of the room. "Shall I say something to him on your behalf?" Lólindir whispered his lips forming a mischievous grim.
"Not unless you wish to die," she whispered back.
"Ha," he whispered back and gave a small laughed and shook his head.
"We are excused. His lord is certain he will be awhile as there is much to discuss between the parties. Lo there on their left are the messengers of Rivendell and they too have information to provide to save them the extra journey. Come my brothers we must return to the borders." He gave one quick sideways glance at her and walked off without looking back.
He had more important things to do than evaluate his feelings for an elleth. 'Besides,' he thought 'I am far too busy'. Rúmil seemed to interpret what he had been thinking and shook his head. "My brother you cannot hide in the forest forever…"
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Lólindir had insisted she should purchase a gown to help her feel more ladylike and perhaps draw the attention of a certain March Warden. This sounded ludicrous to her. Lorien was known for its exquisite garments and the thought of owning one nevertheless was tempting—though so was the purchase of a Galadrim bow and white arrows. Lólindir literally had to pull her by the arm into the shop as she muttered protests while turning a shade of pink.
She was feeling quite overwhelmed and Lólindir sniggered at everything she held up. She did own some gown back in Mirkwood but they had all been bought by her aunt. She did not wear them often since she was usually on duty. "You are not helping," she remarked giving him a look of loathing. "I am being most serious. Which do you prefer? It was your idea in the first place." She asked as she passed one gown and then another in front of herself. "I really have not the slightest idea on how to go about selecting one."
Lólindir walked toward the other corner of the shop and returned with a silky white garment. "How is this?"
"That—"she said while pointing "—is a night robe not a gown." She strained hard not to laugh.
"Yes but this would look quite nice and would most certainly draw notice!" He beamed and Jeryn rolled her eyes and gave him a push.
After much frustration and many a gown later she had narrowed her choice down to a velvet red gown. It had a false gold trimming and a pattern across the chest with long bell sleeves. The open neck stopped just above her chest. She stared into the mirror's reflection of herself in awe.
"This looks alright I suppose. But I feel as though I am missing some garments." She called from inside the change room.
"Let me see," Lólindir replied from behind the drape holding the rejected gowns in his arms.
"Ehh…you promise me you will not laugh?"
"Oh quit being so stubborn cousin and let me look!"
She held back the drape…
Lólindir dropped the contents of his arms with a small thud. Lólindir stood wide eyed and made a strange noise as if trying to say something. "It is wrong is it not?" She muttered gloomily. "I just knew it…why did I let you talk me into…"
"Lle naa vanima… Voro na henn lyá alasse!!!"
"You jest!" She replied looking dumbstruck at him, arms down at her sides.
He shook his head.
"Well if you promise to leave me be now…" She fumbled back behind the drape gathered her things and went to pay as Lólindir stood frozen in place.
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Lle naa vanima (You are beautiful)
Voro na henn lyá alasse (Ever is thy sight a joy)
