DISCLAIMER: I OWN NOTHING OF LORD OF THE RINGS (sadly)! BUT I DO OWN FAY,
THE LADIES IMAYA AND SOARIA, ISARA, TECKA AND OTHER CHARACTERS THAT ARE NOT
J.R.R.TOLKIEN OR PETER JACKSON'S!!!! THANK YOU ^^
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BTW, anything surround by little swirlys (Ex: ~la la la~) is Elvish ^^
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AmazonFlame: When r u getting YOUR fic up, hm?? ***eyes you
Blackstardust: I have no idea what it means...heh heh. That was just a name that I came up w/ out of nowhere. I had a feeling someone was going to ask that ^_^
Blu-eyed-belle: Heh heh heh. Thanks. Your review was very inspirational ^_^ And I'm worse than a kooky person...(***gasp!!***dun dun dun) I'm a blond!!! Honest to god! LOL, I think I'm the only REAL blond left in the world. Heh heh heh. Hope ya like that chap ^_^
LegoFodoPip: Writing can't be taught, I'm afraid. At least not be me, heh heh. I'm a terrible teacher ^_^ Altho I think I'm getting' good at rp-ing. And as for Laurwen, well...I'm afraid I can't post these thoughts on the internet...heh heh heh. Thanx for the compliments ^_^
Jedi-jainafel: of course I'll get them back ^_^
Ievandie: I know, so many girls (and guys, too) have that problem. But I think that if u emphasize in the fic just how bad it is, and how it can SO ruin your life, ppl will think twice about themselves, u kno? But I totally agree w/ everything else u said. Who cares what we look like? I know I sound corny, but beauty really does come from the inside. ^_^ it really, really does. ^^
Mercury's Love: aw hell, that's ok ^_^ ***nibbles cookie*** I was just being a bitch, sorry. U were being a great reviewer ^_^ lol. Friends and Neosporin-great mix ^^ pride is like everything else in this world-it should be used in moderation. Lol. I also kno that Fay changed a lot, but it's just the stress of being homesick really starting to set in, u kno? As for avoiding detail, that's just me hastily typing up a quick chapter so as to avoid an angry mob of reviewers who think the fic's late...lol, JK. I really do rush the chaps too much, tho. Hope this one's better! Review! (P.s. I'm gonna keep using 'she-elf' just for lack of a better term. I'm to lazy to always be typing 'the female elf' LOL)
Sara: Um. Around 16, goin' on 17 ^_^ sorry that I skipped that ;}
Megami: oh thanx for the vote of confidence, sensai. Lol. ^_^ review again
Lel vagor: I just picked it ^^
Nova S.: you'll find this chap's POV rather interesting ~.^ Don't worry, I won't have Ellewen as the DID (damsel in distress) for long ^^
Shoes on a Shoe: By the Valar, you're right. I'm gonna fix that right now...
Ok! That's all! ***wipes sweat from face*** and I didn't think I was going to have many shoutouts this chap, LOL. REVIEW, ALL U LOVELY PPL U!!! ^_^
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SOARIA'S P.O.V.
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Imaya and I wandered through the marketplace. One of the servant girls scurried quickly behind us. She carried a large wicker basket for us, so that we wouldn't be bothered by holding our items as we walked around the marketplace.
"Madams, please wait up!" She panted, squeezing between two booths. I rolled my eyes. Incompetent little wretch. Apparently, Imaya was thinking the same, because she increased the pace of her stroll through the streets.
She and I wove through other elves with a grace capable only by female elves of our standard. "What a shame that ada father had to travel to Rivendell again. The house is becoming boring without any guests." Imaya sighed as she examined a brooch from a stand.
"For the sake of Elbereth, Imaya, put that disgusting thing down!" I scolded her. "Only the Valar know how many filthy hands have been all over it." I sneered. She gave me a blank look.
"Unfortunately, Soaria, if we avoided everything that's been touched by filthy hands, we wouldn't even be able to live in our own house. All those disgusting servants roam the halls as though they own the place." she pointed out.
"Especially that Fay." I agreed.
"Yes; that girl is undoubtedly pert." Imaya nodded.
"What do you expect? She's human." I laughed, and Imaya joined me, throwing a few coins to the merchant and placing her new brooch in the basket carried by our servant girl.
Suddenly, someone bumped me from behind as they rushed by. "Hey!" I gasped. The person paused and turned back to me. It was a simple village woman.
"So sorry, ma'am." she panted.
"You had better be!" I sneered.
"Honestly, madam. I was just in a rush. The Fellowship has just arrived at the city gates, and everyone is running to greet them." She explained, breathing hard. Her hair was slightly darker than unusual for a Mirkwood elf, and was falling all in her face. My nose wrinkled in disgust, and I placed a handkerchief over it, as though to block her smell. Then a thought struck me...
"Very well. Be on your way!" I shooed her off.
"Good day, madam." She replied, curtsying. Quickly, she rushed away again.
I adjusted the hem of my pink skirts. "Peasants." Imaya scoffed angrily.
"Imaya," I averted her attention back to me. "We've been lacking dignified guests at our regal home, have we not?" I justified. She nodded. "Well than, what say you that we go to the front gates?" I asked, my voice oozing with hidden meaning. Her pink lips stretched into a smile.
"Yes, Soaria, I believe that's a wonderful idea." She turned to our servant girl. "Get home, and put our new things away." She ordered.
"Yes, ma'am." The girl curtsied, and scurried off.
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LEGOLAS'S P.O.V.
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The gates creaked open. Gimli leaned forward on his axe eagerly. Aragorn turned away from our conversation to watch the gates slowly widen.
The first thing that I saw was Gandalf's long, blazing, white beard. "Gandalf!" Gimli exclaimed happily, waddling over as fast as his small legs could carry him.
What followed was a happy, blissful reunion between Gimli, Aragorn, the hobbits, Gandalf and me. Hugs, tears, smiles- they were all exchanged.
Everyone standing before me looked older; their hair was grey, their faces sagged with wrinkles, and they had grown slightly plump. They had not, however, lost their joyful sprit.
((A/N: I know that the hobbits are old, but in this story, Aragorn has somehow defied time and managed to look the same. Don't ask me how, I just want him and Gimli that way.))
As we all loaded onto Gandalf's small, wooden cart, and passed through my kingdom's narrow streets, the halflings waved merrily at the cheering masses. Some elves even threw bouquets, one of which hit poor Merry right in the face. He just shook his head, picked it up, and proudly displayed it to the rest of the crowd.
The guards bowed low as we approached the palace doors. "Highness." They greeted me. I bowed back to them, and quickly turned back to my friends.
"Let's all go inside and celebrate your coming!" I suggested.
"Don't worry, little hobbits, I managed a barrel of pipe-weed for you." Aragorn assured them. Their eyes lit up.
"A pipeweed!" Pippin breathed. "What are we waiting for?! Let's go!" He exclaimed, rushing forward.
Gandalf watched him, and then looked up at me, grinning knowingly. "I think what you small ones need is rest." He smiled.
"Master Gandalf, don't be silly, now!" Sam interrupted. "We'd like nothing more than to stick around and see the elves! None of us have been to Mirkwood before, sir." He explained. The ever-quiet Frodo behind him nodded eagerly.
"Of course you may see Mirkwood!" I assured them.
"And we know the best tour-guide!" Gimli piped up.
"Who?" Merry inquired.
"The very prince himself!" Gimli exclaimed, clapping me on the back. Everyone laughed and agreed that it was a plan.
Suddenly, a shrill voice in the hair halted our mirth. "Your highness!"
"Prince Legolas!"
Make that TWO shrill voices.
I turned and saw the Ladies Imaya and Soaria waving to me. They wore long, ornate robes. Imaya was furnished in pink, and Soaria in green. Each wore a silver circlet of nobility around their forehead.
"Who're they?!" Pippin questioned, peering over Frodo's shoulder, eyes wide.
"Hmph," Gimli grunted. "I don't see what the fuss is about. They are nothing compared to the Lady Galadriel." He muttered.
"No one can compare to the Lady of the Light, Gimli. Hush." Aragorn silenced him as they drew nearer.
"Prince Legolas." The sisters stopped and curtsied low before me. I gave a small, curt bow to acknowledge them. "Who are your lovely visitors?" Soaria asked.
"Ladies, this is Frodo Baggins, Meriodoc Brandybuck, Peregrin Took, and Samwise Gamgee of the Shire," I motioned to the halflings. The ladies smiled at them as the hobbits bowed politely. "Gandalf the White Wizard," I lay my hand on Gandalf's shoulder.
"Ladies." He grinned, his eyes twinkling.
"Sir." Imaya dipped her head.
"And you know Aragorn, King of Gondor, and Gimli, son of Gloin." I remembered.
"Yes, highness, we have met those gentlemen before." Soaria agreed.
"Everyone, these are the Ladies Imaya and Soaria." I introduced them all finally. Everyone nodded.
"So these chivalrous men are they of the Fellowship?" Imaya inquired.
"That would be us, indeed, madam." Frodo nodded.
"How brave you all must have been," Soaria noted.
"And still are, I'm sure." Imaya added quickly.
The halflings all blushed pink. "You're too kind, miladies. It was all Gandalf, Gimli, and Aragorn. And your prince, of course." Sam humbled himself.
"Don't be modest!" Imaya laughed. Sam just blushed deeper.
"To thank you for your services during that terrible war," Soaria declared suddenly. "My sister and I would like to extend an invitation to you for dinner at our home." She offered.
"Well, actually, miladies, the prince was going to give us a tour of Mirkwood..." Aragorn explained.
"O! Of course! We didn't mean to intrude!" Imaya quickly apologized, she and her sister bowing their heads slightly.
"This IS your first night here. You probably want to rest and catch up with one another..." Soaria agreed quietly.
"Well, yes. But perhaps tomorrow night...?" Pippin looked up at me hopefully. I looked to Gandalf, who smiled and nodded.
"Yes. Tomorrow night would be better. Thank you very much, madams." I nodded. They smiled.
"Our pleasure. Until then!" Imaya nodded.
"Namaarie." Soaria smiled and she and her sister walked away.
"Bye!!" The halflings waved enthusiastically, causing the rest of the Fellowship and myself to grin.
"Bye, pretty stars!" Pippin called, receiving a nudge from Merry.
"Pip! You're married!" He scolded, and everyone laughed, turning towards the castle.
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FAY'S P.O.V.
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As Andra and I returned from our errands, we found that everyone was scurrying around madly.
"What's going on?" I questioned a passing maid.
"The mistresses invited the Fellowship to dinner tomorrow evening! This place has to be in =PERFECT= shape when they get here! The Ladies said that if even one small thing goes wrong, heads will roll." The girl panted.
Andra and I exchanged wary glances. "Thank you," I nodded to the girl as she ran off again, and then I turned back to Soaria. "I suppose that we should find out what our jobs are." I pointed out.
"Yes, of course," She nodded. "You put the groceries away, and I'll find out from Miss Isara what we have to do." She decided.
"Agreed." I nodded, taking her bags with mine and making my way towards the kitchen. I set them down on the counter, and opened the elven pantry. The food was all put in its proper place; it ready for summoning whenever necessary.
"Ellewen," Andra had returned. I pushed a small bottle of herbs onto the rack and turned to face her.
"Yes?" I inquired, waiting for the verdict.
She sighed, and wrinkled her nose. "Wait until you hear..." She grimaced.
"Tell me." I urged.
She scrunched up her face tight. "Floor duty." She whispered. I shrugged.
"So? Mopping a few floors won't be so bad." I stated. She gave a small, curt laugh.
"EVERY floor in EVERY room." She added.
I sighed too. "Good thing there's two of us." I muttered; I knew I could never accomplish so huge a task on my own. I'm not that skilled.
"Yes. Well, even so....Imaya and Soaria have a habbit of 'accidentally' walking across the newly-washed floors when they're still wet." Andra explained. I sat down in a chair, propping my chin up with my hand.
"We should get to work then." I grumbled.
"Yes..." She mumbled disheartedly.
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"Come on, Fay, get up." Andra was shaking me. I groaned and peered through the slits that were my eyes. Andra was already dressed.
"How long have you been up!?" I exclaimed. She laughed.
"Long enough to know that three maids have been slapped by Imaya and Soaria, because their outfits weren't right, and that half the prepared course has already been turned down because it wasn't 'rich' enough." Andra laughed. I groaned again.
"It's early morning, and the Ladies are =ALREADY= in that mind set?" I sighed. "Of =course=," I muttered sarcastically. "Anything to make our lives more difficult." I griped.
Andra laughed, and yanked my elbow. "Come on you slugabed! Up! Up! Get up!" She insisted.
"Alright! Alright! I'm up! I'm up!"
"Good. Get dressed." And with that, Andra scuttled out of the room.
I grumbled all the time while pulling on my uniform. "Floors...dinner...guests..." I muttered. "Stupid, stupid Imaya. Hate her sister too..."
I opened the door to my room and peered out into the hallway, as I finished tying the laces of my apron.
"Fay! By the Valar-there you are!" Exclaimed Isara as she walked by.
"Good morning, ma'am." I nodded.
"Morning!? Fay, dear, it's lunch time! Make haste! You had better help Andra wash the rest of those blasted floors!" She hastily pushed me down the hall.
"Yes, ma'am." I nodded.
"Here she is, Andra." Miss Isara led me around the corner, to where Andra was running a mop over the floor.
"Thank you, ma'am." Andra nodded, and handed me a mop. "Use one before?" She eyed me. I laughed.
"Yes. I'll get to work on that passage down there." I declared.
"Good," Andra nodded, pausing to wipe her forehead. Miss Isara had already gone. "When these floors are done, we have service duty." She informed me.
"Which is...?" I pressed.
"We have to play waitress for the guests tonight." She explained. I groaned. GRRRRREEEAAATTTTT......
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WHEW!! **cracks knuckles and wipes sweat off of head
Sorry that was so short, guys. I know that I promised a longer chapter, but...**sigh
I had a REALLY bad week. I got into trouble for a whole bunch of &^%$$^&^%^%!! stuff. I'm just not feeling enthused right now. Perhaps some reviews (**wink, wink) will inspire me....
Heh heh heh. Drop a review ^_^
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BTW, anything surround by little swirlys (Ex: ~la la la~) is Elvish ^^
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AmazonFlame: When r u getting YOUR fic up, hm?? ***eyes you
Blackstardust: I have no idea what it means...heh heh. That was just a name that I came up w/ out of nowhere. I had a feeling someone was going to ask that ^_^
Blu-eyed-belle: Heh heh heh. Thanks. Your review was very inspirational ^_^ And I'm worse than a kooky person...(***gasp!!***dun dun dun) I'm a blond!!! Honest to god! LOL, I think I'm the only REAL blond left in the world. Heh heh heh. Hope ya like that chap ^_^
LegoFodoPip: Writing can't be taught, I'm afraid. At least not be me, heh heh. I'm a terrible teacher ^_^ Altho I think I'm getting' good at rp-ing. And as for Laurwen, well...I'm afraid I can't post these thoughts on the internet...heh heh heh. Thanx for the compliments ^_^
Jedi-jainafel: of course I'll get them back ^_^
Ievandie: I know, so many girls (and guys, too) have that problem. But I think that if u emphasize in the fic just how bad it is, and how it can SO ruin your life, ppl will think twice about themselves, u kno? But I totally agree w/ everything else u said. Who cares what we look like? I know I sound corny, but beauty really does come from the inside. ^_^ it really, really does. ^^
Mercury's Love: aw hell, that's ok ^_^ ***nibbles cookie*** I was just being a bitch, sorry. U were being a great reviewer ^_^ lol. Friends and Neosporin-great mix ^^ pride is like everything else in this world-it should be used in moderation. Lol. I also kno that Fay changed a lot, but it's just the stress of being homesick really starting to set in, u kno? As for avoiding detail, that's just me hastily typing up a quick chapter so as to avoid an angry mob of reviewers who think the fic's late...lol, JK. I really do rush the chaps too much, tho. Hope this one's better! Review! (P.s. I'm gonna keep using 'she-elf' just for lack of a better term. I'm to lazy to always be typing 'the female elf' LOL)
Sara: Um. Around 16, goin' on 17 ^_^ sorry that I skipped that ;}
Megami: oh thanx for the vote of confidence, sensai. Lol. ^_^ review again
Lel vagor: I just picked it ^^
Nova S.: you'll find this chap's POV rather interesting ~.^ Don't worry, I won't have Ellewen as the DID (damsel in distress) for long ^^
Shoes on a Shoe: By the Valar, you're right. I'm gonna fix that right now...
Ok! That's all! ***wipes sweat from face*** and I didn't think I was going to have many shoutouts this chap, LOL. REVIEW, ALL U LOVELY PPL U!!! ^_^
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SOARIA'S P.O.V.
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Imaya and I wandered through the marketplace. One of the servant girls scurried quickly behind us. She carried a large wicker basket for us, so that we wouldn't be bothered by holding our items as we walked around the marketplace.
"Madams, please wait up!" She panted, squeezing between two booths. I rolled my eyes. Incompetent little wretch. Apparently, Imaya was thinking the same, because she increased the pace of her stroll through the streets.
She and I wove through other elves with a grace capable only by female elves of our standard. "What a shame that ada father had to travel to Rivendell again. The house is becoming boring without any guests." Imaya sighed as she examined a brooch from a stand.
"For the sake of Elbereth, Imaya, put that disgusting thing down!" I scolded her. "Only the Valar know how many filthy hands have been all over it." I sneered. She gave me a blank look.
"Unfortunately, Soaria, if we avoided everything that's been touched by filthy hands, we wouldn't even be able to live in our own house. All those disgusting servants roam the halls as though they own the place." she pointed out.
"Especially that Fay." I agreed.
"Yes; that girl is undoubtedly pert." Imaya nodded.
"What do you expect? She's human." I laughed, and Imaya joined me, throwing a few coins to the merchant and placing her new brooch in the basket carried by our servant girl.
Suddenly, someone bumped me from behind as they rushed by. "Hey!" I gasped. The person paused and turned back to me. It was a simple village woman.
"So sorry, ma'am." she panted.
"You had better be!" I sneered.
"Honestly, madam. I was just in a rush. The Fellowship has just arrived at the city gates, and everyone is running to greet them." She explained, breathing hard. Her hair was slightly darker than unusual for a Mirkwood elf, and was falling all in her face. My nose wrinkled in disgust, and I placed a handkerchief over it, as though to block her smell. Then a thought struck me...
"Very well. Be on your way!" I shooed her off.
"Good day, madam." She replied, curtsying. Quickly, she rushed away again.
I adjusted the hem of my pink skirts. "Peasants." Imaya scoffed angrily.
"Imaya," I averted her attention back to me. "We've been lacking dignified guests at our regal home, have we not?" I justified. She nodded. "Well than, what say you that we go to the front gates?" I asked, my voice oozing with hidden meaning. Her pink lips stretched into a smile.
"Yes, Soaria, I believe that's a wonderful idea." She turned to our servant girl. "Get home, and put our new things away." She ordered.
"Yes, ma'am." The girl curtsied, and scurried off.
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LEGOLAS'S P.O.V.
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The gates creaked open. Gimli leaned forward on his axe eagerly. Aragorn turned away from our conversation to watch the gates slowly widen.
The first thing that I saw was Gandalf's long, blazing, white beard. "Gandalf!" Gimli exclaimed happily, waddling over as fast as his small legs could carry him.
What followed was a happy, blissful reunion between Gimli, Aragorn, the hobbits, Gandalf and me. Hugs, tears, smiles- they were all exchanged.
Everyone standing before me looked older; their hair was grey, their faces sagged with wrinkles, and they had grown slightly plump. They had not, however, lost their joyful sprit.
((A/N: I know that the hobbits are old, but in this story, Aragorn has somehow defied time and managed to look the same. Don't ask me how, I just want him and Gimli that way.))
As we all loaded onto Gandalf's small, wooden cart, and passed through my kingdom's narrow streets, the halflings waved merrily at the cheering masses. Some elves even threw bouquets, one of which hit poor Merry right in the face. He just shook his head, picked it up, and proudly displayed it to the rest of the crowd.
The guards bowed low as we approached the palace doors. "Highness." They greeted me. I bowed back to them, and quickly turned back to my friends.
"Let's all go inside and celebrate your coming!" I suggested.
"Don't worry, little hobbits, I managed a barrel of pipe-weed for you." Aragorn assured them. Their eyes lit up.
"A pipeweed!" Pippin breathed. "What are we waiting for?! Let's go!" He exclaimed, rushing forward.
Gandalf watched him, and then looked up at me, grinning knowingly. "I think what you small ones need is rest." He smiled.
"Master Gandalf, don't be silly, now!" Sam interrupted. "We'd like nothing more than to stick around and see the elves! None of us have been to Mirkwood before, sir." He explained. The ever-quiet Frodo behind him nodded eagerly.
"Of course you may see Mirkwood!" I assured them.
"And we know the best tour-guide!" Gimli piped up.
"Who?" Merry inquired.
"The very prince himself!" Gimli exclaimed, clapping me on the back. Everyone laughed and agreed that it was a plan.
Suddenly, a shrill voice in the hair halted our mirth. "Your highness!"
"Prince Legolas!"
Make that TWO shrill voices.
I turned and saw the Ladies Imaya and Soaria waving to me. They wore long, ornate robes. Imaya was furnished in pink, and Soaria in green. Each wore a silver circlet of nobility around their forehead.
"Who're they?!" Pippin questioned, peering over Frodo's shoulder, eyes wide.
"Hmph," Gimli grunted. "I don't see what the fuss is about. They are nothing compared to the Lady Galadriel." He muttered.
"No one can compare to the Lady of the Light, Gimli. Hush." Aragorn silenced him as they drew nearer.
"Prince Legolas." The sisters stopped and curtsied low before me. I gave a small, curt bow to acknowledge them. "Who are your lovely visitors?" Soaria asked.
"Ladies, this is Frodo Baggins, Meriodoc Brandybuck, Peregrin Took, and Samwise Gamgee of the Shire," I motioned to the halflings. The ladies smiled at them as the hobbits bowed politely. "Gandalf the White Wizard," I lay my hand on Gandalf's shoulder.
"Ladies." He grinned, his eyes twinkling.
"Sir." Imaya dipped her head.
"And you know Aragorn, King of Gondor, and Gimli, son of Gloin." I remembered.
"Yes, highness, we have met those gentlemen before." Soaria agreed.
"Everyone, these are the Ladies Imaya and Soaria." I introduced them all finally. Everyone nodded.
"So these chivalrous men are they of the Fellowship?" Imaya inquired.
"That would be us, indeed, madam." Frodo nodded.
"How brave you all must have been," Soaria noted.
"And still are, I'm sure." Imaya added quickly.
The halflings all blushed pink. "You're too kind, miladies. It was all Gandalf, Gimli, and Aragorn. And your prince, of course." Sam humbled himself.
"Don't be modest!" Imaya laughed. Sam just blushed deeper.
"To thank you for your services during that terrible war," Soaria declared suddenly. "My sister and I would like to extend an invitation to you for dinner at our home." She offered.
"Well, actually, miladies, the prince was going to give us a tour of Mirkwood..." Aragorn explained.
"O! Of course! We didn't mean to intrude!" Imaya quickly apologized, she and her sister bowing their heads slightly.
"This IS your first night here. You probably want to rest and catch up with one another..." Soaria agreed quietly.
"Well, yes. But perhaps tomorrow night...?" Pippin looked up at me hopefully. I looked to Gandalf, who smiled and nodded.
"Yes. Tomorrow night would be better. Thank you very much, madams." I nodded. They smiled.
"Our pleasure. Until then!" Imaya nodded.
"Namaarie." Soaria smiled and she and her sister walked away.
"Bye!!" The halflings waved enthusiastically, causing the rest of the Fellowship and myself to grin.
"Bye, pretty stars!" Pippin called, receiving a nudge from Merry.
"Pip! You're married!" He scolded, and everyone laughed, turning towards the castle.
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FAY'S P.O.V.
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As Andra and I returned from our errands, we found that everyone was scurrying around madly.
"What's going on?" I questioned a passing maid.
"The mistresses invited the Fellowship to dinner tomorrow evening! This place has to be in =PERFECT= shape when they get here! The Ladies said that if even one small thing goes wrong, heads will roll." The girl panted.
Andra and I exchanged wary glances. "Thank you," I nodded to the girl as she ran off again, and then I turned back to Soaria. "I suppose that we should find out what our jobs are." I pointed out.
"Yes, of course," She nodded. "You put the groceries away, and I'll find out from Miss Isara what we have to do." She decided.
"Agreed." I nodded, taking her bags with mine and making my way towards the kitchen. I set them down on the counter, and opened the elven pantry. The food was all put in its proper place; it ready for summoning whenever necessary.
"Ellewen," Andra had returned. I pushed a small bottle of herbs onto the rack and turned to face her.
"Yes?" I inquired, waiting for the verdict.
She sighed, and wrinkled her nose. "Wait until you hear..." She grimaced.
"Tell me." I urged.
She scrunched up her face tight. "Floor duty." She whispered. I shrugged.
"So? Mopping a few floors won't be so bad." I stated. She gave a small, curt laugh.
"EVERY floor in EVERY room." She added.
I sighed too. "Good thing there's two of us." I muttered; I knew I could never accomplish so huge a task on my own. I'm not that skilled.
"Yes. Well, even so....Imaya and Soaria have a habbit of 'accidentally' walking across the newly-washed floors when they're still wet." Andra explained. I sat down in a chair, propping my chin up with my hand.
"We should get to work then." I grumbled.
"Yes..." She mumbled disheartedly.
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"Come on, Fay, get up." Andra was shaking me. I groaned and peered through the slits that were my eyes. Andra was already dressed.
"How long have you been up!?" I exclaimed. She laughed.
"Long enough to know that three maids have been slapped by Imaya and Soaria, because their outfits weren't right, and that half the prepared course has already been turned down because it wasn't 'rich' enough." Andra laughed. I groaned again.
"It's early morning, and the Ladies are =ALREADY= in that mind set?" I sighed. "Of =course=," I muttered sarcastically. "Anything to make our lives more difficult." I griped.
Andra laughed, and yanked my elbow. "Come on you slugabed! Up! Up! Get up!" She insisted.
"Alright! Alright! I'm up! I'm up!"
"Good. Get dressed." And with that, Andra scuttled out of the room.
I grumbled all the time while pulling on my uniform. "Floors...dinner...guests..." I muttered. "Stupid, stupid Imaya. Hate her sister too..."
I opened the door to my room and peered out into the hallway, as I finished tying the laces of my apron.
"Fay! By the Valar-there you are!" Exclaimed Isara as she walked by.
"Good morning, ma'am." I nodded.
"Morning!? Fay, dear, it's lunch time! Make haste! You had better help Andra wash the rest of those blasted floors!" She hastily pushed me down the hall.
"Yes, ma'am." I nodded.
"Here she is, Andra." Miss Isara led me around the corner, to where Andra was running a mop over the floor.
"Thank you, ma'am." Andra nodded, and handed me a mop. "Use one before?" She eyed me. I laughed.
"Yes. I'll get to work on that passage down there." I declared.
"Good," Andra nodded, pausing to wipe her forehead. Miss Isara had already gone. "When these floors are done, we have service duty." She informed me.
"Which is...?" I pressed.
"We have to play waitress for the guests tonight." She explained. I groaned. GRRRRREEEAAATTTTT......
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WHEW!! **cracks knuckles and wipes sweat off of head
Sorry that was so short, guys. I know that I promised a longer chapter, but...**sigh
I had a REALLY bad week. I got into trouble for a whole bunch of &^%$$^&^%^%!! stuff. I'm just not feeling enthused right now. Perhaps some reviews (**wink, wink) will inspire me....
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