Chapter 5
Her dress was ruined. Saurheledion raised the delicately gold-stitched satin skirt to his eyes looking at the mud splatters and rips. No it was hopeless; this work of art had been tossed to the floor along with the precious pearls. He could sense his mistress in the next room, the only sound emitting from the room was her breathing as if trying to control her anger. He felt the anger well in him against the elf that did this to her and he did not even need to guess who it was. He rose up and gently pushed open the door. Nilalqua.megilien was in a chair, no emotion on her flawless face at all. When she had stepped out of her chambers earlier that day he thought his heart would stop in his chest from her radiating smile. Saurheledion tried to speak as he entered the room but found himself unable to utter a single syllable. He turned and shut the door. She whirled on Saurheledion at the noise. She looked, enraged, yes absolutely angry beyond words. He could feel his own face pale and he involuntarily took a step back in the face of the wrath before him.
"HOW COULD HE DO THAT TO ME!?" she cried in his face. "How could he not have had a feast ready for my imminent arrival in such a beautiful and secluded grotto? No, instead he stated he had no food and then just looked at me! How could he have done that to me?????" She finished her tirade by collapsing in a nearby loveseat. Saurheledion walked slowly over to his mistress hoping she would not yell again, such a beautiful voice was never meant to express anger, hate, or pain. After comforting his mistress he would kill the one who caused her such pain. When he kneeled down before her however her face was deadly calm. "What if he never thought that I would follow?" she mused. Saurheledion stayed perfectly still waiting to see what would now happen. What he saw made him audibly sigh with relief. Her mouth upturned into a smile and she gave a soft laugh, "that's it! On the practice fields he was simply trying to prove himself to me! And then, he realized he may have caused me discomfort." A slight frown crossed her face at the memory but it passed just as quickly as it had come and her eyes were shining as she continued, "Once he realized my discomfort he hid in the woods thinking that he would never see me again. That's why he wasn't prepared, that's why he reacted in short phrases. He was so shocked to have me follow him into the woods! That's it!" Saurheledion wasn't as sure of this version as his mistress seemed to be but he kept his council to himself for the time being. Nilalqua.megilien alighted from the love seat to her closet. She pulled out shimmering gown after shimmering gown trying to find the right one. "Go now sweet Saurheledion, all is far from lost. I do believe that the prince of Mirkwood has great interest and tonight it shall be finalized!" Saurheledion took his leave of his mistress and left to find this prince of Mirkwood.
"Not another one! In the name of all things sacred to all peoples please do not hold another feast!" Legolas had just come back to the palace in hopes of a quite supper and a night of reading. Lossen met him at the door and told him he'd better get dressed for the upcoming feast. Legolas had walked straight to his father's study with Lossen right behind him, an amused smile playing on his lips. Thrundril looked up and smiled at his son, "Legolas, you know better than I that it would be an insult to this . . . lady if we do not have a feast in her honor." Legolas exchanged a look with Lossen; the king could not pronounce her name either! Legolas sighed, "But surely father, could we not have one later, when she leaves?" Thrundril, well renowned for his great wisdom knew full well that the lady never intended to leave, against his hopes, he sighed again, "no son, it must be tonight. There is nothing to be done about it now anyway, the food is almost prepared. What would you have me do?" "Let the kitchen staff have the best dinner ever . . ." Legolas muttered. Thrundril frowned, he was not sure he liked the influence that his guest was having on his son. He finally smiled, "we must have the feast but I do believe we could have a fine feast even if the crown prince was absent." Legolas breathed out a sigh of relief and bowed to his father, "thank you"
A/N Thank you for the reviews I do love getting reviews!!!! *hint hint nudge nudge*
Her dress was ruined. Saurheledion raised the delicately gold-stitched satin skirt to his eyes looking at the mud splatters and rips. No it was hopeless; this work of art had been tossed to the floor along with the precious pearls. He could sense his mistress in the next room, the only sound emitting from the room was her breathing as if trying to control her anger. He felt the anger well in him against the elf that did this to her and he did not even need to guess who it was. He rose up and gently pushed open the door. Nilalqua.megilien was in a chair, no emotion on her flawless face at all. When she had stepped out of her chambers earlier that day he thought his heart would stop in his chest from her radiating smile. Saurheledion tried to speak as he entered the room but found himself unable to utter a single syllable. He turned and shut the door. She whirled on Saurheledion at the noise. She looked, enraged, yes absolutely angry beyond words. He could feel his own face pale and he involuntarily took a step back in the face of the wrath before him.
"HOW COULD HE DO THAT TO ME!?" she cried in his face. "How could he not have had a feast ready for my imminent arrival in such a beautiful and secluded grotto? No, instead he stated he had no food and then just looked at me! How could he have done that to me?????" She finished her tirade by collapsing in a nearby loveseat. Saurheledion walked slowly over to his mistress hoping she would not yell again, such a beautiful voice was never meant to express anger, hate, or pain. After comforting his mistress he would kill the one who caused her such pain. When he kneeled down before her however her face was deadly calm. "What if he never thought that I would follow?" she mused. Saurheledion stayed perfectly still waiting to see what would now happen. What he saw made him audibly sigh with relief. Her mouth upturned into a smile and she gave a soft laugh, "that's it! On the practice fields he was simply trying to prove himself to me! And then, he realized he may have caused me discomfort." A slight frown crossed her face at the memory but it passed just as quickly as it had come and her eyes were shining as she continued, "Once he realized my discomfort he hid in the woods thinking that he would never see me again. That's why he wasn't prepared, that's why he reacted in short phrases. He was so shocked to have me follow him into the woods! That's it!" Saurheledion wasn't as sure of this version as his mistress seemed to be but he kept his council to himself for the time being. Nilalqua.megilien alighted from the love seat to her closet. She pulled out shimmering gown after shimmering gown trying to find the right one. "Go now sweet Saurheledion, all is far from lost. I do believe that the prince of Mirkwood has great interest and tonight it shall be finalized!" Saurheledion took his leave of his mistress and left to find this prince of Mirkwood.
"Not another one! In the name of all things sacred to all peoples please do not hold another feast!" Legolas had just come back to the palace in hopes of a quite supper and a night of reading. Lossen met him at the door and told him he'd better get dressed for the upcoming feast. Legolas had walked straight to his father's study with Lossen right behind him, an amused smile playing on his lips. Thrundril looked up and smiled at his son, "Legolas, you know better than I that it would be an insult to this . . . lady if we do not have a feast in her honor." Legolas exchanged a look with Lossen; the king could not pronounce her name either! Legolas sighed, "But surely father, could we not have one later, when she leaves?" Thrundril, well renowned for his great wisdom knew full well that the lady never intended to leave, against his hopes, he sighed again, "no son, it must be tonight. There is nothing to be done about it now anyway, the food is almost prepared. What would you have me do?" "Let the kitchen staff have the best dinner ever . . ." Legolas muttered. Thrundril frowned, he was not sure he liked the influence that his guest was having on his son. He finally smiled, "we must have the feast but I do believe we could have a fine feast even if the crown prince was absent." Legolas breathed out a sigh of relief and bowed to his father, "thank you"
A/N Thank you for the reviews I do love getting reviews!!!! *hint hint nudge nudge*