The Elvenking and The Girl Behind the Scenes

Go Out

It was another typical evening, but the very day that Lee Pace had asked Tania out for dinner with him. Only, she made herself busy at the workshop, tackling Thorin Oakenshield's costume manual and stitching up pieces of expensive quilts and dainty furs to form kingly outfits. She liked to think of herself as a workaholic, feeling compelled to her job, as a dragon was drawn to gold.

Beyond the rattling sound of the old sewing machine, Tania heard the door of the small atelier open, and entered an unsuspecting Richard Taylor. They smiled at each other.

"Ah, I thought I'd find you here," the main dresser stated as he walked beside Tania and looked at what she was confecting. "You know, you work too much, lass. It's good to have a head start on things, but it's even better to take a break sometimes too, you know?"

Tania hummed at his remark as a sign that she acknowledged what he said. "So how about you Richard, what are your plans on this Friday night then, huh?" She demanded with a teasing ring to her tone.

"My plan is to take over the stitching so that you can go have some rest," the costume director replied as he imposed himself between the seamstress and the machine. "Go on, go have some fun tonight."

Tania sighed towards Richard's insisting command and removed her step from the foot pedal. Little did she know that this was part of Lee's plan to get her to go out.

"Do me a favor and don't ask anyone else if they've got work for you to do, 'cause you'll be turned away," Richard warned. "Just get out of the studio and breathe some new air. I need you renewed and rested tomorrow, ready to work, capiche?" He then motioned with a subtle gesture of the head towards the door, and once Tania has left the room, he laughed to himself.

Tania looked back at her reflection in the mirror of her dresser. She contemplated the clock resting on top of the small wooden furniture at the corner of her cozy trailer on location. If that meant being closer to her work, she much rather preferred the simple comfort of a room rather than the luxury of a hotel.

The clock had just struck 7h30pm. It was rather early for a Friday night. Night is a fun and wonderful time, but Tania considered what Richard had told her earlier on and decided against her usual routine of reading books, journaling or drawing.

After all, it just occurred to her that after staying for around a month in New Zealand, she still has not gone further than the perimeters of the filming locations. There was so much for Wellington to offer, and she was not going to waste any time sitting around and missing opportunities to see its beauty under the moonlight.

She then clothed herself in a silky black dress that showed off the perfect shape of her long legs and hugged her curves like a hand fit a glove. Due to the subtle wind blowing outside proving that during the hours of absence of the sun, February summers in New Zealand can get relatively chilly, Tania made sure to layer her attire with a cardigan stopping just above her waistline. She then slipped a gorgeous pair of black low-heeled sandals that zipped at the heels and surrounded the skin around the ankles, and covered the top of her toes and closed into a pointy tip.

The young artist then focused on her face. Watching the professionals do it on movie stars really paid off. She applied her makeup flawlessly without overdoing it, which accentuated her features and gave her an alluring look. Finally, she grabbed her curling iron and wrapped random strands of her naturally straight hair around it to create some much-needed volume.

After a few more girly touch ups and multiple checks in front of the mirror, as if preoccupied about every single aspect of her appearance before a first date, she finally took a deep breath, seized her small leather purse and headed out to greet the Kiwi evening.