Another chapter and look at this... regular updates! wow. yeah anyhow im finding these chapters tiresome so reviews are much appriciated - i need to know if i'm just being overly self critical or not heh
Chapter eight
Celeglin had found himself unwillingly dragged into the dancing by his friend's wife. Every opportunity he spotted to leave the dance floor passed him by as the partners changed and another maiden was in front of him. Having not seen the maiden whom he still had to apologise to, Celeglin was trying to exit the dances to find her and apologise when he found himself before her. It was quite a shock, and upon seeing her awkward smile he was unsure whether to walk away or not. Yet she held out her hands to him and they did start to dance.
"I have been meaning to speak with you for some time now," Celeglin began uncertainly, "I have to apologise for my behaviour some mornings ago…I cannot offer you reasoning for my behaviour, and for that I am sorry, but I hope you will accept my apologies."
"Your apology is accepted," he heard her reply, but her eyes were to the ground and he could not see her reaction. They danced in silence for a while, neither of them knowing quite what to say, when Celeglin hesitantly broke the silence. "I am afraid I do not know your name…"
"Elemiriel, and your name?" was her quiet reply
"Celeglin, after my father," suddenly realising that mentioning his father could lead to the asking questions Celeglin did not particularly wish to answer, he prayed that Elemiriel would just accept his answer and not be curious. Thankfully she did not question him and there was silence again.
The music ended and Celeglin released Elemiriel's hands. Smiling briefly at him, she slipped away…for some reason, Celeglin felt like calling after her back. Thinking how stupid he would look, Celeglin turned away and bid his friends goodnight.
The morning of the wedding was upon Imladris all too suddenly; Celebrían's room was a flurry of activity. Whilst Galadriel fastened her daughters dress securely, Elemiriel held out a basket of small flowers that Celebrían was braiding into her hair. A maiden hurriedly entered the room carefully carrying a dress "Ladies," she said formally to Galadriel and Elemiriel "You must attend to your own attire."
Taking the extremely pale blue material from the maid, Elemiriel held out the dress at arms length. It was beautiful; Celebrían happily watched her friend's delighted face "I thought you would like it,"
"Of course! Thank you!" she murmured.
"Now go!" Celebrían said firmly to them, seeing there reluctant faces she opened the door and held it wide for them, "I will not go wandering or upset my hair or ruin my dress. Go."
It was after the happy ceremony when Elemiriel saw Celeglin again; he had yet again been dragged into the dancing but managed to extricate himself and stand at the side and watch. Looking across Celeglin saw he was stood next to Elemiriel, "Good day," he said, taking her eyes of the dancing she turned to see who had addressed her.
"Oh!" she exclaimed in surprise and sudden self-consciousness "Good day," she managed to hastily reply back, hoping he had not heard her exclamation. Why did he always make her feel so wary of her actions? Suppressing a sigh she looked at Celeglin and smiled lightly, "So are you enjoying the festivities?" he asked politely
"Of course, and yourself?"
"I would be much more if I were not being dragged into dancing every spare minute," with a shock Elemiriel noticed a small twinkle in his silver-grey eyes, she had been certain that Celeglin was the most miserable of elves…but now she seemed to be seeing a different side. Deciding that he was not so harsh all the time, Elemiriel ventured a humorous reply "Well that is a shame, for I was planning on asking if you would care to dance…" Celeglin gave her a threatening glance and she found herself laughing merrily with him. Was it possible that she was actually enjoying being in his company?
