Death Cure || Lord of the Rings

Chapter 1

Note: video attached is for music only, it was found on YouTube and dose not belong to me nor dose it represent my character

My fingers pluck at the harp in a series of delicate patterns. Eyes closed, heart open as it receives the magical song. I catch myself not so much swaying, as becoming the music. Blushing to no one but myself I resume more consciously.
"Tigua Deer." My short name is announced, taking suit with my short hair. I flinch as the sound tinges the strings chirp. "You have been called for in the throne room."
"How so?" I ask with a faint crease appearing between my eyebrows.
"I have been told to ask you bring your weapon of choice." I stare, mortified. Apparently my distaste dose not go unnoticed. "And by that I only mean book, canvases, flute, or any other device which my lord sees fitting."
"My strings then sir?"
"Of course."
"The ones I require I do not possess." The dark haired elf waits with nothing but the eleven patience we have all been taught. "A cello, of grander stature than myself but a thing my hands know well." Though this is true, I have only ever owned a small one, take in practice with the one more suiting my size when ever chance may arise and though I thought my request risky, a chance has arisen.
"This very well may be but then, have you anything prepared? I see none here to prepare with." He observes glancing my chambers for something to prove otherwise.
"I do, I shall say nothing more than that, you in turn need only give yes or no."
He studies my words for a moment before replying,"Ay, then bring you courage and best face, I shall have it sent to be waiting you."
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When I enter the thrown room, Thranduil is hoisted on his thrown, cloak swept over his feet, ringed fingers relaxed over the wooden arm. I take my place, sitting on a stool provided for me. The cellos peg is extended all the way so I have to adjust it awkwardly to fit my torso. As I do so I can feel their eyes judging my every movement. Someone try's to ease their chuckle int a cough but it doesn't go unnoticed. Once I've adjusted it, it slips on the hardwood.
"Oh." I mutter, if I wasn't nervous before, I am now. I fall to my knees, the instrument is okay, but my self esteem is not.
"My servants told me you where the best in the kingdom, is this your best or is this just to make me flout your insafisincys?" His voice is booming.
"No my lord, truly I am sorry."
"I know." And thinking on that, he probably dose.
With as much dignity and confidence that I have left, I play. Getting lost in my other world. When I've finished I open my eyes, much to my surprise, a small smirk plays on the kings face.
"The best indeed." He chimes. A smile engulfs my left cheek. I rest the cello on its side, curtsy, and make my way out, as my clumsy smiling self.
"Ah, Tigua, I'll have it sent to your chamber." A full fledged grin takes over my face.
"Thankyou." As I say it, my eyes meet ones that do not belong to Thranduil. Their a piercing blue rather than his deep ones. I nod at the prince, smile fading into a polite grin. Thus ends my last day of contentment.