Disclaimer: See Chapter 1
A/N: I'm sorry for not updating in a while. Its been crazy for me but I have decided to update. Its kind of hard considering I'm losing motivation. Out of nowhere though, my motivation has returned. On with the story…
Chapter 4There she was again, technically right in front of him. This is going to get interesting. Since their "encounter" in the woods, she could think of almost nothing else. Her words kept ringing through his head. Why is this driving me crazy?
Aleayan's eyes moved slightly up as some of the other servants began to walk in the palace. There he was, just standing there. Was he staring at me? Is he mad? Aleayan tried to mentally prepare herself as she began to follow the crowd in front of her. Her mind kept racing with questions about how the prince took her insults from earlier.
As she was walking almost completely by him, Aleayan could have sworn that she saw him move his head slightly in her direction. Why did he move? The thought of that made her nervous and she wanted to walk quicker but didn't want to cause a scene by probably walking into someone else in the process. Why is he making me this nervous? I mean I know he is our prince.
The statement she made in the words that he had heard crossed her mind. At that moment she wanted to bury her face in her hands from embarrassment. I still cannot believe that's him. But it is him. That was the problem.
You see, as far as Aleayan could remember she'd always been a servant. She'd always been working. It was hard for her to imagine herself not working for her Lady. In fact, she had a hard time remembering her life before working for her. It had always made her curious and wonders why she couldn't remember anything not even her parents. She couldn't recall whether or not she had any siblings and if so, what they looked like.
For her to insult a member of the royal family was considered heinous and it was up to that member whether or not to enforce any type of punishment. She knew that that was part of the reason why she felt uncomfortable. Another reason is the fact that he is a prince. The last reason though, she doesn't quite know completely. It confuses her because she knew that she had another reason but she can't place her finger on it.
That night everyone got settled to work for the next day. There was more than enough room to accommodate for the large amounts of new servants in the palace. The plan was to rest during the night and work early in the morning. The princess smiled at them as they walked by and moved things to get comfortable. Aleayan wondered if they were disturbing the royal family by making so much noises but the princess didn't say a word.
Legolas retired to his bedroom early that night after dinner and the preparations were settled. He wondered silently whether or not the elf maiden from earlier had noticed him. I'll teach her a couple of things about being royalty. He lay down in his bed and sighed as he looked at his sealing. I'll teach her what it's like to be me. He smiled. But how will I do it?
At that moment there was a knock at his door. He looked at it for a moment taking his eyes off of the ceiling and breaking his train of thought. Who could that be at this time?
"Legolas," he heard his sister's voice on the other side of the door.
He slowly rose from his bed and gracefully opened it to see his sister standing in his doorway.
Sadith stood there and he smiled as he saw her take a deep breath then exhales.
"Are you okay?" Legolas asked her finally after a moment or two.
She smiled and leaned her head against the doorway. "It has been a long day."
He smiled again in response to her statement and gave her leeway so she could come into his room, which she gladly accepted. He closed the door when she finally came in. It only took her a while because she was so tired.
Ever since she decided to throw this occasion, she'd been working days and nights trying to settle everything. The idea for the ball had been running through her mind for a while before she even told her father she wanted to throw one. In truth, she was so exhausted because it seemed to her that it took more effort if not twice as much effort for her to get others to listen to her when she gave orders than her older brother.
"Why is everything so tiresome?" she quietly asked him when she finally sat down on his bed.
"Not everything is tiresome," he replied smoothly. He always had a way with words, such charisma.
"Planning this ball is tiresome," she responded back as her head moved to look at him.
"It will be fine."
She looked at him for a moment lost in thought. It would take Legolas half the energy if not less if he wanted to organize something like a ball. They'd listen to him.
"Why do they not listen to me?" she asked him finally after a while.
Legolas sighed in deeply.
"They do listen to you," he replied lightly.
In response she looked at him with disbelief.
"I mean, whether you like it or not, you are a princess. You are their princess which means that they do listen to you."
Sadith looked at him again with disbelief. "I just feel that what I say means nothing. I say something and they do not hear me. I mean I know I am not you but still it is frustrating," she finally spoke her thoughts.
Legolas raised his eyebrow slightly at what she said. Did I hear her correctly?
"What do you mean by 'I am not you?'" he furthered.
Sadith stared her brother.
"What?"
"You know what I mean by that statement," she insisted.
A puzzled look crossed Legolas' face, as he just stood there dumbfounded.
"Wait, you… are you serious?" she trailed slightly as she stared at her brother's face. The puzzled look remained on his face. Sadith looked away for a moment thinking of a way to explain her statement earlier. She honestly thought that he'd know why she would say such a thing..
"They always listen to you. When you say something, they listen. You do not have to force them to notice you," she tried to explain concisely.
Legolas raised his eyebrow again.
"Well.. not.. always. You know what I mean," she responded immediately knowing why he raised his eyebrow.
He smiled.
"They hear you and about them listening to me part, ada makes me order them to do things. It will all take practice, then they will hear you clearly."
Sadith looked down then up when she heard his response. She yawned slightly then got up. "Thanks. I think I am heading to bed. Tomorrow will be a long day."
Legolas smiled as he saw his sister quietly leave his room. It has been a long day. He lay back down on his bed and closed his eyes for a moment when he heard another noise near by his bedroom. Legolas opened his eyes again and slowly walked to his door.
He slowly opened it to look at what the commotion was. A group of servants were crowding around someone.
"What is going on?" he asked in a monotone voice.
At hearing this the crowd dispersed, leaving the one they were crowding on the ground.
Legolas walked over calmly to help the distressed soul and extended his hand. The one accepted the hand and then the realization hit him.
It's you.
A/N: Again, I am sorry for my delay….. writer's block and I was busy. Together that makes me either very busy or lazy. Not anymore, obviously because I have updated. Please R/R and I'll be more inclined to write more stuff for everyone to read.
Ada means father in elvish
NOTE: if something is written in italics and not quoted then that is someone's thoughts. If there are italics and quotes, then someone is speaking elvish.
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