Nilalqua.megilien admired herself in the mirror as she brushed out
her hair slowly and with care. She let a soft sigh that left her rose-
petal lips like the first breath of spring. At once Saurheledion came to
her side like a faithful dog ever ready to do his beloved mistress's
bidding, "Mistress what causes you to be sad? Beauty such as yours was
never meant to know despair." Nilalqua.megilien gave a tragic smile to her
dear servant. He was in love with her; in her infinite wisdom she knew
this. "Dear Saurheledion. . . alas my beauty is great indeed and because
it is so I must find a prince who may match me in beauty as well as be a
skilled warrior, have the heart of a lion, be as fair as the sun when it
first brushes with the early sky, and love me as no creature, mortal or
immortal has ever been loved before. (Author interjection: Hmmm who could
she be talking about????)
Saurheledion felt his heart swell with love for the fair elf before him.
She truly did require perfection, and why shouldn't she when she came so
near it herself? However Saurheledion knelt before her and took her hand,
as soft as the breast of a dove and yet skilled in so many tasks he could
not count, "what shall you do fair mistress?" Nilalqua.megilien gave
another tragic smile, "I shall journey to Mirkwood for I have heard tails
of a mighty prince that dwells there, and perhaps he may be the answer to
my loneliness." Saurheledion looked up at her and his breath caught at the
sight of her wavy blond curls caught in the dying sun giving her an angelic
appearance; he could almost see a halo around her head. He felt his
resolve stiffen, (Author interjection: Yes his resolve stiffened and ONLY
his resolve, you sick people!) she would have perfection and he would see
to it that this prince deserved her. If he didn't then he could not allow
her to have anything short of a prince that worshiped her as he did. "I
shall accompany you my lady and see that no ill befalls you."
Nilalqua.megilien frowned, even her frown was beautiful for it did not
crease her perfect completion, "very well but I shall be armed myself."
Saurheledion smiled and rose, "I know my mistress, for I have never seen
another to match you in combat." Nilalqua.megilien turned and called over
her adorable shoulder, "come let us prepare!" and she laughed . . . like a
trickling brook.
Meanwhile: Legolas shot another pair of arrows into the targets placed at the other end of the field. "Legolas!" He looked up already a smile on his face as he recognized his friends' voice, "Lossen!" Actually his name was Lossencristen but Legolas and Lossen were such good friends that no one paid heed to the slight breech in protocol. The two embraced like brothers. "What news Lossen?" Lossen's face grew even brighter at the question, "we have a feast tonight," Legolas inwardly fought to keep his repulsion masked but Lossen saw that he quickly rolled his eyes. "It shouldn't be as bad as last time," Lossen repressed a smirk at the memory of when the dwarven lords came to visit and his only source on entertainment was watching his friend go slowly out of his mind trying to be polite. "This should be different there will be some travelers and they may bring news of your comrades," Legolas smiled at the thought, "is there anyone that we know in the party?" Lossen frowned now and spoke quietly, "Firreiel." Legolas laughed, "it will be good to see her again at least!" Lossen nodded glumly but Legolas caught it, "don't tell me you are still upset about what happened over two centuries ago?" "She never apologized!" Lossen jumped in but regained control of himself, "come on let's get ready and we'll have some fun despite who may be there." Legolas nodded and left with his friend to prepare for the banquet, hoping with all his being that Lossen was right.
A few days later Nilalqua.megilien crossed through the boarders of Mirkwood. Even after days of travel her hair still remained shiny and healthy with the faint sent of lavender hanging onto her tresses. She rode her white mare, windpacer, and behind her, ever watchful Saurheledion rode on his black steed, widowmaker. "When shall we reach the palace?" Saurheledion responded above the noise of the horses as they cantered through the silent forest, "soon my lady" (A/I actually he had no idea he just wanted to make her feel better) They rode on for a few more hours before even Nilalqua.megilien's amazing stamina began to waiver so she called a halt. Effortlessly she leapt from windpacers' wearing yards upon yards of satin fabric and alighted onto the ground as lightly as a snowflake in winter. Immediately Saurheledion flew to her side with a large feast already prepared complete with wine and warm bread. The two set about enjoying a picnic. When the two had almost finished when a party of Mirkwood guards came upon them. "Hold! What businesses have you here?" Saurheledions' hands went immediately to his waist where his hunting knife lay but his mistress held up her fair hand and explained, "good sirs we are here to see the prince of Mirkwood. I have traveled long from my home kingdom and would you be so good as to guide my companion and I as far as the palace?" She smiled an enchanting and engaging smile. The younger of the guards smiled back and took a step towards her but the elders face remained blank as he put his hand forth to restrain his younger companion. His voice was equally flat, "you will follow us please mistress." A little confused at his blank expression Nilalqua.megilien mounted her beloved mare in one graceful, fluid motion. They rode for another hour until all of a sudden there was a break in the trees and the royal palace towered above them. It was a natural cave but hand carved on the outside so it looked very grand indeed. Even Nilalqua.megilien could not withhold her approval; this place met even her high standards.
She entered into the palace as quietly as a mouse wit a fur cape around her to keep out the chill of the coming autumn. Legolas walked across the balcony wondering if he could escape to the archery fields when he smelled something odd. He sniffed; yes he distinctly smelled vanilla, cinnamon, gardenias, roses, and lavender, with a bit of myrrh, apples, cherries, forget-me-nots, lily of the valley, and frankincense, with the slightest hint of berries, lemon, sugar, and chocolate. (A/I: She smells a lot) He gazed down on her blond head and realized she must be a visitor for he never saw her before. Almost telepathically Nilalqua.megilien looked up at the prince and smiled. He gave a slight bow with his hand to his heart and left to make his way down to welcome them. His father however met them first. "Welcome to Mirkwood my lady. . ." "Nilalqua.megilien my lord." She sank into a graceful curtsey. Saurheledion was greatly reminded of a reed gently bowing to the wind as she made her curtsey and rose. "Yes and my lord" Thrundil gave a slight nod of the head in response to Saurheledion's bow to the knees. Legolas came down the grand staircase in time to receive an enchanting smile from the lady and a slight frown from her companion. "Legolas, my son, meet our guests. . . "Thrundil put his arm around his son and gestured to the pair to introduce themselves. Legolas looked first to the unhappy elf, "Saurheledion" he glumly introduced himself. Legolas nodded and turned to the lady whose smile had lost none of its charm, "I am the lady Nilalqua.megilien prince Legolas." She curtsied once again. Legolas bowed, "a pleasure to meat you lady . . . Nila." When she rose again her smile had lessened quite a bit at this butcher to her name. Must be an endearment she thought to herself and resumed her smile on full blast.
Meanwhile: Legolas shot another pair of arrows into the targets placed at the other end of the field. "Legolas!" He looked up already a smile on his face as he recognized his friends' voice, "Lossen!" Actually his name was Lossencristen but Legolas and Lossen were such good friends that no one paid heed to the slight breech in protocol. The two embraced like brothers. "What news Lossen?" Lossen's face grew even brighter at the question, "we have a feast tonight," Legolas inwardly fought to keep his repulsion masked but Lossen saw that he quickly rolled his eyes. "It shouldn't be as bad as last time," Lossen repressed a smirk at the memory of when the dwarven lords came to visit and his only source on entertainment was watching his friend go slowly out of his mind trying to be polite. "This should be different there will be some travelers and they may bring news of your comrades," Legolas smiled at the thought, "is there anyone that we know in the party?" Lossen frowned now and spoke quietly, "Firreiel." Legolas laughed, "it will be good to see her again at least!" Lossen nodded glumly but Legolas caught it, "don't tell me you are still upset about what happened over two centuries ago?" "She never apologized!" Lossen jumped in but regained control of himself, "come on let's get ready and we'll have some fun despite who may be there." Legolas nodded and left with his friend to prepare for the banquet, hoping with all his being that Lossen was right.
A few days later Nilalqua.megilien crossed through the boarders of Mirkwood. Even after days of travel her hair still remained shiny and healthy with the faint sent of lavender hanging onto her tresses. She rode her white mare, windpacer, and behind her, ever watchful Saurheledion rode on his black steed, widowmaker. "When shall we reach the palace?" Saurheledion responded above the noise of the horses as they cantered through the silent forest, "soon my lady" (A/I actually he had no idea he just wanted to make her feel better) They rode on for a few more hours before even Nilalqua.megilien's amazing stamina began to waiver so she called a halt. Effortlessly she leapt from windpacers' wearing yards upon yards of satin fabric and alighted onto the ground as lightly as a snowflake in winter. Immediately Saurheledion flew to her side with a large feast already prepared complete with wine and warm bread. The two set about enjoying a picnic. When the two had almost finished when a party of Mirkwood guards came upon them. "Hold! What businesses have you here?" Saurheledions' hands went immediately to his waist where his hunting knife lay but his mistress held up her fair hand and explained, "good sirs we are here to see the prince of Mirkwood. I have traveled long from my home kingdom and would you be so good as to guide my companion and I as far as the palace?" She smiled an enchanting and engaging smile. The younger of the guards smiled back and took a step towards her but the elders face remained blank as he put his hand forth to restrain his younger companion. His voice was equally flat, "you will follow us please mistress." A little confused at his blank expression Nilalqua.megilien mounted her beloved mare in one graceful, fluid motion. They rode for another hour until all of a sudden there was a break in the trees and the royal palace towered above them. It was a natural cave but hand carved on the outside so it looked very grand indeed. Even Nilalqua.megilien could not withhold her approval; this place met even her high standards.
She entered into the palace as quietly as a mouse wit a fur cape around her to keep out the chill of the coming autumn. Legolas walked across the balcony wondering if he could escape to the archery fields when he smelled something odd. He sniffed; yes he distinctly smelled vanilla, cinnamon, gardenias, roses, and lavender, with a bit of myrrh, apples, cherries, forget-me-nots, lily of the valley, and frankincense, with the slightest hint of berries, lemon, sugar, and chocolate. (A/I: She smells a lot) He gazed down on her blond head and realized she must be a visitor for he never saw her before. Almost telepathically Nilalqua.megilien looked up at the prince and smiled. He gave a slight bow with his hand to his heart and left to make his way down to welcome them. His father however met them first. "Welcome to Mirkwood my lady. . ." "Nilalqua.megilien my lord." She sank into a graceful curtsey. Saurheledion was greatly reminded of a reed gently bowing to the wind as she made her curtsey and rose. "Yes and my lord" Thrundil gave a slight nod of the head in response to Saurheledion's bow to the knees. Legolas came down the grand staircase in time to receive an enchanting smile from the lady and a slight frown from her companion. "Legolas, my son, meet our guests. . . "Thrundil put his arm around his son and gestured to the pair to introduce themselves. Legolas looked first to the unhappy elf, "Saurheledion" he glumly introduced himself. Legolas nodded and turned to the lady whose smile had lost none of its charm, "I am the lady Nilalqua.megilien prince Legolas." She curtsied once again. Legolas bowed, "a pleasure to meat you lady . . . Nila." When she rose again her smile had lessened quite a bit at this butcher to her name. Must be an endearment she thought to herself and resumed her smile on full blast.