Well here's another twist to throw in my updating. I was in a car accident and am having pain in my neck, shoulders, elbow, and spine. I hit my jaw on the steering wheel. I hit the brakes to aviod the car in front of me and skidded on the water/gravel from a lake overspill and hit a car. Anyway I'll continue to update as much as I can but the pain is pretty bad. I want to wait for the after wedding section so I can focus on that. I've decided to go ahead and write a full scene tastefully but with this I want to make sure I'm back to my former self beforehand.
Here's some I already finished. Please understand I wish it could be more.
The day had come at last and Arianell was standing, in her own room, in her underthings, about to put on her dress. She was suddenly aware of Legolas' presence and rushed to close the balcony doors
"No M'Lord. You mustn't see me!"
Legolas paused at the edge of the balcony, Arianell hidden beyond his view in shadow
"But I wish to..."
"Legolas!" Aragorn's voice was stern and came from the general direction of Legolas' room. "Come over here Legolas."
"Please" Arianell whispered softly "It is even bad luck for us to speak together beforehand!"
"Well then M'Lady I will leave, but rest assured I will more than make up for this absence later."
Arianell could feel herself blush as Legolas left with a bow.
"Legolas!" Aragorn called again, laughter tinting his voice "Let the maiden prepare. Arwen will be over to help her in time."
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Arianell stared at the vast expanse of silk and Mithril clasps, her jaw open.
"It is quite a sight isn't it?"
"King Thranduil chose it."
Arwen gasped, "You didn't choose your own dress?"
Arianell smiled at her "The valar were kind enough to send me to my choice for husband, I did not think to question whom they decided should choose my dress."
Arwen, a little puzzled, nodded before laughingly beginning to pull the tangle of fabric over Arianell's hair.
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As Arianell stepped back and admired the dress in the full-length mirror
"You must admit, as uncomfortable as it is, it is pretty."
Arwen was about to reply when a maid walked through the door without knocking.
"Your circulet M'Lady."
Arwen arched an eyebrow at the maid's tone as she watched the circulet be lifted from it's protective casing.
Arianell gasped as she watched the circulet be lifted onto her head. Light green leaves were entwined with stones that glistened like so many stars.
"Mithril!" both girls gasped as she the maid, perturbed, placed the crown over her forhead and began to arrange her hair.
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"What are you doing?"
The startled maid dropped the hairbrush and gasped
"Lady Undomiel, I am merely doing Lady Arianell's hair."
"Yes, I see that...and it is Lady Elessar now, but in what a fashion? Does it have to be so intricate?"
Arianell looked up at Arwen, "What do you mean?"
"My dear, your dress will be enough of a torment for the dear boy, do not make your hair as equally challenging."
Arianell blushed as Arwen took over arranging her hair.
"Elegant things are not always the most elaborate. Allow me."
