Chapter 7 Picnicing
Very carefully she took off her dress and draped it over her bed. Walking over to her wardrobe, she picked out another, less fancy, dress. The dress was yellow and hung loosely. It had cleavage to it with long sleeves and a flowing bottom. Around her neck hung her necklace, and around her waist was another of the jewels on a chain. It was beautiful and matched the color of the sun outside.
"Woo, I've really let Gandalf rub off on me," she thought out loud. "I never thought I'd live to see the day when I chose a dress over breeches for an outing." She sighed and turned to leave.
She made her way down to the stables, stopping only to grab a blanket for the three to sit upon. Legolas and Arwen were already there, waiting by Vanesse's stable. They turned to look at her as she came in.
"You ready to go?" asked Arwen.
The food was already loaded onto the horses. The mounted their horses and rode out a ways to a meadow type area.
The wind was blowing softly over the tall grasses and flowers. The sun was high in the pale blue sky. "Now this," she thought to herself, "is home."
Dismounting, they unloaded the horses. Dia spread out the blanket while Arwen and Legolas unpacked the food.
Nothing much was said while they ate.
"Hmm." mumbled Dia. She got to her feet and skipped off.
"What are you doing?" Arwen called at her.
Dia said nothing and kept going. She came back a few moments later with an armful of flowers. Smiling broadly she threw them down in the center of the now cleared blanket. Both Arwen and Legolas looked at her questioningly.
"Weave," she stated plainly, pulling out a few here and there. Arwen followed her lead and pulled out a few as well. "So. what do you want to talk about?"
"What did you do while you were away?" Legolas asked eagerly.
She laughed. "Well that's a broad question; what specifically do you wish to know?"
"Where did you go?"
"Well I traveled every where. As far east west north, and even south; but I mainly spent my time in The White City or Isenguard with the wizards. You know the two young men I travel with?"
They nodded.
"I have known the men of their families for over 200 years now; I grew up with most of them." She sighed. "Those little boys are dear to my heart. But they will pass on just as did their many fathers before them."
"It is a sad like the mortals live."
Legolas nodded dumbly, no longer paying attention to what either was saying. His focus was and Dia's hand; weaving madly, and she wasn't even paying attention to what she was doing.
Mystified at how fast her hands were moving, he asked, "H- How do you do that?"
She laughed, looking to at her hands. "You see," she said speaking to him like a child. "I have certain talents; unlike certain people, who cannot even control their dreams. (*cough*Legolas*cough*)" His head shot up, nose flared. "Woo! I think I'm coming down with something."
He flashed his eyes playfully.
"Hmm," she mumbled, placing her finger to her lips dropping the flowers.
She laughed as she jumped up and started running away. Legolas sat still for a moment. Arwen gave him a odd look, but he paid no heed to it. Other than saying, "I feel that need to give her a head start."
As soon as he finished explaining he jumped up and went after her.
She turned around and saw him gaining on her. Damn he was fast! Too bad she was in a dress.
A few moments later he had caught up to her. He grabbed a hold of her and pulled her to the ground. They rolled around for a little before he stopped on top of her. She was laughing hysterically.
"You," he laughed as she threw her hands above her head, "are the biggest mischief maker I have even met before, and that's saying something, seeing as who my brothers are."
"Yes, but at least I'm cute."
"Ha, at least"
Throwing her arms around his neck she let out a very dramatic sigh.
"Oh how good it is to be back."
"It is wonderful to have to back."
"I know, whilst I was away not of this would have been acceptable. The court at Gondor was quite strict when it came for how I was to act, or rather how Gandalf said I was act."
Before he could say anything to her statement, both Arwen and one of the king's guards were upon them. Dia, smiling slightly, looked up into the face of the guard.
All in one simultaneous movement, she: rolled Legolas odd of her, jumped up, threw her arms around the guard, and excitedly yelled: "Halman!"
Halman had been almost like a grandfather to her.
"You get here and you don't come say hi. I feel as though you no longer love me selda," he said embracing her tightly.
"How could I not love you," she planted a big kiss on his cheek.
They separated from the embrace, but Halman kept his hands on her shoulders. "I do not think your mentor would be very happy with your carelessness."
"Oh he isn't my mentor; and besides, it is more care-freeness that carelessness. Gandalf is mentor; Saruman is just a grumpy old man. Not saying that Gandalf can't have his bad days; but he is just like a big teddy bear when you get his good side."
Halman looked on her kindly. "The king has been, of course, watching you three, and he wishes you three to come back in one hour's time to get ready for the celebration."
"That we will do," said Dia skipping back off to the picnic blanket.
She immediately picked up her flowers and started weaving once more. Shortly after Arwen and Legolas joined her as Halman made his way back to the Hall.
A/N: I know it may seems if they laugh a lot, but wouldn't you if you hadn't seen your friends in 130 years. Any ways, I'm right in the middle of writing and typing two stories, this and a Harry Potter one. So I'm sorry if it takes a while for me to update. Please tell me how you like it. I might just make me go fast if you review, I'll be very pleased and want to please back. I'm completely open for suggestions or any thing of the sort. Thanks a bunch for reading! -HaydenOrliBabe
Very carefully she took off her dress and draped it over her bed. Walking over to her wardrobe, she picked out another, less fancy, dress. The dress was yellow and hung loosely. It had cleavage to it with long sleeves and a flowing bottom. Around her neck hung her necklace, and around her waist was another of the jewels on a chain. It was beautiful and matched the color of the sun outside.
"Woo, I've really let Gandalf rub off on me," she thought out loud. "I never thought I'd live to see the day when I chose a dress over breeches for an outing." She sighed and turned to leave.
She made her way down to the stables, stopping only to grab a blanket for the three to sit upon. Legolas and Arwen were already there, waiting by Vanesse's stable. They turned to look at her as she came in.
"You ready to go?" asked Arwen.
The food was already loaded onto the horses. The mounted their horses and rode out a ways to a meadow type area.
The wind was blowing softly over the tall grasses and flowers. The sun was high in the pale blue sky. "Now this," she thought to herself, "is home."
Dismounting, they unloaded the horses. Dia spread out the blanket while Arwen and Legolas unpacked the food.
Nothing much was said while they ate.
"Hmm." mumbled Dia. She got to her feet and skipped off.
"What are you doing?" Arwen called at her.
Dia said nothing and kept going. She came back a few moments later with an armful of flowers. Smiling broadly she threw them down in the center of the now cleared blanket. Both Arwen and Legolas looked at her questioningly.
"Weave," she stated plainly, pulling out a few here and there. Arwen followed her lead and pulled out a few as well. "So. what do you want to talk about?"
"What did you do while you were away?" Legolas asked eagerly.
She laughed. "Well that's a broad question; what specifically do you wish to know?"
"Where did you go?"
"Well I traveled every where. As far east west north, and even south; but I mainly spent my time in The White City or Isenguard with the wizards. You know the two young men I travel with?"
They nodded.
"I have known the men of their families for over 200 years now; I grew up with most of them." She sighed. "Those little boys are dear to my heart. But they will pass on just as did their many fathers before them."
"It is a sad like the mortals live."
Legolas nodded dumbly, no longer paying attention to what either was saying. His focus was and Dia's hand; weaving madly, and she wasn't even paying attention to what she was doing.
Mystified at how fast her hands were moving, he asked, "H- How do you do that?"
She laughed, looking to at her hands. "You see," she said speaking to him like a child. "I have certain talents; unlike certain people, who cannot even control their dreams. (*cough*Legolas*cough*)" His head shot up, nose flared. "Woo! I think I'm coming down with something."
He flashed his eyes playfully.
"Hmm," she mumbled, placing her finger to her lips dropping the flowers.
She laughed as she jumped up and started running away. Legolas sat still for a moment. Arwen gave him a odd look, but he paid no heed to it. Other than saying, "I feel that need to give her a head start."
As soon as he finished explaining he jumped up and went after her.
She turned around and saw him gaining on her. Damn he was fast! Too bad she was in a dress.
A few moments later he had caught up to her. He grabbed a hold of her and pulled her to the ground. They rolled around for a little before he stopped on top of her. She was laughing hysterically.
"You," he laughed as she threw her hands above her head, "are the biggest mischief maker I have even met before, and that's saying something, seeing as who my brothers are."
"Yes, but at least I'm cute."
"Ha, at least"
Throwing her arms around his neck she let out a very dramatic sigh.
"Oh how good it is to be back."
"It is wonderful to have to back."
"I know, whilst I was away not of this would have been acceptable. The court at Gondor was quite strict when it came for how I was to act, or rather how Gandalf said I was act."
Before he could say anything to her statement, both Arwen and one of the king's guards were upon them. Dia, smiling slightly, looked up into the face of the guard.
All in one simultaneous movement, she: rolled Legolas odd of her, jumped up, threw her arms around the guard, and excitedly yelled: "Halman!"
Halman had been almost like a grandfather to her.
"You get here and you don't come say hi. I feel as though you no longer love me selda," he said embracing her tightly.
"How could I not love you," she planted a big kiss on his cheek.
They separated from the embrace, but Halman kept his hands on her shoulders. "I do not think your mentor would be very happy with your carelessness."
"Oh he isn't my mentor; and besides, it is more care-freeness that carelessness. Gandalf is mentor; Saruman is just a grumpy old man. Not saying that Gandalf can't have his bad days; but he is just like a big teddy bear when you get his good side."
Halman looked on her kindly. "The king has been, of course, watching you three, and he wishes you three to come back in one hour's time to get ready for the celebration."
"That we will do," said Dia skipping back off to the picnic blanket.
She immediately picked up her flowers and started weaving once more. Shortly after Arwen and Legolas joined her as Halman made his way back to the Hall.
A/N: I know it may seems if they laugh a lot, but wouldn't you if you hadn't seen your friends in 130 years. Any ways, I'm right in the middle of writing and typing two stories, this and a Harry Potter one. So I'm sorry if it takes a while for me to update. Please tell me how you like it. I might just make me go fast if you review, I'll be very pleased and want to please back. I'm completely open for suggestions or any thing of the sort. Thanks a bunch for reading! -HaydenOrliBabe