The Prince's Visions

Chapter Twenty five

Pic is of Eilonwy's dress. :D

Eilonwy

A knock at my bedroom door awakens me, and I sit up, rubbing my eyes tiredly.

"Come in," I say, yawning. I brush my tangled hair out of my face with my fingers and watch as Legolas comes in holding something. When his gaze lands on me he grins, chuckling deeply.

"Did I wake you?" he asks with slight sarcasm before approaching my bed. He lays a large package beside me and then sits on the edge of my bed, keeping a gentlemanly distance.

"What made you think that?" I ask with the same teasing tone, and I roll my eyes before smiling at him. His hair is not braided on the sides today, but it is falling down his shoulders simply. His gaze is soft as it rests on me, and a small smile pulls at his lips. Legolas's expressions are usually hard to decipher, but the more I get to know him, the easier it is to see the emotions that lie within his bright blue eyes. He is much like his father in that aspect, yet Legolas's natural expression is softer, even when I cannot figure out what he is thinking or feeling.

"You slept late today," he states with a smile before he slides the package closer to me until it is touching my leg, "This is for you."

I take the package, laying it in my lap, and I begin to tear away the paper that it is wrapped inside. "Oh," I say with a laugh as I remove the rest of the paper, "A box! It is what I have always wanted!"

Legolas grins, rolling his eyes in an un-princely manner. "Would you please just open it, Eilonwy?"

I look back down at the thin, rectangular box, and I take the lid off, wondering what Legolas could possibly be giving me and why. It is not my birthday-at least, I do not think it is. I am actually not entirely sure when I was really born. On Earth, my birthday was June 6. I gasp, reaching my fingers into the box and lightly stroking the blue material that lies within. I push my covers away and jump from the bed, racing to the mirror, not caring that I am in my nightgown. The box falls to the floor and the dress that was inside springs free, and I hold it up to my body. It is gorgeous, definitely the most exquisite piece of clothing I have ever seen in my life. I am at a loss for words as I stare into the mirror at it. It is a lovely light blue color with almost unnoticeable shades of purple and darker blue mixed in, and it shimmers softly in the morning light streaming through the window. It has so much material, making it appear to be large and puffy like something a princess would wear.

I turn to look at Legolas, seeing his slightly smug smile as he watches me. He stands from my bed, walking toward me, and I want nothing more than to kiss him from utter happiness.

"Legolas," I breathe out his name, feeling as if I am in a dream, "I cannot believe you did this."

"You said you had nothing to wear to the feast," he states, stopping in front of me, "Arwen is really the one to thank. She gave the orders to her personal seamstress to have this made for you."

My heart feels as if it will burst of warmth and elation. "How can anyone make a dress this beautiful in just one day? It is gorgeous! I feel most unfit to wear it! Surely you got it all wrong and the dress is actually for Glosseth to wear?" I say.

He chuckles at my reaction, his eyes crinkling adorably as he does. "The dress is made specially for you, I promise," he says.

I place the dress delicately on my bed before turning and pouncing on Legolas, wrapping him in a huge hug. He laughs boyishly as he catches me, and he stumbles a bit before righting himself. He wraps his warm arms around my waist tightly, burying his face in the crook of my neck. "Thank you so much," I whisper to him, trying to put as much emotion in my voice as I can. I feel like words cannot fully describe how thankful and happy I am right now.