Hello again! Did any of you see Return of the King? It was
phenomenal.it brought tears to my eyes. Remember when
Gandalf and Pippin go to see Denethor for the first time, and they
walk through that hall to reach him? I pictured it to look like that
when I read the book! Sorry, I'm babbling. Anyway, read and
review? Thanks.
Disclaimer: I am not Tolkien. (Clearly, with a story like this? You cannot compare!)
Scribbling feverishly, she records every word spoken. She is slightly flushed with excitement, as she has never done anything so important and is fairly inexperienced. These great leaders of her kind, in the same room as she is! Suddenly, her admiration is cut short at the sound of heavy wooden doors being pushed open. She turns, startled, and her eyes widen in dismay at the sight that greets her.
"Lady Anáwiel." the king stated, seeming to be as shocked as Elráwien was.
"Sister." Elráwien said, horrified. The small Elf, trailed by three sheepish looking Royal Guards, crossed the conference room. She made her way around the large, ornately carved table, and the prestigious Elves seated at it, ignoring their curious gazes. Her golden head barely reached the top of it, yet she did not seem to notice. She made her way to the head of the table, where Thranduil was standing, and stopped. She craned her head to look him in the eye, and placed her hands on her hips.
Thranduil looked down into her glaring blue eyes, his eyebrows nearly disappearing into his hairline. Anáwiel stared steadily back; for the first time it was noticed she was wearing a great deal of jewelry, including a long rope of pearls that hung to her knees, and a long dress she needed to hold up so she would not trip.
"May I be so bold as to inquire the reason why you have interrupted?" Thranduil asked, sounding amused.
"Why didn't you come?" Anáwiel said, obviously hurt and angry. Thranduil was speechless; Anáwiel held up a piece of parchment to him as an explanation. He took it, and read aloud:
"The Lady Anáwiel requests your presence in her chambers at noon tomorrow for tea. Formal attire must be worn."
Thranduil refolded the parchment gravely, and turned to one of the Elves seated next to him. The Elf searched for a moment through a stack of papers, and finally handed one to Thranduil. It was identical to the other he held in his hand; it had been unintentionally overlooked. He in turn showed it to Anáwiel, who nodded.
"It was today," Thranduil said softly. Elráwien watched uneasily as her sister nodded, fearing that any moment the king would have both her and her sister banished, or worse. Slowly, Thranduil turned from Anáwiel to the congregation seated before him.
"I apologize, my friends, but it seems this meeting must be continued later. A most pressing matter has presented itself." Anáwiel turned to one of the Royal Guards who was trying to pull her away, and kicked him in the shin, sticking her tongue out and smiling triumphantly. With that, the King Thranduil of Greenwood the Great took Anáwiel's hand and led her out to her room, leaving behind several confused Elves, and one very relived Elf, grateful that she had not been fed to the spiders dwelling in the surrounding forests, to attend a tea party.
My eyes snap into focus, and I sit upright, my chest heaving. I lay back down, rolling onto my stomach, muffling my sobs in my pillow. Every year, it comes back to haunt me, in my dreams, where I cannot escape it. When will it end?
Disclaimer: I am not Tolkien. (Clearly, with a story like this? You cannot compare!)
Scribbling feverishly, she records every word spoken. She is slightly flushed with excitement, as she has never done anything so important and is fairly inexperienced. These great leaders of her kind, in the same room as she is! Suddenly, her admiration is cut short at the sound of heavy wooden doors being pushed open. She turns, startled, and her eyes widen in dismay at the sight that greets her.
"Lady Anáwiel." the king stated, seeming to be as shocked as Elráwien was.
"Sister." Elráwien said, horrified. The small Elf, trailed by three sheepish looking Royal Guards, crossed the conference room. She made her way around the large, ornately carved table, and the prestigious Elves seated at it, ignoring their curious gazes. Her golden head barely reached the top of it, yet she did not seem to notice. She made her way to the head of the table, where Thranduil was standing, and stopped. She craned her head to look him in the eye, and placed her hands on her hips.
Thranduil looked down into her glaring blue eyes, his eyebrows nearly disappearing into his hairline. Anáwiel stared steadily back; for the first time it was noticed she was wearing a great deal of jewelry, including a long rope of pearls that hung to her knees, and a long dress she needed to hold up so she would not trip.
"May I be so bold as to inquire the reason why you have interrupted?" Thranduil asked, sounding amused.
"Why didn't you come?" Anáwiel said, obviously hurt and angry. Thranduil was speechless; Anáwiel held up a piece of parchment to him as an explanation. He took it, and read aloud:
"The Lady Anáwiel requests your presence in her chambers at noon tomorrow for tea. Formal attire must be worn."
Thranduil refolded the parchment gravely, and turned to one of the Elves seated next to him. The Elf searched for a moment through a stack of papers, and finally handed one to Thranduil. It was identical to the other he held in his hand; it had been unintentionally overlooked. He in turn showed it to Anáwiel, who nodded.
"It was today," Thranduil said softly. Elráwien watched uneasily as her sister nodded, fearing that any moment the king would have both her and her sister banished, or worse. Slowly, Thranduil turned from Anáwiel to the congregation seated before him.
"I apologize, my friends, but it seems this meeting must be continued later. A most pressing matter has presented itself." Anáwiel turned to one of the Royal Guards who was trying to pull her away, and kicked him in the shin, sticking her tongue out and smiling triumphantly. With that, the King Thranduil of Greenwood the Great took Anáwiel's hand and led her out to her room, leaving behind several confused Elves, and one very relived Elf, grateful that she had not been fed to the spiders dwelling in the surrounding forests, to attend a tea party.
My eyes snap into focus, and I sit upright, my chest heaving. I lay back down, rolling onto my stomach, muffling my sobs in my pillow. Every year, it comes back to haunt me, in my dreams, where I cannot escape it. When will it end?