Rogue mystique: (singing) I'm in the mood, for dancin' romancin'! (Stops singing cuz people are throwing things) okay okay! Heres your freaking story! The Story id back!

I don't own LOTR I do own Sirabi and Nianda. They're mine, all mine MWAHAHAHAH! Sorry…

**~~** Chapter Four

    Sirabi stood in front of her full-length mirror and simply stared. She found herself actually quite pretty. The floor-length silver skirt fell gracefully over her legs and silver bodice with intricate green flower embroidery fitted her perfectly. The sleeves went down to her wrists and were just plain silver. Plain silver slipper like shoes graced her feet.

    After a few minutes of trying to do her make up, her friend and maid Nianda had aided Sirabi so she looked better now. The make up was light, one coat of lip-gloss and some mascara, pure and simple. Sirabi's hair was half up and half down, all in loose black curls that fell over her shoulders.

"I'm so different…" Sirabi whispered.

    She was right, usually Sirabi wore black trousers and purple tops and her hair was always poker straight. The only make up she usually wore was black eyeliner, mascara and lipstick, of which she had forgotten.

    "Sirabi? You have to go now." Nianda pulled on her arm.

"Oh! Okay…" Sirabi was nervous.

"You'll be fine. I'm sure Prince Legolas will notice you…" Nianda said slyly.

    Before Sirabi could snap back, Nianda was gone. Sirabi smiled once more in the mirror and made her way down to the hall, maybe Legolas would notice her...

    Lady Galadriel sat in the top table. There was an empty seat next to her and she signalled for Sirabi to sit in it. Sirabi was shocked, Lady Galadriel was a very powerful and respected Elf while Sirabi was just a mere mortal.

    Sirabi sat and smiled graciously at Galadriel who smiled back. Soon all of the other Elves had joined them. Sirabi looked for Legolas and saw him making his way over to her. He was wearing the same silver tunic he had at the end of The Return Of The King. Sirabi had to admit, he looked quite nice.

    He sat next to Sirabi and his father King Thranduil sat to the left of Galadriel.

"You look much nicer now my Lady." Legolas whispered in Sirabi's ear.

"Maybe so but I am no lady of yours." Gimli, who was now sitting next to Legolas, laughed at Sirabi's sharp comeback. She smiled contentedly. All she had to do now was convince herself she still hated the extremely handsome Elf sitting next to her.

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    Soon, nearly all of the speeches were over, Sirabi had been called up and she had said thank you for the hospitality (she had to kick Legolas when he choked on his water) and Arwen, Aragorn and Gimli had all said their thank yous, with much applause to Arwen and Aragorn. Gimli got a lot of laughs. Now it was time for Legolas and Thranduil to talk.

    "We thank you for having us here and, as always, it has been a pleasure. Lothlorien is as much our home as Greenwood is. We will be back soon hopefully, to see friends and to hopefully make new ones, if they will allow us." Legolas looked directly at Sirabi when he said that. She simply stuck out her tongue at him childishly, Legolas was quite taken aback.

    King Thranduil said thank you also and watched keenly as Legolas and Sirabi attempted to talk. Lady Galadriel said nothing; she never did at balls and feasts.

    "So," Legolas began unsurely.

"Great way to start a conversation Legolas." Sirabi said smoothly.

    Legolas blushed and sat back; they didn't say another word to each other for the rest of the meal.

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    Groaning evidently, Sirabi sat back, slouching in her seat. It was time to dance and Sirabi hated dancing. It was the bane of her life. Back at college, whenever there was a dance, no one would ask her because she was a Goth. Completely unfair because Sirabi was a nice girl. Galadriel watched as Sirabi slouched further down. She tried not to laugh.

    "I am sorry my Lady, I really don't like to dance." Sirabi groaned.

"You don't have to dance but I am sure you will disappoint a lot of Elves tonight my friend. Including dear Legolas who is making his way over right now." Galadriel let loose a giggle at Sirabi's paling face. Sirabi covered her head.

    "No, no, no, no, no…" Sirabi whispered, "Not Legolas…not him."

"Sirabi?" Legolas asked.

"Yeah?" She croaked, looking up and feeling suddenly afraid.

    Get a grip Sirabi! It's just one dance! Sirabi scolded herself.

"Uum… would you… I mean, if you want…" Legolas stuttered.

    Sirabi couldn't believe it, Legolas was stuttering! And he was turning an interesting shade of red…

"I'll dance with you." Sirabi spared him the pain.

    Legolas looked up and smiled. Sirabi stood up and he took her hand delicately. The music was soft and in Elvish, it sounded similar to My Immortal by Evanescance, how ironic…

    Sirabi felt Legolas wrap an arm around her slim waist and she placed one hand on his shoulder, then she broke free from his other hand and wrapped that one around his neck too. Legolas smiled discreetly and hugged Sirabi close. He felt her head rest on his shoulder and he rested his chin on the top of her hair, closing his eyes. Legolas had no idea why she was so pleasant now but he hoped it wouldn't change, she was nicer this way. They swayed to the music, unaware of the envying glances from both males and females, also unaware of a very drunk Gimli making kissing noises behind Legolas and Sirabi's back.

    The song ended soon, too soon. Sirabi reluctantly released herself from Legolas's embrace and looked into his crystal blue eyes shyly.

"Thank you… my Lady." Legolas bowed down and kissed Sirabi's hand.

    Sirabi said nothing but walked away in silence, out of the ballroom and into the gardens outside. She was so confused now; did she not hate Legolas Greenleaf? Did she not think him arrogant and selfish? If so, then why was she so happy when he kissed her hand?

    Sirabi heard a cough behind her and her shoulders fell. She slowly turned around, dreading Legolas's face.

    It was not him however, it was King Thranduil. Sirabi suddenly felt very nervous and fidgeted noticeably. Thranduil laughed.

"Don't fear me child. I just came to see if you were okay. You did not thank my son for the dance." He looked upon Sirabi.

    "I… I'm sorry… I have to go." Sirabi brushed past Thranduil and walked further into the gardens, the soft moonlit glow resting on her face.

    "Did I upset you?" Legolas whispered from behind into Sirabi's ear.

"I hate you." Sirabi sighed.

"Why?"

"You act all caring and nice one minute and the next you are so… mean." Sirabi turned to face Legolas, who was looking up to the sky.

    "I am confused about what I feel." He answered.

"And you think I'm not? I'm supposed to be a student. A student that dresses like a Goth and worries about her exams. Not a young woman who worries about what dress to wear, about what to feel or worries about her mother every five seconds because she's afraid that her father is killing her!" Sirabi stomped on the ground and felt tears slip past.

    Legolas hesitated, and then pulled her into a hug. He did not know how to relate.

"As long as I'm here you don't have to worry." He said.

"But you are leaving in a week." Sirabi leaned against his chest.

"Oh… I had forgotten." Legolas said bashfully.

    "Not so perfect now huh?" Sirabi laughed slightly.

"Come on, the dancing is not over. Will you dance with me again?" Legolas asked.

Sirabi nodded and wiped away her tears.

    "Good, Gimli wishes to dance with you too, he said something about not letting some stinking Elf have all the fun." Legolas waited for a laugh.

Sirabi did laugh, Sirabi also danced again with Legolas and with a staggering Gimli, who told her about ninety times that Legolas, and I quote,

"Wuvs you too much darlin'"

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Rogue mystique: I love it when Gimli's drunk! Poor Sirabi, don't worry though! One warning though, things have to get worse before they get better.