Well here go you, yet another chappy to add to my collection. This story is
going rather well compared to others, and I am really enjoying writing it.
Thanks again for the reviews I have been getting, they make me so happy.
(Yes, yes, I am one of those people who goes and looks at them over and
over again) (yes, I know I am a dork)
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The room was decorated with large green and silver banners with beautiful detailing that would be nearly invisible to man's eyes. Tables of rich oak lined the walls, each having a silver place setting neatly placed. Many elves surrounded them, laughing and talking gaily, all dressed in their finest.
Nessa looked uneasily around her, unsure of what to do. She had never been to a party such as this. Family gatherings yes, home warming parties yes, but such a royal party had seemed out of her reach.
Legolas, seemingly sensing her unease smiled and nodded his head slowly. He bent down and whispered in her ear, "do not worry, you'll be fine, Ness. I thought we had vowed to stop worrying?"
She glared at him, "your funny."
"My special talent," he smirked.
Nessa again went back to looking around her. In all her years she had never been to a formal party, at least not one like this. Legolas watched her intently, he grabbed her hand comfortingly in an attempt to calm her,
"Our table is this way," he smiled, pulling her towards the slightly higher table that faced all the others at the end of the grand hall.
"Oh," her eyes grew wide with fear and worry. She tried to maintain her composure, that way maybe only Legolas would know she was nervous, then again, most elves had a keen way of sensing others emotions.
"Legolas!" An elf called out to him at the right. He was tall, with sandy blonde hair, and an airy sky blue tunic. He stood in a group of six elves, all talking and laughing, enjoying the beautiful night that the valor had granted them.
"Anambo!" Legolas laughed, "when did you get back! I thought you were going to be gone for another few months at least!" He ran over to his friend, dragging Nessa with him by the hand.
The elf smiled sheepishly, "well, Laitosto here managed to lose a lot of our supplies about a week back," he placed an arm heartily on the elf standing next to him back, "we had no choice but to turn back!"
The elf turned a little red, "it was an accident, how was I supposed to know that those animals would take our supplies!" He tried to defend himself, but the group just laughed.
"Anambo, I'd like you to met someone," Legolas motioned to Nessa standing next to him, "this beautiful she-elf is Nessa, from Rivendell." He said warmly, making eye contact with her as to encourage her.
Nessa turned a little red, smiling sweetly at the group of elves in front of her, "it's nice to meet all of you."
Anambo burst out into laughter, "Legolas! You finally found yourself a she- elf to court! My, my, I'd never thought I would see the day!" He laughed merrily, "well, as you have probably already guessed I'm Anambo." He introduced himself, still smiling merrily. Either this elf had a few too many wines to drink, or he was just an extremely happy elf. She had yet to decide.
"That's Laitosto," Legolas motioned to the elf standing next to Anambo, "and that's Alasse," the she-elf standing next to Laitosto smiled and nodded, identifying herself, "and Ninque, she's Nindo's younger sister," he pointed to the short she-elf wearing a fitted purple gown, "and you already know Nindo and Linnende, I believe."
Nessa nodded, trying to remember all of the elves names correctly.
"Nessa, that gown your wearing, it looks amazing on you! Were did you happen to find such a treasure?" Alasse commented, memorizing the gown with her eyes.
She smiled, "Inwe brought it for me, frankly I have no idea where it came from." She shrugged her shoulders unknowingly, "but I must admit, she works wonders!" She laughed uneasily, Alasse smiled warmly back at her.
"So how long have you known Legolas?" Laitosto asked, trying to make conversation.
"I met him about a week and a half ago," she smiled sheepishly.
Ninque's eyes grew big, she turned and hit Legolas, "your courting a she- elf you've only known for a week!" She scolded him, "things like this take time you nitwit!"
Legolas glared playfully at Ninque, "how rude," he joked.
"Well I think it's romantic!" Alasse announced, "I wish someone would understand that more," she glared over at Laitosto, who again smiled sheepishly.
"If you wanted romance, then why did you fall for me?" He laughed playfully, sticking his tongue out at her.
"What do you think, Linnende? You and Nindo have been awfully quiet this evening," Anambo pointed out, "is Legolas a hopeless romantic? Or maybe just a love sick fool?"
"Hey!" Legolas laughed.
"I prefer, pretty elf boy, thanks," Nessa teased.
"Oh, so you're gaining up on me too now, is that it?"
She nodded happily, "of course. That would be my special talent."
He glared at her playfully, "well, I am rather good looking if I must say."
The group laughed heartily, "believe what you want to, Leggo my boy! Believe what you want to!" Anambo laughed.
"You see, I have always said he is too good looking for his own good!" Nindo laughed, finally joining the conversation.
Linnende smiled mischievously, "Nindo, is there something you have neglected to tell us all of these years?"
"What, that I am the love of every she-elves live?" He laughed, "come on, Linnende, I know you love me. You just have yet to admit it." He teased right back.
"Your right, Nindo, you and Linnende act just like a couple. I should have seen it sooner," Laitosto smiled.
Ninque walked over to Linnende and patted her on the back, "may the valor be with you, Linnende, trust me, you'll need it."
Legolas grinned, the sound of his musical laughter filling Nessa's ears. She smiled warmly, closing her eyes gently. She was almost back to that good feeling again, that she had made the right decision. He made her happy, isn't that all that mattered? But she also knew that happiness did not come without a price, and she was not about to forget the happy moment again.
He squeezed her hand gently, reassuringly, "you alright Ness?"
She opened her eyes and turned to face him again leaning upwards to whisper into his ear, "better then ever, Legolas. I just don't want to forget this moment," she smiled brightly.
"I don't want to either," he whispered back to her, smiling, "are you ready?"
She gritted her teeth, "no, but does it appear that I have a choice?"
Legolas smiled, "oh, come on, he isn't that scary!"
"Well," Anambo interrupted laughing lightly.
"Not helping," Legolas glared jokingly at this friend.
"Anytime," Anambo smirked.
Legolas smiled, then turned his attention back to his goal. His father was now seated at the grand table at the front of the hall, an expectant smile blessing his ever-knowing lips. He looked over at Nessa, glowing in her beauty, and sighed deeply,
"It's now or never, Ness," he whispered to her.
She frowned slightly, "why must I love you?" She groaned dramatically, "I would have never had to go through so much trouble if I loved a common elf!"
Legolas smirked, "not my fault I'm gorgeous," he grabbed her hand and led her towards the front table before she could come up with an answer. With light feet they walked up towards the table, his father bursting with the joy of seeing his son in love. Nessa fidgeted uncomfortably behind Legolas, trying her best to stay hidden. Legolas grinned brightly, "Good evening, Atar," he bowed slightly, "I'd like you to meet someone," he pulled Nessa out from behind him, "this is Nessa, Nessa this is my Atar."
Thranduil smiled brightly, "It's a pleasure to meet you, Lady Nessa."
"As it is a pleasure for me to meet you, my lord," she bowed slightly, coping Legolas's manners.
Thranduil shook his head, "no, we need not formalities this evening, Nessa. This is an evening for the youth, I mean not impose with formalities and such."
She nodded, "all right, then," she said shakily.
"Nessa's from Rivendell, a friend of Arwen's," Legolas added, trying to make conversation with his Atar and win his approval at the same time.
"Rivendell! My, my you are a long ways from home!" Thranduil laughed lightly, "why come all the way out to Mirkwood? Rivendell is a perfectly pleasant place to live," he commented.
Nessa tried to hide her face, that scar on her face told that story. Reminded her everyday of that past moment she could never forget. Of her rash actions and childish antics. "I-I-I have always wanted to spend time in Mirkwood. My brother's, Aerandir, betrothed, Narie, was from Mirkwood. She had told me many tales about this place," she lied.
Legolas squeezed her hand gently, trying to get her to calm down.
Thranduil smiled, "and in secret," he whispered, "which do you like better? Rivendell or Mirkwood?"
Nessa smiled faintly, "it's hard to tell, Mirkwood is a splendid city, but Rivendell is also. I guess in Rivendell I have Arwen, and in Mirkwood I have a certain pretty boy elf friend," she laughed nudging Legolas in the ribs.
"Remind me to hurt Anambo later, alright?" He teased back, "I do not think you will ever tire of that name."
Nessa smiled and shook her head, "it is very fitting, you must admit."
Legolas sighed dramatically, "I'll come up with a nickname for you someday, Ness, and then you'll be sorry."
Thranduil cleared his throat, he may have been a nice guy but anyone would get mad at being interrupted every now and again.
"Oh sorry, Atar!" Legolas apologized quickly, "I didn't notice what we were doing!" He nudged Nessa gently in her side,
"Oh! Sorry!" She added, remembering to be on ultra polite mode again.
Thranduil smiled, "it is alright, it has just been a long day for me."
Legolas sighed uneasily. A long day for his Atar never meant that it was a good day. This was going to be a long evening, even he could tell.
"So, Nessa, what brings you to my table?"
She gulped, and swore under her breath that she would get revenge on Legolas for this later. She turned a little red and began to mumble the first things that came out of her mouth, "umm, well, you see, it's like, yeah, um," she rambled. So much for a good first impression.
Thranduil laughed, and held up his hand, "there is no need for embarrassment, little one, it was a mire question!"
Legolas glared at his Atar warningly, as Nessa lowered her head as to hide the bright shade of red that she had turned.
"Nessa is very special to me, Atar," Legolas answered for her, noting her lack of words, "I was hoping to gain your approval this evening."
Thranduil smiled, "ah, so the secret comes out. I have heard many stories about how you have been running around Mirkwood with some she-elf companion," he smiled and nodded his head towards Nessa, "this must be the she-elf they talked so fondly of. It seems that this place has taken quite a liking to you, Nessa."
She jerked her head up, "what?"
"Mablung is a highly respected elf here, you were staying with his family, no?" Thranduil continued on, leaving behind his act of stupidity.
"Yes, well, I was," she said sadly.
"There is nothing to be ashamed of," Thranduil encouraged warmly, "there have been many elves that have stayed with his family, and when the time comes, they leave. Whether it is by choice, or by force."
Nessa nodded, "but what has he done to make everyone know who I am?"
Thranduil shook his head, "Mablung does not only give you a home, he gives you a life. He told the villagers all about you, he seemed to have taken on quite a liking if you ask me. How you took care of the elflings for Alassea, you were a hard worker, and a sweet she-elf. Nessa, he was proud of you, you were like a daughter to him. Like all the other elves he has helped over these past years."
Nessa nodded in understanding, "so I did not leave because I was no longer deserving, but because it was my time?"
He nodded, "he would never send a young elf out on their own if they were not ready. Why do you think he took you in, in the first place?"
Nessa paused for a moment, then smiled, "I think I understand now. Thank- you for that, I needed it."
Thranduil smirked, "so you fell in love with my son?"
Nessa and Legolas's eyes popped, "ATAR!" Legolas shouted, turning a little red, "must you be so blunt?" He asked, a little more calmly.
Thranduil laughed, "it was a simple question!"
Nessa watched in amusement as Legolas argued with his Atar. She smiled warmly to herself, this was supposed to be the mean hearted King. The one who would take runaways in as servants, but not let them out. No, she couldn't picture it. He seemed completely different then the way elves had described him, and she began to pity those who did not bother to know him better.
Then a more somber thought stuck her mind. She would never see her Atar again. She would never introduce him to Legolas and spend time just laughing with him. Her whole family for that matter. Her smiled dropped, this moment made her miss them more. With losing Mablung and Alassea, she had lost the only other family feeling that she had.
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The room was decorated with large green and silver banners with beautiful detailing that would be nearly invisible to man's eyes. Tables of rich oak lined the walls, each having a silver place setting neatly placed. Many elves surrounded them, laughing and talking gaily, all dressed in their finest.
Nessa looked uneasily around her, unsure of what to do. She had never been to a party such as this. Family gatherings yes, home warming parties yes, but such a royal party had seemed out of her reach.
Legolas, seemingly sensing her unease smiled and nodded his head slowly. He bent down and whispered in her ear, "do not worry, you'll be fine, Ness. I thought we had vowed to stop worrying?"
She glared at him, "your funny."
"My special talent," he smirked.
Nessa again went back to looking around her. In all her years she had never been to a formal party, at least not one like this. Legolas watched her intently, he grabbed her hand comfortingly in an attempt to calm her,
"Our table is this way," he smiled, pulling her towards the slightly higher table that faced all the others at the end of the grand hall.
"Oh," her eyes grew wide with fear and worry. She tried to maintain her composure, that way maybe only Legolas would know she was nervous, then again, most elves had a keen way of sensing others emotions.
"Legolas!" An elf called out to him at the right. He was tall, with sandy blonde hair, and an airy sky blue tunic. He stood in a group of six elves, all talking and laughing, enjoying the beautiful night that the valor had granted them.
"Anambo!" Legolas laughed, "when did you get back! I thought you were going to be gone for another few months at least!" He ran over to his friend, dragging Nessa with him by the hand.
The elf smiled sheepishly, "well, Laitosto here managed to lose a lot of our supplies about a week back," he placed an arm heartily on the elf standing next to him back, "we had no choice but to turn back!"
The elf turned a little red, "it was an accident, how was I supposed to know that those animals would take our supplies!" He tried to defend himself, but the group just laughed.
"Anambo, I'd like you to met someone," Legolas motioned to Nessa standing next to him, "this beautiful she-elf is Nessa, from Rivendell." He said warmly, making eye contact with her as to encourage her.
Nessa turned a little red, smiling sweetly at the group of elves in front of her, "it's nice to meet all of you."
Anambo burst out into laughter, "Legolas! You finally found yourself a she- elf to court! My, my, I'd never thought I would see the day!" He laughed merrily, "well, as you have probably already guessed I'm Anambo." He introduced himself, still smiling merrily. Either this elf had a few too many wines to drink, or he was just an extremely happy elf. She had yet to decide.
"That's Laitosto," Legolas motioned to the elf standing next to Anambo, "and that's Alasse," the she-elf standing next to Laitosto smiled and nodded, identifying herself, "and Ninque, she's Nindo's younger sister," he pointed to the short she-elf wearing a fitted purple gown, "and you already know Nindo and Linnende, I believe."
Nessa nodded, trying to remember all of the elves names correctly.
"Nessa, that gown your wearing, it looks amazing on you! Were did you happen to find such a treasure?" Alasse commented, memorizing the gown with her eyes.
She smiled, "Inwe brought it for me, frankly I have no idea where it came from." She shrugged her shoulders unknowingly, "but I must admit, she works wonders!" She laughed uneasily, Alasse smiled warmly back at her.
"So how long have you known Legolas?" Laitosto asked, trying to make conversation.
"I met him about a week and a half ago," she smiled sheepishly.
Ninque's eyes grew big, she turned and hit Legolas, "your courting a she- elf you've only known for a week!" She scolded him, "things like this take time you nitwit!"
Legolas glared playfully at Ninque, "how rude," he joked.
"Well I think it's romantic!" Alasse announced, "I wish someone would understand that more," she glared over at Laitosto, who again smiled sheepishly.
"If you wanted romance, then why did you fall for me?" He laughed playfully, sticking his tongue out at her.
"What do you think, Linnende? You and Nindo have been awfully quiet this evening," Anambo pointed out, "is Legolas a hopeless romantic? Or maybe just a love sick fool?"
"Hey!" Legolas laughed.
"I prefer, pretty elf boy, thanks," Nessa teased.
"Oh, so you're gaining up on me too now, is that it?"
She nodded happily, "of course. That would be my special talent."
He glared at her playfully, "well, I am rather good looking if I must say."
The group laughed heartily, "believe what you want to, Leggo my boy! Believe what you want to!" Anambo laughed.
"You see, I have always said he is too good looking for his own good!" Nindo laughed, finally joining the conversation.
Linnende smiled mischievously, "Nindo, is there something you have neglected to tell us all of these years?"
"What, that I am the love of every she-elves live?" He laughed, "come on, Linnende, I know you love me. You just have yet to admit it." He teased right back.
"Your right, Nindo, you and Linnende act just like a couple. I should have seen it sooner," Laitosto smiled.
Ninque walked over to Linnende and patted her on the back, "may the valor be with you, Linnende, trust me, you'll need it."
Legolas grinned, the sound of his musical laughter filling Nessa's ears. She smiled warmly, closing her eyes gently. She was almost back to that good feeling again, that she had made the right decision. He made her happy, isn't that all that mattered? But she also knew that happiness did not come without a price, and she was not about to forget the happy moment again.
He squeezed her hand gently, reassuringly, "you alright Ness?"
She opened her eyes and turned to face him again leaning upwards to whisper into his ear, "better then ever, Legolas. I just don't want to forget this moment," she smiled brightly.
"I don't want to either," he whispered back to her, smiling, "are you ready?"
She gritted her teeth, "no, but does it appear that I have a choice?"
Legolas smiled, "oh, come on, he isn't that scary!"
"Well," Anambo interrupted laughing lightly.
"Not helping," Legolas glared jokingly at this friend.
"Anytime," Anambo smirked.
Legolas smiled, then turned his attention back to his goal. His father was now seated at the grand table at the front of the hall, an expectant smile blessing his ever-knowing lips. He looked over at Nessa, glowing in her beauty, and sighed deeply,
"It's now or never, Ness," he whispered to her.
She frowned slightly, "why must I love you?" She groaned dramatically, "I would have never had to go through so much trouble if I loved a common elf!"
Legolas smirked, "not my fault I'm gorgeous," he grabbed her hand and led her towards the front table before she could come up with an answer. With light feet they walked up towards the table, his father bursting with the joy of seeing his son in love. Nessa fidgeted uncomfortably behind Legolas, trying her best to stay hidden. Legolas grinned brightly, "Good evening, Atar," he bowed slightly, "I'd like you to meet someone," he pulled Nessa out from behind him, "this is Nessa, Nessa this is my Atar."
Thranduil smiled brightly, "It's a pleasure to meet you, Lady Nessa."
"As it is a pleasure for me to meet you, my lord," she bowed slightly, coping Legolas's manners.
Thranduil shook his head, "no, we need not formalities this evening, Nessa. This is an evening for the youth, I mean not impose with formalities and such."
She nodded, "all right, then," she said shakily.
"Nessa's from Rivendell, a friend of Arwen's," Legolas added, trying to make conversation with his Atar and win his approval at the same time.
"Rivendell! My, my you are a long ways from home!" Thranduil laughed lightly, "why come all the way out to Mirkwood? Rivendell is a perfectly pleasant place to live," he commented.
Nessa tried to hide her face, that scar on her face told that story. Reminded her everyday of that past moment she could never forget. Of her rash actions and childish antics. "I-I-I have always wanted to spend time in Mirkwood. My brother's, Aerandir, betrothed, Narie, was from Mirkwood. She had told me many tales about this place," she lied.
Legolas squeezed her hand gently, trying to get her to calm down.
Thranduil smiled, "and in secret," he whispered, "which do you like better? Rivendell or Mirkwood?"
Nessa smiled faintly, "it's hard to tell, Mirkwood is a splendid city, but Rivendell is also. I guess in Rivendell I have Arwen, and in Mirkwood I have a certain pretty boy elf friend," she laughed nudging Legolas in the ribs.
"Remind me to hurt Anambo later, alright?" He teased back, "I do not think you will ever tire of that name."
Nessa smiled and shook her head, "it is very fitting, you must admit."
Legolas sighed dramatically, "I'll come up with a nickname for you someday, Ness, and then you'll be sorry."
Thranduil cleared his throat, he may have been a nice guy but anyone would get mad at being interrupted every now and again.
"Oh sorry, Atar!" Legolas apologized quickly, "I didn't notice what we were doing!" He nudged Nessa gently in her side,
"Oh! Sorry!" She added, remembering to be on ultra polite mode again.
Thranduil smiled, "it is alright, it has just been a long day for me."
Legolas sighed uneasily. A long day for his Atar never meant that it was a good day. This was going to be a long evening, even he could tell.
"So, Nessa, what brings you to my table?"
She gulped, and swore under her breath that she would get revenge on Legolas for this later. She turned a little red and began to mumble the first things that came out of her mouth, "umm, well, you see, it's like, yeah, um," she rambled. So much for a good first impression.
Thranduil laughed, and held up his hand, "there is no need for embarrassment, little one, it was a mire question!"
Legolas glared at his Atar warningly, as Nessa lowered her head as to hide the bright shade of red that she had turned.
"Nessa is very special to me, Atar," Legolas answered for her, noting her lack of words, "I was hoping to gain your approval this evening."
Thranduil smiled, "ah, so the secret comes out. I have heard many stories about how you have been running around Mirkwood with some she-elf companion," he smiled and nodded his head towards Nessa, "this must be the she-elf they talked so fondly of. It seems that this place has taken quite a liking to you, Nessa."
She jerked her head up, "what?"
"Mablung is a highly respected elf here, you were staying with his family, no?" Thranduil continued on, leaving behind his act of stupidity.
"Yes, well, I was," she said sadly.
"There is nothing to be ashamed of," Thranduil encouraged warmly, "there have been many elves that have stayed with his family, and when the time comes, they leave. Whether it is by choice, or by force."
Nessa nodded, "but what has he done to make everyone know who I am?"
Thranduil shook his head, "Mablung does not only give you a home, he gives you a life. He told the villagers all about you, he seemed to have taken on quite a liking if you ask me. How you took care of the elflings for Alassea, you were a hard worker, and a sweet she-elf. Nessa, he was proud of you, you were like a daughter to him. Like all the other elves he has helped over these past years."
Nessa nodded in understanding, "so I did not leave because I was no longer deserving, but because it was my time?"
He nodded, "he would never send a young elf out on their own if they were not ready. Why do you think he took you in, in the first place?"
Nessa paused for a moment, then smiled, "I think I understand now. Thank- you for that, I needed it."
Thranduil smirked, "so you fell in love with my son?"
Nessa and Legolas's eyes popped, "ATAR!" Legolas shouted, turning a little red, "must you be so blunt?" He asked, a little more calmly.
Thranduil laughed, "it was a simple question!"
Nessa watched in amusement as Legolas argued with his Atar. She smiled warmly to herself, this was supposed to be the mean hearted King. The one who would take runaways in as servants, but not let them out. No, she couldn't picture it. He seemed completely different then the way elves had described him, and she began to pity those who did not bother to know him better.
Then a more somber thought stuck her mind. She would never see her Atar again. She would never introduce him to Legolas and spend time just laughing with him. Her whole family for that matter. Her smiled dropped, this moment made her miss them more. With losing Mablung and Alassea, she had lost the only other family feeling that she had.
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