Delicate

SPECIAL CHAPTER PART 2

(Y/n) hummed as she walked along the halls on the way to the library.

Dammit. He thinks to himself, his eyes looking up to the ceiling. Of course he has to make his life as difficult as possible.

He takes a deep breath, his mind now set on his mission. Time is ticking away, and he only has a short amount of time to accomplish this.

This is going to be the most horrible week of his life, he thinks to himself with a groan. His feet move of their own accord, pacing infront of his room. But there is no other way.

She raises an eyebrow as she spots him muttering outside his door, "My Prince," she greeted with a curtsy, "why in heavens name are you outside of your own door?"

"Oh—um—er... ah..." Legolas stutters nervously, his words tripping over themselves as he tries to think of a proper response. The truth is that he had been muttering to himself about what a terrible week he would be having.

He clears his throat, hoping that he sounds confident as he answers. "I must speak to you, my dear Lady," he says, sounding much more formal than usual. "I have... ah... a mission for you."

He tells her about the ball and his predicament.

She bursts out laughing, "that's what the meeting was about?"

Legolas groans, not happy to be the butt of someone else's joke. "Do be serious, (y/n)," he says, giving her a firm look. "This discussion matters greatly to me. So stop laughing, and let us discuss my mission."

His expression softens somewhat. "For someone who is to marry the Crown Prince," he says, his eyes twinkling mischievously. "There is a certain air of decorum that is needed. Do you truly think that someone who cannot be serious is worthy of me?"

She shrugged, "Any woman woud be lucky to be your bride, you know." She tells her friend,  "Who knows, maybe you'll find her at the ball?"

"Of course any woman would be lucky to be my bride," Legolas says with a haughty glare. "I have a reputation to uphold, after all. I am a Prince of the Woodland realm, and the Crown Prince of Greenwood. I am not a man to be trifled with," he adds with a stern look.

He sighs and rolls his eyes at her last comment. "And as for the ball, that is exactly what my father wants. He wants me to find a wife there. Of course, that is easier said than done."

"Well I for one can't wait for the ball, my father tells me to find a nobleman who can take care of me," she sighs dreamily, "I have other things to attend to so I'll see you then."

"Well, I shall wish you luck," Legolas replies, offering her a small smile. "I am sure that you'll be able to attract many a suitor at the ball. Your beauty will surely be unmatched by any other in the realm, and I'm sure that you'll have your pick of the litter."

He smiles at her again, and he tilts his head slightly. "Oh, and do give me a proper curtsy, my lady," he adds with a chuckle. "I expect that I be treated with the respect I deserve. This is not an informal encounter, after all." He tells her jokingly.

She rolls her eyes at her friend but cursties with a hand on her heart and bowing her head, "Yes, My Crown Prince." She says endearingly then turns to walk off.

Legolas can't help but crack a little grin at her curtsy, clearly amused by her antics.

As she walks away from him, he calls to her. "You truly should find a husband at the ball," he says, his voice lowered to a whisper. "There are many men of noble birth attending, and you are certain to be able to find someone of equal status to your family."