At that moment I was seriously considering running away. When Celebrian mentioned the word feast, Arwen's eyes lit up in joy at the same time as her brothers let out agonized groans.
"It is Turuhalmë in a few weeks, and I have much to do in preparation. Arwen, my dear. I expect you to help me with the preparations, and you may also assist Esther in learning some of the dances."
"Yes, Nana," she replied happily.
"And my sons, you may help in teaching Esther, as well."
The twins glanced at each other then at me. I raised an eyebrow slightly, suspicious of what was going through their minds.
"Nana, we have never been very good dancers," Elladan replied slowly.
"Oh, but I need someone to dance with to learn the steps," I said sweetly. "Arwen can't dance and observe me at the same time!" I said as I linked my arm through his and surreptitiously pinched him on the back of his arm. He barely winced and sent a glare in my direction when Celebrian turned to inspect a bundle of table cloths.
"She is right, Elladan." I suppressed the urge to send a victorious smirk in their direction. "The two of you may take turns, but she will need someone to dance with," she said and turned back around after sending the bundle with the young Elleth with a nod and smile. The twins grumbled under their breath but stayed quiet for the most part. "Now, Esther, we have much to discuss. we will go to my rooms and meet with a seamstress who will fit you for a new gown. She will also have different fabrics you may choose from," she said with an excited gleam in her eye.
She took me by the arm, and as I followed beside her, I glanced back helplessly. They watched, grinning widely as I was dragged to the worst thing I could possibly think of doing. I had never been the type of girl to be excited about shopping or the way different fabrics and colors looked on me, so when Celebrian and Arwen excitedly took me into the room to see the seamstress, I resolved myself to the torture that would soon follow. I did not expect them to have a new dress made. Instead, I thought they would have altered a gown already made for me to wear, but instead, I was currently standing in front of a room full of beautiful ladies in nothing but a thin slip as they measured, poked, and prodded me. Fabrics of every color imaginable were strewn about the room. Reds, greens, blues, purples: if they were able to mix the dye, that color was here.
"Nana, I don't think that color compliments her," Arwen said as she held up a pastel yellow silk fabric.
"No, I was thinking maybe something in a slightly darker shade." She held her fingers to her lips as she perused the fabrics once again. "Ah! perhaps this?" She brought a bolt of emerald green silk and draped it over my torso.
"It's a very beautiful color, my lady," said the seamstress.
I turned to look in the mirror and sighed quietly. It was beautiful fabric, but it was not a color I would have picked.
"Esther." I met Celebrian's eyes in the mirror as we both looked at the fabric. "You have been very quiet, my dear."
I attempted a smile and folded the cloth. "Just a little tired is all."
Celebrian smiled sympathetically and handed me a robe. "We have been at this for some time now. Perhaps we should take a break." Celebrian turned and gestured to one of the ladies and spoke in their soft, musical language before she turned and left the room. "Now, let's sit for a few moments. Landuriel is retrieving some tea and sweets for a light meal."
"Esther, did you have many feasts in your old land?" questioned Arwen.
"Not necessarily feasts," I answered slowly. "More like parties with close friends and family for holidays."
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Her Resurrection
Fanfiction"My life had changed, and not solely for the better. At least, it did not seem that way at the time." A young woman goes missing in a small southern town. What the residents do not know is that she has not only gone missing from their town...
