Disclaimer: I wish I owned Legolas but I don't. :(
In the highest tower of Landenshail, an elfin maiden sat looking out the window at a bright new day when her maidservant came rushing in. "Milady, milady! Your father is coming!" The she-elf turned her head and just nodded gently at the distressed woman. All of the servants feared the king and often hid from him if they could get away with it. His daughter however knew her father was gruff but a good man in his heart but somehow she knew today was different. Her heart cried to her something was happening today.
"Aymerwen! Where are thee?" called a familiar voice.
(A/N: Aymerwen means "Shinning One" in Umair, the language of Landenshail
Legolas: Can we get on with the story now?
ME: I HAVE TOO TELL THEM ABOUT HER NAME, OKAY? It is kind of important for symoblism! Geez, have you never taken an English class before? CHILL OUT!
Legolas: *pouts again* Fine.
ME: You are so adorable when you are angery!
Legolas: Whatever
ME: Alright, let's keep going)
"Right here in my room, Papa!" she answered.
"Well, don't move because I am coming up!"
The maiden remained seated, staring out the window. She watched curiously as outside of the gate a group of fifty elves rode up, spoke with the sentry, and were grudgingly allowed inside. "PAPA!" she cried. "Look outside! Strangers approach!"
The king had just entered the room and joined his daughter at the window. "So it is!" he said in a strangely chocked voice. We'll just have to see what they want – at least they are elves." The king was a very striking elf. He had long dark hair braided in hundreds of braids down his back and wore a purple robe rimmed with golden thread and carried a silver and gold scepter in his left hind.
Alarmed, Aymerwen cried, "But father! How shall we explain our friendship with the Sauron here? They will surely attack us!" And her hands hid her face.
"No, don't worry," her father quieted her. "We just won't tell them anything. And if they do ask, we'll kill them. Don't worry, little Shiner!"
Aymerwen smiled at the mention of her pet name. "Alright." But still she nervously twisted her long hair in her hands, for she did not like to see anyone killed.
Her father saw her nervousniss and suddenly remembered why he came in the first place. He put his hand on her shoulder. "I came to tell you that I have finally picked between the two remaining suitors for your hand!"
"What was their final task that made you decide, my lord?"
"They each had to steal the flying dragon of a Ring Wrath from Mordor; only one succeeded." The king grinned proudly. "You wish to know which one? I'll tell you then. Lord Haldir of Lorien won the challenge over Prince Dalin from the Mountains. What say you to that?"
Shyliy the she-elf whispered, "I did like Haldir when I met him."
"Good. It is settled then. Now get dressed and come down to greet our new guests." And king Folset disappeared back down the stairs, scaring servants left and right.
Aymerwen shrugged and stood up. "Help me pick out a dress, Olima," she requested her maid. "I need to look nice for our guests."
Olima took one look at her and smiled. "I know just the one, milady." And she disappeared into the large closet which had all the princess' clothes.
Sighing sadly, Aymerwen inquired, "Olima? Why is it that princessess must always have their husband chosen for them?"
The woman answered, her voice muffled from the closet, "Because you must marry the right person, milady! It is a political match!"
"I do like Haldir, I suppose. He is very handsome."
"Oh! Haldir is the one then?"
"Yes."
"Well, that is certainly good news! Ah! I think I've almost found one!" The midwife pulled out a long green dress made of silky silk. The sleeves hung down past her hands, and her midriff was exposed alluringly while still keeping her modest. Golden threats were woven in and out of the seams and small vine patterns twisted around the hem.
"It is very nice." Aymerwen smiled. "It will be perfect for tonite! You always know what to pick!"
"Well, you look great in anything, milady," smiled the maid. "Now let's get you ready!"
Meanwhiles Legolas and his men had been invited into the golden palace. None of them had ever seen anything so beautiful. But they were soon to see something even better... and no, it's not Aymerwen! ^______^ Or is it?? you'll have 2 see!
In the highest tower of Landenshail, an elfin maiden sat looking out the window at a bright new day when her maidservant came rushing in. "Milady, milady! Your father is coming!" The she-elf turned her head and just nodded gently at the distressed woman. All of the servants feared the king and often hid from him if they could get away with it. His daughter however knew her father was gruff but a good man in his heart but somehow she knew today was different. Her heart cried to her something was happening today.
"Aymerwen! Where are thee?" called a familiar voice.
(A/N: Aymerwen means "Shinning One" in Umair, the language of Landenshail
Legolas: Can we get on with the story now?
ME: I HAVE TOO TELL THEM ABOUT HER NAME, OKAY? It is kind of important for symoblism! Geez, have you never taken an English class before? CHILL OUT!
Legolas: *pouts again* Fine.
ME: You are so adorable when you are angery!
Legolas: Whatever
ME: Alright, let's keep going)
"Right here in my room, Papa!" she answered.
"Well, don't move because I am coming up!"
The maiden remained seated, staring out the window. She watched curiously as outside of the gate a group of fifty elves rode up, spoke with the sentry, and were grudgingly allowed inside. "PAPA!" she cried. "Look outside! Strangers approach!"
The king had just entered the room and joined his daughter at the window. "So it is!" he said in a strangely chocked voice. We'll just have to see what they want – at least they are elves." The king was a very striking elf. He had long dark hair braided in hundreds of braids down his back and wore a purple robe rimmed with golden thread and carried a silver and gold scepter in his left hind.
Alarmed, Aymerwen cried, "But father! How shall we explain our friendship with the Sauron here? They will surely attack us!" And her hands hid her face.
"No, don't worry," her father quieted her. "We just won't tell them anything. And if they do ask, we'll kill them. Don't worry, little Shiner!"
Aymerwen smiled at the mention of her pet name. "Alright." But still she nervously twisted her long hair in her hands, for she did not like to see anyone killed.
Her father saw her nervousniss and suddenly remembered why he came in the first place. He put his hand on her shoulder. "I came to tell you that I have finally picked between the two remaining suitors for your hand!"
"What was their final task that made you decide, my lord?"
"They each had to steal the flying dragon of a Ring Wrath from Mordor; only one succeeded." The king grinned proudly. "You wish to know which one? I'll tell you then. Lord Haldir of Lorien won the challenge over Prince Dalin from the Mountains. What say you to that?"
Shyliy the she-elf whispered, "I did like Haldir when I met him."
"Good. It is settled then. Now get dressed and come down to greet our new guests." And king Folset disappeared back down the stairs, scaring servants left and right.
Aymerwen shrugged and stood up. "Help me pick out a dress, Olima," she requested her maid. "I need to look nice for our guests."
Olima took one look at her and smiled. "I know just the one, milady." And she disappeared into the large closet which had all the princess' clothes.
Sighing sadly, Aymerwen inquired, "Olima? Why is it that princessess must always have their husband chosen for them?"
The woman answered, her voice muffled from the closet, "Because you must marry the right person, milady! It is a political match!"
"I do like Haldir, I suppose. He is very handsome."
"Oh! Haldir is the one then?"
"Yes."
"Well, that is certainly good news! Ah! I think I've almost found one!" The midwife pulled out a long green dress made of silky silk. The sleeves hung down past her hands, and her midriff was exposed alluringly while still keeping her modest. Golden threats were woven in and out of the seams and small vine patterns twisted around the hem.
"It is very nice." Aymerwen smiled. "It will be perfect for tonite! You always know what to pick!"
"Well, you look great in anything, milady," smiled the maid. "Now let's get you ready!"
Meanwhiles Legolas and his men had been invited into the golden palace. None of them had ever seen anything so beautiful. But they were soon to see something even better... and no, it's not Aymerwen! ^______^ Or is it?? you'll have 2 see!