Between Two Worlds

32

After I wash myself in my bath I pull out an almost white dress that's actually a very light blue that has a tiny golden rope belt just under the bust that has a knot tied at the center, with long sleeves that have a slit down the outer side. The collar shows off my collarbones and upper back like most of the elven dresses do, especially here.

Since I just washed my feet I want to keep them clean so I slip on some thin sandals and leave my hair down naturally.

I breathe for some reason, looking into the mirror. I had seen my reflection when I got up here and realize that it was extraordinarily messy... and it had been like that all morning. No wonder I got a weird look from Nin.

I feel embarrassed now. But I don't care. If this world has brought out anything in me it's the lack of care in what people think about me.

Which reminds me, on my way up here I had seen Legolas standing by his father and talking to him... though I know not what about. Perhaps he finally caught him up on what has been going on...

But I leave my room and walk down the sunlit steps as the wind blows back my damp locks of hair.

I make my way past other elves, men, dwarves, and hobbits. On the way I spot Arwen speaking to her kin. I smile at her and she smiles back, making a polite bow of her head at me.

I see Éowyn as well. I wonder if she is holding up but I choose not to bother her as she looks deep in thought.

So I walk on towards the bridge past the tall carved building that holds the council hall. The trees of gold and mint green guide my path as I walk.

But I stop when I see my husband standing on the bridge looking over it. And I see someone short and stout approaching him; the dwarf Gimli. I don't think he knew Legolas was alive.

"Where have you been?" the half-man asks in a huff.

"Unconscious," Legolas twitches his head.

"Hm... Well I just wanted you to know that I happened to get fifty-two orcs in the last battle..." he clears his throat.

"...Fifty-three..." he smirks.

The dwarf looks up at his best friend with a sparkle in his eye for a period of time but then he begins to laugh and he wraps his big arms around him. "Bless you, elf," I hear him mutter.

I smirk at this, Legolas patting the shorter dwarf on his head and smiling.

I keep myself from laughing and run up to where they are saying, "So whatcha guys doin?"

Both of them jump back form each other, Gimli staggering so much he almost falls off the bridge. But Legolas catches him as his arms flail about, by his beard.

"Argh! What have I said?!" he complains but regains his balance after I laugh and help him towards us.

I giggle as the dwarf fixes his read hair and walks away complaining.

We watch him do this and I turn around as my husband scratches the back of his neck awkwardly. "Dwarves," he chuckles.

"Yeah..." I breathe, creasing my brow.

He drops his hand and gives me a cute amused smile like he did this morning at breakfast.

"Stop looking at me like that," I giggle.

He chuckles. "Why? Do you think mellonea would begin to ask questions?" He still smiles teasingly. (mellonea: friends - usually other elven kinfolk)

"Well..." I secure my hands over my arms. "I just don't want people to think thoughts... about us while we're merely staying here 'cause it would be awkward... and I would feel weird if Elrond found out..." I bite my lip in a pained way.