She was now wearing a light blue dress which was cut off at 3/4 of her legs. There were flower decals on the bottom of her skirt, and a corset, which was quite comfortable. She used an old piece of cloth as a headband, to keep her long hair out of her face.
"Come on , you must go to the south wing and fix up the chambers, I trust you know how to make a bed," Andriel smiled mockingly, Amelia nodded yes and was on her way.
She made sure to knock before she entered, no answer so she walked in. Clothes were on the floor everywhere like Paris Hilton's wardrobe had just exploded everywhere. Amelia picked them up sighing, after several coming and goings she was done and they were in the washing. As she was beginning to make the bed she heard a noise coming from the bathroom. Naturally, she knocked on the door and asked if anyone was in there. "Yes, you can clean here if you'd like," a mans' voice came from the room. "I'll just be a moment," Amelia called back. She quickly made the bed so that she could clean the rest of the rooms. She grabbed the dirty sheets and dropped it off at the laundry.
As she walked in the room for what seemed like the hundredth time Amelia gulped. She saw the same man she had met earlier, "Ah Miss," he bowed. "It seems Mister Legolas cannot stop speaking of you, but we had no idea you were a servant," the soldier half japed. Neither did I, she thought. "I am sorry if I had not met your expectations, now if I may finish…" she wavered at the unclean room. He nodded then dismissed himself without further communication.
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"Lunch Service!" the kitchen maids yelled, "Not for you," said Andrìel. "My king has asked me to bring you to the infirmary so that you may recover quicker."
By the time the nurses had healed her it was sundown. "Now Miss, it's no longer broken but it's sprained; in two days you will be able to resume regular activities." I nodded and was dismissed.
"You must clean the kitchen, do the dishes and make pristine the dining room… With this," A man said with an evil smile. He gave her an old bucket and a toothbrush, "are you serious?" Amelia said with the ridiculous tone in her voice, "No I'm Galan!" he joked. She smiled and went to clean.
"What a prick," she said as she got to the dining room. She swept and swept and swept, wiped and wiped and wiped; she turned the seats facing down and placed them on the table. In the kitchen she went; she put warm water and seemed to her as dish soap in the bucket.
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"Lady Amelia?" she heard a voice say. "Amelia, have you been cleaning all night?" Amelia sluggishly looked up " I beg your pardon." "With a toothbrush nonetheless," Thranduil shook his head, " I do appreciate you looking out for me, but why," Amelia wondered. " I could not safe keep your mother well and safe, yet that doesn't mean I won't do the same with you," Thranduil regretted. "Well that is very kind," the King look saddened and then spun my whole world around. " I am sorry to announce to you that you will be going back to school, but not your old school. You will be attending The Rosenberg School in London. It is run by one of my good friends and your training will be done there. We, that is, The council and I believe that you would be safer there..."