Silence was golden as they stared at each other, lost in their own
thoughts.
Until Elrond had decided that as a gentleman, or gentle'elf', he must take the first move.
" Lady, welcome to Middle Earth."
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It took a moment for Catherine to register what he had just said, before she woke to her sense with a jump, and answered awkwardly, " Care to show me around?"
Precisely at that moment, there came a knock on Elrond's door, which startled both of them.
" Lord Elrond? Are you in there? You are late in meeting King Earendil...." asked Beromir.
" I know. Tell him that I am coming......" Elrond answered hastily.
Catherine, who had never seen an elf all flustered, finds it funny and starts to giggle.
Elrond gave her a glare. " If you would please stand up and allow me to get dressed, I would be very grateful to you."
Catherine returned his glare with amusement glinting in her eyes, "No problem."
There IS a problem. Catherine had said that out loud and that had alerted Beromir that some one else is in there.
"Lord Elrond? Are you having a meeting in there?"
Elrond panicked. He stood up abruptly, causing Catherine to crash unceremoniously to the ground, giving a yelp of pain, before Elrond could cover her mouth.
" Lord Elrond? Has something happen? Do I have the permission to come in?" Beromir asked sincerely.
" No!" Elrond said as he pulled Catherine up and desperately trying to find a hiding place for her. " Don't come in! There is no one here! I am still getting dressed!"
After much hassle, Elrond finally decided to hide Catherine in his wardrobe.
" Don't come out until I am back. Did you hear me?" Elrond said.
" Why? Why must I hide from him?" Catherine was puzzled.
" I am in a hurry now. I will tell you when I am back, which should be fast." With that, he closes the wardrobe's door, and made his way to the exit of his room.
He opened the door to reveal a man, who had been pressing his ear on the door. Beromir looked up awkwardly and apologized.
" Apology accepted." Elrond said politely, and proceeded to meet the king.
" Milord, may I ask you something?" Beromir said as he walked behind the elf lord.
" Speak."
" Who is in your room just now?"
Elrond's heart almost skipped a beat. What should he say? Definitely, he can not tell the man that he has a girl who knows the future in his room, especially when this man seems likely to be someone who cannot keep secrets.
"Milord?"
" There's no one else but myself." Elrond replied coldly as he tried to keep his expression indifferent.
Not catching the hint, Beromir asked one more time and grinned slyly.
" Was an lady in your room just now?" Beromir said suggestively.
Elrond's eyebrow shot up.
" That was too bold." Elrond gave him a glare, which is usually meant for orcs.
Effectively, The man bowed his head and kept asking Elrond for his forgiveneness, until Elrond was irritated by him and asked him to leave. But not before he told Beromir that it's just a cat he's looking for in his room and it was nothing of what the man had thought.
Seeing that he had satisfied the man's curiosity, the elf lord continues walking to his destination.
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Meanwhile, in Elrond's room........
Catherine had decided. Since she is not part of the daily clothes, she should not be kept in a wardrobe, and therefore, she crept out of the wardrobe quietly.
She tiptoed around, exploring the room, trying to find out what's so different between a male elf's room and that of a man.
In fact, there's no difference, seeing that they both have a common trait for being untidy, except that an elf's room is grander.
Catherine grimaced. She can't stand seeing a room be in such mess(her very own room had been spark and clean) and starts to clean up Elrond's room. Dirty laundries in the basket, bed was made and clothes were folded neatly and placed in the wardrobe. Finally, it comes to the armour.
[What should I do with it?] Catherine thought.
The armour was stained with blood and being unwashed for a week, it reeked, and that's the reason that Catherine had decided to left it to the end of her chores to decide what to do with it.
[How I wish I have brought along a scrub and some soap. That will make the armour smell nice and look shiny.] Catherine thought as she absently- mindedly walked towards the mirror and put her hand on it.
The next thing she knows, she was in her room, and of course, a painful bump on her head told her that she had knocked her head against something hard.
She looked around incredulously. Had she just made a dream? One second she was in Elrond's room, and the next second, she's in her room again.
She tries to get up but she feels as if someone is pulling her legs. She looked down at her legs and found that one of them was in the mirror. In Elrond's room.
She uses more force in getting up and when she succeeded, she stared at the mirror and pondered. It did not took her long to come to a conclusion.
To confirm her suspicion, she jumped in and out of the mirror, finding her sceneries changes swiftly from her room to Elrond's room and vice versa.
That's it. The mirror can lead her to Elrond's room. Any day, anytime.
Catherine was elated by this discovery, for she has been given a chance to know more about Middle Earth that she had been so fascinated with ever since she had watched the LOTR's movies.
Exhilarated, she had not forgotten what she was in her room for, and thus she went to collect her scrub and soap.
Until Elrond had decided that as a gentleman, or gentle'elf', he must take the first move.
" Lady, welcome to Middle Earth."
===============================================================
It took a moment for Catherine to register what he had just said, before she woke to her sense with a jump, and answered awkwardly, " Care to show me around?"
Precisely at that moment, there came a knock on Elrond's door, which startled both of them.
" Lord Elrond? Are you in there? You are late in meeting King Earendil...." asked Beromir.
" I know. Tell him that I am coming......" Elrond answered hastily.
Catherine, who had never seen an elf all flustered, finds it funny and starts to giggle.
Elrond gave her a glare. " If you would please stand up and allow me to get dressed, I would be very grateful to you."
Catherine returned his glare with amusement glinting in her eyes, "No problem."
There IS a problem. Catherine had said that out loud and that had alerted Beromir that some one else is in there.
"Lord Elrond? Are you having a meeting in there?"
Elrond panicked. He stood up abruptly, causing Catherine to crash unceremoniously to the ground, giving a yelp of pain, before Elrond could cover her mouth.
" Lord Elrond? Has something happen? Do I have the permission to come in?" Beromir asked sincerely.
" No!" Elrond said as he pulled Catherine up and desperately trying to find a hiding place for her. " Don't come in! There is no one here! I am still getting dressed!"
After much hassle, Elrond finally decided to hide Catherine in his wardrobe.
" Don't come out until I am back. Did you hear me?" Elrond said.
" Why? Why must I hide from him?" Catherine was puzzled.
" I am in a hurry now. I will tell you when I am back, which should be fast." With that, he closes the wardrobe's door, and made his way to the exit of his room.
He opened the door to reveal a man, who had been pressing his ear on the door. Beromir looked up awkwardly and apologized.
" Apology accepted." Elrond said politely, and proceeded to meet the king.
" Milord, may I ask you something?" Beromir said as he walked behind the elf lord.
" Speak."
" Who is in your room just now?"
Elrond's heart almost skipped a beat. What should he say? Definitely, he can not tell the man that he has a girl who knows the future in his room, especially when this man seems likely to be someone who cannot keep secrets.
"Milord?"
" There's no one else but myself." Elrond replied coldly as he tried to keep his expression indifferent.
Not catching the hint, Beromir asked one more time and grinned slyly.
" Was an lady in your room just now?" Beromir said suggestively.
Elrond's eyebrow shot up.
" That was too bold." Elrond gave him a glare, which is usually meant for orcs.
Effectively, The man bowed his head and kept asking Elrond for his forgiveneness, until Elrond was irritated by him and asked him to leave. But not before he told Beromir that it's just a cat he's looking for in his room and it was nothing of what the man had thought.
Seeing that he had satisfied the man's curiosity, the elf lord continues walking to his destination.
===============================================================
Meanwhile, in Elrond's room........
Catherine had decided. Since she is not part of the daily clothes, she should not be kept in a wardrobe, and therefore, she crept out of the wardrobe quietly.
She tiptoed around, exploring the room, trying to find out what's so different between a male elf's room and that of a man.
In fact, there's no difference, seeing that they both have a common trait for being untidy, except that an elf's room is grander.
Catherine grimaced. She can't stand seeing a room be in such mess(her very own room had been spark and clean) and starts to clean up Elrond's room. Dirty laundries in the basket, bed was made and clothes were folded neatly and placed in the wardrobe. Finally, it comes to the armour.
[What should I do with it?] Catherine thought.
The armour was stained with blood and being unwashed for a week, it reeked, and that's the reason that Catherine had decided to left it to the end of her chores to decide what to do with it.
[How I wish I have brought along a scrub and some soap. That will make the armour smell nice and look shiny.] Catherine thought as she absently- mindedly walked towards the mirror and put her hand on it.
The next thing she knows, she was in her room, and of course, a painful bump on her head told her that she had knocked her head against something hard.
She looked around incredulously. Had she just made a dream? One second she was in Elrond's room, and the next second, she's in her room again.
She tries to get up but she feels as if someone is pulling her legs. She looked down at her legs and found that one of them was in the mirror. In Elrond's room.
She uses more force in getting up and when she succeeded, she stared at the mirror and pondered. It did not took her long to come to a conclusion.
To confirm her suspicion, she jumped in and out of the mirror, finding her sceneries changes swiftly from her room to Elrond's room and vice versa.
That's it. The mirror can lead her to Elrond's room. Any day, anytime.
Catherine was elated by this discovery, for she has been given a chance to know more about Middle Earth that she had been so fascinated with ever since she had watched the LOTR's movies.
Exhilarated, she had not forgotten what she was in her room for, and thus she went to collect her scrub and soap.