Falling in Love
By Elle Greenleaf
A/N Hi again. Thank you so much once again to the people I love most, my reviewers! You have been so ultra special to me! Thanks again! Here it is! The next chapter! Read on!
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Chapter 6
Danestar was immensely pleased. She was going to have that gorgeous Elf prince right under her thumb.
'Once I get bored of him,' she thought, 'I'll dump him on the trash heap outside the palace. But I doubt I'll ever get bored.'
She smiled mischievously. Her mother and father never knew she had an evil side. Oh! This was going to be so much fun!
'But what happens if Ondine gets to him first? I'll just have to turn Legolas against her!'
She walked back to her quarters.
Silvena wasn't there. She was no doubt fawning over Haramir.
Danestar picked up her comb and began tidying her hair.
'Now,' she thought. 'What could I tell Legolas? That Ondine is a nasty liar and a thief? Oh no! I can do so much better than that! How about; she kills horses for fun! Oh! I can't choose!'
"Danestar?"
Silvena walked into their room.
"Where have you been?" asked Danestar.
"I went for a walk with Haramir," answered Silvena. "The decorations for later are spectacular, you know."
"Don't change the subject!" snapped Danestar. "You seem to be spending far too much time with a man you barely know!"
"You seem to be spending too much time plotting how to ensnare that Elf!" said Silvena coldly.
Danestar blinked. She always tried to deny something once she'd been caught.
"What do you mean?"
"I heard you in your sleep," said Silvena. "You were muttering how much you would hate it if Legolas picked Ondine over you."
So Silvena wasn't lying.
"How dare you!" shrieked Danestar. "Ondine is my sister! I care about her!"
"Remember that argument you had last night! You weren't so caring then!"
"I don't have to put up with this!" said Danestar. She threw her comb on her dressing table and left the room, shutting the door with such great force.
"I really can't believe her," said Silvena.
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"You! Go and fetch the wine! You, there! Clean the tables! And you! Pick up the napkins from the kitchens!"
Aragorn was frantic. He really wanted his celebration to be a success. If there was anything out of order, it had to be fixed.
"Father," said Eldarion soothingly, "calm down. There are ages until tonight. It's not yet midday!"
"Oh my son! I just want everything to go according to plan!" Aragorn said.
"Don't worry," said Eldarion. "What's left to organise?"
"The seating arrangements," grunted Aragorn.
"Well then, I'll start on those," said Eldarion. "Leave it to me, father."
"I know I can always count on you, Eldarion," praised Aragorn. "You are like your mother and grand-father in so many ways."
"I would have liked to meet my grand-father and grand-mother," said Eldarion.
"You will someday, Eldarion," whispered Aragorn as Eldarion walked away.
Eldarion broke into a run and headed back through Minas Tirith. Once back inside his bed chamber, he found a piece of parchment, a quill and some ink.
"Right," he said to himself. "Who should sit where?"
Eldarion ran through the guest list:
King Eomer, Lord Faramir, Lady Eowyn, Haramir, Legolas, Gimli, and some hobbits; Samwise Gamgee, Peregrin Took and Meriadoc Brandybuck, his Uncle Elladan and Uncle Elrohir On top of that were himself, his mother and father and three sisters. There were fifteen in all for the top table, with the people of Minas Tirith dining at smaller separate tables. The royal court would sit at the back.
"This should be fun," said Eldarion to himself as he smirked.
Eldarion spent the afternoon writing place cards for the important guests.
When he finished, he took them outside to the location of the party; outside on Pelannor Fields.
"Right," said Eldarion quietly, "you can go here...and you can go there...and you can go next to Faramir...you can sit with Gimli, he he... and you can go with my favourite sister Ondine!"
He finished with the place cards and took a seat.
The evening was nearly upon them. The party would soon be beginning.
Dusk was creeping up from behind the mountains. The sky became pink and orange.
It was time.
Eldarion left his seat and went back inside Minas Tirith to get changed.
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Ondine was almost ready.
She had bathed and washed her red hair. She allowed it to dry naturally, and it looked wonderful.
She combed it thoroughly and tied a small bit of it back, leaving the rest to fall down fall over her shoulders.
She placed a small silver crown on her head and entwined silver ribbons in her hair.
She put on the most beautiful sky blue gown. It had long flowing sleeves and it fell past her feet. It had silver embroidery round her waist.
Her shoes were also blue. Small leather boots which tied with turquoise lace.
Ondine took up a silver and diamond necklace from her bedside table and tied it round her slender neck.
Now, Ondine felt that she was ready to face anything the evening threw at her...even Legolas.
"I'm coming for you, Legolas," she said to herself as she left the room.
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PS Hello again. Thank you for reading my trashy story as always. Now, can you click on that little button in the bottom left hand corner and tell me what you think? Elle Greenleaf
By Elle Greenleaf
A/N Hi again. Thank you so much once again to the people I love most, my reviewers! You have been so ultra special to me! Thanks again! Here it is! The next chapter! Read on!
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Chapter 6
Danestar was immensely pleased. She was going to have that gorgeous Elf prince right under her thumb.
'Once I get bored of him,' she thought, 'I'll dump him on the trash heap outside the palace. But I doubt I'll ever get bored.'
She smiled mischievously. Her mother and father never knew she had an evil side. Oh! This was going to be so much fun!
'But what happens if Ondine gets to him first? I'll just have to turn Legolas against her!'
She walked back to her quarters.
Silvena wasn't there. She was no doubt fawning over Haramir.
Danestar picked up her comb and began tidying her hair.
'Now,' she thought. 'What could I tell Legolas? That Ondine is a nasty liar and a thief? Oh no! I can do so much better than that! How about; she kills horses for fun! Oh! I can't choose!'
"Danestar?"
Silvena walked into their room.
"Where have you been?" asked Danestar.
"I went for a walk with Haramir," answered Silvena. "The decorations for later are spectacular, you know."
"Don't change the subject!" snapped Danestar. "You seem to be spending far too much time with a man you barely know!"
"You seem to be spending too much time plotting how to ensnare that Elf!" said Silvena coldly.
Danestar blinked. She always tried to deny something once she'd been caught.
"What do you mean?"
"I heard you in your sleep," said Silvena. "You were muttering how much you would hate it if Legolas picked Ondine over you."
So Silvena wasn't lying.
"How dare you!" shrieked Danestar. "Ondine is my sister! I care about her!"
"Remember that argument you had last night! You weren't so caring then!"
"I don't have to put up with this!" said Danestar. She threw her comb on her dressing table and left the room, shutting the door with such great force.
"I really can't believe her," said Silvena.
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"You! Go and fetch the wine! You, there! Clean the tables! And you! Pick up the napkins from the kitchens!"
Aragorn was frantic. He really wanted his celebration to be a success. If there was anything out of order, it had to be fixed.
"Father," said Eldarion soothingly, "calm down. There are ages until tonight. It's not yet midday!"
"Oh my son! I just want everything to go according to plan!" Aragorn said.
"Don't worry," said Eldarion. "What's left to organise?"
"The seating arrangements," grunted Aragorn.
"Well then, I'll start on those," said Eldarion. "Leave it to me, father."
"I know I can always count on you, Eldarion," praised Aragorn. "You are like your mother and grand-father in so many ways."
"I would have liked to meet my grand-father and grand-mother," said Eldarion.
"You will someday, Eldarion," whispered Aragorn as Eldarion walked away.
Eldarion broke into a run and headed back through Minas Tirith. Once back inside his bed chamber, he found a piece of parchment, a quill and some ink.
"Right," he said to himself. "Who should sit where?"
Eldarion ran through the guest list:
King Eomer, Lord Faramir, Lady Eowyn, Haramir, Legolas, Gimli, and some hobbits; Samwise Gamgee, Peregrin Took and Meriadoc Brandybuck, his Uncle Elladan and Uncle Elrohir On top of that were himself, his mother and father and three sisters. There were fifteen in all for the top table, with the people of Minas Tirith dining at smaller separate tables. The royal court would sit at the back.
"This should be fun," said Eldarion to himself as he smirked.
Eldarion spent the afternoon writing place cards for the important guests.
When he finished, he took them outside to the location of the party; outside on Pelannor Fields.
"Right," said Eldarion quietly, "you can go here...and you can go there...and you can go next to Faramir...you can sit with Gimli, he he... and you can go with my favourite sister Ondine!"
He finished with the place cards and took a seat.
The evening was nearly upon them. The party would soon be beginning.
Dusk was creeping up from behind the mountains. The sky became pink and orange.
It was time.
Eldarion left his seat and went back inside Minas Tirith to get changed.
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Ondine was almost ready.
She had bathed and washed her red hair. She allowed it to dry naturally, and it looked wonderful.
She combed it thoroughly and tied a small bit of it back, leaving the rest to fall down fall over her shoulders.
She placed a small silver crown on her head and entwined silver ribbons in her hair.
She put on the most beautiful sky blue gown. It had long flowing sleeves and it fell past her feet. It had silver embroidery round her waist.
Her shoes were also blue. Small leather boots which tied with turquoise lace.
Ondine took up a silver and diamond necklace from her bedside table and tied it round her slender neck.
Now, Ondine felt that she was ready to face anything the evening threw at her...even Legolas.
"I'm coming for you, Legolas," she said to herself as she left the room.
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PS Hello again. Thank you for reading my trashy story as always. Now, can you click on that little button in the bottom left hand corner and tell me what you think? Elle Greenleaf
