Chances Are (Avengers & LOTR crossover)

The Feast Of Starlight

The Feast of Starlight took place on a hill, the highest point of the city. The place itself was shaped like a dome, but without the roof that would otherwise hinder your eyes from gazing into the million twinkling stars above. Now Wanda could really understand why this was called the Hall of Starlight.

The high wall was decorated with what seemed like fluorescent flowers that mimicked the sky above. The golden insignia of Rivendell could be found here and there decorating the wall, some trailing up high till as far as the eyes could see. The whole building was basically an elvish version of colosseum without the roughness and the bloody history of the Roman empire.

Candles that were placed strategically around the place gave off soft hue of amber that lit up the hall without overpowering the beauty of the starlight. The songs of the elves were chanted in old Quenya. Its soft, melancholic tune echoed around the building, making Wanda shiver pleasantly as the melody reached her ears. Though she didn’t know what the beautiful tune meant, she knew they were singing hymns to the stars itself.

“I thought one of the stars has fallen down right in front of my eyes.”

The musical male voice drew a smile from Wanda’s lips. “Smooth,” was her only reply as she turned around to face him. Ro’s cool grey eyes searched her, heavy with reverence. She couldn’t help but let her eyes wander. Elrohir was wearing a silver tunic with rich dark blue rimming its edges; along with it, a dark leggings that disappeared behind his shiny elven boots. A simple yet beautiful silver circlet sat on top of his head, crowning his inky black hair. Equipped with sword strapped on his side and a charming smile on his lips, he was a real life prince that came only from her wildest fantasy.

“You look… marvelous,” he breathed, earning a blush from Wanda.

“Thank you. You look dashing as well,” she managed to reply calmly.

Dashing didn’t do him any justice—he was beautiful.

“I uh…” Elrohir was lost for words as he drank in her appearance before him, a vision in white, “I have something for you to complete the look.”

He took his hands from behind his back, producing a beautiful arrangement of flower crown. With a slightly crooked smile of his, he showed it to her, reading her expression. “May I?”

Her nod was his cue as he gently placed the flower crown on top of her head. Now that she paid more attention, many elleths that present were also wearing flower crowns. Some, but not all.

“How do I look?” Wanda asked as she adjusted and felt the flowers on her head with the tips of her fingers.

“Breathtaking. I’m honored,” he answered.

“So what’s the occasion?”

“Pardon?”

“It’s my first time being in here. It seems like some people are also wearing flower crowns.”

A look of understanding passed the prince’s expression. “Sometimes I do forget that you are not very familiar with the way of the elves,” he murmured. He offered her his arm, smiling as she graciously took it and linked hers with his. “It is a symbol, a sign when someone thinks of you highly. To show that they cherish you,” he explained, “Usually an ellon to an elleth they fancy.”

The light was dim, but Wanda could almost see Ro blushing a bit. “So you fancy me?” Wanda elbowed him lightly, teasing him.

Ro had the decency to look as if he was contemplating his answer. “I have to think about that,” answered Elrohir with a boyish grin.