Encounters with the Elven King

Fall Solstice

Fall Solstice

"May I have this dance?" The question was followed by a smooth pale hand blocking Isilmë's view. She followed the extended arm and was met with the ever charming, and inviting, blue eyes of the Prince of Mirkwood.

Isilmë contemplated her options with a playful smile tilting at the corner of her lips. She consented, placing her hand in his own. Had it been any other elf, she would have turned them away. All the elves knew of Isilmë's dislike of frolicking and dancing before an audience. It seemed the Valar would take no pity on her this day; but, she would at least make sure to have fun with Legolas. "You may."

The prince chuckled as he pulled her up from her set, the sheer gold and red materials of her dress shuffling behind her beautifully. Disbelief, with a large amount of sarcasm could be hinted in his luring voice as he joked with the older elleth. "You would have refused me?"

"I may have." Isilmë laughed as Legolas held her gently by the hand; a smile on her face as he walked her to the center of the room. Grinning, the Elven-Prince bowed to his dancing partner before bestowing a chaste kiss upon her soft knuckles. Mockingly, Isilmë glared at him as he then proceeded to lead her into a dance. Most of the others that were feasting and celebrating had moved closer to the outskirts, as was custom for when a royal was within their presence -for the first dance at least.

Isilmë rolled her eyes at the ever playful Prince as he easily twirled her, both dancing around each other with elegance and precision. As the bards ended one song, another soon followed. None of the other elves returned to the floor's center yet and Isilmë's eyes met Legolas' blue once more. "Are you not to be dancing with Tauriel?"

Isilmë cocked her head to the side in confusion as she eyed the poor Prince. His blue eyes fell behind her as he kept a smiling facade, one she knew all too well now. "Ada. He-"

The elleth's delicate eyebrows shot up before she lifted a hand and interrupted him. "Say no more, my prince!" Isilmë closed her green-like eyes and chuckled. Isilmë and Thranduil had become student and teacher less than a year ago. They had both become quite close -or as close as they could be with council members and such interfering all the time- as she praised him and called him friend. She even joked with the King and got him to chuckle here and there, which on its own was rare or unheard of. "Today is a new day, full of grandeur and festivities. I shall take care of your father."

With a mischievous wink and a quick twirl, Isilmë allowed her raven black hair to obscure her view for a moment before spotting the redheaded elleth across the room and turning to face Legolas once more. She took hold of both his hands before tugging him along with her toward the outskirt of the floor. Unheard words passed between the elleth and the bards and minstrels that were playing harmoniously together. After a small agreement, a faster tune that was heard once in Lake Town could be heard playing along the caverns of Mirkwood. Isilmë looked back at Legolas and smiled as she pulled him along again.

Without telling him of her plan, she released the Prince and collected the hands of another elleth. Isilmë would do anything for her friends, especially when they were in need of her help. She flitted around the room as if she were dancing in the air and brought more elves onto the dance floor. Legolas was not quite sure what she was up to as he eyed the bouncing ravenette, but he soon realized her plan and began to do the same. A genuine smile quickly made it across his face. Who was to say that the prince could not dance with any and all nobles or commoners if they were all on the floor?

Isilmë and Legolas lost track of the other among all the added bodies. She had quickly worked up a temperature running around as well. Her chartreuse eyes fell around the room as she finally spotted the Prince and her redheaded friend. Smiling to herself for a job well done, Isilmë turned around in search for the King.

Thranduil was quite easy to distinguish compared to his loyal subjects. He always held an air of superiority to him -even without trying- and his height helped immensely. His back was turned to her as she slowly walked over towards him. He seemed to be distracted already by the looks of it, before Isilmë spotted Aurë, her sister.

Isilmë stopped. A sensation she had not felt before, but in the fear of battle, crept up into her chest as she witnessed the sight before her. Thranduil held her sister's hand in his own; a serene smile coating his usually steeled features and his eyes just as soft. Isilmë could not help but notice the slight dusting of pink across Aurë's face as they seemed to not have noticed her yet. Whatever it was they were speaking of, was none of her concern. That was a fact she had concluded.

The elder elleth took a deep and stabilizing breath as she stepped back. She tore her eyes away before searching across the room with a bittersweet smile on her face. She had to leave. She did not understand quite well what was happening within her heart, but she did not like this feeling. This feeling could be described as being consumed whole, of desperation... of being torn. It truly was an unfamiliar feeling the elleth had never experienced in her millenias thus far.

Once the fresh aroma of the night's air filled her lungs, the elleth released a long breath she was not aware she had been holding. She shook her head to try and alleviate the running thoughts across her mind as she made way towards the training grounds. She would overcome this new feeling. If that meant she'd have to beat it out then Isilmë would. If anything, she could do nothing but be content that both Thranduil and her sister were having a good time.

Hastily, she shed her gown in favor of the simple tunic she wore underneath and grabbed an old pair of training daggers. If these horrid thoughts that plagued her mind wouldn't leave her be, then she would tire herself till morning.