I just got back from seeing Tristan and Isolde. It was kind of good, I guess, and my friend was crying her eyes out. I agree with the review in the paper, though. It is odd that Tristan and Isolde are the only people in Europe who know how to shave and bathe.

Izzy: Whatever. It's an excuse to stare at James Franco for 2 hours.

MN9: True…but I thought the actor who played his brother/friend was cute too.

Izzy: You just like the long hair and the goatee.

MN9: Two words. Orlando Bloom.

Izzy: (rolls eyes)

Disclaimer: Here's a well-known fact for you. I DON'T OWN ANY PART OF LORD OF THE RINGS!

Chapter 26 Recap:
"It was nothing," she sighed. "Carnil and I had a chat. Just like old times."

Haldir knew there was more, but he accepted her answer.

"I have a night post later on. I might be gone when you come back from the fellowship."

"Alright. Do you know when the feast starts tomorrow?"

"I believe it's a couple hours before sunset."

"Hmm, I'm sure Rodwen will want to play dress-up."

He rolled his eyes. "You're such a girl."

"Glad you noticed."

Chapter 27:

Later that night, Abigail had just finished talking to the Fellowship and was on her way home. Aragorn explained that they were leaving Lorien by way of the river, and she had a fun time trying to convince them they all had to come to the farewell feast. Next, to lighten the mood, they all shared some tales around a small fire. Just like they use to do when they were traveling.

She assumed it was around 10 o'clock now. The lights in the trees were dim and the moon mainly lit her path. Suddenly, something felt weird. Her feet changed directions, and she followed the strange sensation in the back of her head.

She soon found she was in a part Lady Galadriel's garden, but she was not alone. Galadriel and Frodo were here, and it looked like they had just finished talking.

"Frodo?" she asked cautiously.

He turned around, equally surprised to find her there.

"Abigail…hello," he said.

"You alright? We just figured you went to the bathroom or something."

"It is my fault for delaying him, he was just about to leave," Lady Galadriel explained.

"Oh, don't worry I'm sure it was important. You know how Aragorn gets, thought, even when I tell him we're perfectly safe here," Abigail said.

Galadriel smiled, and she did understand what she meant.

"Well, thank you, my lady. It was very…enlightening," Frodo said, nodded to Galadriel."

"Enjoy yourself at the feast, master Hobbit," she replied.

It was then when Abigail realized they were by the mirror.

"Did he look in?" she asked, after Frodo left.

"Yes," Galadriel said. "But it is not in my place to tell you what he saw."

"I felt something. A dark presence led me here," Abigail said.

Galadriel dipped a finger in the water.

"I lost myself for a moment, I am sorry if I scared you. But it concluded a question for me, at the very least."

"I don't understand," Abigail said, her eyebrows pulled together in confusion.

"My time in Middle Earth is fading, slowly, but it is fading. I no longer determine any events of this war. I am not meant to have that power."

Abigail knew what she meant by 'power'.

"He offered you the ring?"

"I denied it, as I should have. That darkness cannot be contained by the tree's."

"Then do you understand why I joined the Fellowship?" Abigail ventured.

Galadriel gave her the famous all-knowing smile.

"I daresay I do, child."

Abigail returned a small, content smile. She moved to leave, but her gaze rested on the mirror again.

"Do you want to look?" Galadriel asked, following her eyes.

Abigail shook her head. "I do not feel like being disappointed tonight."

"Whenever you do want to be disappointed, you are welcome to use this garden as you own," she said, as she left the area.

'So, the lady can be funny,' Abigail thought.

"Yes," the voice came in her head.

Abigail smiled, yet again, and went back to the path home.

The Following Afternoon

"Rodwen, there is no chance of me wearing that," Abigail said, refusing a pale silver dress.

"Why not?" Rodwen pouted.

"Look at how low that back is! If the bottom gets caught while dancing, everyone will see everything, if you know what I mean."

Abigail and Rodwen had spent the last hour looking at dresses.

"I don't know why we are so picky about this. You're already married and it's not like I'm trying to impress anybody," Abigail said.

"It's your last night and Varda help me if I'm not going to see you dance with every elf in Lorien," said Rodwen.

"Please don't try and play matchmaker. Just except that I'm hopeless," Abigail pleaded.

"I'm not making any promises," was all Rodwen said.

"How about this one, for you?" Abigail asked, offering a blue dress.

"I just had a baby. I am not going to fit in a corset top like that," Rodwen countered.

"What about this?"

Abby held a brown dress against herself.

"I am not letting you wear brown. You've been in grungy blouses and skirts for too long. You need something beautiful, stunning and lady-like. Something like…" Rodwen scanned the room.

"Something like this!" the elf exclaimed. She excitedly took out a dress from the back of the closet. "Abigail this is perfect for you!"

Abby fingered the fabric lightly.

"It's nice, but if I wear it I'll never hear the end of it."

"What do you mean?"

"My company has only seen me in 'grungy blouses and skirts' for the past weeks. Save for the dress I wore at the council, but that one was very dark, thick and modest."

"I still don't get," Rodwen complained.

"If I look too lady-like, I'm afraid they will start treating me like an ignorant, fragile, little girl, again," Abigail sighed and plopped down on the bed. Rodwen sat down beside her.

"Abigail, you're being ridiculous. They won't forget the fact that you could beat them up any day of the week. Trust me, Authion will vouch for you."

Abigail smiled weakly.

"But do you really want them to forget you are women? I guarantee they will still treat you will respect and kindness, for the sole reason that they are your friends. Do you want to be a man?"

Abigail thought about what she was trying to say, and responded,

"No."

"Good. Then for one night be the brave but still beautiful women that you are."

Abigail slowly took the dress from Rodwen.

"Fine. You win."

Rodwen looked rather pleased with herself.

"With that outfit, I better see you flirting, dancing and having fun the entire night," she commanded.

"This will be interesting," Abigail mumbled.

About 2 Hours Later

"Lady's, we need to be going!" Authion yelled.

"It takes time to look this good!" Abigail yelled back from the bedroom.

"Dear, you always look lovely no matter what," Finwé said.

Rodwen came out of the room and kissed her husband on the cheek.

"Right answer," she told him.

Rodwen was wearing a light green dress with yellow embroidery. She had a small scoop neck in the front, but there was no dip in the back. Finwé wore a dark green tunic to match, with dark grey edges.

"Ah, to be young and in love," Merilien said, coming out as well. Her dress was in a similar style to Rodwen, except that it was blue and silver with a small v-neck.

"Don't go making us sound so old, darling," Arphenon said, hooking his arm with his wife's. His tunic was silver with a dark blue belt.

Haldir and Authion just nodded and smiled at the scene before them, them both being wifeless. Haldir wore silver and red tunic while Authion's was navy and gold.

"Abigail, it's unseemly to be late when you are one of the guests of honor," said Haldir.

"Shouldn't I go in with the rest of the Fellowship?" she called out.

"Nonsense, you can meet them there, just hurry up!" Authion urged.

"Fine, fine I'm coming!" Abigail exasperated.

She came around the corner and everyone was just standing looking wide-eyed at her.

"Something wrong?" she asked.

"No. It's just been ages since we've seen you in a dress, my dear," Arphenon finally said.

"Rodwen was right, that dress must have been made for you," Merilien agreed.

"Authion, close your mouth it makes your head look big," Rodwen teased.

"…" was all Authion did.

Hadlir came forward and took Abigail's arm.

"You look lovely, Abigail," he said, then kissed her hand.

"It's all Rodwen's fault that I do," she smiled.

"Hey! Don't make that sound like a bad thing!" Rodwen countered.

"Let's go," Finwé said, pulling his wife out the door.

"How about we get our son first?" Rodwen suggested, coming back in the door.

"Good idea," he responded sheepishly.

"This is some kind of tradition?" Boromir asked Legolas, as the fellowship was walking to the feast.

"More or less," Legolas replied. "When you have people of 'importance' visiting, the polite thing to do is to hold a farewell feat or ball, honoring their time at the city. But it is a choice event, the rulers decide whether to host it or not."

"So be on your best behavior," Aragorn warned, giving a pointed look towards Gimli.

"As long as they have a good ale, they are okay in my boat," the dwarf said.

"I believe you will find more wine then ale, but it is all fine quality," Legolas said.

"As long as they have food, they're good in my boat," Merry spoke up.

"That is something you won't have to worry about," Aragorn smiled.

The hobbits looked positively joyful. Even Frodo was in higher spirits. Looking into Galadriel's mirror made him nervous. After all he saw what terror would happen if he screwed up. Yet her words to him gave him reassurance, and he felt he could relax for the night.

"Are you alright, Mister Frodo? You look different," Sam said.

"It's because he's smiling," Pippin said, clapping Frodo and Sam on the back. All four hobbits laughed.

"Where is Abigail?" Boromir asked.

"I suspect she came in with Haldir," Aragorn explained.

The eight of them soon stumbled upon the party area, and were amazed at how many elves had already arrived. It must have been around 70 and more were sure to come.

"You mean this many people actually like us?" Merry asked, astonished.

"Ah! The guests of honor have arrived!" a nearby elf shouted out.

Everyone stopped and turned to the company and clapped respectively, some even cheered.

"This is certainly unexpected," Boromir muttered.

"Well, when we're fighting to save them they can't ignore us for that long," a voice chimed in.

All heads turned to see Abigail coming to join them, but they had to do a double take to make sure it was really here.

"I'm sorry, but who are you? You look vaguely like our old friend Abigail," Pippin teased.

She played nervously with her hair. "Ha, ha very funny Pip," she said.

Aragorn couldn't even imagine how stupid he must look, because he couldn't believe his eyes. Not that Abigail was bad looking before, but this was still a complete transformation.

She was wearing a lavender gown that had a slight scoop neck and a scoop back. The dress had a silver sash, and waist down the fabric became sheerer with a slit coming down the side, but there was a lighter purple slip underneath. The sleeves were tight, until a little after the elbow, when they became loose with ends about two feet long. In true Lorien fashion, she wore no shoes and her hair was curled save for two small strands pulled back and braided.

"Wow…Abigail" Boromir smiled.

She willed herself not to blush too much, but a rosy glow came to here face.

"Don't let me take all the credit. You men have seemed to clean up nicely as well."

(A/N-I know it seems a lot of this chapter has been about clothes descriptions, but I hardly ever do it so just bare with me. I think a visual is needed for this chapter.)

It looked as if Aragorn, Boromir and Legolas had borrowed some clothes.

Aragorn had on a forest green tunic with dark brown breeches and a brown vest as well.

Boromir wore a deep red tunic with some gold stitches, with a black vest on top and black pants on the bottom.

Legolas had a pale blue tunic with dark blue outlines, a silver belt and gray leggings.

Not being able to find clothes to fit them, the hobbits and Gimli had some of their clothes cleaned up and wore breeches, blouses and vests of assorted colors.

"Well what are we standing around for?" asked Gimli.

Abigail smiled," Right this way to your seats, gentlemen."

I'm sooooo sorry I didn't post sooner! I'm in the school play, and this past week we had practices until 10:00, so I had to focus on homework and stuff after that. I plan to have a bit of drama in the next chapter, which I want to start today and finish/post tomorrow in order to make up for my lateness on this one.

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