A/N: I do not own LOTR and never will sadly. I do own any characters you do not know. I am so glad so many hate me! Hehe! Once again we have a short chapter but I promise the next two shall make up for that! - Naur
The Princess Unknown
Chapter 6
A Proper Greeting
Aragorn was aware of all the hard glares he got as they enter Mirkwood's palace but he said nothing.
"Ad…Lord Aragorn, please follow me and I will show you to a room that you may use during your stay with us," Sírien told him ignoring the look Legolas gave her. Aragorn nodded and followed sparing a glance at Legolas but he was already gone.
*****
Sírien led Aragorn through Mirkwood palace's winding hallways before finally stopping in front of two large oak doors.
"These shall be your rooms, please see that they will meet all your needs," She told him with a smile. He nodded and opened the doors; surprise was all he could show on his face. The first room he saw was a sitting room complete with couch, chairs and a fireplace done in golds and rich greens. Next he went to the bedroom, it also was large trimmed in blues and golds, adjacent to that was another sitting room and a bath.
"Yes…I think these will do quiet nicely, thank you," He answered Sírien smiled and Aragorn felt a strange connection to her although he couldn't tell what it was.
"Good. I shall have the tailor sent here to make you clothes for the dinner tonight. I will return for you upon the hour of seven, until then Lord Aragorn," She explained gave a curtsy and left.
*****
Legolas quietly and quickly left Aragorn. If he stayed longer he didn't know if he could deny himself anymore. He retreated to his room and sat in front of the mirror on the chest. Legolas sat there just staring into the mirror not really seeing his reflection. There was a light knock at the door but he didn't acknowledge it not wanting to see anyone at the moment. The door opened anyway and two hands were laid on his shoulders in a gentle caressing way. Coming out of his trance Legolas saw Nordithen standing behind him, just silently staring.
"Nordithen…I…" Legolas started but he was silenced as the other elf's figure sadly smile.
"It matters not my love. I will not…give you up…without a fight…" He replied trailing kisses down Legolas's neck. Legolas closed his eyes and tried to block out the feeling. He and Nordithen had been lovers for nearly four years now but in all that time he had never told the elf he loved him because that simply wasn't true. Nor had he allowed him to enter himself. Legolas couldn't really say they were lovers, they had never done half the things he and Aragorn had done a mere five months into their relationship. He would no…could never love Nordithen.
*****
Just as she said she would Sírien had the tailor sent to his rooms and by six thirty Aragorn was ready and waiting. The outfit made for him was black; a black tunic with a silver shirt underneath and black leggings. The white tree of Gondor had been beautifully sewn onto his tunic to show that he was the ruler of that kingdom.
Right at seven a knock came at his door and Aragorn went to greet Sírien but was stopped when he saw her. The princess wore a light blue gown that made her eyes and hair stand out. Her hair was done with small braids everywhere two braids lining the small circlet that sat upon her head. He could have sworn he saw small diamonds sewn into the lining of the dress.
"Are you ready my lord?" She asked with a smile.
"Huh? Oh! Of course! Shall we?" He questioned offering his arm to her. With a smile she took his offered arm and together they walked to the dining hall.
*****
"Kind Elessar of Gondor and Princess Sírien of Mirkwood!" A voice called as they entered the dining room. The elves bowed their heads to him and their princess. Sírien led Aragorn to his seat, which was on the right hand side of the chair in the middle. She then took her seat on the other side of the middle chair. Thranduil sat beside her, he gave a small smile to Aragorn. The seat beside him was taken by the elf he recognized from the woods. Suddenly everything became quiet and the doors opened to reveal Legolas standing there in all his glory.
"King Legolas Thranduilion!" Another voice exclaimed.
The ladies and lords swept into bows and curtsies as Legolas made his way to the main table. Legolas wore a sliver tunic with a blue shirt underneath and light blue leggings. On his tunic was sewn the Mirkwood royal symbol in green and gold. Once at the table he took his seat beside Aragorn and Sírien. He looked out over the crowd and smiled.
"Let the meal held in King Elessar's honor commence!" He called. Their meal was brought to them and music started. It wasn't long before some took the floor and began to dance. Aragorn was saddened that Legolas did not move to speak to him; he seemed to be deep in some conversation with his father and Sírien. After what seemed like forever someone spoke to him. "Are you enjoying the meal?" It took Aragorn a moment to realize that Legolas was finally talking to him.
"Yes, you did much without time to prepare," Aragorn replied.
"Are you implying that I do not know you were coming?" Legolas smirked.
"Well…I thought…" He started surprised. Legolas laughed and it made Aragorn smile to hear that laugh once again.
"I have known that you were coming since you entered the forest of Lothlorien. The trees are very useful at times Elessar," Legolas told him. As soon as that fire of hope had lit it was doused with his royal name.
"Maybe Lord Aragorn would care to dance ada," Sírien suggested laying a hand on his. Aragorn thanked her with his eyes hoping that now he would get a chance to talk with Legolas.
"That could be fun. King Elessar? Would you care to dance?" Legolas questioned as he stood and held out his hand. Aragorn took his chance by nodding and taking Legolas's hand.
*****
Thranduil smiled behind his wine cup as he watched Legolas lead Aragorn out onto the dance floor. The person beside him stiffened and he glanced to his right, Nordithen. The elf had a hard look in his eyes; they never once left the couple of Legolas and Aragorn as they danced across the floor.
"Grandfather? Could we dance?" Sírien asked sweetly. Thranduil tore his attention away from Nordithen and back to his granddaughter.
"If that is your wish liri maer," He answered and stood taking her hand. She smiled and happily took his hand. Thranduil wanted to keep an eye on Nordithen but in the swirls of skirts and people he lost sight of him. One moment he was still in his seat and the next he was gone…
*****
"Come with me Aragorn…there is something I must show you," Legolas whispered in his ear. Before Aragorn could question him there was a tap on his shoulder and their dance was ended.
TBC…
Elvish Translations
Liri maer – Lovely one
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