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Adariel hadn't been too kind to him, despite his generosity. How could she feel anything but dislike towards him after he had caused such pain to her mother... to her family? But her uncle, Nurrinion, seemed to accept it for he said nothing.
Adariel had been given a lovely room in the chambers of Nurrinion, much grander then she had expected it to be. It matched the loveliness of every other room in his chambers and that was saying a lot for they were all quite extraordinary. Well lighted with dim golden colors painted on the walls, stone columns throughout the chambers, beautiful wooden carvings everywhere, and tiled flooring. Her bedroom matched the golden walls through out the chambers but there were no stone columns, only wooden ones with lovely engravings and designs. There was one window with light, lazy curtains falling over it, the afternoon's sun poring through it. To her delight, there was a small balcony that looked out onto the pleasant wood and beyond. (A/N: I'm really terrible at descriptions but I mean Nurrinion's chambers to look like Elrond's in FOTR, just a little less grand, and Adariel's like Frodo's room. See the gallery of Elrond's Chambers and Frodo's room in FOTR EE, I think on the first appendices disc. That's what I picture them to look like)
There was a knock at the opened door and then Nurrinion stepped in. If Adariel had never known him to be her mother's brother then she would have never guessed it possible for they looked nothing alike, save for the green eyes and light blonde hair.
"I hope everything is to your liking," he said. Adariel nodded but kept her mouth set on a firm line. Nurrinion sensed her unwelcoming but stayed none the less. "I've gotten you a few gowns, a welcome to your new home present, if you would like to a call them that," he said with a little chuckle but Adariel found nothing in the sort amusing, actually she found it rather insulting. Her new home. This would never be her home. Her home was in her village, her home was with her sister and parents. If Nurrinion noticed her fury then he hid it well for he continued on joyfully. "Well, I'll let you get settled in. If you need anything let me know. If you wish, you may have dinner in your room tonight. I imagine you must be quite tired from your journey and the... recent events. And if you wish to bathe," he said. "It's just across the hall from you." With that he left her alone to settle her self in.
It hadn't taken her long to get organized for she hadn't brought with her many belongings, only clothing and her most precious items. If she could have, she would have brought the entire contents of her large house. With nothing else to do she decided to take a bath and waist away the rest of the afternoon in the bathing room and hopefully drown her self before dinner.
Nurrinion left his study to answer the knock at the front door. He was surprised to see the prince there, covered in mud with his bow and an empty quiver strapped to his back. candlelight
"Legolas," he said a little uncertainly. "Suilad," he added with a laugh and bid him to come in. (Greetings). "I haven't been honored with your company in what feels like ages and of all the days you show up you are covered in mud! Tell me, what do I owe the honor?"
Legolas breathed a laugh and then said, "It has been long, my lord. And I am sorry to come to you in this state, but I was hoping I would find Ithilrin here? I passed by his chambers and he was not there—"
"Yes, yes he is here. He dropped off my sister's daughter and will be staying for dinner."
"Yes, I heard of the news, and I am sorry. How is she, the girl?" Legolas asked. Nurrinion nodded gravely and sighed.
"She will adapt, but this is all such a change for her...and loosing all her family at once. It's quite a tragedy." There was a moment of silence where Nurrinion reflected on the loss of his younger sister and Legolas kept the silence in a manner of respect.
"Well, I best get him," the elder elf said on a happier note. Nurrinion was certainly a joyful character, always kind and energetic. "I believe he is in his former room resting. Oh, and Legolas, you may go wash your self off as best you can, if you'd like." Nurrinion gestured to the mud, covering the elf from head to toe.
Legolas smiled at his kindness and made his way towards the bathing room. Without even a second thought he walked in, not even considering the thought of anyone being in there. When he stepped into the darkened room, he stood there at the doorway in a daze, his eyes fixed on the girl in the bathtub. The curtains were closed, letting in no sunlight through the window, and only a single candle was lit. The light barely touched her features, but it gave her face shadows and a somber glow. At first she didn't notice him, but when her eyes locked with his he couldn't tare them away from hers. She said nothing, simply watched him with her gray eyes, as if challenging him to make his next move.
"Legolas?" called the voice of his friend from somewhere else in the chambers. Legolas reluctantly pulled his gaze away from the girl and left to greet Ithilrin, but not before throwing her one last look before closing the bathing room door. "What in bloody hell happened to you?" Ithilrin laughed when the prince emerged into the main room.
"Um, oh, it's a long story," he said, his mind distracted due to the thought of the girl. "Um, how is everything with your cousin?" Ithilrin looked at his friend curiously before uncertainly answering him.
"Fine, I suppose. We haven't really spoken; she's been in her room all day. Who can blame her, though? Legolas are you all right?" he asked, remarking how distracted his friend was. Legolas nodded and remarked he'd forgotten why he had wanted to speak with him in the first place.
Ithilrin laughed at this. He and his father had that same quality in common: laughter. "Very well. But you will join us for dinner, won't you? I know it would please my father. And then perhaps you will remember what you needed me for."
Legolas accepted the offer, not out of politeness or for his own pleasure, for he in fact had another dinner scheduled that night. He was staying because it was not the first time he had come across that girl before, and he certainly wasn't going to make it his last. He needed answers...now.
"What do you mean he's canceling dinner? For what?" Turiniel demanded.
"I'm sorry, my lady, but that is all he said," the poor she-elf said and then quickly left the chambers of Turiniel before she had a chance to say anything else to her.
a/n: I know this chapter was a little short but I'm working all week so I don't have a lot of time to write. Next chapter will hopefully be longer...and better. See that button on the bottom of the page? Yea that one. Click that and review!
Adariel hadn't been too kind to him, despite his generosity. How could she feel anything but dislike towards him after he had caused such pain to her mother... to her family? But her uncle, Nurrinion, seemed to accept it for he said nothing.
Adariel had been given a lovely room in the chambers of Nurrinion, much grander then she had expected it to be. It matched the loveliness of every other room in his chambers and that was saying a lot for they were all quite extraordinary. Well lighted with dim golden colors painted on the walls, stone columns throughout the chambers, beautiful wooden carvings everywhere, and tiled flooring. Her bedroom matched the golden walls through out the chambers but there were no stone columns, only wooden ones with lovely engravings and designs. There was one window with light, lazy curtains falling over it, the afternoon's sun poring through it. To her delight, there was a small balcony that looked out onto the pleasant wood and beyond. (A/N: I'm really terrible at descriptions but I mean Nurrinion's chambers to look like Elrond's in FOTR, just a little less grand, and Adariel's like Frodo's room. See the gallery of Elrond's Chambers and Frodo's room in FOTR EE, I think on the first appendices disc. That's what I picture them to look like)
There was a knock at the opened door and then Nurrinion stepped in. If Adariel had never known him to be her mother's brother then she would have never guessed it possible for they looked nothing alike, save for the green eyes and light blonde hair.
"I hope everything is to your liking," he said. Adariel nodded but kept her mouth set on a firm line. Nurrinion sensed her unwelcoming but stayed none the less. "I've gotten you a few gowns, a welcome to your new home present, if you would like to a call them that," he said with a little chuckle but Adariel found nothing in the sort amusing, actually she found it rather insulting. Her new home. This would never be her home. Her home was in her village, her home was with her sister and parents. If Nurrinion noticed her fury then he hid it well for he continued on joyfully. "Well, I'll let you get settled in. If you need anything let me know. If you wish, you may have dinner in your room tonight. I imagine you must be quite tired from your journey and the... recent events. And if you wish to bathe," he said. "It's just across the hall from you." With that he left her alone to settle her self in.
It hadn't taken her long to get organized for she hadn't brought with her many belongings, only clothing and her most precious items. If she could have, she would have brought the entire contents of her large house. With nothing else to do she decided to take a bath and waist away the rest of the afternoon in the bathing room and hopefully drown her self before dinner.
Nurrinion left his study to answer the knock at the front door. He was surprised to see the prince there, covered in mud with his bow and an empty quiver strapped to his back. candlelight
"Legolas," he said a little uncertainly. "Suilad," he added with a laugh and bid him to come in. (Greetings). "I haven't been honored with your company in what feels like ages and of all the days you show up you are covered in mud! Tell me, what do I owe the honor?"
Legolas breathed a laugh and then said, "It has been long, my lord. And I am sorry to come to you in this state, but I was hoping I would find Ithilrin here? I passed by his chambers and he was not there—"
"Yes, yes he is here. He dropped off my sister's daughter and will be staying for dinner."
"Yes, I heard of the news, and I am sorry. How is she, the girl?" Legolas asked. Nurrinion nodded gravely and sighed.
"She will adapt, but this is all such a change for her...and loosing all her family at once. It's quite a tragedy." There was a moment of silence where Nurrinion reflected on the loss of his younger sister and Legolas kept the silence in a manner of respect.
"Well, I best get him," the elder elf said on a happier note. Nurrinion was certainly a joyful character, always kind and energetic. "I believe he is in his former room resting. Oh, and Legolas, you may go wash your self off as best you can, if you'd like." Nurrinion gestured to the mud, covering the elf from head to toe.
Legolas smiled at his kindness and made his way towards the bathing room. Without even a second thought he walked in, not even considering the thought of anyone being in there. When he stepped into the darkened room, he stood there at the doorway in a daze, his eyes fixed on the girl in the bathtub. The curtains were closed, letting in no sunlight through the window, and only a single candle was lit. The light barely touched her features, but it gave her face shadows and a somber glow. At first she didn't notice him, but when her eyes locked with his he couldn't tare them away from hers. She said nothing, simply watched him with her gray eyes, as if challenging him to make his next move.
"Legolas?" called the voice of his friend from somewhere else in the chambers. Legolas reluctantly pulled his gaze away from the girl and left to greet Ithilrin, but not before throwing her one last look before closing the bathing room door. "What in bloody hell happened to you?" Ithilrin laughed when the prince emerged into the main room.
"Um, oh, it's a long story," he said, his mind distracted due to the thought of the girl. "Um, how is everything with your cousin?" Ithilrin looked at his friend curiously before uncertainly answering him.
"Fine, I suppose. We haven't really spoken; she's been in her room all day. Who can blame her, though? Legolas are you all right?" he asked, remarking how distracted his friend was. Legolas nodded and remarked he'd forgotten why he had wanted to speak with him in the first place.
Ithilrin laughed at this. He and his father had that same quality in common: laughter. "Very well. But you will join us for dinner, won't you? I know it would please my father. And then perhaps you will remember what you needed me for."
Legolas accepted the offer, not out of politeness or for his own pleasure, for he in fact had another dinner scheduled that night. He was staying because it was not the first time he had come across that girl before, and he certainly wasn't going to make it his last. He needed answers...now.
"What do you mean he's canceling dinner? For what?" Turiniel demanded.
"I'm sorry, my lady, but that is all he said," the poor she-elf said and then quickly left the chambers of Turiniel before she had a chance to say anything else to her.
a/n: I know this chapter was a little short but I'm working all week so I don't have a lot of time to write. Next chapter will hopefully be longer...and better. See that button on the bottom of the page? Yea that one. Click that and review!