A/N: Sorry it took a while to get this one to you all! I got a tremendous
approval of the first couple chapters, and I just want to thank you all!
*hugs everbody*
Disclaimer: I really, really, REALLY want to own His Royal Hottness, but alas! I DON'T ! I just own Alíana, Liliana, and Lauralin... oh, and I own their house too! :)
Chapter Four: Departure
"We're WHAT?" Lauralin practically shouted, dropping the plate that she held in her hand.
"Leaving, you twit. And Ata said no electronics." Legolas added, chucking her a dustpan and brush. His patience was running thin with the elfling's attitude problem.
"Take only what you need." Legolas added. "ONLY!" he called over his shoulder to her, knowing that she was going to smuggle something into her bag.
"Only what I need..." Lauralin murmured haughtily. "Shit, that leaves me with, like, nothing." She went upstairs, leaving the dustpan and brush to be tripped over by some unsuspecting person, and wandered into her room. She picked up her CD player, and stuck it in a bag she would take with her... no way, she wasn't living without her music!
'Geez,' she thought. 'Legolas and Alí have it easy. They're Ata's favorites. Always first in her eyes. And they're all on top of each other and everything. They're practically twins!' She sat, flustered on her bed, head in one of her hands and her elbow resting on her knee.
"Why can't I be like them?" she said wistfully, before a tear leaked down her young cheek. She wiped away the solitary droplet and stuffed a few more of her CDs into her bag.
~^~
Alí came down the stairs, carrying a small collection of trinkets. Legolas followed with nothing, hands in pockets.
"Legolas, what's the reason of not bringing anything?" she asked curiously as he descended the last step.
"Came with nothing, leave with nothing. I expect that I had something in the other realm, it must still be there." He said simply, shrugging.
"Good point," she said, amazed at his logic. "It's a shame, you know, we buy all those waffles, only to leave..." Alí hinted, her eyes flickering towards the kitchen.
"Race you!" Legolas cried, dashing into the kitchen.
"Hey, not fair! Ground rules first!" Alíana called, putting her belongings carefully on a glass table and jogging into the kitchen.
"Alright, maybe we should share with Ata and Lauralin, this time." Legolas suggested, head buried in the chest freezer.
"Hmm... Leave 'em a box or two..." Alí said, shrugging. "There's no way they would finish more than that." Legolas nodded, staggering to the kitchen table with eight boxes of waffles.
"Ata!" Legolas called through the kitchen door. "Are you willing to judge another contest?" he shouted, once he had abandoned the waffle boxes on the table.
"Don't eat all of those, you'll get sick!" Lily said, coming into the kitchen and looking at the eight boxes of waffles.
"We wouldn't! We would save two for you and Lauralin." He said.
"You do know that there are ways or heating things in Middle Earth, don't you?" Lily smiled, her hands on her hips.
"Hmm... didn't think of that." Alí said, she felt so stupid. Of course she could eat waffles when she left!
"Goooooood point." Legolas said. "But still, can't we still eat some of them?" Lily laughed at his enormous appetite.
"Of course, Legolas. But you'll have to make them yourself. I'm not doing it." She waltzed out of the kitchen. "And make some for your sister and I!" she called over her shoulder.
"Two boxes?" Legolas asked.
Alí nodded. "That's 6 for Ata and Lauralin... and 42 for us. Sounds good!" Alí laughed.
Gosh... Legolas loved her laugh.
Gosh, where did that thought come from?
~^~
"Ata!" Alí ran back into the house from where she had been standing on the porch. "Ata, dawn is coming!" she raced through the kitchen and into her mother's room, where her mother was picking up her small amount of possessions and carrying them into the hall.
"Good." She said. She put down her few trinkets. "Lauralin!" she called up the stairs.
"Coming!" the girl shouted from above.
"Oh, Eru, you aren't taking all of that are you?" Alí said, exasperatedly, upon seeing the mass of stuff her sister was attempting to bring.
"Lets see..." Lily said, taking the bag from her daughter and pawing through it. "Lauralin, you don't need half of this stuff!" she said, taking the CD player and putting it aside.
"Yes I do!" Lauralin screamed, making both other women flinch. She took the abandoned CD player and housed it back in her already overfull bag.
"Look at your sister, all she is taking is a few personal possessions! She's not attempting to bring cable TV!" her mother argued.
"Perfect Alíana," scoffed the girl, "Follow her example, be just like her," Lauralin stomped off up the stairs. The three elves heard a door slam momentarily.
"I'll talk with her..." Lily said. "You and Legolas put everything outside, and then wait for the two of us." Alí nodded.
"Legolas, could you come here?" she shouted in his general direction, sure that he could hear her call.
"Yes, seleramin?" he said, leaning casually in the doorway, making her jump.
"A little help? I don't want to break anything" she said, standing with her and her mother's things. Legolas took a book and her box of trinkets from her and led the way outside. He walked across the garden and sat on his swing, and Alí sat on hers. They both stared in their own directions.
"I think I'm going to miss it here, Legolas said, staring up through his bedroom window, "Especially my GameCube," Alí snorted, and absent-mindedly lightly pushed his shoulder.
"Guys and games... made for each other." She rolled her eyes. "Legolas, are you okay?" Legolas was staring at her differently, smiling.
"I'm fine, just fine..." he said, giving his head a little shake. He laughed. "I was just admiring how beautiful you are in the sunrise."
"Uh, thanks," she said, not quite sure what to think of his sudden attitude.
"Lle creoso," (you're welcome) he whispered. "Ata is coming. Come on," he said after a minute of silence. He stood up and took her hand, cradling what he was holding in his other arm. Lily came outside, beaming. Her energy was starting to mount in excitement.
She was going to see Elrohir again.
Legolas and Alí had never seen their mother in a happier mood, except when Lauralin was born. She had a sort of glow, an inside pride, and now it seemed to be back. She was grinning from ear to ear, and when she took her things from Legolas she almost hopped on the spot in excitement.
"Ta naa mela," (It is love) Legolas whispered to Alí, "It must be."
"Henieamin, (my children) we must leave," she said. "The divide between worlds will not last long," Lily led the way into the forest, clutching the flower to her tightly. Alí followed with Legolas, and Lauralin was last; huffing and stomping the whole way.
"Elrohir," Lily created a connection. "We are coming."
"Walk straight." Came her lover's voice. "You will meet Elladan. He will take you to Rivendell's gate." And then he broke the connection again.
Alí and Legolas were staring straight head, not daring to talk and break the silence of the forest. Lauralin was still mad at her mother for not letting her bring everything she wanted. She was muttering about the unfairness of something.
Alí noticed the subtle change in the surroundings, but was not quite sure about them. The trees, which had been mostly old, gnarled, and crooked, were now tall, straight, and green. Plants that she had never seen were planted amongst grass that she was sure did not grow in her world.
She nudged Legolas and pointed to one of the plants. He stopped to examine one, and Alí stopped as well, fingering a soft leaf of a flowery plant.
They said nothing, but kept on going. A voice from nowhere then spoke, startling the three children, but not their mother. A figure dropped from a tree beside Lauralin and she squealed and jumped.
"Liliana, seleramin, tampa." (Liliana, my sister, stop,) they commanded. All four of them stopped in their tracks.
"Elladan," Lily said, touching the man, no, he had pointed ears, elf's face with a trembling hand. The elf was tall, with stern gray eyes. He wore a quiver on his back, full of arrows; his bow was in his hand at his side. He had a green tunic on with black leggings, and his hair was long and dark, though not black. He was quite handsome, Alí observed. Elladan smiled.
"Your father will be very happy to see you," he said to Alí and Lauralin. "Your father" he turned to Legolas, "is not here as of now. But he sent a messenger ahead of him saying that he would be here within the day." He said to Legolas, who smiled in return.
"Legolas, come on!" Alí tugged on his tunic shirt. "I wanna go see Ada!" she whined childishly. She pulled him along by his shirtsleeve, and he stumbled over plants behind the company.
"My father is coming..." he said, still dazed. "I remember so little of him, only that he was of a high status. But how high, I'm not sure about." Alí, who had released his shirt and now had his wrist, dragged Legolas behind them. She was just trying to just make sure he was keeping up with the group without killing himself by tripping over a root.
Lauralin was no longer huffing, but was gazing in awe at her surroundings. Her gray-blue eyes were feasting on everything with wide eyes and her mouth was open, almost stupidly.
Wait, her gray-blue eyes... Gray? That elf, Elladan had gray eyes, he wasn't her father though, what if...
"Elladan?" Alí questioned, dropping Legolas's arm and jumping around Lauralin to get to him. He stopped talking in Elvish to Lily and answered.
"Yes, Alíana?" he said, gray eyes piercing into her own crystal blue ones.
"Am I related to you?" she inquired innocently, holding his gaze.
Lily laughed. "Uma, henamin, (Yes, my child) he is your uncle."
"I am your father's brother." Elladan smiled at her.
"Cool!" she said, hugging him. "So when do we get to... wherever we're going?"
"Rivendell," Elladan laughed again, "It shouldn't be far. We need to go down into the valley," he pointed down to where the path began to slope downward, "then it will be about ten minutes until we enter the city." He concluded, before encompassing Lily with more conversation in Elvish.
"I can sense your excitement. You have proven strong, being able to be away from your bonded one." Elladan said to her quietly.
"It's been hard," agreed Lily, just as softly.
"Well, you won't have to wait much longer." Elladan informed her, almost proudly, smiling in her direction.
The five of them proceeded down the valley and into the outskirts of the village. Every step that Lily took brought her closer to Elrohir, and her excitement and anticipation mounted along with the every time she set her foot down. Her heart was fluttering and her stomach twisted. She just wished that they could enter Rivendell...
A last familiar turn brought the company to the long, thin bridge, and yards away from the bridge was a stone gate covered in years worth of green vines, all shaded by the trees. In the middle of the gate, stood...
"Elrohir!" Lily shouted, she tore past her brother-in-law, as well as her daughters and adoptive son, sprinted the length of the bridge, and threw her arms around the elf. He twirled her around, hugging her waist, and when he brought her down, kissing her deeply. "Melamin..." Elrohir muttered kissing her again.
Alí, Legolas, and Lauralin were standing on the other side of the bridge, their mouths agape. "That is disturbing." Alí muttered. "Watching Ata making out,"
"Yep..." Legolas agreed.
Elladan led the way across the bridge and he reached the two lovers first. He waved for the children to follow, and they did, but Lauralin was walking so slowly that it would have been the next year before she reached the other side. She was wringing her hands and was shuffling her feet across the 3-foot wide bridge.
"Lauralin," Alí groaned. "Come on!" Alí walked back to the middle of the bridge, grabbed her sister's hand, and walked back to the other side, dragging her sister behind. "Don't you want to meet Ada?" she whispered, not bothering to restrain the excitement in her voice.
"Yes, but this bridge is tiny, Alí!" she whispered back.
"You'll get used to it..." Alí hoped, rather than said.
Alí had been in such a hurry to get her sister that she had not taken a good look at the man her mother was clinging to. He was...
"Did I mention that I am your father's twin brother?" Elladan joked, smiling a Alí's face. Her father was an exact replica of Elladan, gray eyes, long brown hair, and strong features.
"Alíana, tinuamin," (my daughter) Elrohir said, embracing her. He did to same thing to Lauralin and hugged her as well. Lily was crying tears of happiness.
"Lye naa eska, lye naa eska," (We are home, we are home) she was repeating happily to herself.
"Come, I have prepared rooms for the three of you. And Legolas, your father sent a messenger. He will be here with in the next day." Legolas grinned and followed silently.
Lily was silently rejoicing being home, Lauralin was sneakily eyeing out young male elves through the corner of her eyes, and Legolas and Alí were chatting animatedly about what they were going to do later that day.
Elrohir and Elladan led them past doors and down hallways, up stairs, and past halls, until they came to a long corridor of doors. At the end was a stained glass window of a rose vine entwining a bow.
"This is the royal hallway, for family and guests," Elrohir informed the children.
"Wait," Alíana stopped dead. "What? ROYAL? Did you say ROYAL?!" she asked. She looked from her mother to her father.
"Uma, tinuamin. Royal." (Yes, my daughter). He looked at Lily. "You have not told them?" he asked. Lily shook her head.
"I saw no need to, melamin." She answered, and put her head on her husband's shoulder.
"Very well, than I shell tell you. But first," he pointed to two doors. "These are your rooms, you may choose whose is whose." And then he pointed down the hallway. "That is your room, Legolas."
"This one is mine." Alí said, touching the doorknob closest to her.
"And this one is mine." Lauralin said, touching the other knob.
Elrohir started to explain. "I am the son of Elrond Halfelven, Lord of Rivendell; that makes me a prince, as well as my brother, and my sister, your Aunt Arwen, is a princess. That makes you and your sister princesses." He said, matter-of-factly.
"You are Prince of Mirkwood. Your father is King Thranduil." Elladan told Legolas, who was waiting to know of his identity.
Legolas nodded, and walked down to his room silently, and shut his door with a resounding click. Alí noticed a solemnity about him, which was very uncharacteristic to him. Why wasn't he talking? He was suddenly so quiet... she decided she would talk to him later.
She and Lauralin hugged their father again, before the walked into their rooms. Lily called after them, "Remember to come to lunch!" before departing with Elrohir.
Alíana stepped into her room and blinked a few times for the sight to sink in. The walls were decorated with pale pastel greens, yellows, and blues. There were two doors, one leading to the bathroom, she presumed, and when she opened the other the face of her sister greeted her.
"Adjoining rooms," Lauralin said, still slightly surprised to see her sister.
"Cool," Alí agreed.
"Yep," Lauralin said, before shutting the door. Alí turned to explore the rest of her room. She peeked her head inside of the bathroom, which was nearly the size of the room itself. A door led to Lauralin's room on the other end. It was covered in white tile, and every once and a while was the what seemed to be family crest, with the rose vine and the bow. In the corner was an enormous bathtub, and on one wall there was a large counter with two basins. Behind the basins was a large mirror mounted on the wall. Alí went back into the room.
Flowers, mainly roses, were arranged in lovely vases around the room. On every surface were candles of all sorts, and there was even the scent of flowers in the air.
There were large double doors on the far wall, and they were open and letting the breeze come in. They led to an adjoining balcony, which ran the length of the building. It had little gates separating them.
Back in the room, there was a large wardrobe, and when opened, it produced many different colored dresses, and then there was the bed. Alí hopped onto the enormous, soft, pillowed bed. She bounced a bit, and then flopped back onto the bed.
"Being a princess won't be that bad, after all." She thought before she fell into what an elf could call sleep.
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Disclaimer: I really, really, REALLY want to own His Royal Hottness, but alas! I DON'T ! I just own Alíana, Liliana, and Lauralin... oh, and I own their house too! :)
Chapter Four: Departure
"We're WHAT?" Lauralin practically shouted, dropping the plate that she held in her hand.
"Leaving, you twit. And Ata said no electronics." Legolas added, chucking her a dustpan and brush. His patience was running thin with the elfling's attitude problem.
"Take only what you need." Legolas added. "ONLY!" he called over his shoulder to her, knowing that she was going to smuggle something into her bag.
"Only what I need..." Lauralin murmured haughtily. "Shit, that leaves me with, like, nothing." She went upstairs, leaving the dustpan and brush to be tripped over by some unsuspecting person, and wandered into her room. She picked up her CD player, and stuck it in a bag she would take with her... no way, she wasn't living without her music!
'Geez,' she thought. 'Legolas and Alí have it easy. They're Ata's favorites. Always first in her eyes. And they're all on top of each other and everything. They're practically twins!' She sat, flustered on her bed, head in one of her hands and her elbow resting on her knee.
"Why can't I be like them?" she said wistfully, before a tear leaked down her young cheek. She wiped away the solitary droplet and stuffed a few more of her CDs into her bag.
~^~
Alí came down the stairs, carrying a small collection of trinkets. Legolas followed with nothing, hands in pockets.
"Legolas, what's the reason of not bringing anything?" she asked curiously as he descended the last step.
"Came with nothing, leave with nothing. I expect that I had something in the other realm, it must still be there." He said simply, shrugging.
"Good point," she said, amazed at his logic. "It's a shame, you know, we buy all those waffles, only to leave..." Alí hinted, her eyes flickering towards the kitchen.
"Race you!" Legolas cried, dashing into the kitchen.
"Hey, not fair! Ground rules first!" Alíana called, putting her belongings carefully on a glass table and jogging into the kitchen.
"Alright, maybe we should share with Ata and Lauralin, this time." Legolas suggested, head buried in the chest freezer.
"Hmm... Leave 'em a box or two..." Alí said, shrugging. "There's no way they would finish more than that." Legolas nodded, staggering to the kitchen table with eight boxes of waffles.
"Ata!" Legolas called through the kitchen door. "Are you willing to judge another contest?" he shouted, once he had abandoned the waffle boxes on the table.
"Don't eat all of those, you'll get sick!" Lily said, coming into the kitchen and looking at the eight boxes of waffles.
"We wouldn't! We would save two for you and Lauralin." He said.
"You do know that there are ways or heating things in Middle Earth, don't you?" Lily smiled, her hands on her hips.
"Hmm... didn't think of that." Alí said, she felt so stupid. Of course she could eat waffles when she left!
"Goooooood point." Legolas said. "But still, can't we still eat some of them?" Lily laughed at his enormous appetite.
"Of course, Legolas. But you'll have to make them yourself. I'm not doing it." She waltzed out of the kitchen. "And make some for your sister and I!" she called over her shoulder.
"Two boxes?" Legolas asked.
Alí nodded. "That's 6 for Ata and Lauralin... and 42 for us. Sounds good!" Alí laughed.
Gosh... Legolas loved her laugh.
Gosh, where did that thought come from?
~^~
"Ata!" Alí ran back into the house from where she had been standing on the porch. "Ata, dawn is coming!" she raced through the kitchen and into her mother's room, where her mother was picking up her small amount of possessions and carrying them into the hall.
"Good." She said. She put down her few trinkets. "Lauralin!" she called up the stairs.
"Coming!" the girl shouted from above.
"Oh, Eru, you aren't taking all of that are you?" Alí said, exasperatedly, upon seeing the mass of stuff her sister was attempting to bring.
"Lets see..." Lily said, taking the bag from her daughter and pawing through it. "Lauralin, you don't need half of this stuff!" she said, taking the CD player and putting it aside.
"Yes I do!" Lauralin screamed, making both other women flinch. She took the abandoned CD player and housed it back in her already overfull bag.
"Look at your sister, all she is taking is a few personal possessions! She's not attempting to bring cable TV!" her mother argued.
"Perfect Alíana," scoffed the girl, "Follow her example, be just like her," Lauralin stomped off up the stairs. The three elves heard a door slam momentarily.
"I'll talk with her..." Lily said. "You and Legolas put everything outside, and then wait for the two of us." Alí nodded.
"Legolas, could you come here?" she shouted in his general direction, sure that he could hear her call.
"Yes, seleramin?" he said, leaning casually in the doorway, making her jump.
"A little help? I don't want to break anything" she said, standing with her and her mother's things. Legolas took a book and her box of trinkets from her and led the way outside. He walked across the garden and sat on his swing, and Alí sat on hers. They both stared in their own directions.
"I think I'm going to miss it here, Legolas said, staring up through his bedroom window, "Especially my GameCube," Alí snorted, and absent-mindedly lightly pushed his shoulder.
"Guys and games... made for each other." She rolled her eyes. "Legolas, are you okay?" Legolas was staring at her differently, smiling.
"I'm fine, just fine..." he said, giving his head a little shake. He laughed. "I was just admiring how beautiful you are in the sunrise."
"Uh, thanks," she said, not quite sure what to think of his sudden attitude.
"Lle creoso," (you're welcome) he whispered. "Ata is coming. Come on," he said after a minute of silence. He stood up and took her hand, cradling what he was holding in his other arm. Lily came outside, beaming. Her energy was starting to mount in excitement.
She was going to see Elrohir again.
Legolas and Alí had never seen their mother in a happier mood, except when Lauralin was born. She had a sort of glow, an inside pride, and now it seemed to be back. She was grinning from ear to ear, and when she took her things from Legolas she almost hopped on the spot in excitement.
"Ta naa mela," (It is love) Legolas whispered to Alí, "It must be."
"Henieamin, (my children) we must leave," she said. "The divide between worlds will not last long," Lily led the way into the forest, clutching the flower to her tightly. Alí followed with Legolas, and Lauralin was last; huffing and stomping the whole way.
"Elrohir," Lily created a connection. "We are coming."
"Walk straight." Came her lover's voice. "You will meet Elladan. He will take you to Rivendell's gate." And then he broke the connection again.
Alí and Legolas were staring straight head, not daring to talk and break the silence of the forest. Lauralin was still mad at her mother for not letting her bring everything she wanted. She was muttering about the unfairness of something.
Alí noticed the subtle change in the surroundings, but was not quite sure about them. The trees, which had been mostly old, gnarled, and crooked, were now tall, straight, and green. Plants that she had never seen were planted amongst grass that she was sure did not grow in her world.
She nudged Legolas and pointed to one of the plants. He stopped to examine one, and Alí stopped as well, fingering a soft leaf of a flowery plant.
They said nothing, but kept on going. A voice from nowhere then spoke, startling the three children, but not their mother. A figure dropped from a tree beside Lauralin and she squealed and jumped.
"Liliana, seleramin, tampa." (Liliana, my sister, stop,) they commanded. All four of them stopped in their tracks.
"Elladan," Lily said, touching the man, no, he had pointed ears, elf's face with a trembling hand. The elf was tall, with stern gray eyes. He wore a quiver on his back, full of arrows; his bow was in his hand at his side. He had a green tunic on with black leggings, and his hair was long and dark, though not black. He was quite handsome, Alí observed. Elladan smiled.
"Your father will be very happy to see you," he said to Alí and Lauralin. "Your father" he turned to Legolas, "is not here as of now. But he sent a messenger ahead of him saying that he would be here within the day." He said to Legolas, who smiled in return.
"Legolas, come on!" Alí tugged on his tunic shirt. "I wanna go see Ada!" she whined childishly. She pulled him along by his shirtsleeve, and he stumbled over plants behind the company.
"My father is coming..." he said, still dazed. "I remember so little of him, only that he was of a high status. But how high, I'm not sure about." Alí, who had released his shirt and now had his wrist, dragged Legolas behind them. She was just trying to just make sure he was keeping up with the group without killing himself by tripping over a root.
Lauralin was no longer huffing, but was gazing in awe at her surroundings. Her gray-blue eyes were feasting on everything with wide eyes and her mouth was open, almost stupidly.
Wait, her gray-blue eyes... Gray? That elf, Elladan had gray eyes, he wasn't her father though, what if...
"Elladan?" Alí questioned, dropping Legolas's arm and jumping around Lauralin to get to him. He stopped talking in Elvish to Lily and answered.
"Yes, Alíana?" he said, gray eyes piercing into her own crystal blue ones.
"Am I related to you?" she inquired innocently, holding his gaze.
Lily laughed. "Uma, henamin, (Yes, my child) he is your uncle."
"I am your father's brother." Elladan smiled at her.
"Cool!" she said, hugging him. "So when do we get to... wherever we're going?"
"Rivendell," Elladan laughed again, "It shouldn't be far. We need to go down into the valley," he pointed down to where the path began to slope downward, "then it will be about ten minutes until we enter the city." He concluded, before encompassing Lily with more conversation in Elvish.
"I can sense your excitement. You have proven strong, being able to be away from your bonded one." Elladan said to her quietly.
"It's been hard," agreed Lily, just as softly.
"Well, you won't have to wait much longer." Elladan informed her, almost proudly, smiling in her direction.
The five of them proceeded down the valley and into the outskirts of the village. Every step that Lily took brought her closer to Elrohir, and her excitement and anticipation mounted along with the every time she set her foot down. Her heart was fluttering and her stomach twisted. She just wished that they could enter Rivendell...
A last familiar turn brought the company to the long, thin bridge, and yards away from the bridge was a stone gate covered in years worth of green vines, all shaded by the trees. In the middle of the gate, stood...
"Elrohir!" Lily shouted, she tore past her brother-in-law, as well as her daughters and adoptive son, sprinted the length of the bridge, and threw her arms around the elf. He twirled her around, hugging her waist, and when he brought her down, kissing her deeply. "Melamin..." Elrohir muttered kissing her again.
Alí, Legolas, and Lauralin were standing on the other side of the bridge, their mouths agape. "That is disturbing." Alí muttered. "Watching Ata making out,"
"Yep..." Legolas agreed.
Elladan led the way across the bridge and he reached the two lovers first. He waved for the children to follow, and they did, but Lauralin was walking so slowly that it would have been the next year before she reached the other side. She was wringing her hands and was shuffling her feet across the 3-foot wide bridge.
"Lauralin," Alí groaned. "Come on!" Alí walked back to the middle of the bridge, grabbed her sister's hand, and walked back to the other side, dragging her sister behind. "Don't you want to meet Ada?" she whispered, not bothering to restrain the excitement in her voice.
"Yes, but this bridge is tiny, Alí!" she whispered back.
"You'll get used to it..." Alí hoped, rather than said.
Alí had been in such a hurry to get her sister that she had not taken a good look at the man her mother was clinging to. He was...
"Did I mention that I am your father's twin brother?" Elladan joked, smiling a Alí's face. Her father was an exact replica of Elladan, gray eyes, long brown hair, and strong features.
"Alíana, tinuamin," (my daughter) Elrohir said, embracing her. He did to same thing to Lauralin and hugged her as well. Lily was crying tears of happiness.
"Lye naa eska, lye naa eska," (We are home, we are home) she was repeating happily to herself.
"Come, I have prepared rooms for the three of you. And Legolas, your father sent a messenger. He will be here with in the next day." Legolas grinned and followed silently.
Lily was silently rejoicing being home, Lauralin was sneakily eyeing out young male elves through the corner of her eyes, and Legolas and Alí were chatting animatedly about what they were going to do later that day.
Elrohir and Elladan led them past doors and down hallways, up stairs, and past halls, until they came to a long corridor of doors. At the end was a stained glass window of a rose vine entwining a bow.
"This is the royal hallway, for family and guests," Elrohir informed the children.
"Wait," Alíana stopped dead. "What? ROYAL? Did you say ROYAL?!" she asked. She looked from her mother to her father.
"Uma, tinuamin. Royal." (Yes, my daughter). He looked at Lily. "You have not told them?" he asked. Lily shook her head.
"I saw no need to, melamin." She answered, and put her head on her husband's shoulder.
"Very well, than I shell tell you. But first," he pointed to two doors. "These are your rooms, you may choose whose is whose." And then he pointed down the hallway. "That is your room, Legolas."
"This one is mine." Alí said, touching the doorknob closest to her.
"And this one is mine." Lauralin said, touching the other knob.
Elrohir started to explain. "I am the son of Elrond Halfelven, Lord of Rivendell; that makes me a prince, as well as my brother, and my sister, your Aunt Arwen, is a princess. That makes you and your sister princesses." He said, matter-of-factly.
"You are Prince of Mirkwood. Your father is King Thranduil." Elladan told Legolas, who was waiting to know of his identity.
Legolas nodded, and walked down to his room silently, and shut his door with a resounding click. Alí noticed a solemnity about him, which was very uncharacteristic to him. Why wasn't he talking? He was suddenly so quiet... she decided she would talk to him later.
She and Lauralin hugged their father again, before the walked into their rooms. Lily called after them, "Remember to come to lunch!" before departing with Elrohir.
Alíana stepped into her room and blinked a few times for the sight to sink in. The walls were decorated with pale pastel greens, yellows, and blues. There were two doors, one leading to the bathroom, she presumed, and when she opened the other the face of her sister greeted her.
"Adjoining rooms," Lauralin said, still slightly surprised to see her sister.
"Cool," Alí agreed.
"Yep," Lauralin said, before shutting the door. Alí turned to explore the rest of her room. She peeked her head inside of the bathroom, which was nearly the size of the room itself. A door led to Lauralin's room on the other end. It was covered in white tile, and every once and a while was the what seemed to be family crest, with the rose vine and the bow. In the corner was an enormous bathtub, and on one wall there was a large counter with two basins. Behind the basins was a large mirror mounted on the wall. Alí went back into the room.
Flowers, mainly roses, were arranged in lovely vases around the room. On every surface were candles of all sorts, and there was even the scent of flowers in the air.
There were large double doors on the far wall, and they were open and letting the breeze come in. They led to an adjoining balcony, which ran the length of the building. It had little gates separating them.
Back in the room, there was a large wardrobe, and when opened, it produced many different colored dresses, and then there was the bed. Alí hopped onto the enormous, soft, pillowed bed. She bounced a bit, and then flopped back onto the bed.
"Being a princess won't be that bad, after all." She thought before she fell into what an elf could call sleep.
A/N: Yay! You all made it to the end of the chapter! Hooray! *Hands out Celeborn cookies*
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