The Mystery of Love
Chapter Fourteen
Another Chance
~~~POV-LEGOLAS GREENLEAF~~~
I stared at her through my moist lashes. Her eyes drowned in a concealed regret. I smiled, "Come, let's forget it all."
She smiled, "I will hold a grand celebration tonight in honor of Arwen, Aragorn and your arrival."
I flushed slightly, "That would be marvelous. We could dance some more." Color possessed her cheeks at this comment.
She nodded, "I will go tell the kitchen, could you go give Arwen and Aragorn the announcement?" I nodded and departed to the west wing. I knocked softly on the door and heard a sudden gasp and a bit of scurrying around before Aragorn answered the door.
I grinned, "Did I interrupt anything?"
Aragorn laughed, "Not really, come in."
I walked in to their room and noticed it was much like mine with a color theme of evergreen and ruby red. I thought it was enchanting; their ceiling was painted with a sunset behind the forest of Glacia I assumed. I nodded my head respectively to Aragorn and turned to Arwen. I smiled, "Híril Arwen, I am here to announce that Híril Reyna is holding a celebration tonight in our honor." Arwen looked at her swollen stomach. I laughed lightly, "I do not think that someone would hold it against you if you took an early rest due to your pregnant state."
She smiled, "Then I shall attend, and Aragorn with me." Aragorn looked up from his book, rather confused. Arwen laughed richly, "We are going to a festival tonight, Reyna is holding it in our honor." Aragorn nodded and I bowed out of their chambers politely. I ran swiftly to mine, as the sun was at the horizon already. I sifted through my wardrobe quickly; the suitable outfits in there were scarce. I frowned, and then I noticed a suit hanging on my bed. A tag on it read, 'from: your guardian angel'.
I laughed but when I observed the silver and white tones on the suit I knew it was going to look nice. The leggings were a white-silvery color while the tunic was whiter. On the tunic were silver tracings of vines, each leading to an emerald leaf. It was exquisite and the boots had emeralds on them in a similar formation. I put it on and looked into the mirror. I much resembled my father in his youth, but there was a slight air from my mother that lingered around me. I had her eyes, they were clearer than the bluest water. I smiled, checking my pearly white teeth. I walked outside and knocked on her door, "Cathelle, I am here to escort you to the dining hall."
Reyna hissed from inside. She flung the doors open, "Don't call me Tari here. I am not yet of age to be queen."
I looked at her, "How old are you?"
She blushed, "To be exact, three thousand forty-nine but in Fae years I would say I am three hundred."
I blushed, "I am a mere two thousand and nine hundred and thirty one. What age is the coming of age for Wicca Fae?" A/N: I changed it in the past chapter for those who have already read the incorrect number.
She giggled, "I never would have thought I older than thee. When I turn three thousand and fifty I will be of age. It is said that I was born during the war, but that was when I was born to the Fae clans, it was when I was first introduced to them." I nodded, that cleared up a good many questions. She was wearing a pair of faded blue leggings and a white camisole. She blushed, "I still need to dress, you need not wait for me."
I shook my head, "I will wait Cathelle." She smiled and closed her doors slowly. I heard her pull out a chair and sit in it, and then I heard her begin to brush her long brown locks. Suddenly, another sound arose, the sound of sobs. I knocked lightly and entered, against all rules father had taught me.
"You are crying?"
Small tears streamed down her fragile cheeks. Her skin looked paler in the dark and her hair black. I looked at her; her tears were greenish turquoise drops, not clear like mine. She let them fall freely as she spoke, "My Fae power is water, so all the water in my body radiates that power. That is why I heal quickly, my body is like yours, and made a lot of water."
I walked up to her and put a hand on her shoulder, still looking at her in the mirror. I shook my head, "I do not care of your tears' color, I care of why they fall."
She cast her head downward, "They fall against my will. I am just not completely recovered from killing my father."
I nodded, "You are not emotionally over it yet."
She sighed deeply, "Yes. I wish not to admit it, but yes." I rubbed her shoulders, massaging her neck also as she stopped sobbing. "I just keep wondering if I had let him live, maybe he would have changed his ways."
I shook my head, "An elf who risks everything to follow Sauron will not repent."
She shrugged, "I am sorry, my face is all clammy now from my tears. Perhaps I should not attend the ball."
I tilted her head up and walked around to face her, "You will come, we will dance and every trouble in your mind will be eased. You look lovely, just lovely." I stared deeply into her eyes as her eyes darted back and forth from mine, searching for sincerity. She could not deny its presence.
She nodded, "I will go."
I smiled, "Good." I started to brush her hair, "What dress will you wear?"
She laughed, "I will wear the Fae Gown of course. You will like it, I hope."
I chuckled, "I like you in anything." She flushed again.
"Well 'anything' does not include 'nothing' so hurry out so that I may change."
I blushed furiously and nodded. I bowed, "I will wait outside melamin. {My love.}" Color claimed her cheeks in turn and I closed the door behind me.
~~~POV CHANGE-REYNA LINDELE~~~
I looked over at my dress; it was ruby red. Such a dark red, it reminded me of blood. The neckline was a v-neck that came down to expose a little of my cleavage. Gold trimming outlined the neckline and garnet satin covered my chest, back and shoulders. The sleeves ran down my arms to my wrists where it opened in a bell sleeve that covered my hand up to my thumbs.
I pulled my thick curly hair up into a bun that had many curls falling from it in a disheveled manner. I let two small curves fall over my ears, framing the tips of my ears between my curls. It looked in the mirror; the dress fell to my feet to reveal gold-strapped sandals that were decorated with rubies. I had two piercings in each ear and I put four small ruby studs in the holes. I wore no necklace; no bracelet and the earrings themselves were borrowed from Arwen.
I sighed, my only piece of jewelry was my Fae Jewel. Every Fae had a jewel modeled after their most used branch; mine was water. I could not wear a sapphire with a red dress so my neck went unadorned. I glanced at my reflection.
I looked paler than normal, and my eyes looked browner than they usually did. I sighed, "Reyna Lindele, get a hold of yourself. You are holding a ball in honor of guests and you must present yourself properly. Do not behave foolishly because you are going through an emotional state in your life. Legolas has seen you cry one to many times." I smiled, baring my slightly enlarged canines and went to open the door and go with Legolas to the ball.
~~~END~~~
Well? Was it good enough for all of you? I hope you aren't mad, I took forever to update because I had loads of homework. Please review and I will struggle to have the next chappy up before the weekend is over. Namarie!
Chapter Fourteen
Another Chance
~~~POV-LEGOLAS GREENLEAF~~~
I stared at her through my moist lashes. Her eyes drowned in a concealed regret. I smiled, "Come, let's forget it all."
She smiled, "I will hold a grand celebration tonight in honor of Arwen, Aragorn and your arrival."
I flushed slightly, "That would be marvelous. We could dance some more." Color possessed her cheeks at this comment.
She nodded, "I will go tell the kitchen, could you go give Arwen and Aragorn the announcement?" I nodded and departed to the west wing. I knocked softly on the door and heard a sudden gasp and a bit of scurrying around before Aragorn answered the door.
I grinned, "Did I interrupt anything?"
Aragorn laughed, "Not really, come in."
I walked in to their room and noticed it was much like mine with a color theme of evergreen and ruby red. I thought it was enchanting; their ceiling was painted with a sunset behind the forest of Glacia I assumed. I nodded my head respectively to Aragorn and turned to Arwen. I smiled, "Híril Arwen, I am here to announce that Híril Reyna is holding a celebration tonight in our honor." Arwen looked at her swollen stomach. I laughed lightly, "I do not think that someone would hold it against you if you took an early rest due to your pregnant state."
She smiled, "Then I shall attend, and Aragorn with me." Aragorn looked up from his book, rather confused. Arwen laughed richly, "We are going to a festival tonight, Reyna is holding it in our honor." Aragorn nodded and I bowed out of their chambers politely. I ran swiftly to mine, as the sun was at the horizon already. I sifted through my wardrobe quickly; the suitable outfits in there were scarce. I frowned, and then I noticed a suit hanging on my bed. A tag on it read, 'from: your guardian angel'.
I laughed but when I observed the silver and white tones on the suit I knew it was going to look nice. The leggings were a white-silvery color while the tunic was whiter. On the tunic were silver tracings of vines, each leading to an emerald leaf. It was exquisite and the boots had emeralds on them in a similar formation. I put it on and looked into the mirror. I much resembled my father in his youth, but there was a slight air from my mother that lingered around me. I had her eyes, they were clearer than the bluest water. I smiled, checking my pearly white teeth. I walked outside and knocked on her door, "Cathelle, I am here to escort you to the dining hall."
Reyna hissed from inside. She flung the doors open, "Don't call me Tari here. I am not yet of age to be queen."
I looked at her, "How old are you?"
She blushed, "To be exact, three thousand forty-nine but in Fae years I would say I am three hundred."
I blushed, "I am a mere two thousand and nine hundred and thirty one. What age is the coming of age for Wicca Fae?" A/N: I changed it in the past chapter for those who have already read the incorrect number.
She giggled, "I never would have thought I older than thee. When I turn three thousand and fifty I will be of age. It is said that I was born during the war, but that was when I was born to the Fae clans, it was when I was first introduced to them." I nodded, that cleared up a good many questions. She was wearing a pair of faded blue leggings and a white camisole. She blushed, "I still need to dress, you need not wait for me."
I shook my head, "I will wait Cathelle." She smiled and closed her doors slowly. I heard her pull out a chair and sit in it, and then I heard her begin to brush her long brown locks. Suddenly, another sound arose, the sound of sobs. I knocked lightly and entered, against all rules father had taught me.
"You are crying?"
Small tears streamed down her fragile cheeks. Her skin looked paler in the dark and her hair black. I looked at her; her tears were greenish turquoise drops, not clear like mine. She let them fall freely as she spoke, "My Fae power is water, so all the water in my body radiates that power. That is why I heal quickly, my body is like yours, and made a lot of water."
I walked up to her and put a hand on her shoulder, still looking at her in the mirror. I shook my head, "I do not care of your tears' color, I care of why they fall."
She cast her head downward, "They fall against my will. I am just not completely recovered from killing my father."
I nodded, "You are not emotionally over it yet."
She sighed deeply, "Yes. I wish not to admit it, but yes." I rubbed her shoulders, massaging her neck also as she stopped sobbing. "I just keep wondering if I had let him live, maybe he would have changed his ways."
I shook my head, "An elf who risks everything to follow Sauron will not repent."
She shrugged, "I am sorry, my face is all clammy now from my tears. Perhaps I should not attend the ball."
I tilted her head up and walked around to face her, "You will come, we will dance and every trouble in your mind will be eased. You look lovely, just lovely." I stared deeply into her eyes as her eyes darted back and forth from mine, searching for sincerity. She could not deny its presence.
She nodded, "I will go."
I smiled, "Good." I started to brush her hair, "What dress will you wear?"
She laughed, "I will wear the Fae Gown of course. You will like it, I hope."
I chuckled, "I like you in anything." She flushed again.
"Well 'anything' does not include 'nothing' so hurry out so that I may change."
I blushed furiously and nodded. I bowed, "I will wait outside melamin. {My love.}" Color claimed her cheeks in turn and I closed the door behind me.
~~~POV CHANGE-REYNA LINDELE~~~
I looked over at my dress; it was ruby red. Such a dark red, it reminded me of blood. The neckline was a v-neck that came down to expose a little of my cleavage. Gold trimming outlined the neckline and garnet satin covered my chest, back and shoulders. The sleeves ran down my arms to my wrists where it opened in a bell sleeve that covered my hand up to my thumbs.
I pulled my thick curly hair up into a bun that had many curls falling from it in a disheveled manner. I let two small curves fall over my ears, framing the tips of my ears between my curls. It looked in the mirror; the dress fell to my feet to reveal gold-strapped sandals that were decorated with rubies. I had two piercings in each ear and I put four small ruby studs in the holes. I wore no necklace; no bracelet and the earrings themselves were borrowed from Arwen.
I sighed, my only piece of jewelry was my Fae Jewel. Every Fae had a jewel modeled after their most used branch; mine was water. I could not wear a sapphire with a red dress so my neck went unadorned. I glanced at my reflection.
I looked paler than normal, and my eyes looked browner than they usually did. I sighed, "Reyna Lindele, get a hold of yourself. You are holding a ball in honor of guests and you must present yourself properly. Do not behave foolishly because you are going through an emotional state in your life. Legolas has seen you cry one to many times." I smiled, baring my slightly enlarged canines and went to open the door and go with Legolas to the ball.
~~~END~~~
Well? Was it good enough for all of you? I hope you aren't mad, I took forever to update because I had loads of homework. Please review and I will struggle to have the next chappy up before the weekend is over. Namarie!