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A/N: Thank you thank you thank you to ALL of my reviewers, your reviews seriously mean a lot to me! I also take your advice into consideration because I want to please my readers, and yet make a good story!
Ray- Legolas is able to run around without any protection because we are talking about MIDDLE EARTH, and at this point in time there isn't much violence or abductions or anyone really going after Legolas, not like in today's world.
Tasha- I agree, elves are immortal, so I mean that King Thranduil will soon give up the throne and stop reigning soon.
Sarobando - Thanks for your advice about Dellia, you'll have to wait to see if I actually added it into my story, hehehe.
Well Enjoy CHAPTER 4!
Description: The time has come for the royal ball, what will happen?
Chapter 4- The Royal Ball
When Legolas got home to the palace it was already late. He quickly hopped onto his balcony and was entering his room when he saw a shadowed figure. It was his father.
"Son? Son, is that you?" King Thranduil asked anxiously
"Yes, Father, What do you need?" Legolas asked, wondering why his father was in his room at this time of night.
"Well, I understand why you are so mad about me springing this royal ball on you last minute. So I've decided that if you really don't want to have it, you don't have to." King Thranduil said patiently.
Legolas thought about this for a moment. He really didn't want to have this ball, and especially if Larien and Dellia were going, he didn't want them to find his true identity. That's when it dawned on him, he could still have the ball, but it will be a MASQUERADE ball! That way, he can still meet all the young ladies and entertain, but Larien and Dellia will never know it is he, Legolas. He smiled at this idea.
"Well Father, I think that I'll still have the ball, but is it to late to change it to a masquerade ball?" Legolas asked thoughtfully.
"Well...of course! That's a great idea, I'll tell the messengers to send out a notice as soon as possible!" King Thranduil smiled at Legolas and hugged him, "Good night son." With that he walked out and closed Legolas's door.
Legolas slumped up against the wall and sat on the ground. What did he just get himself into?
-Dear Larien, Lady of Seremella We have sent this letter to inform you of a change in the Royal Ball. It is now a masquerade ball. Therefore, you will be required to wear a full- face mask. It doesn't have to cover your mouth, or your eyes, but it needs to cover most of your face. At the end of the ball, you will be asked to remove your mask. Thank you for your time,
King Thranduil of Mirkwood.
Larien stared at the letter. She didn't mind that it was going to be a masquerade ball, it was just a little late notice, and what was with the revealing at the end? That was a bit strange. The ball was going to be held 2 days from now. She quickly put on a cloak and boots and ran outside to Nellas. There she hopped onto him and rode towards Dellia's house, she always knew what to wear. Larien approached Dellia's house a few minutes later and knocked on the door. Dellia answered the door.
"Hey Larien, come on in." Dellia said warmly. "Did you get the letter? About the masquerade ball?"
"Yeah, that's why I'm here, I don't know which kind or which one to buy, and can you please help me? I'm fashionable challenged" Larien said.
"Of course I'll help you, you are my best friend, and come on we can go now." Dellia answered.
"Thank you so much!" Larien answered grateful.
About an hour later Dellia and Larien came back from town with the prettiest masks they found at an old thrift shop. Dellia insisted they bring it back to her house and modify them with sequins, fabrics that matched their dresses, ribbons, and others. Larien's mask covered up her whole forehead and then stopped under her nose, exposing her lips. Dellia said that Larien's best feature was her lips, and she should show them off.
Dellia's mask was a bit smaller than Larien's. It only covered her Eyes and forehead, leaving her nose and lips exposed. Larien said that it was going against the rules and didn't cover most of her face, but Dellia didn't listen saying she was to legalistic.
Finally the day of the ball came. Both Larien and Dellia were overly excited and couldn't wait. They quickly got dressed into their gowns, did their hair and Dellia did her make-up, Larien insisted on going au naturel. They put their masks on and they walked to the palace. The walk wasn't all that bad, they just had to go through the forest and just followed all the hordes of young elves coming. When they arrived at the palace they stood in amazement. There in front of them stood a five-story castle, much like the one in Rivendell and Lothlorien. It was surrounded by different kinds of trees and it had many little intricate designs and carvings throughout the walls. It had about 3 towers and many different openings and crevices. It wasn't just your boring plain old castle, it was magnificent. It shone with a brilliant green shade and glistened in the moonlight. They quickly got in line to enter.
Once inside, it was simple, yet elegant. The floors were just of plain dirt but the walls were made of wood that looked like trees instead of plain pillars. There was an orchestra playing beautiful music, like birds singing in the air. On the throne sat the queen and king of Mirkwood, and the Prince was nowhere in sight. Dellia pushed her way into the door and dragged Larien with her.
"Oh..My..Gosh...this place is so beautiful! Can you imagine LIVING here?" Dellia asked excitedly. Larien just shook her head.
"And now ladies, the Prince of Mirkwood!" One of the servants grandly announced. Everyone turned to the hallway and saw the Prince walk through into the room. He started to walk around and greet all of his guests.
"Wow...I think I'm in love." Dellia said a bit in awe.
"Dellia, how can you already be in love? You don't even know him! Or what his personality is like...not to mention you can barely see what he looks like! And what ever happened to Legolas, hmm?" Larien asked questioning.
"Psh, who cares about Legolas! This is the PRINCE we are talking about, think of it Larien, if I get married to him, I'd be a PRINCESS, then a Queen!! Besides, I've heard he is gorgeous." Dellia answered a bit annoyed. "Anyway, he is coming over here, how do I look?"
"Fine..." Muttered Larien.
"Hello ladies, how are you doing tonight?" The Prince asked.
"Oh..Just fabulous!!" Dellia chirped. "Tell me, about yourself!" Dellia linked arms with him and turned around to wink at Larien and left in the other direction. Larien could hear Dellia's shrill bouts of laughter all the way across the room. Although, even thought everyone was wearing masks, and she might've been a bit biased but she had to admit, Dellia was probably the best looking elf in the whole room.
Time passed and the elves began to waltz around the room. The prince was making rounds and dancing with everyone. Dellia didn't seem too happy about that, but she had to cope. Soon it came to be Larien's turn, but she didn't feel like it. She didn't care if the Prince liked her or not, she liked Legolas. She finally gave in and began to dance with the prince. She looked into his blue eyes and found that she felt a familiarity with him, but she couldn't understand it.
"So...Miss. Larien, do you feel as if you are already in love with me?" Legolas asked cockily. He smiled inwardly at his selfish question. He wanted to test Larien.
"No offense Prince, but I hardly know you, and personally until I get to know a person better, I can't necessarily love you. Now unlike my best friend Dellia, I'm sure you remember her, she is already in LOVE with you!" Larien decided to leave out the detail that it was only because he was a prince, she didn't want to hurt his feelings. "Also, I don't like you per say, because I already have feelings for someone else. You don't know him, he is a commoner like myself, but he is so funny, and sweet, and nice, and not to mention we have so much in common. Yet, he is in love with my best friend Dellia, and it totally stinks, because she likes you, not him. He probably only thinks of us as good friends." Suddenly Larien stopped talking, and realized that she just spilled her guts to this stranger prince. She let go of him and placed her hand over her mouth, so embarrassed. She ran away from him and into the garden outside.
Wow...who would've thought that Larien was in love with me? Legolas. Thank god she doesn't know that it's me. Oh well, I might as well dance with the next elf.
The ball was coming to an end and King Thranduil stood up and made an announcement. "All fellow elves, now is the time to take your masks off! To reveal who you all are, myself and my wife will also do this, and so will the prince."
"FATHER!! What are you DOING?!" Legolas ran up to his father. "You never said anything about taking off our masks!" Legolas was very worried, at this rate then Dellia and Larien will know his true identity, and Larien will know that he knows of her true feelings!
"Sorry Son, but I decided it was best this way." The king said.
Here it goes, thought Legolas, my death.
Slowly he took off his mask and he hears murmurs throughout the crowd of elves.
"OH MY GOSH!" he heard someone scream. It was Dellia. He looked in the direction of Larien who had buried her face in her hands. Soon all the elves had taken off their masks and were looking around.
Sensing some tension between Legolas and the elves he told all the others to go home.
Dellia and Larien walked up to Legolas and stared at him. "How could you have not told us? Why were you keeping it a secret?" Dellia inquired.
"I..I.." Legolas stuttered, they just didn't understand.
"Look, I don't want to hear it okay? Come on Larien." Dellia shoved Larien outside. Larien looked back to see Legolas looking really hurt, but what could she do about it? She was just as mad as Dellia, but more hurt, because she just told Legolas how she really felt. Larien was totally speechless. She never wanted to see him again, no matter how much that was going to hurt.
A/N: Thank you thank you thank you to ALL of my reviewers, your reviews seriously mean a lot to me! I also take your advice into consideration because I want to please my readers, and yet make a good story!
Ray- Legolas is able to run around without any protection because we are talking about MIDDLE EARTH, and at this point in time there isn't much violence or abductions or anyone really going after Legolas, not like in today's world.
Tasha- I agree, elves are immortal, so I mean that King Thranduil will soon give up the throne and stop reigning soon.
Sarobando - Thanks for your advice about Dellia, you'll have to wait to see if I actually added it into my story, hehehe.
Well Enjoy CHAPTER 4!
Description: The time has come for the royal ball, what will happen?
Chapter 4- The Royal Ball
When Legolas got home to the palace it was already late. He quickly hopped onto his balcony and was entering his room when he saw a shadowed figure. It was his father.
"Son? Son, is that you?" King Thranduil asked anxiously
"Yes, Father, What do you need?" Legolas asked, wondering why his father was in his room at this time of night.
"Well, I understand why you are so mad about me springing this royal ball on you last minute. So I've decided that if you really don't want to have it, you don't have to." King Thranduil said patiently.
Legolas thought about this for a moment. He really didn't want to have this ball, and especially if Larien and Dellia were going, he didn't want them to find his true identity. That's when it dawned on him, he could still have the ball, but it will be a MASQUERADE ball! That way, he can still meet all the young ladies and entertain, but Larien and Dellia will never know it is he, Legolas. He smiled at this idea.
"Well Father, I think that I'll still have the ball, but is it to late to change it to a masquerade ball?" Legolas asked thoughtfully.
"Well...of course! That's a great idea, I'll tell the messengers to send out a notice as soon as possible!" King Thranduil smiled at Legolas and hugged him, "Good night son." With that he walked out and closed Legolas's door.
Legolas slumped up against the wall and sat on the ground. What did he just get himself into?
-Dear Larien, Lady of Seremella We have sent this letter to inform you of a change in the Royal Ball. It is now a masquerade ball. Therefore, you will be required to wear a full- face mask. It doesn't have to cover your mouth, or your eyes, but it needs to cover most of your face. At the end of the ball, you will be asked to remove your mask. Thank you for your time,
King Thranduil of Mirkwood.
Larien stared at the letter. She didn't mind that it was going to be a masquerade ball, it was just a little late notice, and what was with the revealing at the end? That was a bit strange. The ball was going to be held 2 days from now. She quickly put on a cloak and boots and ran outside to Nellas. There she hopped onto him and rode towards Dellia's house, she always knew what to wear. Larien approached Dellia's house a few minutes later and knocked on the door. Dellia answered the door.
"Hey Larien, come on in." Dellia said warmly. "Did you get the letter? About the masquerade ball?"
"Yeah, that's why I'm here, I don't know which kind or which one to buy, and can you please help me? I'm fashionable challenged" Larien said.
"Of course I'll help you, you are my best friend, and come on we can go now." Dellia answered.
"Thank you so much!" Larien answered grateful.
About an hour later Dellia and Larien came back from town with the prettiest masks they found at an old thrift shop. Dellia insisted they bring it back to her house and modify them with sequins, fabrics that matched their dresses, ribbons, and others. Larien's mask covered up her whole forehead and then stopped under her nose, exposing her lips. Dellia said that Larien's best feature was her lips, and she should show them off.
Dellia's mask was a bit smaller than Larien's. It only covered her Eyes and forehead, leaving her nose and lips exposed. Larien said that it was going against the rules and didn't cover most of her face, but Dellia didn't listen saying she was to legalistic.
Finally the day of the ball came. Both Larien and Dellia were overly excited and couldn't wait. They quickly got dressed into their gowns, did their hair and Dellia did her make-up, Larien insisted on going au naturel. They put their masks on and they walked to the palace. The walk wasn't all that bad, they just had to go through the forest and just followed all the hordes of young elves coming. When they arrived at the palace they stood in amazement. There in front of them stood a five-story castle, much like the one in Rivendell and Lothlorien. It was surrounded by different kinds of trees and it had many little intricate designs and carvings throughout the walls. It had about 3 towers and many different openings and crevices. It wasn't just your boring plain old castle, it was magnificent. It shone with a brilliant green shade and glistened in the moonlight. They quickly got in line to enter.
Once inside, it was simple, yet elegant. The floors were just of plain dirt but the walls were made of wood that looked like trees instead of plain pillars. There was an orchestra playing beautiful music, like birds singing in the air. On the throne sat the queen and king of Mirkwood, and the Prince was nowhere in sight. Dellia pushed her way into the door and dragged Larien with her.
"Oh..My..Gosh...this place is so beautiful! Can you imagine LIVING here?" Dellia asked excitedly. Larien just shook her head.
"And now ladies, the Prince of Mirkwood!" One of the servants grandly announced. Everyone turned to the hallway and saw the Prince walk through into the room. He started to walk around and greet all of his guests.
"Wow...I think I'm in love." Dellia said a bit in awe.
"Dellia, how can you already be in love? You don't even know him! Or what his personality is like...not to mention you can barely see what he looks like! And what ever happened to Legolas, hmm?" Larien asked questioning.
"Psh, who cares about Legolas! This is the PRINCE we are talking about, think of it Larien, if I get married to him, I'd be a PRINCESS, then a Queen!! Besides, I've heard he is gorgeous." Dellia answered a bit annoyed. "Anyway, he is coming over here, how do I look?"
"Fine..." Muttered Larien.
"Hello ladies, how are you doing tonight?" The Prince asked.
"Oh..Just fabulous!!" Dellia chirped. "Tell me, about yourself!" Dellia linked arms with him and turned around to wink at Larien and left in the other direction. Larien could hear Dellia's shrill bouts of laughter all the way across the room. Although, even thought everyone was wearing masks, and she might've been a bit biased but she had to admit, Dellia was probably the best looking elf in the whole room.
Time passed and the elves began to waltz around the room. The prince was making rounds and dancing with everyone. Dellia didn't seem too happy about that, but she had to cope. Soon it came to be Larien's turn, but she didn't feel like it. She didn't care if the Prince liked her or not, she liked Legolas. She finally gave in and began to dance with the prince. She looked into his blue eyes and found that she felt a familiarity with him, but she couldn't understand it.
"So...Miss. Larien, do you feel as if you are already in love with me?" Legolas asked cockily. He smiled inwardly at his selfish question. He wanted to test Larien.
"No offense Prince, but I hardly know you, and personally until I get to know a person better, I can't necessarily love you. Now unlike my best friend Dellia, I'm sure you remember her, she is already in LOVE with you!" Larien decided to leave out the detail that it was only because he was a prince, she didn't want to hurt his feelings. "Also, I don't like you per say, because I already have feelings for someone else. You don't know him, he is a commoner like myself, but he is so funny, and sweet, and nice, and not to mention we have so much in common. Yet, he is in love with my best friend Dellia, and it totally stinks, because she likes you, not him. He probably only thinks of us as good friends." Suddenly Larien stopped talking, and realized that she just spilled her guts to this stranger prince. She let go of him and placed her hand over her mouth, so embarrassed. She ran away from him and into the garden outside.
Wow...who would've thought that Larien was in love with me? Legolas. Thank god she doesn't know that it's me. Oh well, I might as well dance with the next elf.
The ball was coming to an end and King Thranduil stood up and made an announcement. "All fellow elves, now is the time to take your masks off! To reveal who you all are, myself and my wife will also do this, and so will the prince."
"FATHER!! What are you DOING?!" Legolas ran up to his father. "You never said anything about taking off our masks!" Legolas was very worried, at this rate then Dellia and Larien will know his true identity, and Larien will know that he knows of her true feelings!
"Sorry Son, but I decided it was best this way." The king said.
Here it goes, thought Legolas, my death.
Slowly he took off his mask and he hears murmurs throughout the crowd of elves.
"OH MY GOSH!" he heard someone scream. It was Dellia. He looked in the direction of Larien who had buried her face in her hands. Soon all the elves had taken off their masks and were looking around.
Sensing some tension between Legolas and the elves he told all the others to go home.
Dellia and Larien walked up to Legolas and stared at him. "How could you have not told us? Why were you keeping it a secret?" Dellia inquired.
"I..I.." Legolas stuttered, they just didn't understand.
"Look, I don't want to hear it okay? Come on Larien." Dellia shoved Larien outside. Larien looked back to see Legolas looking really hurt, but what could she do about it? She was just as mad as Dellia, but more hurt, because she just told Legolas how she really felt. Larien was totally speechless. She never wanted to see him again, no matter how much that was going to hurt.