A/N: So here's chapter two. I apologize for the mishap when I attempted to upload this a little earlier this week. I'm still learning Fanfiction. I hope you enjoy!
I made my way into the main hall, where my father and mother were greeting King Thranduil. "Ah, Amalynn, you look splendid!" My father greeted me. I smiled at him, "Thank you." My mother even gave me an approving look. "Now, Amalynn," my father started, "I'd like you to meet King Thranduil." I curtsied, "How do you do?" He bent and kissed my hand, "It's pleasure to meet you, Princess Amalynn, you look ravishing." He said it like my father would. I liked him instantly. "Alionwyn! You really have outdone yourself with this welcoming!" My father laughed, "You expected less, my old friend?" Footsteps came sounding down the hall, announcing yet another visitor. A tall elf walked through the front doors. He was very handsome, with long blonde hair and bright blue eyes. He had laughter lines around his eyes, and long eyelashes. He was frowning, though. My eyebrows furrowed as I tried to figure out why. The cause was most likely because he hadn't wanted to come to this…ordeal. But, then again, neither had I.
"Ah, Legolas! There you are!" Thranduil turned to us, "This is my son, Legolas. Son, this is King Alionwyn, Queen Arwen, and their daughter, Amalynn." His eyes had quickly passed over my parents, but when I was introduced his eyes strayed a moment longer. He walked forward and clasped my father's hand, kissed my mother's hand, then paused briefly, but leaned forward and kissed mine. I knew I must have been blushing. Something I usually never did, I'd had my hand kissed thousands of times before. What was the matter with me?
He' d already turned back toward my father, "Thank you for having us, King Alionwyn." His voice was strong, and somehow, gentle at the same time. "Please, call me Alionwyn, Legolas, we're not here for formalities!" We made our way toward the throne room, which held numerous dancing couples. I sat quickly, not wanting to attract an invitation to dance. I enjoyed watching the other couples sway, they appeared far more graceful than I. A feat easy to accomplish. I'm usually rather light on my feet, being an elf and all, . Hopefully father would ask me, he just sat my feet atop his and we swayed, it wasn't harmful or embarrassing.
I was so caught up in my own thoughts that I almost didn't hear the soft sound of someone clearing their throat above me. I looked up to see Saelnir. I knew I must of looked angry because he cleared his throat again. "My lady, may I have the pleasure of this dance?" I knew I must so I only said, "You may." Saelnir was the elf my mother had picked out for me to marry My father, however, didn't know anything about this. I disliked him; he was vain, cruel, and saw myself only as a prize. He took my hand tightly and pulled me out into the dance area. He put his arm around me and pushed us far too close together. "How fare you today, Lady Amalynn?" He smiled a cruel smile at me, "I fare fine, thank you." "Your tone strikes me as one of discontent…" "What tone?" I asked, though I knew perfectly well what he spoke of. "You act as though you're dancing with a snake." He snickered. "I haven't figured out what I am dancing with as of yet." That shut him up, for a moment. "Your tongue is like fire, my lady." "And yet, you are not burned?" He pulled us even tighter together, so much that it hurt. I whimpered, "Does this hurt, milady? Maybe it will teach you some manners." "Might I cut in?" I looked up, and smiled without meaning to. Legolas was standing there, thankfully, and not another of my "gentleman callers." Saelnir cackled, "No sir, you may not. We're in the middle of a song, and she is mine." I grimaced. The song ended. "I believe it is fate, sir Saelnir, and you wouldn't want to argue with fate, now would you?" I almost smiled again, but I didn't, Saelnir would only make me pay later. "Fine, but for only one dance." He backed off into the shadows. It was quiet as Legolas pulled me gently to him and took my hand. I was surprised that with his advances hearing, he didn't notice my heart was racing in my chest. "Thank you, Prince Legolas." "Think nothing of it." I supposed he wasn't much of a talker, so we danced in silence. "Your father is very kind." His voice startled me. "Yes, I adore him…" I smiled toward where he sat, then I saw my mother's expression. She was livid. Splendid. I shook my head and turned back toward him. "Your mother does not receive your adoration?" "We don't get along quite as well. She doesn't approve of what I spend my time doing." "Which is?" I laughed, "I explore our lands. I climb trees and ride h-." I stopeed, my breath catching in my throat. Most men turned and ran when I said things like this; they thought I wasn't a lady at all. "That doesn't sound very terrible." I relaxed, then, tensed again as he abruptly changed our topic of conversation. "Milady, if I may be so bold, how can your mother approve of someone like that?" "I don't know, I think it is because of his stature in this world; he's kind on the surface, as well." He reverted to his polite manner once again. "I'm sorry, then." "Think nothing of it." I was surprised that he was carrying on the conversation. Then, suddenly, there was an attack.
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