A/N: It's me again! *watches as all cower in fear* Well, OK! I'll just GET
TO THE CHAPTER! ~sigh~
Disclaimer: *swipes everybody off of C. Tolkien* MUAH HA HA! THEY'RE ALL MINE! MINE! MIIIINE!!!!! Chapter Five:
"Alíana!" Came a muffled voice from behind Alí's door. "Alíana, milady, may I come in?" Alí groaned in response, before the door eventually burst open after what seemed like a few tries of banging the door to try to get Alíana up, and in bustled an elf. "Milady! What are you doing resting? You have much to do today!" The elf shooed her off of her bed and into the bathroom.
"Your sister is already bathed and ready," the elf informed her. "You don't have much time before the afternoon meal, you only have an hour!" the elf started unclothing Alí, who decided against complaining... she was too tired to do so, anyways.
"What's your name?" Alíana yawned, as the she-elf shooed her into the tub.
"Tinwe," the elf said. "I will be your maid." She bowed in respect.
"I have my own maid?" Alí said, a bit flabbergasted at the idea of having her own caretaker.
"Well, Lady Liliana said that you wouldn't be much trouble, so I am the maid for both you and your sister." Tinwe replied quickly, washing, rinsing, and massaging Alí's head.
"Okay..." Alí slowly said. She'd never thought that being a princess required so much pampering...
"Princess, hurry!" Tinwe said, after a half-hour of her washing her thoroughly. "You have to dry and get dressed, then I have to do your hair, and oh! Where has the time gone?" Tinwe asked herself, worriedly.
~^~
"Elrohir, how do you think they took it?" Lily asked, as they were strolling through the gardens. She held her arm on the crook of her husband's elbow.
"Took what, melamin?" Elrohir asked, his arm encircling Lily's waist.
"Took the fact that they are royalty, you're their father, that they belong in this world..." Elrohir placed his finger over her lips to stop her stream of questions, before replacing his finger with his lips.
"Liliana, they are fine. A bit shaken, but they are fine." He assured. He kept walking. "Now, let us keep enjoying this lovely day, and then we can enjoy a lovely night," he winked, and Liliana giggled, before entwining her hand in his.
"It's so wonderful to be back," she whispered, looking up at her husband.
~^~
Legolas shut the door behind him in his temporary room, and slid down the door, to where he sat, his back against the door, his elbows on his bent knees, and his hands cupping his forehead.
It was all very overwhelming. From vague memories, he remembered his father, but his father being a king? He, a prince? His sisters, princesses? It was almost too much information to process.
He sat there for what seemed like hours, before there was a knock on his door. He stood up and opened what was his backrest momentarily before.
"Hey, may I come in?" Alí asked timidly to him. She was wearing a light green summer dress that fitted her figure well and pooled around her feet.
"Sure," he muttered, moving away so that she could come in and sit on the bed. Legolas followed and joined her.
"Legolas, what is wrong? You became so quiet as soon as you found out your status..." She asked worriedly. She started toying with the little fluff that outlined a pillow next to her. She rubbed the soft substance between her thumb and index fingers, and looked at her worried brother.
"It's a lot, you know?" he said, avoiding her eyes. "Living your life not knowing who you are, then finding your future being portrayed on television for all of America to see, and then changing worlds..."
"Yeah, well, I guess I don't have it as bad as you. I at least have my parents here." She replied, still playing with the pillow fluff. She sighed, and then said, "Well, I came to tell you that it is lunchtime." She hugged her brother and got up off the bed. "Are you coming?" she slowly said to the door in front of her, not looking back.
"Well, okay." Legolas heaved himself off the bed. "Do you think that they have waffles here?"
Alíana laughed. "Maybe, well... I'm starved!"
~^~
"So, where are we?"
Fifteen minutes of wandering possessed Alíana to ask that question as they yet again found themselves back in the royal wing.
"Maybe if we go left..." Legolas suggested.
"We've been left! *Twice*." Alíana cut him off. She was about to give up on having lunch, when a voice behind them inquired,
"Are you lost?" An elf asked sweetly.
Both of them turned to find a very beautiful she-elf coming out of one of the rooms. She was wearing a light blue dress, and she had long, slightly wavy dark hair. She was easily the most stunning person Alíana had ever looked upon. Her gray eyes pierced into Alí and Legolas' crystal blue ones.
"Are you...?" Alí started her sentence, still shocked.
"Arwen? Yes." Arwen finished for them. "I presume that you are Alíana and you are Legolas Greenleaf." She said.
Both of them nodded.
"Well, then your mother was inquiring of your presence a while ago." She informed them.
"We have been trying to find our way to lunch for fifteen minutes!" Legolas said. "We're starving!" He groaned, putting his hand on his stomach playfully, and pretending to faint in hunger.
Alí giggled. Legolas was back to his old self again.
"Yes, Aunt Arwen, could you take us to the dining hall?" she asked politely, smiling at the fact that Legolas had decided to cheer up.
"Of course! Just follow me! And later, I'll show you the rest of Rivendell, because you'll need that knowledge sooner or later...and you do not have to call me 'Aunt', I don't think I'm old enough to be an aunt!" She laughed. Then she beckoned for them to follow. She led them left down the hallway.
"Told you," Legolas whispered. Alí stuck her tongue out at him.
All the while, Arwen was chatting nonstop about which door went where, and she pointed out elves along the way to them. Soon, after a few attempts to keep up with everything, Legolas and Alí just whispered to themselves.
"...This is Luine, she's the head chef in the kitchens, just go to her when you need a snack!..."
"Does she ever stop?" Legolas whispered. "I don't think anybody has the capability to talk that long."
"I know..." Alí replied. Arwen suddenly stopped and both children bumped into her.
"Whoops! Here we are!" She chirped. She shooed them into a huge hall, with candles lighting it as well as open windows. There was a long table at the front, but everybody was sitting at little round tables placed on the floor.
"Vedui, Alíana, Legolas," A man said, standing up and walking towards them open-armed. He looked a lot like Elrohir and Elladan. He didn't look necessarily older, just wiser. His stern look and gray eyes frightened them a bit, but when Liliana smiled and told them who it was, he all of a sudden didn't look as strict.
"Alíana, Legolas, this is Elrond Halfelven, Lord of Rivendell, and father of Elladan, Elrohir, and Arwen." Their mother introduced them.
Alí beamed, now knowing her Grandfather. She gave him a hug, and took her seat beside her sister, (who was looking very pampered and pretty.)
They sat down to eat, and about when everybody was finishing, a servant ran in. He slowed down just before getting to the table, and whispered something to Elrond. Elrond smiled and beckoned in somebody standing at the door.
"Welcome, Thranduil, the Elvenking of Mirkwood," Elrond's voice boomed around the hall. Everybody who had been talking stopped abruptly.
Everybody's heads turned to see a single tall man with platinum blonde hair making his way to the table.
Legolas stood up. "Ada?" he whispered.
A/N: Woo! Yay! Hooray! You got to the end!!! Well, I officially have 32 days left of school (and I'm counting down like my life depends on it!) and I absolutely love every review that I get! REALLY!
I would confess my love to Shivvers for being the most awesome beta this side of the Earth, but she'll just have to deal with some more chapters from me!
Review!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! *holds puppy-faced Legolas in front of her* ~The Hobbit Ivy~
Disclaimer: *swipes everybody off of C. Tolkien* MUAH HA HA! THEY'RE ALL MINE! MINE! MIIIINE!!!!! Chapter Five:
"Alíana!" Came a muffled voice from behind Alí's door. "Alíana, milady, may I come in?" Alí groaned in response, before the door eventually burst open after what seemed like a few tries of banging the door to try to get Alíana up, and in bustled an elf. "Milady! What are you doing resting? You have much to do today!" The elf shooed her off of her bed and into the bathroom.
"Your sister is already bathed and ready," the elf informed her. "You don't have much time before the afternoon meal, you only have an hour!" the elf started unclothing Alí, who decided against complaining... she was too tired to do so, anyways.
"What's your name?" Alíana yawned, as the she-elf shooed her into the tub.
"Tinwe," the elf said. "I will be your maid." She bowed in respect.
"I have my own maid?" Alí said, a bit flabbergasted at the idea of having her own caretaker.
"Well, Lady Liliana said that you wouldn't be much trouble, so I am the maid for both you and your sister." Tinwe replied quickly, washing, rinsing, and massaging Alí's head.
"Okay..." Alí slowly said. She'd never thought that being a princess required so much pampering...
"Princess, hurry!" Tinwe said, after a half-hour of her washing her thoroughly. "You have to dry and get dressed, then I have to do your hair, and oh! Where has the time gone?" Tinwe asked herself, worriedly.
~^~
"Elrohir, how do you think they took it?" Lily asked, as they were strolling through the gardens. She held her arm on the crook of her husband's elbow.
"Took what, melamin?" Elrohir asked, his arm encircling Lily's waist.
"Took the fact that they are royalty, you're their father, that they belong in this world..." Elrohir placed his finger over her lips to stop her stream of questions, before replacing his finger with his lips.
"Liliana, they are fine. A bit shaken, but they are fine." He assured. He kept walking. "Now, let us keep enjoying this lovely day, and then we can enjoy a lovely night," he winked, and Liliana giggled, before entwining her hand in his.
"It's so wonderful to be back," she whispered, looking up at her husband.
~^~
Legolas shut the door behind him in his temporary room, and slid down the door, to where he sat, his back against the door, his elbows on his bent knees, and his hands cupping his forehead.
It was all very overwhelming. From vague memories, he remembered his father, but his father being a king? He, a prince? His sisters, princesses? It was almost too much information to process.
He sat there for what seemed like hours, before there was a knock on his door. He stood up and opened what was his backrest momentarily before.
"Hey, may I come in?" Alí asked timidly to him. She was wearing a light green summer dress that fitted her figure well and pooled around her feet.
"Sure," he muttered, moving away so that she could come in and sit on the bed. Legolas followed and joined her.
"Legolas, what is wrong? You became so quiet as soon as you found out your status..." She asked worriedly. She started toying with the little fluff that outlined a pillow next to her. She rubbed the soft substance between her thumb and index fingers, and looked at her worried brother.
"It's a lot, you know?" he said, avoiding her eyes. "Living your life not knowing who you are, then finding your future being portrayed on television for all of America to see, and then changing worlds..."
"Yeah, well, I guess I don't have it as bad as you. I at least have my parents here." She replied, still playing with the pillow fluff. She sighed, and then said, "Well, I came to tell you that it is lunchtime." She hugged her brother and got up off the bed. "Are you coming?" she slowly said to the door in front of her, not looking back.
"Well, okay." Legolas heaved himself off the bed. "Do you think that they have waffles here?"
Alíana laughed. "Maybe, well... I'm starved!"
~^~
"So, where are we?"
Fifteen minutes of wandering possessed Alíana to ask that question as they yet again found themselves back in the royal wing.
"Maybe if we go left..." Legolas suggested.
"We've been left! *Twice*." Alíana cut him off. She was about to give up on having lunch, when a voice behind them inquired,
"Are you lost?" An elf asked sweetly.
Both of them turned to find a very beautiful she-elf coming out of one of the rooms. She was wearing a light blue dress, and she had long, slightly wavy dark hair. She was easily the most stunning person Alíana had ever looked upon. Her gray eyes pierced into Alí and Legolas' crystal blue ones.
"Are you...?" Alí started her sentence, still shocked.
"Arwen? Yes." Arwen finished for them. "I presume that you are Alíana and you are Legolas Greenleaf." She said.
Both of them nodded.
"Well, then your mother was inquiring of your presence a while ago." She informed them.
"We have been trying to find our way to lunch for fifteen minutes!" Legolas said. "We're starving!" He groaned, putting his hand on his stomach playfully, and pretending to faint in hunger.
Alí giggled. Legolas was back to his old self again.
"Yes, Aunt Arwen, could you take us to the dining hall?" she asked politely, smiling at the fact that Legolas had decided to cheer up.
"Of course! Just follow me! And later, I'll show you the rest of Rivendell, because you'll need that knowledge sooner or later...and you do not have to call me 'Aunt', I don't think I'm old enough to be an aunt!" She laughed. Then she beckoned for them to follow. She led them left down the hallway.
"Told you," Legolas whispered. Alí stuck her tongue out at him.
All the while, Arwen was chatting nonstop about which door went where, and she pointed out elves along the way to them. Soon, after a few attempts to keep up with everything, Legolas and Alí just whispered to themselves.
"...This is Luine, she's the head chef in the kitchens, just go to her when you need a snack!..."
"Does she ever stop?" Legolas whispered. "I don't think anybody has the capability to talk that long."
"I know..." Alí replied. Arwen suddenly stopped and both children bumped into her.
"Whoops! Here we are!" She chirped. She shooed them into a huge hall, with candles lighting it as well as open windows. There was a long table at the front, but everybody was sitting at little round tables placed on the floor.
"Vedui, Alíana, Legolas," A man said, standing up and walking towards them open-armed. He looked a lot like Elrohir and Elladan. He didn't look necessarily older, just wiser. His stern look and gray eyes frightened them a bit, but when Liliana smiled and told them who it was, he all of a sudden didn't look as strict.
"Alíana, Legolas, this is Elrond Halfelven, Lord of Rivendell, and father of Elladan, Elrohir, and Arwen." Their mother introduced them.
Alí beamed, now knowing her Grandfather. She gave him a hug, and took her seat beside her sister, (who was looking very pampered and pretty.)
They sat down to eat, and about when everybody was finishing, a servant ran in. He slowed down just before getting to the table, and whispered something to Elrond. Elrond smiled and beckoned in somebody standing at the door.
"Welcome, Thranduil, the Elvenking of Mirkwood," Elrond's voice boomed around the hall. Everybody who had been talking stopped abruptly.
Everybody's heads turned to see a single tall man with platinum blonde hair making his way to the table.
Legolas stood up. "Ada?" he whispered.
A/N: Woo! Yay! Hooray! You got to the end!!! Well, I officially have 32 days left of school (and I'm counting down like my life depends on it!) and I absolutely love every review that I get! REALLY!
I would confess my love to Shivvers for being the most awesome beta this side of the Earth, but she'll just have to deal with some more chapters from me!
Review!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! *holds puppy-faced Legolas in front of her* ~The Hobbit Ivy~