The morning after the awkward dinner, the palace atmosphere remained as serene as ever. Aurora, however, was anything but serene. She sat at the breakfast table, picking at her food, her thoughts consumed by the memory of Lord Salgant's mocking words. Her usual cheerful demeanor was replaced by a quiet solemnity.
Maeglin noticed Aurora's change in mood but chose not to intrude on her thoughts. He observed her from his seat, concern etched faintly on his features, but he respected her space and didn't press for answers.
As noon approached, Aurora's spirits lifted slightly as she prepared to visit Galion's house. She had promised Elanor to accompany her to the central market, an opportunity to explore more of the elven city. Knocking on the door, she was greeted by Elanor's warm smile, which managed to ease some of the heaviness she carried.
"Here you are," Elanor said with a smile. "Ready for a trip to the market?"
Aurora nodded, returning the smile. "Definitely, I'm looking forward to it."
As they walked through the enchanting streets of the elven city, Aurora couldn't help but be captivated by the architecture and the vibrant colors that adorned the buildings.
Elanor seemed to sense Aurora's lingering preoccupation, and she spoke with a mix of empathy and excitement. "You've never been to the central market, have you, Aurora?"
Aurora shook her head, her gaze focused on the path ahead. "No, I haven't had the chance to explore much of the city yet."
Elanor's expression turned apologetic, and she gently bumped her shoulder against Aurora's. "Well, then I'm glad I get to show you around today. Maybe next time, we can explore the city even further."
Aurora's smile brightened at the thought. "I would love that, Elanor."
Elanor led the way through the bustling streets of the elven city. The sound of vendors calling out their wares, the colorful displays of fabrics and crafts, and the scent of various foods mingled in the air, creating a vibrant tapestry of sights and sounds.
Aurora's mood began to lift as she took in the vibrant scene around her. Elanor chatted cheerfully, pointing out different stalls and introducing Aurora to various vendors. Despite her lingering thoughts about the previous night's encounter, Aurora found herself becoming engrossed in the lively atmosphere of the market.
They wandered through the different sections of the market. Elanor led Aurora to a stall adorned with an assortment of beautifully crafted soaps. The vendor, Handir, greeted them with a friendly smile.
"Ah, Elanor! Back for more of my finest soaps, I see," Handir exclaimed, his voice carrying a jovial tone.
Elanor laughed. "Your soaps are simply the best, Handir. I can't resist."
Handir's smile grew even wider. "Well, you're in luck. I have three new scents available today. Would you like to give them a sniff?"
As Handir presented the new soaps, Elanor and Aurora leaned in, their noses hovering above the array of fragrances. Aurora inhaled deeply, each scent transporting her imagination. It was a welcome distraction, and her mood began to lighten as the pleasant aromas enveloped her senses.
Elanor eventually selected a variety of soaps, including the new jasmine-scented ones. She graciously gifted two of the jasmine soaps to Aurora.
"These are for you," Elanor said, her tone warm with friendship.
Aurora's eyes widened in surprise. "Oh, Elanor, you really didn't have to."
Elanor smiled, her expression warm and sincere. "Consider it a little token of our friendship, Aurora."
Aurora's heart swelled at the gesture. Despite her worries and concerns, she was reminded that she had found genuine companionship and kindness in this new world. The gift felt like a ray of sunshine breaking through the clouds of her earlier mood.
As they continued to explore the market, Elanor and Aurora engaged in light-hearted conversations, discussing everything from the intricacies of elven crafts to the different types of food available at the stalls. Aurora found herself sharing stories of her world, her job, and her experiences, allowing herself to open up and connect with Elanor on a deeper level.
After several hours of exploring the market and soaking in the lively atmosphere, Aurora and Elanor decided to return to their cozy abode. They settled in the living room, allowing the comfortable silence to envelop them. Aurora's mind, however, was far from settled. She watched Galion and Elanor with a mixture of curiosity and anticipation, her thoughts spinning in different directions. Her hesitation was palpable, but as the minutes ticked by, Aurora finally let out a sigh that seemed to carry the weight of her thoughts.
Galion's perceptive gaze settled on her, his expression indicating his readiness to listen. "What troubles you, Aurora?" he inquired gently.
Aurora met their eyes, her resolve firm. "I have something I'd like to ask both of you," she admitted, her tone earnest.
Elanor's eyes glinted with curiosity, her interest piqued. "What is it?"
Aurora took a deep breath, gathering her thoughts before she spoke. "I want to know your thoughts about humans. How do you view us?"
The question hung in the air, casting a momentary pause over the room. Elanor's expression showed her surprise, clearly taken aback by the unexpected query. Aurora's gaze shifted between the two elves, her anticipation growing as she awaited their response. A small exchange of glances passed between Galion and Elanor, their silent communication betraying a mutual understanding.
Elanor was the first to speak, her voice gentle but laced with curiosity. "Why would you ask such a thing, Aurora?"
Aurora's determination didn't waver. She offered a small, reassuring smile, her eyes conveying her sincerity. "I genuinely want to know. It's something that's been on my mind."
Galion and Elanor exchanged another look, a silent confirmation that they would answer her question. Elanor nodded, and Galion began to share his perspective, his voice thoughtful.
"I believe that men are both fascinating and, at times, careless creatures. They possess an undeniable ambition, a drive to achieve great things even within their relatively short lives. In a way, their impermanence fuels their determination."
He paused, as if collecting his thoughts. "However, humans can also be careless. Their ambitions often lead them to disregard the consequences of their actions, the impact on the world around them. They are capable of both extraordinary creations and profound destruction."
Aurora listened intently, absorbing his words. She turned her gaze to Elanor, curious to hear her perspective as well.
Elanor considered for a moment before speaking. "I've never personally met a human before you, Aurora. But from what I've heard, they are beings of great diversity. Their lives are brief compared to ours, yet they are able to experience and accomplish so much in that time. While some humans may bring chaos and destruction, I believe there are those who also bring light and progress."
Aurora's curiosity pushed her to delve even further into the conversation. Gathering her thoughts, she looked between Galion and Elanor with a hint of apprehension before posing her next question.
"Do you both think that humans are wild, ugly, and uncultured?"
Galion's brow quirked at the surprising inquiry, and Elanor's expression shifted to one of thoughtful consideration. Elanor was the first to respond, her tone earnest and reassuring.
"Aurora, I certainly don't find you to be wild, ugly, or uncultured. In fact, quite the opposite. You've shown a great deal of grace and curiosity since you arrived here."
Galion's gaze remained fixed on Aurora as he listened to her words and the emotions that seemed to ripple beneath them.
With a soft yet probing voice, he asked, "What prompted these questions, Aurora?"
Aurora hesitated briefly, her gaze dropping to her hands as she toyed with her fingers. The memories of her encounter with Lord Salgant resurfaced, and she took a deep breath before sharing.
"I met Lord Salgant last night, and he made some comments about humans in general."
Both Galion and Elanor's attention sharpened, the gravity of the situation apparent in their expressions. Galion's voice carried a note of concern as he probed further. "What did he say, exactly?"
Aurora's voice was laced with a mix of disbelief and frustration as she recounted the derogatory remarks Lord Salgant had made about humans.
"He referred to humans as wild creatures, describing them as ugly, smelly, and uncultured."
Elanor's eyes widened in surprise at the bluntness of Lord Salgant's words. She exchanged a quick glance with Galion, the silent exchange conveying their shared thoughts on the matter. Aurora's revelation had brought a hint of tension to the room, the contrast between her genuine curiosity and the judgmental statements of Lord Salgant leaving a palpable impact.
Galion's voice carried a mix of empathy and determination. "Aurora, it's important to remember that Lord Salgant's perspective is not representative of all elves. His views may be colored by personal biases or experiences. It's unfortunate that you had to hear such hurtful words."
Elanor nodded in agreement, her expression gentle as she added, "Every individual is entitled to their own opinions, but it's also crucial to recognize that opinions can be shaped by ignorance or misinformation."
Aurora appreciated their understanding and support, a small smile forming as she looked up at them. "Thank you for your kind words and for being honest with me. It means a lot to know that not everyone shares those views."
Elanor's smile was warm and reassuring. "You are welcome here, Aurora, and we are here to help you navigate this world with open hearts and minds."
Aurora absorbed their words, finding solace in their understanding and support. Their responses helped to assuage the unease that had lingered within her since her encounter with Lord Salgant.
In that moment, as they sat in the warmth of the living room, Aurora realized that while cultural differences existed, there was also room for empathy and learning. She hoped that through her experiences and interactions, she could help foster greater understanding and forge connections that spanned the boundaries of their worlds.
As the sun began its descent, casting a warm, golden hue over the palace grounds, Aurora made her way back from Galion's home. The scented soaps Elanor had gifted her were cradled in her hands, a token of their friendship and a reminder of the bond she was forming in this new world. As she entered the palace, her path intersected with Maeglin's, and she felt her heart skip a beat at his presence.
"Good evening, Prince Maeglin," Aurora said, her voice composed despite the faint flutter in her heart.
Maeglin's gaze lingered on the objects she held, his expression unreadable. For a moment, Aurora felt a mixture of uncertainty and vulnerability, her nerves compelling her to clarify.
"Oh, these? They're soaps. Elanor gifted them to me."
Maeglin nodded in acknowledgment, his gaze still resting on her. Aurora tried her best to meet his eyes without faltering, her nerves bubbling beneath the surface.
His voice, cool yet resonant, broke the silence. "I see. Enjoy your evening."
With those words, Maeglin turned and walked away, his retreating figure leaving Aurora with a subtle rush of emotions. She let out a soft sigh, her heart rate gradually returning to normal. Gathering herself, she continued on her way, ascending the grand staircase and reaching the end of the hallway that led to her room.
Once inside, she placed the soaps in her bathroom, admiring the soft scent that wafted from them. The flickering candlelight illuminated her room, casting dancing shadows across the walls. Aurora couldn't help but take a moment to appreciate the calming ambiance she had created.
With the encroaching darkness, she realized it was time to prepare for dinner. She slipped into the bathroom, the warm water soothing as she lathered the jasmine-scented soap on her skin. The fragrance enveloped her, leaving a sense of serenity in its wake. After her bath, she donned an elegant dress suitable for dinner, her fingers nervously brushing over the fabric.
Descending the staircase once more, Aurora made her way to the dining hall. Dinner was a quiet affair, though the atmosphere was peaceful. The elegance of the dining hall and the delicious offerings on the table were undeniable, yet Aurora's thoughts often strayed to Maeglin's presence beside her. Their conversations were light, the topics touching on various aspects of life in Gondolin.
As the dinner concluded, Aurora excused herself, retreating to her room. The flickering candlelight once again greeted her, casting a warm and inviting glow. She settled onto her bed, allowing her thoughts to drift.
Rest eluded Aurora that night, her thoughts a tangled web that refused to unwind. She shifted and turned in her bed, the sheets rustling with her restless movements. Frustration welled within her, a quiet sigh escaping her lips.
"Why can't I just sleep?" she muttered to herself, her voice a mixture of determination and exasperation.
Closing her eyes once more, she willed herself to find solace in slumber. Minutes stretched into an eternity, yet sleep remained elusive. With a resigned huff, Aurora sat up, her gaze sweeping across the dimly lit room in search of something that might grant her respite. Moonlight filtered through the window, casting a soft glow upon the surroundings.
Stepping out of bed, Aurora padded across the room, her steps silent on the cool floor. She found herself drawn to the window, her eyes fixed on the serene night outside. A thought formed in her mind, a simple notion that carried the promise of tranquility.
"A stroll through the garden might help at a time like this," she murmured to herself, her decision made.
She dressed herself in a plain and comfortable gown, slipping her feet into a pair of soft shoes. The idea of wandering through the palace garden in the stillness of the night appealed to her senses. Determinedly, she descended the grand staircase, her movements purposeful yet gentle, as if she feared awakening the slumbering palace.
Guided by her memory of the path Maeglin had shown her on her first day, Aurora made her way to the rear of the palace. With a quiet exhalation of relief, she softly opened the back door and stepped onto the cobblestone path that led to the garden. Her steps were deliberate, each footfall carefully placed to minimize any sound.
The night air embraced her as she ventured deeper into the garden, the moon casting a silvery glow upon the lush vegetation. She meandered along the familiar path, the fragrance of flowers and the rustling of leaves serenading her senses. The garden was a realm of calm, a sanctuary where the turmoil of the world seemed to momentarily fade away.
As Aurora wandered, the weight of her thoughts began to ease, replaced by a sense of quiet introspection. The moon's reflection shimmered upon the tranquil surface of a pond, its ripples echoing the gentle rhythm of her heart. She found a bench nestled beneath the gnarled branches of a centuries-old tree and settled upon it, her gaze lifted to the starlit sky.
The night enveloped Aurora as she reclined on the bench, her body relaxing into the cool embrace of the seat. She inhaled deeply, savoring the crisp, untainted air that surrounded her. This world held none of the pollution she was accustomed to in her own realm, and the difference was both striking and refreshing. With closed eyes, she surrendered herself to the purity of the moment, allowing the peaceful atmosphere to soothe her restless thoughts.
Abruptly, the quiet serenity was interrupted by the sound of someone clearing their throat. Aurora's eyes fluttered open, her attention drawn toward the source of the sound. There, standing a few feet away, was Prince Maeglin himself. Her heart leaped in her chest, she quickly rose from the bench, her composure momentarily faltering. The surprise of his presence and the suddenness of the encounter left her flustered, feeling as if she had been caught red-handed.
Maeglin observed her with his customary calm demeanor, his raised eyebrow silently inquiring about her presence. His voice, when it came, was measured and inquisitive. "What are you doing here at this hour?"
Aurora's fingers fumbled slightly, an unconscious sign of her unease. She managed to find her voice, albeit in a slightly shaky tone. "Um, I couldn't sleep. I thought a walk in the garden might help."
There was a moment of silence as Maeglin regarded her, his gaze searching. He then took deliberate steps closer to the bench, settling down at the opposite end, maintaining a measured distance that conveyed a sense of respectful boundaries.
"Please, take a seat, Aurora," he urged, his tone unexpectedly gentle. She complied, perching herself on the bench, the space between them palpable with unspoken thoughts.
Curiosity mingled with the moonlit stillness as they exchanged glances, neither of them rushing to fill the silence.
Finally, Maeglin broke the quietude, his voice a soft murmur. "Do you often find yourself unable to sleep?"
Aurora nodded slightly, her eyes fixed on a distant point. "Yeah, sometimes. It's... different here. Peaceful, but my mind can't always settle."
He nodded in understanding, his gaze drifting upwards to the moon that bathed the garden in its ethereal glow.
"And what about you, Prince Maeglin? Are you also unable to sleep?"
His response was a revelation that seemed to offer a glimpse into a more personal side of him. "I often find solace in this garden, especially under the moonlight. It's a respite from the weight of responsibilities and thoughts."
Aurora offered a small smile, appreciating the shared sentiment. The moments passed, each tick of time marked by the delicate rustling of leaves and the distant melody of crickets. In that quietude, Aurora realized that her heart had found a measure of calmness she had been seeking.
Suddenly Maeglin broke the silence that had settled between them. His voice wavered with uncertainty as he addressed the topic that had hung between them like an invisible veil.
"Aurora," he began, his words carrying a weight of unease, "about yesterday's dinner with Lord Salgant..."
At the mention of the lord's name, Aurora's attention shifted to Maeglin. His demeanor, typically composed and stoic, now betrayed a hint of emotion in his eyes.
"I apologize for everything he said to you, about your kind."
Aurora blinked in surprise, taken aback by his apology. She hadn't anticipated that Maeglin would address the issue, let alone offer an apology on behalf of someone else. Her mind raced, considering his words carefully. She found herself grappling with conflicting emotions – gratitude for his consideration and confusion about his role in the matter.
Maeglin's gaze remained fixed on her, his intent clear in his posture. Aurora managed to find her voice, though it trembled slightly. "It's alright, Prince Maeglin," she replied, her tone gentle and understanding. "It's not your fault."
His expression didn't waver, his stoicism unchanged. He continued, revealing a side of himself that she hadn't seen before.
"The things he said, it was rude and uncalled for. I've known him for a long time, and I never thought he would speak to you that way."
Aurora's lips curved into a small, rueful smile. "Sounds like Lord Salgant harbors a strong dislike for humans." she remarked, a hint of irony lacing her words.
Maeglin's silence spoke volumes. He didn't deny her observation, and his unspoken agreement seemed to echo between them.
Aurora sighed softly, her smile lingering. "You know, Prince Maeglin, you don't have to apologize on his behalf. If Lord Salgant should apologize, it's up to him. But if he doesn't, well, I don't hold grudges for long. My life is too short for that."
His eyes met hers, and within that shared glance, Aurora sensed a deep understanding that transcended their differences. It was a silent acknowledgment of the complexities of their world and the challenges they both faced.
As the night air grew cooler, a soft drowsiness settled over Aurora. She turned her gaze towards Maeglin, breaking the quietude between them. "I think I'm going to sleep now," she murmured, a faint yawn escaping her lips.
Maeglin's attention shifted to her, his gaze steady and his expression unreadable. He nodded in response, his voice calm as he replied, "Alright."
With a gentle stretch, Aurora got to her feet, the bench's wooden surface leaving an imprint on her skin. She stood before Maeglin, feeling the weight of the moment between them. "Goodnight, Prince Maeglin," she said, offering him a tired but genuine smile.
His eyes remained fixed on her, a quiet intensity in his gaze. "Goodnight, Aurora," he replied, his voice carrying a note of solemnity that seemed to echo the weight of their unspoken connection.
Turning away from him, Aurora began her journey back to the palace. Her footsteps were soft against the path as she walked, the moonlight casting shadows that danced around her. She glanced back once, catching a final glimpse of Maeglin's figure bathed in the ethereal glow of the night.
Maeglin, for his part, kept his eyes fixed on Aurora until she disappeared from view, his thoughts a tapestry of emotions that he struggled to unravel. He let out a soft sigh, his gaze then shifting to the horizon where the moon hung suspended in the dark expanse.