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on: May 21, 2015 01:10
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Wow. What great advice to us all, Maxie! If only I could actually work on something other than fanfics!
I don't have much to update. I don't think I'm going to make it through this month's mini NaNo; I'm at 11,801 words & have run out of ideas that I can use to up my word count.
Here is my second prompt. This is actually a two for one, so you get to see me writing from a male viewpoint! If any of you have read my fanfic The Handsome Sleeper, I revised it a bit & changed a few things, mainly in I think the second chapter. And yes, it's a Sleeping Beauty spinoff!
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I loved him the minute I laid eyes on him. Those flowing, flaxen locks cascading down his strong, young shoulders and back, those beautiful cornflower blue eyes, all peeking out from a well-defined face made up the physical form of young Prince Thranduil, only son of Oropher. However, I knew there had to be much more to him than just his handsome features. One can imagine how thrilled yet saddened I was when he fell into the Enchanted River and became entranced in a deep sleep. I say this not because I wished the sorcery upon him but rather because I, out of all the elves, was chosen to attend him! While I mainly kept to the kitchens, I had always been interested in healing and they gave me a chance to practice my nursing skills on him. It ended up that I kept him fed and covered in his blankets, while some male servants attended to any more personal needs. Much of the day I simply sat by his side, reading or singing to him in hopes he would wake up. Then one day, his dainty white foot poked out from under the covers just as I had filled my hands with dirty dishes to return to the kitchens. Afraid he might be able to catch a chill, I slid his foot back underneath the covers, my fingers brushing his sole. A soft chuckle met my ear and I knew it did not come from my own mouth. Curious, I tickled his foot again, and looked at the Prince’s face. Behold! He smiled, chuckling in his sleep yet looking closer to waking than I had ever seen him. Curious to see if my theory would work, I tickled him even more until he laughed hard enough to force tears down that beautiful face of his.
“Stop!” he finally choked out through his laughter.
I immediately did so, holding my sides as they hurt from my raucous display of mirth, and he opened his gorgeous cornflower eyes to stare at me. "Prince Thranduil! You are awake at last! I shall fetch your parents right away!" I exclaimed, embarrassed for some reason.
"Wait, don't leave! Who are you and what are you doing in my room, acting all excited that I am awake? Has something happened?"
I laughed again; the confusion on his face made him even more endearing. "I'm Arabesque. We have never formally met since I work for King Oropher in the kitchens. You fell into the Enchanted River a hundred years ago and have been asleep until just now. I was put in charge of making sure you got your nourishment during your convalescence."
"Oh my! Please come closer; I do not wish to be alone." I obliged and he took my hand, looking solemnly into my eyes, which made my insides squirm as though they teemed with a million fish, yet not in an unpleasant way. I suppose awaking to find you’ve been asleep a full century is rather stressful, so of course I needed to oblige him and explain things more.
He gently squeezed my hand as he spoke, sending a pleasant shiver down my spine. "Thank you for caring for me. And you found my cure! How can I ever repay you?"
"I was only doing my duty. Your father makes sure I have enough to eat and I have the loveliest room. I do not need anything else."
"Well, at any rate I would like to get to know you better."
My heart stopped beating. The Elvenprince wanted to be friends with me, a lowly kitchen maid? Did I hear him right?
At this point, the king and queen came bursting into the room. Someone had heard our laughter and sent for them.
"My son, my son! You are awake!" cried Oropher.
Bannostadeth asked me how it happened, so I explained everything.
"Arabesque, you shall be greatly rewarded for this! Tell me, what should you like in the entire kingdom?" King Oropher was feeling very generous towards me for some reason, even though I knew I really had not done much at all.
"Oh no, your Highness! I do not need anything else; you have already provided me with so much! Besides, seeing the joy of a reunited family is the only reward I need," I replied, quite embarrassed at all the fuss over me. The cure was completely accidental and I needed no repayment. Any of the elves in the whole land would have given their lives if only their prince would be saved by it. Besides, the payment I desired was impossible for me to have.
"Nonsense! I'll tell you what; you shall be promoted to the status of a lady. I shall provide all the fancy clothes you need and anything else you might want. You will never need to work in the kitchens again. I know you play the flute but are unable to practice often due to your duties. Now you will have time for that and can play for us with the other musicians, if you wish."
My eyes shone from sheer joy. I’d always dreamed of attending a dance as both a musician and a dancer. "Thank you so much! Will I be allowed to attend the balls to dance as well as play?"
"Most certainly!" the king and queen replied together.
“I also desire to learn from your best healers.”
They smiled their approval, then Thranduil piped up. "I'd love to dance with you at our next ball! Will you do me the honour of the first dance?"
I looked to the royal couple to seek their approval. Bannostadeth nodded in agreement. "I would be honoured, your Majesty!"
"Come now, at this point I see no more need of formality. Call me Thranduil."
"All right then, your – I mean Thranduil!" I found myself feeling suddenly shy around him. Although I knew it not, my love for him began in full that day and I had no idea how to handle those emotions. Actually, I suspected the prince experienced similar feelings from the way he looked at me with a hint of longing in those big, beautiful eyes. It seemed as though he wanted to know what kind of elleth would willingly care for him all those years. However, I knew the family needed some time to reunite and I needed time to sort out my own emotions. "I shall go and tell my family the good news, if you all will excuse me!"
"Go right ahead! We shall see you later!" All three royals replied at once, happy to be together again.
I fled the room, hoping to escape the fantasies that threatened to plague my mind. Thranduil was even more enchanting awake, and I was scared of the emotional state jumbling my insides.
I’m sure you are wondering just how long it took him to realize I loved him and he loved me. Actually, a few hundred long years is your answer. During that time we got to know each other and became the best of friends, inseparable companions who spoke with each other daily. The more I knew of him, the deeper my love grew. I think he knew all along that we were destined for each other yet feared he missed something, although what I am not sure. At last, he asked me to marry him, and of course I agreed. We’ve been together ever since, my best friend and I, although we are so much more to each other. Even our precious, beloved son Legolas will never have the same place in my heart that my dearest Thranduil has.
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Thranduil strode into the room, royal robes swinging majestically. “What are you doing?” he inquired.
Smiling, Arabesque beckoned him over. “I’ve been writing our love story to give to Legolas.” She handed him the papers. “Be careful. They are still wet.”
Holding the documents far from his garments, he strolled as he read through them. After several minutes, he carefully laid them on the table and placed his arms around his precious wife. “I love you, Meleth!” Nuzzling her nose, he closed his eyes and captured her soft, full lips in a tender kiss.
Sighing in content, she leaned against him, placing a gentle hand on his strong chest. “And I love you,” she murmured between caresses.
A few minutes later, the Elvenking drew back. “Now I would like to write my own version of the story!”
“I think that’s a lovely plan!” She smiled as he sat at her desk and grabbed the goose quill.
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The sensation of falling washed over me, then a chill ran down my spine as water covered me. Shivering, I could not wake up. I only knew something warm carried me. As if I floated among the clouds, softness upheld me as I heard a lovely voice speaking and singing to me. Soft hands touched mine, and something wet passed through my lips. Surely I had died and one of the Valar tenderly cared for me. That voice…perhaps it belonged to Nessa? While not unpleasant, the ethereal visions flashed in my mind for such a long time. Then, a foreign object touched my foot, one I knew did not belong in the wonderful imagery to which I had become accustomed and learned to love.
The nasty thing touching my foot tickled, and I found myself laughing. As I allowed my mirth to spill out, I drifted back into reality, slowly floating down from the heavenly places in which I flew. I opened my eyes and blinked. Surely this lovey creature was Nessa herself, come down to see me safely to wherever I belonged. All my memories rushed back to me, overwhelming my mind. Then she said something about leaving me, so of course I needed to detain this lovely personage. I looked into her pale blue eyes, wondering how any lady could be this lovely and not be a Valar, for somehow my instinct said she was a mere elf, although I protested to myself.
Then, she smiled at me. “Arabesque.” The name rolled off her lips like melted butter dripping onto a hot lemon scone. As she laughed, soft music tinkled inside my head, filling my heart with joy. I had to touch her, to feel that she was real. As I took her hand, its rough redness seemed to me more beautiful than the soft, tender hand I had expected. Her musical voice tickled my ears as we spoke.
My parents came bursting into the room, interrupting the intimate moment I shared with this goddess. Someone had heard our laughter and sent for them. However, I knew they needed to make sure I was safe and recovered, just as I needed to be reunited with them.
After a pleasant conversation, I had to make sure Lady Arabesque would come into my presence once more, so I asked her to dance with me at the ball. My heart pounded as I awaited her reply, and she finally agreed. I could not contain the wide grin that sprang across my face.
I found it rather humorous that my parents insisted I rest when they informed me I had been asleep the past century. My dreams took me once more to high and lofty places. However, a face connected itself to the lovely voice which spoke and sang to me.
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Waiting for the dance proved to be torture on my part. I saw no more of Arabesque until that evening. There she allowed me to dance with her several times over the course of the night. I would have held her in my arms, gently swaying to the music, all the night long. However, I understood she had her duties and I let her attend them. Whenever she came to me and placed her right hand in my left, her left hand on my shoulder, I knew Nessa herself could not fit better in my embrace nor move her feet so expertly across the floor.
That night caused me to dream of marriage and I knew it was time I found someone with whom to share the rest of my life. However, my fear that I was unworthy of this beautiful being caused me to wait centuries before making my move. During that time, my sweet Arabesque became my best friend, the one I longed to spend time with on a daily basis, the one I missed most whenever she left the room.
I regret I waited so long to ask her to marry me. However, the years we’ve had together have proved to be sweet enough to make up the difference. She is the one who has been there for me in my darkest moments, actively loving me even when I have been such a pain and could not properly show her my own love. When the dragon gave me my scars, she was there for me. She told me that even though I thought my scars hideous, to her they became beautiful because I attained them while saving her.
Surely the Valar have truly blessed me to give me such an amazing, wonderful Elvenqueen as my beloved wife.
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Thranduil laid the quill on the table after dabbing the ink off with a splotched cloth. Looking over his shoulder the whole time, Arabesque leaned over and pressed her cheek to his, encircling him with her arms. Smiling, he got up and she pulled him around to face her. “You are precious, my Meleth! I love you.” He snuggled against her and closed his eyes, their lips passionately meeting once more. His right hand trailed along her face and worked its way into her hair, caressing the soft tresses as they kissed. Their deep bond of love became affirmed by the physical touch, such a small portion in their life together.
"Greater love has no one than this, that he lay down his life for his friends." John 15:13, NIV
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