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DISCLAIMER: I OWN NOTHING OF LORD OF THE RINGS (sadly)!
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Me...bored...decided to write...
ENJOY! REVIEW! ^^
P.s. Sorry if it gets a little Mary-Sueish here. But really, could you ever go live in someone else's house and just sit around all day while they waited on you? A) That would get boring after a while. B) It would be extremely uncomfortable and REALLY rude (to me, anyway).
Galadriel Greenleaf- I COMPLETELY agree. Glad that you like it ^^
ElvenGirl- I COMPLETELY (I seem 2 like that word today...) forgot that Aragorn was human. Oops. Oh well, let's just call it...author's license. ^^
B.T.W.- I reread my previous chapters & realized all my spelling and grammar mistakes. Sorry. But I really don't feel like fixin' 'em, so please just bear with me ^^ REVIEW!
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FAY'S P.O.V.
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A week or so later, I was quite situated. I hadn't really talked to Aragorn, Gimli, or Legolas since our little 'meeting'.
In this 'meeting' I'd explained everything that'd happened to me. They were skeptical at first, but after some time, got used to the idea.
In the meantime, I was invited to stay at the palace until they figured out a way for me to get home. At first, Legolas had me in a fairly nice room by Gimli and Aragorn. But I just felt so weird, having all those people wait on me, (not to mention, bored) that I insisted that I return Legolas's hospitality.
I gathered my few possessions and moved down to servants quarters. I was now officially a paid maid at the palace of Mirkwood.
Unfortunately, I'm quite a tomboy, and all the maids had hysterical fits when I tried to curtsy and fell flat on my rear.
Thus, they arranged 'classes' so to speak, for me. These 'classes' were to teach me how to be a 'lady'. To be frank, I hated these classes. My instructor's name was Lady Cirila. I suppose that this was appropriate because her name meant ladylike.
She was patient, and tried hard, but I'm NOT a good student in this field. Today, I was learning how to serve tea. "No, no Fay, dear. Try not to shake the pot so much, less you spill on the guest."
I held back a stream of swears, as alas, I spilled hot tea all over the table. She bit her lip, and I instantly grabbed a rag, trying desperately to clean the hopeless mess.
Sighing, she placed her hand on my arm. "Perhaps we should just work on your being able to walk properly, before we move on." I nodded, and she led me out of the room, down the hall, into another room.
On the walls of this room, was every type of cloth in every color that you can imagine. I sucked in my breath, gazing at it all. Lady Cirila smiled, and led me over to another woman, who was sitting in a chair, sewing an intricate pattern onto a midnight blue dress.
"Good afternoon Lady Lareea." Lady Cirila greeted. "Afternoon, and who is this young lady that you have with you?" She asked, referring to me. "This is Miss Fay." (I don't have a title yet). "She is in need of a few dresses.
I choked. "Dresses? I HATE dresses." They looked at me strangely, and then burst out laughing. I scowled.
"Don't be absurd, dear. EVERY lady wears a dress." I grumbled consistently under my breath, but allowed Lady Lareea to stand me on a stool and take my measurements.
"Hold up your arms, yes that's it." She ran the tape all along the length of my body, making little marks on a piece of paper. Finally, she walked over to a rack, and pulled down a white dress. This was the maids' uniform. It was, as I said, plain white, with a white sash, bell shaped sleeves (as was the elven fashion), and a soft velvet pair of slippers.
"Here you are, dear." She handed the soft garment to me, and led me to behind a screen. While I changed, she and Lady Cirila talked about something, occasionally taking glances to where I was changing.
When I stepped out, they applauded softly. "NOW you look the part." Lady Lareea smiled. "Not quite." Lady Cirila said, holding her chin in her hands. Then she took my shoulders, and sat me down on the stool.
She pulled the ponytail from my hair, gazing at it curiously. "A trinket from your world?" She asked. I nodded, and she reluctantly placed it aside. The two of them managed to produce a fancy brush from somewhere, and began playing with my hair.
It was combed and pulled up into various styles, before they finally chose one. They had it half up, half down. 'Oh what a surprise.' I thought sarcastically. They smiled. "THERE." Lady Lareea said, smiling. "Return tomorrow morning. I will have the others ready." She said to Lady Cirila.
"Other what?" I asked. "A lady does not ask needless questions." I was told simply. I sighed, and was led back to the 'classroom'.
The rest of the class was basically how to walk properly. She put books on my head, and the better that I did, the more that she added. I reached four books before they all collapsed. She put her small hand over her mouth delicately, trying to hide her amusement.
"Tomorrow we can walk outside. Perhaps the fresh air will help you..." She said. "As for now, goodnight." "YEAH!" I cheered, only to receive a stern look.
Grinning sheepishly, I managed my best curtsy in that horrid dress, and said this "Thank you, Milady, for your patience this day. I look forward to our meeting tomorrow. For now though, I bid you goodnight."
She smiled warmly. "I think you're getting it now."
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The next morning, she woke me up, really early. I slipped on my maid's uniform, and she led me to the seamstresses' room. When we got there, Lady Lareea was standing outside. I had no idea of the surprise that awaited me...
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Three brand new dresses. All cut and trimmed to my perfect size. I'd never had a better fit in my life. The design was the same as the maid's uniform, just different colors and more elaborate.
There was a garnet red one with gold trim, a dark green one with an arrow shaped brown waist, and a dark blue one with silver trim. Lady Lareea smiled happily as I tried each on. "No colors suit you better." She said. I grinned. Even if they WERE dresses, they DID look KINDA good- I guess.
Lady Cirila clapped her hands softly. "Come now, puts the uniform back on dear, we have much to work on today." She said.
I nodded, and stepped behind the screen. Quickly, I slipped the white, almost transparent, robe back on. "What do you say to the Lady Lareea, Miss Fay?" Lady Cirila tutored. I managed a small curtsy. "Thank you, SO much. The hard work and effort has not gone unnoticed or unappreciated." I smiled. She grinned. "Of course, dear. Good luck with your lessons today." "Thank you ma'am."
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"Chin up! Fay, dear, perhaps if I spoke in Sindarin, you'd understand me better?" Lady Cirila scolded. I sighed. The way Elven Maids were required to walk, reminded me of the way English riders had to sit in the saddle; chin up, chest forward, slightly curved back, good posture, delicate steps, polite smile, etc.
As Lauren had always said, act like a snob. I remember the first time she'd told me that, I'd laughed outright. Having someone tell you to act like a snob was a rare occasion.
Stirring in my own memories, I didn't hear my tutor, nor did I notice the Elf walking down the path- his nose in a book. "Fay, FAY!"
I didn't see him until I was right under his nose, literally. We crashed directly into each other. "Your highness!" I gasped. Legolas smiled. "Are you alright?" He asked, grinning with amusement. "I'm..."
Suddenly Lady Cirila stepped in front of me, dropping into a deep curtsy. "Your highness, I apologize for that little mishap. I'm afraid Miss Fay's head was in the clouds, AGAIN." She chuckled slightly, but I could tell me that she wasn't amused. I hate it when people put on an innocent act for people of higher power; I always feel like throwing up.
As was natural, I felt my stomach churning. It reminded me of that feeling that I got when my best friend used to maul her boyfriend in the cafeteria during lunch. Uh...
"That's quite alright." He smiled. Boy, he had a GREAT smile. I, on the other hand, had to suffer through braces for 2 ½ years; getting them tightened, SUCKED.
"Actually, I was just on my way to find Miss Fay." He said. "Y-you were?" Lady Cirila and I stuttered in unison. "Yes," he chuckled more. "I've not seen you since the day you arrived." "I've been very busy, your highness." "Oh, yes! That's right, you're a working woman." He smiled. "Should I take that as a compliment or an insult, your highness?" I asked.
He seemed a bit taken aback, and Lady Cirila gasped. "FAY!" She hissed. "Apologize, this very moment!" "No, no." Legolas interrupted, holding up his hand. "What I said COULD be subject for interpretation."
"Nonetheless, what I said was rather rude and unnecessary. I apologize, my prince." I said, bowing my head.
As I've told you before, I'm a very outspoken person. Being here, though, in this tranquil place, quieted me. So after a snapped out THAT quick remark, I couldn't help but smile at the 'old me' returning (If that makes any sense.).
"Fay," Lady Cirila said, the more serious side of her showing through, "I fail to see what is so funny." "N-nothing, milady." "Hmmm..." Was the only answer I received. She gave me a speculating gaze, chin in her hand, and I couldn't help but squirm.
Why was that? One of my favorite things to do was catch someone's eye, and then hold it, until they turned first. It gave me a sense of domination. Granted, some people would hold out longer than others would, but this was one of the few times when I didn't even want to RETURN eye contact, let alone have a staring contest.
Legolas cleared his throat. "Right then- Miss Fay, would you be so kind as to accompany me for a walk through the garden?" He asked. I felt my heart skip a beat. ~No!~ I thought. ~Don't start acting like a silly schoolgirl!~ I commanded myself.
Those girls who would walked through the halls and whispered and giggled incessantly always used to make me sick. I was always like ~If you're gonna talk about people, at least have the common courtesy to wait until they are AT LEAST on the OTHER side of the building.~
Shaking my head slightly of these memories, I smiled and nodded at the prince. He held out his elbow, and I placed my hand on it. Wait, was Lady Cirila glowering at me!? Was she, the most feminine and proper of all the she-elves in Mirkwood, JEALOUS of ME!? This was NOT good. Basically, Lady Cirila was the only person I saw or talked to all day. If SHE hates my guts, then the next few days are gonna be MIGHTY interesting...
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ ok. All for now. Thanx 4 readin'
R & R!!!!!!!!!!
~* Elfpilot *~
DISCLAIMER: I OWN NOTHING OF LORD OF THE RINGS (sadly)!
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Me...bored...decided to write...
ENJOY! REVIEW! ^^
P.s. Sorry if it gets a little Mary-Sueish here. But really, could you ever go live in someone else's house and just sit around all day while they waited on you? A) That would get boring after a while. B) It would be extremely uncomfortable and REALLY rude (to me, anyway).
Galadriel Greenleaf- I COMPLETELY agree. Glad that you like it ^^
ElvenGirl- I COMPLETELY (I seem 2 like that word today...) forgot that Aragorn was human. Oops. Oh well, let's just call it...author's license. ^^
B.T.W.- I reread my previous chapters & realized all my spelling and grammar mistakes. Sorry. But I really don't feel like fixin' 'em, so please just bear with me ^^ REVIEW!
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FAY'S P.O.V.
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A week or so later, I was quite situated. I hadn't really talked to Aragorn, Gimli, or Legolas since our little 'meeting'.
In this 'meeting' I'd explained everything that'd happened to me. They were skeptical at first, but after some time, got used to the idea.
In the meantime, I was invited to stay at the palace until they figured out a way for me to get home. At first, Legolas had me in a fairly nice room by Gimli and Aragorn. But I just felt so weird, having all those people wait on me, (not to mention, bored) that I insisted that I return Legolas's hospitality.
I gathered my few possessions and moved down to servants quarters. I was now officially a paid maid at the palace of Mirkwood.
Unfortunately, I'm quite a tomboy, and all the maids had hysterical fits when I tried to curtsy and fell flat on my rear.
Thus, they arranged 'classes' so to speak, for me. These 'classes' were to teach me how to be a 'lady'. To be frank, I hated these classes. My instructor's name was Lady Cirila. I suppose that this was appropriate because her name meant ladylike.
She was patient, and tried hard, but I'm NOT a good student in this field. Today, I was learning how to serve tea. "No, no Fay, dear. Try not to shake the pot so much, less you spill on the guest."
I held back a stream of swears, as alas, I spilled hot tea all over the table. She bit her lip, and I instantly grabbed a rag, trying desperately to clean the hopeless mess.
Sighing, she placed her hand on my arm. "Perhaps we should just work on your being able to walk properly, before we move on." I nodded, and she led me out of the room, down the hall, into another room.
On the walls of this room, was every type of cloth in every color that you can imagine. I sucked in my breath, gazing at it all. Lady Cirila smiled, and led me over to another woman, who was sitting in a chair, sewing an intricate pattern onto a midnight blue dress.
"Good afternoon Lady Lareea." Lady Cirila greeted. "Afternoon, and who is this young lady that you have with you?" She asked, referring to me. "This is Miss Fay." (I don't have a title yet). "She is in need of a few dresses.
I choked. "Dresses? I HATE dresses." They looked at me strangely, and then burst out laughing. I scowled.
"Don't be absurd, dear. EVERY lady wears a dress." I grumbled consistently under my breath, but allowed Lady Lareea to stand me on a stool and take my measurements.
"Hold up your arms, yes that's it." She ran the tape all along the length of my body, making little marks on a piece of paper. Finally, she walked over to a rack, and pulled down a white dress. This was the maids' uniform. It was, as I said, plain white, with a white sash, bell shaped sleeves (as was the elven fashion), and a soft velvet pair of slippers.
"Here you are, dear." She handed the soft garment to me, and led me to behind a screen. While I changed, she and Lady Cirila talked about something, occasionally taking glances to where I was changing.
When I stepped out, they applauded softly. "NOW you look the part." Lady Lareea smiled. "Not quite." Lady Cirila said, holding her chin in her hands. Then she took my shoulders, and sat me down on the stool.
She pulled the ponytail from my hair, gazing at it curiously. "A trinket from your world?" She asked. I nodded, and she reluctantly placed it aside. The two of them managed to produce a fancy brush from somewhere, and began playing with my hair.
It was combed and pulled up into various styles, before they finally chose one. They had it half up, half down. 'Oh what a surprise.' I thought sarcastically. They smiled. "THERE." Lady Lareea said, smiling. "Return tomorrow morning. I will have the others ready." She said to Lady Cirila.
"Other what?" I asked. "A lady does not ask needless questions." I was told simply. I sighed, and was led back to the 'classroom'.
The rest of the class was basically how to walk properly. She put books on my head, and the better that I did, the more that she added. I reached four books before they all collapsed. She put her small hand over her mouth delicately, trying to hide her amusement.
"Tomorrow we can walk outside. Perhaps the fresh air will help you..." She said. "As for now, goodnight." "YEAH!" I cheered, only to receive a stern look.
Grinning sheepishly, I managed my best curtsy in that horrid dress, and said this "Thank you, Milady, for your patience this day. I look forward to our meeting tomorrow. For now though, I bid you goodnight."
She smiled warmly. "I think you're getting it now."
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The next morning, she woke me up, really early. I slipped on my maid's uniform, and she led me to the seamstresses' room. When we got there, Lady Lareea was standing outside. I had no idea of the surprise that awaited me...
~*~*~*~*~*~*
Three brand new dresses. All cut and trimmed to my perfect size. I'd never had a better fit in my life. The design was the same as the maid's uniform, just different colors and more elaborate.
There was a garnet red one with gold trim, a dark green one with an arrow shaped brown waist, and a dark blue one with silver trim. Lady Lareea smiled happily as I tried each on. "No colors suit you better." She said. I grinned. Even if they WERE dresses, they DID look KINDA good- I guess.
Lady Cirila clapped her hands softly. "Come now, puts the uniform back on dear, we have much to work on today." She said.
I nodded, and stepped behind the screen. Quickly, I slipped the white, almost transparent, robe back on. "What do you say to the Lady Lareea, Miss Fay?" Lady Cirila tutored. I managed a small curtsy. "Thank you, SO much. The hard work and effort has not gone unnoticed or unappreciated." I smiled. She grinned. "Of course, dear. Good luck with your lessons today." "Thank you ma'am."
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"Chin up! Fay, dear, perhaps if I spoke in Sindarin, you'd understand me better?" Lady Cirila scolded. I sighed. The way Elven Maids were required to walk, reminded me of the way English riders had to sit in the saddle; chin up, chest forward, slightly curved back, good posture, delicate steps, polite smile, etc.
As Lauren had always said, act like a snob. I remember the first time she'd told me that, I'd laughed outright. Having someone tell you to act like a snob was a rare occasion.
Stirring in my own memories, I didn't hear my tutor, nor did I notice the Elf walking down the path- his nose in a book. "Fay, FAY!"
I didn't see him until I was right under his nose, literally. We crashed directly into each other. "Your highness!" I gasped. Legolas smiled. "Are you alright?" He asked, grinning with amusement. "I'm..."
Suddenly Lady Cirila stepped in front of me, dropping into a deep curtsy. "Your highness, I apologize for that little mishap. I'm afraid Miss Fay's head was in the clouds, AGAIN." She chuckled slightly, but I could tell me that she wasn't amused. I hate it when people put on an innocent act for people of higher power; I always feel like throwing up.
As was natural, I felt my stomach churning. It reminded me of that feeling that I got when my best friend used to maul her boyfriend in the cafeteria during lunch. Uh...
"That's quite alright." He smiled. Boy, he had a GREAT smile. I, on the other hand, had to suffer through braces for 2 ½ years; getting them tightened, SUCKED.
"Actually, I was just on my way to find Miss Fay." He said. "Y-you were?" Lady Cirila and I stuttered in unison. "Yes," he chuckled more. "I've not seen you since the day you arrived." "I've been very busy, your highness." "Oh, yes! That's right, you're a working woman." He smiled. "Should I take that as a compliment or an insult, your highness?" I asked.
He seemed a bit taken aback, and Lady Cirila gasped. "FAY!" She hissed. "Apologize, this very moment!" "No, no." Legolas interrupted, holding up his hand. "What I said COULD be subject for interpretation."
"Nonetheless, what I said was rather rude and unnecessary. I apologize, my prince." I said, bowing my head.
As I've told you before, I'm a very outspoken person. Being here, though, in this tranquil place, quieted me. So after a snapped out THAT quick remark, I couldn't help but smile at the 'old me' returning (If that makes any sense.).
"Fay," Lady Cirila said, the more serious side of her showing through, "I fail to see what is so funny." "N-nothing, milady." "Hmmm..." Was the only answer I received. She gave me a speculating gaze, chin in her hand, and I couldn't help but squirm.
Why was that? One of my favorite things to do was catch someone's eye, and then hold it, until they turned first. It gave me a sense of domination. Granted, some people would hold out longer than others would, but this was one of the few times when I didn't even want to RETURN eye contact, let alone have a staring contest.
Legolas cleared his throat. "Right then- Miss Fay, would you be so kind as to accompany me for a walk through the garden?" He asked. I felt my heart skip a beat. ~No!~ I thought. ~Don't start acting like a silly schoolgirl!~ I commanded myself.
Those girls who would walked through the halls and whispered and giggled incessantly always used to make me sick. I was always like ~If you're gonna talk about people, at least have the common courtesy to wait until they are AT LEAST on the OTHER side of the building.~
Shaking my head slightly of these memories, I smiled and nodded at the prince. He held out his elbow, and I placed my hand on it. Wait, was Lady Cirila glowering at me!? Was she, the most feminine and proper of all the she-elves in Mirkwood, JEALOUS of ME!? This was NOT good. Basically, Lady Cirila was the only person I saw or talked to all day. If SHE hates my guts, then the next few days are gonna be MIGHTY interesting...
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ ok. All for now. Thanx 4 readin'
R & R!!!!!!!!!!
~* Elfpilot *~