A/N
Hi again. Thought I'd update because I happen to be very bored. Enjoy folks!
Falling in Love
Chapter 8
The Party, Part II
The mouth-watering meals had disappeared. It had all been eaten. Instead, the plates were filled with desserts. There were cakes and puddings and tarts and also an odd looking lumpy thing, which many presumed was rice pudding. To Legolas' great delight, there was a small platter of the Elvish whey bread, lembas.
Gimli, along with Merry and Pippin, helped themselves to a bit of everything, not wanting to miss anything out.
Haramir gave Silvena a small piece of a tasty looking sponge cake with a cherry on top.
"Go on, share it with me?" asked Haramir sweetly.
Silvena pouted.
"Oh alright then!" she said. "You are very persuasive!"
"You have no idea..." said Haramir under his breath as he chuckled.
Meanwhile, the last hobbit, Sam, was examining the rice pudding.
"Are you sure it's safe to eat?" he yelled to Merry.
Merry, whose mouth was full of different things, couldn't answer, so he nudged Pippin to speak for him.
"It's perfectly alright Sam!" he bellowed through his mead.
Sam reluctantly took a small spoonful of the lumpy grey substance while holding his nose. The moment he tasted it he sighed with relief. It wasn't as bad as he's thought!
The music was getting softer, and the night was growing darker.
Once the puddings had been demolished, Aragorn stood up.
"It's time to dance, my friends!" he said as the music became very lively. He offered his hand to Arwen, and they began to dance on a large patch of grass in between the circular tables and their table.
Following Aragorn's lead, many other men rose from their seats.
"Lle merna salk?" said Legolas to Ondine. Ondine blinked.
"Pardon?" she said, confused.
Legolas smiled warmly. "Do you want to dance?"
Ondine sighed and then chuckled.
"Yes, please!"
Legolas took Ondine's hand, and placed his arm round her waist as they began to sway gently to the music.
Back at the table, Danestar was staring at the couple in envy. Why couldn't it be her dancing with the Elf? Again, she screwed up her fists in fury and she narrowed her eyes.
"Silvena," began Haramir, "would you pleasure me by dancing?"
"Oh, you are a charmer!" Silvena giggled as she stood up and brushed the creases out of her pale pink dress.
While they were dancing, Aragorn and Arwen were talking about Legolas.
"It seems another has caught Legolas' eye," said Aragorn quietly.
"Yes," said Arwen. "Danestar won't be too pleased, though. She had her mind set on him."
"You know, Arwen, amin dele ten'he," said Aragorn uncertainly.
"Amin weera yassen lle," said Arwen. "She seems a little distant lately...a little lonely."
"Lle naa vanima, mela en'coiamin," said Aragorn as he planted a kiss on his wife's cheek.
"Amin mela lle," said Arwen softly.
"Vanimle sila tiri," said Legolas into Ondine's ear.
"Stop speaking Elvish!" she said playfully. "I have no idea what you are saying!"
"Your beauty shines bright," said Legolas as he twirled her.
Ondine blushed bright red.
"You will have to teach me some of your native language!" said Ondine.
"Let's start with the basics then," said Legolas, "Mani naa essa en lle?"
"I don't know!"
"What?" exclaimed Legolas. "Do you not know your own name?"
"Of course I do! I just don't understand Elvish!" she said with a very cute smile.
"Well you're not going to learn it in one night," said Legolas. "Ask your father for a tutor to teach you."
"Would you be my tutor?" said Ondine slowly.
Legolas looked as if his birthday had come early.
"Why, if your father agreed, then yes," he replied.
"Oh thank you Legolas!" said Ondine as she wrapped her arms round him. She suddenly realised how close she was to him.
"I could get used to this," said Legolas, and he gave Ondine a tiny kiss on her cheek.
"Excuse me," said a cold voice from behind them, "may I cut in?"
It was Danestar.
"Yes, why not," said Legolas. He bowed to Ondine, who went back to her seat, then took Danestar's hand.
"May I say," began Danestar as they danced, "that you look extremely handsome tonight, my lord."
"Thank you, my lady."
Ondine was watching them. It was now her turn to feel jealous.
"Ondine," said Eldarion, "come and dance with me." Ondine accepted her brother's request and stood up.
"What's the matter, Ondine?" he said.
Ondine kept her silence.
"Let me guess, Danestar?"
"How did you know?"
"It's obvious," Eldarion replied. "She's being the scheming and deceiving person I always saw her for."
"You're on my side then?" said Ondine, sounding surprised.
"Of course I am," said Eldarion. "You are the innocent one here."
That may be so, but Danestar never would never let go of anything she wanted.
"Legolas was going to teach me some Elvish," said Ondine as she sighed.
"Really?" said Eldarion. "You really like him, don't you?"
"Of course I do!" said Ondine. "I wouldn't be so upset over him otherwise!"
"Listen," said Eldarion quietly. "Stay out of Danestar's way, or she may do something she'll regret."
"She really needs an attitude adjustment," said Ondine coldly.
"She'll get her comeuppance, Ondine, don't worry," said Eldarion as the song finished. He bowed and he led her back to her seat, before going back to his own.
Danestar was laughing. For some reason, Ondine seemed to be the only one who could see through the pretty face and into her soul. Danestar's soul was not pretty. She seemed to be able to deceive anyone.
'Legolas...' thought Ondine, 'don't fall for it. She's just playing. Please...just leave her...'
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Phew! Another chapter done! Now...for all you confused readers...
Amin dele ten'he I worry about her
Amin weera yassen lle I agree with you
Lle naa vanima, mela en'coiamin You are beautiful, love of my life
Amin mela lle I love you
Vanimle sila tiri Your beauty shines bright
Mani naa essa en lle What is your name
Thanks for reading! That's all for now folks!
But if you want to do me an extra favour... click that tiny little button in the bottom left hand corner!!! (
Hi again. Thought I'd update because I happen to be very bored. Enjoy folks!
Falling in Love
Chapter 8
The Party, Part II
The mouth-watering meals had disappeared. It had all been eaten. Instead, the plates were filled with desserts. There were cakes and puddings and tarts and also an odd looking lumpy thing, which many presumed was rice pudding. To Legolas' great delight, there was a small platter of the Elvish whey bread, lembas.
Gimli, along with Merry and Pippin, helped themselves to a bit of everything, not wanting to miss anything out.
Haramir gave Silvena a small piece of a tasty looking sponge cake with a cherry on top.
"Go on, share it with me?" asked Haramir sweetly.
Silvena pouted.
"Oh alright then!" she said. "You are very persuasive!"
"You have no idea..." said Haramir under his breath as he chuckled.
Meanwhile, the last hobbit, Sam, was examining the rice pudding.
"Are you sure it's safe to eat?" he yelled to Merry.
Merry, whose mouth was full of different things, couldn't answer, so he nudged Pippin to speak for him.
"It's perfectly alright Sam!" he bellowed through his mead.
Sam reluctantly took a small spoonful of the lumpy grey substance while holding his nose. The moment he tasted it he sighed with relief. It wasn't as bad as he's thought!
The music was getting softer, and the night was growing darker.
Once the puddings had been demolished, Aragorn stood up.
"It's time to dance, my friends!" he said as the music became very lively. He offered his hand to Arwen, and they began to dance on a large patch of grass in between the circular tables and their table.
Following Aragorn's lead, many other men rose from their seats.
"Lle merna salk?" said Legolas to Ondine. Ondine blinked.
"Pardon?" she said, confused.
Legolas smiled warmly. "Do you want to dance?"
Ondine sighed and then chuckled.
"Yes, please!"
Legolas took Ondine's hand, and placed his arm round her waist as they began to sway gently to the music.
Back at the table, Danestar was staring at the couple in envy. Why couldn't it be her dancing with the Elf? Again, she screwed up her fists in fury and she narrowed her eyes.
"Silvena," began Haramir, "would you pleasure me by dancing?"
"Oh, you are a charmer!" Silvena giggled as she stood up and brushed the creases out of her pale pink dress.
While they were dancing, Aragorn and Arwen were talking about Legolas.
"It seems another has caught Legolas' eye," said Aragorn quietly.
"Yes," said Arwen. "Danestar won't be too pleased, though. She had her mind set on him."
"You know, Arwen, amin dele ten'he," said Aragorn uncertainly.
"Amin weera yassen lle," said Arwen. "She seems a little distant lately...a little lonely."
"Lle naa vanima, mela en'coiamin," said Aragorn as he planted a kiss on his wife's cheek.
"Amin mela lle," said Arwen softly.
"Vanimle sila tiri," said Legolas into Ondine's ear.
"Stop speaking Elvish!" she said playfully. "I have no idea what you are saying!"
"Your beauty shines bright," said Legolas as he twirled her.
Ondine blushed bright red.
"You will have to teach me some of your native language!" said Ondine.
"Let's start with the basics then," said Legolas, "Mani naa essa en lle?"
"I don't know!"
"What?" exclaimed Legolas. "Do you not know your own name?"
"Of course I do! I just don't understand Elvish!" she said with a very cute smile.
"Well you're not going to learn it in one night," said Legolas. "Ask your father for a tutor to teach you."
"Would you be my tutor?" said Ondine slowly.
Legolas looked as if his birthday had come early.
"Why, if your father agreed, then yes," he replied.
"Oh thank you Legolas!" said Ondine as she wrapped her arms round him. She suddenly realised how close she was to him.
"I could get used to this," said Legolas, and he gave Ondine a tiny kiss on her cheek.
"Excuse me," said a cold voice from behind them, "may I cut in?"
It was Danestar.
"Yes, why not," said Legolas. He bowed to Ondine, who went back to her seat, then took Danestar's hand.
"May I say," began Danestar as they danced, "that you look extremely handsome tonight, my lord."
"Thank you, my lady."
Ondine was watching them. It was now her turn to feel jealous.
"Ondine," said Eldarion, "come and dance with me." Ondine accepted her brother's request and stood up.
"What's the matter, Ondine?" he said.
Ondine kept her silence.
"Let me guess, Danestar?"
"How did you know?"
"It's obvious," Eldarion replied. "She's being the scheming and deceiving person I always saw her for."
"You're on my side then?" said Ondine, sounding surprised.
"Of course I am," said Eldarion. "You are the innocent one here."
That may be so, but Danestar never would never let go of anything she wanted.
"Legolas was going to teach me some Elvish," said Ondine as she sighed.
"Really?" said Eldarion. "You really like him, don't you?"
"Of course I do!" said Ondine. "I wouldn't be so upset over him otherwise!"
"Listen," said Eldarion quietly. "Stay out of Danestar's way, or she may do something she'll regret."
"She really needs an attitude adjustment," said Ondine coldly.
"She'll get her comeuppance, Ondine, don't worry," said Eldarion as the song finished. He bowed and he led her back to her seat, before going back to his own.
Danestar was laughing. For some reason, Ondine seemed to be the only one who could see through the pretty face and into her soul. Danestar's soul was not pretty. She seemed to be able to deceive anyone.
'Legolas...' thought Ondine, 'don't fall for it. She's just playing. Please...just leave her...'
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Phew! Another chapter done! Now...for all you confused readers...
Amin dele ten'he I worry about her
Amin weera yassen lle I agree with you
Lle naa vanima, mela en'coiamin You are beautiful, love of my life
Amin mela lle I love you
Vanimle sila tiri Your beauty shines bright
Mani naa essa en lle What is your name
Thanks for reading! That's all for now folks!
But if you want to do me an extra favour... click that tiny little button in the bottom left hand corner!!! (
