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Faeirex
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Date Posted: 15:59:17 04/15/02 Mon
Although she protested at being carried from the hall, Faeirex was secretly glad to get away from the hostile looks of the noble women. The years had left her unsure of how to behave aroung other people. Sighing, she'd given in and allowed herself to be carried like a little child up to her new rooms.
Once there, Legolas deposited her on a chair while maids prepared the bed. Murmuring something about going to see Aragorn, he spoke quietly with the Lady something or other for a moment, then left. Too tired even to eavesdrop, she waited obediently.
As soon as he left, the two women began to bustle, giving orders in clear voices- clucking like mother hens, she thought. A maid was called to take her measurements, and from somewhere a nightgown was spirited. Faeirex was puzzled by the idea of wearing something to sleep in, but too tired to argue. Not that the gown made much difference- the flimsy white fabric was practically transparent. At any other time the strange ways of the mortals would have amused her, but not now.
Wait- one of the women was talking to her.
"..and while we're at it, my dear, we'll have the dressmaker make you some more suitable clothes..."
More suitable clothes? She glanced at what she had been wearing. A short tunic made of a light, shimmering material, worn under another, beautifully embroidered tunic of green, open at the neck. Then leggings in palest green, and long calf boots made with the softest hide. Her long hair was unbound and she wore no ornaments or jewellery. Granted, it wasn't elegant, but it was practical.
She looked at what the other ladies wore. Long dresses. Come to think of it, she hadn't seen a single other woman today who wasn't wearing skirts. Her own tunic barely covered her rear- yet another reason for the court ladies to be scandalised, she supposed.
Meekly, she submitted to their fussing. It wasn't only her body that was suffering from the effects of the huge amount of power she had spent today, it seemed. Her spirit was exhausted, a single candle flame wavering in the wind.
Again and again, the women tried to engage her in talk, but she was unforthcoming- morose even. After what seemed like an eternity, they left her. Gratefully she curled up under the sheets, a roof over her head for the first time in how long? She didn't know. Lost in her thoughts, Faeirex sought the blissful peace of dreams.
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