Of Such Sweet Love Chapter 6
It's me again. Sorry that updates are rather infrequent, but you see, I am in the International Baccalaureate program, and I am in gr 9, but I am doing gr 11 work, AS WELL as gr 9, so you can understand the inconsistency.
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A.N I think I've been forgetting my disclaimers again. If I ever forget again, the first reviewer to tell me so will receive 3 marshmallows!!!
Disclaimer: I don't own, you don't sue, and we're both happy... I think... this could require some serious thought...
ACTUALLY, I do own Ciryaher, Falastur, and Ondoher (and this plot line)
This chapter has a bit of sadness, and some jealously and ... wait, I wont tell you...
This chapter is dedicated to cinderella72 one of my very best friends!
Chapter 6. Jealousy?
Where we left off...
Arwen hugged him and then the two proceeded to give full justice to the delicious, simple picnic.
After their picnic the elf's decided to go for a walk. Holding hands they walked at the edge of the trees.
"Would you like to go and sit by the stream?" Arwen took Legolas' hand and tried to lead him into the trees.
"No melda I would like to walk in the sunlight for a while. It is a beautiful day."
Arwen laughed. "All right, all right. The sun it is then."
Walking through the gardens bordered by a beautiful river the elf's walked in silence. The silver river wove its way down a hill and through an old garden. The old water garden had not been in use since Arwen's mother, Celebrian, crossed into the West.
Arwen walked through the garden, carefully touching an evening rose with her fingertips. "The garden has gone wild. I used to play here when I was little. My mother used to care for this garden. When she... was taken, Ada wouldn't let the gardeners touch it. He said only she had ever taken care of the flowers, and only she ever would. When she crossed to Valar Ada stayed in the garden for hours on end, every day. Then, I don't know why, but he never came back. I think it reminds him too much of Amar."
Arwen paused to run her hand gently over the back of an ornately carved bench. "I wish...I wish it would remind me of her. Sometimes I have trouble recalling her face. She used to push me on the swing."
Arwen kneeled by a large gnarly tree. At the base of it was a wooden swing. The ropes had frayed and the swing had fallen.
Legolas pulled her to her feet and enveloped her in a hug. "You don't need a garden to remind you of your mother. You have her face. Your fathers hair, but your mothers face."
Later in the evening, Legolas and Arwen returned to the Homely House. "I would not like to press your fathers hospitality too far. Missing two feasts in my honour would, in all likelihood, make him punish me as if I was still a child. And send me to my room with a sore bottom." Legolas laughed.
When they returned to the house, Arwen was whisked away by two of her maids to change for the feast. Legolas made his way to his rooms and found that all his clothes had been brought up. His feast clothes were laid on his bed. Along with a note from Elrond.
Legolas,
Your feast has been turned into a ball. Many guests have arrived from all over Middle Earth. I would greatly appreciate your presence. And my daughters.
Elrond
Legolas chuckled.
After a quick wash he changed his clothes and made his way down to the hall. Finding it filled with elves, and creatures from all of Middle Earth he made his way around the wall until he came upon Elrond.
"Ah, Legolas, you have chosen to grace us with your presence. May I introduce Lord Ondoher, and his wife, Falastur, and their daughter, Ciryaher."
Ciryaher was a beautiful elf. She had long golden hair, waved and intricately braided. She wore a dancing gown. A beautiful shade of purple that set of her rare amethyst eyes. A beautiful dress.
Elrond continued his introductions, "My lord, ladies, May I introduce Legolas Greenleaf, prince of Mirkwood."
Ciryaher curtsied low, "My lord, I have heard of you many times but never have I met the prince of my land. It is an honour."
Legolas spoke with her for a few minutes. They spoke of Mirkwood, and Lorien. Then the talk turned to the feast, then the dancing after it. "I am sorry my lady, but I must speak to the other guests before dinner." Ciryaher took his hand.
"Please speak with me just a little longer, my lord. It is wonderful to speak with someone who knows Mirkwood." Legolas shook his head. Ciryaher tilted her head on one side coyly, "You will save me a dance though won't you?" She aimed a simpering smile at him.
Legolas noticed a group of elf-women enter the hall and bowed, "It is an honour to have met you, but sadly, I must go speak to, someone..." Legolas turned, after excusing himself from Elrond's presence he hurried across the hall.
Ciryaher noticed to whom he was heading towards and her beautiful eyes flashed angrily.
Arwen, entering the hall noticed two things: Firstly, Legolas striding towards her, weaving through the crowd. Secondly, a beautiful elf maiden who Legolas had obviously just departed from, glaring from him to her with amethyst eyes.
Legolas drew up beside her. "You look beautiful."
Arwen turned her head, "Thank you my lord. And who is the lady?"
Legolas craned his neck and looked over her head in the direction she gestured. "Who? Ciryaher? Her, she's just an elf I met tonight. Your father introduced us. May I escort you to the table?" Elf's were starting to head to the huge banquet tables.
'Ah,' thought Arwen. 'Ciryaher.' Ciryaher and Arwen were, acquaintances. They had met through their fathers many years before. Neither was very firm friends with each other.
Legolas, with Arwen on his arm, proceeded to the table. Arwen went to kiss her father and speak to him for a moment. Elrond sat at the head of the table; Legolas was to sit on his left, and Ondoher on his right. Arwen meant to sit next to Legolas, but before she could be seated, Ciryaher took the seat next to Legolas.
Arwen's eyes narrowed dangerously. Ciryaher gave her a victorious glance, before turning to Legolas and trying to engage him in conversation.
Legolas instead turned his head and looked for Arwen. Seeing her seated on the other side of the table, he caught her eye and grimaced. When Legolas turned to Elrond, Arwen flashed Ciryaher a triumphant look.
All through dinner Ciryaher tried to speak to Legolas, and every time Arwen would smoulder silently. Just at the start of dinner, Elrond called for Arwen and Ciryaher to come to him. When they reached the head of the table, Elrond smiled warmly at Ciryaher.
"Arwen, you remember Ciryaher, don't you?" Arwen nodded. Ciryaher exclaimed loudly: "Arwen! It's been so long since I've seen you!" Ciryaher glided over to her and hugged her. Elrond and Ondoher beamed at them.
Arwen gritted her teeth. "It really has been a long time."
(-Flashback-)
"Arwen, this is Ciryaher. She is the daughter of Lord Ondoher of Mirkwood. She and her family will be spending a time in Rivendell, in our House. I am sure you will be very good friends.
Arwen smiled at the elf girl standing in front of her Ada. She was very small and pretty. With large purple eyes.
"Why don't you go out to the garden to play?" Celebrian gave her daughter an affectionate hug and sent them to her private garden.
Arwen opened the gate carefully, and showed her new friend in. "This is my mothers SPECIAL garden. Only my amar and I are aloud to tend the flowers." Ciryaher barely glanced at her. Just strode through the gate.
"OOO!" she exclaimed, "a swing! May I go on?" with out waiting for an answer Ciryaher dashed over to Arwen's special swing.
Arwen frowned and followed her over. It was HER swing! Her own! But Ada had told her to be polite to all guests. And Ciryaher was supposed to be her new friend. But it was HER swing. So Arwen did what any 75-year-old elf would have done. She pushed Ciryaher off of her swing.
Ciryaher jumped up off the ground. "OUCH! That wasn't nice Arwen Undomiel!"
"But it's my swing. You're not aloud. Not on that swing."
Ciryaher put her hands on her hips. "But you hafto let me play on your swing if I want. I'm a guest. Sop there." She jumped on the swing and stuck her tongue out at Arwen.
Arwen scrunched up her forehead in a frown and bit her tongue between her teeth.
Eventually Ciryaher got tired of the swing and she wandered around the garden. Swinging slowly on the swing Arwen watched her warily. Ciryaher paused to smell a flower. "My grandmother brought those rose seeds from Lorien. They are the only ones in Rivendell. My mother planted them. Don't touch the flowers though!" Arwen called, "Be careful."
Ciryaher narrowed her eyes. Then she took hold of a rose, carefully avoiding the thorns. Sneered at Arwen, and broke it off.
"No! You're not aloud to do that! Stop!" Arwen leapt of her swing and ran over to Ciryaher. Ciryaher dodged around her and tore a petal off. Then another. She tore the rose apart and threw it in Arwen's face.
Arwen sat on the ground and cried. "Those are my Nanar's flowers. You're not aloud to touch them."
Ciryaher laughed. "Only babies cry. Arwen, you're a baby! Baby! Baby!"
Furious, Arwen stood up and slapped Ciryaher as hard across the face as she could. Ciryaher fell over from the force. She stood up and hit Arwen in the mouth. The two girls were rolling around in the dirt when Lord Elrond and Lord Ondoher came up the path to see what the screams were about.
The hurried into the garden and pulled the furious elleths apart. As soon as she and Arwen were detached, Ciryaher buried her face in her Ada's robe. "Ada! She hit me! And I didn't do anything! All I did was smell a rose. It was dead, and it smelt bad anyway! The she jumped on me! And it's all her fault! I hate her! I don't like Arwen Ada! I want to go home! Now!"
Lord Ondoher picked up his daughter. "Elrond, I'm sure she will be fine in a while, but I don't know if I want her to play with Arwen anymore. I don't think they get along." Ondoher set off down the path.
Elrond knelt in front of Arwen. "Is that what really happened Arwen?" Arwen shook her head. And still holding the remains of the broken rose she threw herself into her Ada's arms. Looking down the path she could see Ciryaher's nasty, sneering face over her Ada's shoulder.
(-End Flashback-)
Elrond smiled at them. "Will you two like to serve the opening wine? It's tradition for the Lord's daughter to do it, but there are many people here, and you are both the daughters of a lord."
They nodded their consent. Leading Ciryaher over to the kitchen door, Arwen received a pitcher of dark red wine. After Ciryaher received hers they turned to the table. The cook called out to Arwen, "Careful Arwen my lady, don't spill any of that wine on your beautiful white dress, it will stain."
Ciryaher got a calculating look in her eyes. They moved around the table, pouring the wine, and blessing the food. When they got to the head, they both hurried to be the one to pour for Legolas. Arwen got their first. As she stood next to his chair, Ciryaher pushed Arwen quickly from behind. Arwen fell face first to the floor, landing in a puddle of wine. Ciryaher's own wine fell from her hands and splashed all over Arwen.
"O dear Arwen! You tripped! Your beautiful dress! Let me help you up." Ciryaher smirked in Arwen's face as she put on a concerned smile for the fathers. "She slipped!"
Arwen growled, and taking hold of Ciryaher's hand, pulled her down next to her in the puddle of wine.
"HOW DARE YOU! I only tried to help!"
Arwen screamed back at her, "HA! TRIED TO HELP! I'M SURE! Well let me help you now!" Standing Arwen grabbed a bowl of blackberry pudding and dumped it all over Ciryaher's head.
Screaming in fury the daughter of Lord Ondoher leapt onto Arwen, falling to the floor the elleths pummelled and scratched, shrieking in fury.
END OF CHAPTER 6!
So how'd you like it? A little bit of a cat fight there! WOOT! GO ARWEN! Looks like Arwen got a little bit of competition eh? Lets look at the stats! When you review (which im wure you all will do) vote for who will win Legolas' fair heart:
In one corner we have Ciryaher! Beautiful, slim, blonde, amethest eyes. The only daughter of Lord Ondoher, One of the Lords of Mirkwood, Legolas' own realm. She's a schemy little witch-with-a-capital-B and she's out to ruing Arwen's life!
In the other corner we have the favorite, ARWEN UNDOMIEL! Legolas waves an Arwen flag around shes a brunette, tiny, delicate, and blue eyes. The only daughter and youngest child of Lord Elrond, of Rivendell. Grandaughter to Galadriel, queen of Lorien.
She's a lovely princess, kind, generous, but she has a temper! Don't play with her rose garden!
Review and vote! I'll give you marshmallows!
Next chapter, see who wins the fight, who wins the dance, and who gets voted out of Rivendell!
Cheers! spencer (ha! This story is so much fun to write)