A/N
Thanks to the three reviewers who reviewed my last chapter. To my loyal friends out there (reviewers) I give you the long awaited seventh chapter of..........
Falling in Love
Chapter 7
Music had started playing loudly. A smooth and joyful tune was played my some musicians on the field.
Outside on Pelannor Fields were many tables. Hundreds of small circular ones, and two larger tables, each seating seventeen or more. There were large torches burning brightly in their caskets illuminating the field brightly in the dark night.
Guests started to appear from the city of every kind.
There were the peasants who had tried, but failed to make themselves look presentable for the party. The short, the tall, the large and thin made there way onto the field.
The royal court was dressed splendidly. They took such great pride in their appearance. As they past the peasants, they turned up their noses.
And, finally, the grand table began to fill.
Eomer, Eowyn, Faramir and Haramir were the first to be seated by some well dressed servants. They sat where their place cards were and began to listen to the music.
Not long after came three Halflings, hobbits. They wore rich colours over their plain cream vests. They were chatting merrily as they seated themselves. Samwise took a place at Haramir's left side, Peregrin sat on Faramir's left and Meriadoc sat on Eowyn's right. Everyone seemed to be enjoying themselves.
Gimli the dwarf wandered in a few moments later, carrying his axe on his back. He was whistling along with music tunelessly.
Elladan and Elrohir, twin brothers of Arwen followed Gimli, taking seats next to each other. Both were dressed in gold tunics and looked very well groomed.
Around five minutes later, Legolas swept over. Dressed in a silver blue tunic, he sat next to Gimli. He folded his arms and sat gracefully listening to the music with great interest. What he didn't know was that someone was staring at him from a far off window, the same window that Ondine and Legolas met that morning.
"Mother, father!" said Ondine. "Everyone is there!"
"Okay," said Aragorn, "it's time to go!"
Back outside, the field was full. Every one of the smaller tables was crowded. The court table was full. The only seats left were those of Aragorn, Arwen, Eldarion, Danestar, Silvena and Ondine.
A hush fell over the guests as Aragorn's family arrived.
Aragorn was dressed in a long red tunic, a dark green cloak and on his head he wore his crown. In a sheath on his belt was his sword, Anduril.
Arwen wore a flowing gown of deep mauve. She had a silver circlet on her dark head.
Aragorn and Arwen sat at the very end of the grand table, while Eldarion, wearing a brown and green tunic, sat next to Elrohir.
Silvena sat on Haramir's right, dressed in a very pale pink gown. Her white blonde hair was tied up with a pink ribbon.
Danestar swept over to Legolas, ready to sit at the vacant seat on his left. She wore a deep blood red gown and a small violet scarf. Bu she was to be disappointed.
The name on the place card for that particular seat was 'Ondine'.
Danestar screwed up her fists in fury. How could this happen?
Ondine appeared behind her.
"Excuse me, Danestar," she said quite politely, "I believe I'm to sit there. You'll find your seat next to Gimli."
Danestar grunted, and reluctantly took her seat.
Legolas turned to look at the person sitting on his left.
Ondine looked spectacular. Legolas could not think of another at the party who looked more entrancing than her.
She turned her head to face the Elf beside her.
Legolas looked into Ondine's bright green eyes. He could see that inner beauty that no man had seen before shining through her.
Ondine gazed into Legolas' eyes. They were icy blue...cold, but yet filled with warmth.
They turned away from each other in time for the opening of the party.
"My lords, ladies, guests!" cried Aragorn into the night. "Welcome! Today, as we mark this memorable occasion, I ask you to dine with me, and drink my wine! Enjoy this night!"
The well-dressed servants appeared once again, carrying silver platters of food. They gave it to everyone, every single person at the celebration.
So much food filled the table.
There was fried fish, chicken legs, roast mutton, salted pork, potatoes, green beans and other luxurious foods. There was malt beer and red wine of the vine.
Gimli the dwarf dug in immediately, eating everything that his short, stubby arm reached. He tried to talk to Danestar with an extremely full mouth, which made her lean back as far as she could, as bits of potato flew out.
"Try some voast pork, my deeeeear," he said.
Danestar looked revolted.
"No, thank you, master dwarf," she said with a very strained smile.
Across on the other side of the table, Eldarion was choking on his wine.
"That's what you get for trying to play with Legolas' and Ondine's feelings," muttered Eldarion into his goblet, as he tried not to laugh.
Aragorn was enjoying himself immensely. He was laughing loudly to jokes from Elrohir and banging his goblet on the table.
"...and then he said 'that's no orc, that's my wife!'"
"Oh!! That's a good one Elrohir!" said Aragorn enthusiastically.
Over by Faramir, the hobbit Pippin began to sing merrily to the music.
"...with the brave and true...down at the Green Dragon!" he finished heartily.
Faramir clapped hard, and laughed louder than any other.
Haramir seemed to be trying to impress Silvena by reading some of his poetry.
"And with the night my love doth take, I see once more her shining face," Haramir ended.
Silvena was nearly in tears.
"Oh! Haramir! That was beautiful!" she said. "Have you ever thought about writing a book?"
"My poetry isn't good enough to waste the pages of a book," said Haramir modestly.
"Oh, come on!" laughed Silvena. "If you're not good at writing poetry then I'm not beautiful!"
"But you are beautiful!" said Haramir.
"That makes you good at poetry!" giggled Silvena.
"Oh, come on! Give up!" said Eomer to Merry.
The pair were having a small drinking contest. The first to drain a pint of beer would win. They had drawn on the last two rounds, so they decided on one to win the lot.
Eomer and Merry's goblets were filled, and they began.
Half way through Eomer's pint, Merry slammed down his goblet on the table.
"Ha!" Merry declared rather drunkenly. "I win!"
"I don't believe this!" said the King amusingly. "I've lost to a hobbit, someone half my size!"
"You better get used to it!" added Pippin. "You're up against me next!"
Thanks to the three reviewers who reviewed my last chapter. To my loyal friends out there (reviewers) I give you the long awaited seventh chapter of..........
Falling in Love
Chapter 7
Music had started playing loudly. A smooth and joyful tune was played my some musicians on the field.
Outside on Pelannor Fields were many tables. Hundreds of small circular ones, and two larger tables, each seating seventeen or more. There were large torches burning brightly in their caskets illuminating the field brightly in the dark night.
Guests started to appear from the city of every kind.
There were the peasants who had tried, but failed to make themselves look presentable for the party. The short, the tall, the large and thin made there way onto the field.
The royal court was dressed splendidly. They took such great pride in their appearance. As they past the peasants, they turned up their noses.
And, finally, the grand table began to fill.
Eomer, Eowyn, Faramir and Haramir were the first to be seated by some well dressed servants. They sat where their place cards were and began to listen to the music.
Not long after came three Halflings, hobbits. They wore rich colours over their plain cream vests. They were chatting merrily as they seated themselves. Samwise took a place at Haramir's left side, Peregrin sat on Faramir's left and Meriadoc sat on Eowyn's right. Everyone seemed to be enjoying themselves.
Gimli the dwarf wandered in a few moments later, carrying his axe on his back. He was whistling along with music tunelessly.
Elladan and Elrohir, twin brothers of Arwen followed Gimli, taking seats next to each other. Both were dressed in gold tunics and looked very well groomed.
Around five minutes later, Legolas swept over. Dressed in a silver blue tunic, he sat next to Gimli. He folded his arms and sat gracefully listening to the music with great interest. What he didn't know was that someone was staring at him from a far off window, the same window that Ondine and Legolas met that morning.
"Mother, father!" said Ondine. "Everyone is there!"
"Okay," said Aragorn, "it's time to go!"
Back outside, the field was full. Every one of the smaller tables was crowded. The court table was full. The only seats left were those of Aragorn, Arwen, Eldarion, Danestar, Silvena and Ondine.
A hush fell over the guests as Aragorn's family arrived.
Aragorn was dressed in a long red tunic, a dark green cloak and on his head he wore his crown. In a sheath on his belt was his sword, Anduril.
Arwen wore a flowing gown of deep mauve. She had a silver circlet on her dark head.
Aragorn and Arwen sat at the very end of the grand table, while Eldarion, wearing a brown and green tunic, sat next to Elrohir.
Silvena sat on Haramir's right, dressed in a very pale pink gown. Her white blonde hair was tied up with a pink ribbon.
Danestar swept over to Legolas, ready to sit at the vacant seat on his left. She wore a deep blood red gown and a small violet scarf. Bu she was to be disappointed.
The name on the place card for that particular seat was 'Ondine'.
Danestar screwed up her fists in fury. How could this happen?
Ondine appeared behind her.
"Excuse me, Danestar," she said quite politely, "I believe I'm to sit there. You'll find your seat next to Gimli."
Danestar grunted, and reluctantly took her seat.
Legolas turned to look at the person sitting on his left.
Ondine looked spectacular. Legolas could not think of another at the party who looked more entrancing than her.
She turned her head to face the Elf beside her.
Legolas looked into Ondine's bright green eyes. He could see that inner beauty that no man had seen before shining through her.
Ondine gazed into Legolas' eyes. They were icy blue...cold, but yet filled with warmth.
They turned away from each other in time for the opening of the party.
"My lords, ladies, guests!" cried Aragorn into the night. "Welcome! Today, as we mark this memorable occasion, I ask you to dine with me, and drink my wine! Enjoy this night!"
The well-dressed servants appeared once again, carrying silver platters of food. They gave it to everyone, every single person at the celebration.
So much food filled the table.
There was fried fish, chicken legs, roast mutton, salted pork, potatoes, green beans and other luxurious foods. There was malt beer and red wine of the vine.
Gimli the dwarf dug in immediately, eating everything that his short, stubby arm reached. He tried to talk to Danestar with an extremely full mouth, which made her lean back as far as she could, as bits of potato flew out.
"Try some voast pork, my deeeeear," he said.
Danestar looked revolted.
"No, thank you, master dwarf," she said with a very strained smile.
Across on the other side of the table, Eldarion was choking on his wine.
"That's what you get for trying to play with Legolas' and Ondine's feelings," muttered Eldarion into his goblet, as he tried not to laugh.
Aragorn was enjoying himself immensely. He was laughing loudly to jokes from Elrohir and banging his goblet on the table.
"...and then he said 'that's no orc, that's my wife!'"
"Oh!! That's a good one Elrohir!" said Aragorn enthusiastically.
Over by Faramir, the hobbit Pippin began to sing merrily to the music.
"...with the brave and true...down at the Green Dragon!" he finished heartily.
Faramir clapped hard, and laughed louder than any other.
Haramir seemed to be trying to impress Silvena by reading some of his poetry.
"And with the night my love doth take, I see once more her shining face," Haramir ended.
Silvena was nearly in tears.
"Oh! Haramir! That was beautiful!" she said. "Have you ever thought about writing a book?"
"My poetry isn't good enough to waste the pages of a book," said Haramir modestly.
"Oh, come on!" laughed Silvena. "If you're not good at writing poetry then I'm not beautiful!"
"But you are beautiful!" said Haramir.
"That makes you good at poetry!" giggled Silvena.
"Oh, come on! Give up!" said Eomer to Merry.
The pair were having a small drinking contest. The first to drain a pint of beer would win. They had drawn on the last two rounds, so they decided on one to win the lot.
Eomer and Merry's goblets were filled, and they began.
Half way through Eomer's pint, Merry slammed down his goblet on the table.
"Ha!" Merry declared rather drunkenly. "I win!"
"I don't believe this!" said the King amusingly. "I've lost to a hobbit, someone half my size!"
"You better get used to it!" added Pippin. "You're up against me next!"
