Nariel with
Celedir and
Ennora
It started somewhere in the distance. A snatch of whispered song bourne on a herald breeze, amplified with time. As early glimpses of a shadow dancing through the valley were defined all the more so with each step and curl into winking shapes. Joy. Merriment. Frivolity. Their laughter cavorted along their path, leaving no quarter untouched by the excitement and the expectation. There was come a Ball ! There was come a Ball. And they would come. Of course.
“
Wack fol'a day diddle dee dye doe”
“
Je le len 'o je le la le len 'o”
“
Fiddle daddle day diddle dee dye doe”
“
Ho ri f dhe ra huri” **
A fair lot of nonsense it may have sounded and they did not care who thought so. Alternating snatches of the song fell from each poised pair of lips in turn, and often also together, as they fell into an unplanned harmony, and often times sang over and under each other, with a not so small amount of laughter overtaking them completely in parts.
“
Wack fol'a Day diddle dee dye do”
“
Je le s 'je le la o le s' o”
“
Fiddle diddle dee dye daddle day doing”
“
Ho ri f dhe ra huri” **
At length their small tide of colour broke into the spill of light, and the merry-minded perpetrators were revealed. A young male Elf, with his moontide silver hood of hair, was set as though a shimmering lake between a pair of two beautiful maidens, both bedecked in glamorous tresses of fiery ember, and one of whom was hung upon each of his arms. The two ladies were cousins in fact, and their escort .. felt like he might just be the luckiest Elf in all Imladris this night. An opinion which was evident from his expression.
Celedir it was of course, though rarely did he dress so well, for seldom did he find the need, much less the want. Tonight was very much an exception on all counts. For his pale blue garb was as arctic and unspoilt as the snowy hithaeglir, and as fine as
Halyanis could tailor for him, while he had trembled with sheer excitement and had to be repeatedly bade to stand still. It would in fact be some miracle to not find at least one pin still sticking out of his get up before the night be done.
At the head of their hand-locked chain,
Nariel led, in a seasonally dark green satin gown, with small sprigs of actual holly to garnish her otherwise free-fall of titian mane. An off the shoulder slip of a sleeve left each arm otherwise unclad, for she had managed to escape her rooms without succumbing to a host of jewels, save for the single gold wedding band about her finger. A press of silken ruffled flowers swarmed her snug corset as though a bountiful bouquet of wrap, to where the vast parasol of unpatterned skirt swept out below in an unbroken wave from her waist. The hem was close enough to the floor that glimpses of golden shoes could be glimpsed in their constant carousel beneath. One toe was tapping, ever so, the pulse of anticipation, even when their party was stood at a standstill.
Ennora held back to be always at the tail end of their collective, and felt rather self-consciously like the ‘before’ stage of the accomplished ‘after’ stage that her kinswoman had managed. A velvet robe of amber-hued velvet might have been considered rather plain, if it had not boasted an brighter belt of autumnal leaves design, that orbited the long sleeves, the neckline and otherwise shapeless waist. The Woodelf had compensated rather with a headdress of some matching show of leaves, in a kaleidoscope of red and brown and golden shades; which rather betrayed her style and upbringing in the realm of the Elvenking. Unsure how that experience might ready her for tonight, she sucked a slight strand of her long flaming hair, as though it might instill her with confidence. Or at least be unobserved as she trailed behind her livelier companions.
“
Come now,”
Nariel sent a ripple of motion with one arm to rouse her consorts. “
You are sworn to make so merry that I forget my husband is from my side. For I shall not weep and ruin this dress, or hold the pair of you accountable.” Her smile went small way into supporting such a threat. Indeed the Lady looked already overjoyed to attend the event, and scarcely noticed how
Celedir was dragging them toward the lines of food and feast.
“
Are you sure you did not relocate here solely to attend this party ?” he asked, by way of diversion. He was as nervous of showing her a good time as he was by the long letter
Tharmaras had left with him, outlining what was, and what was not, suitable ways to conduct himself tonight. This in the aftermath of an extensively long interview from
Tirindo on a very similar subject. He had (somehow) managed to meet the SeaLord’s expectations as a fitting escort for
Nariel, but had already forgotten so many of his father’s do’s and don’t’s in favour of
Haly’s far more agreeable advice to ‘just have fun’. There was just far too much to remember !
“
I have no understanding of these things you do allege,”
Nariel raised her chin and hung on the charade of innocence. “
By chance only I happened to hear ..”
“
And happened to have so fine a gown, just in case ..” put in
Ennora meekly, though not without a knowing smile.
“
She would wear such a gown as this to bed and I would not be surprised !” laughed
Celedir, before stopping in doubt that such talk clearly was not on the ‘ok’ list for conversational subjects.
“
Now children, please, you are worse than the twins. Cease with your teasing.”
Nariel managed her most serious expression, for a whole minute. She was after all, far older than either of her companions, when she remembered it.
“
I wonder if Uruviel’s grandfather will let her come,” mused
Ennora wistfully.
“
Another red-head ? What did I ever do to deserve this ?!”
Celedir whistled through his teeth, and almost lost himself to the possibility. “
I meant .. no. It is a compliment !” he warded off the sharp look from both of the ladies, finding himself suddenly and nervously surrounded.
“
Are your parents coming ?”
Ennora returned then, politely.
“
Hmm, well Tirindo was still fussing about the place, the last I checked,”
Celedir frowned as he recognised the belated challenge of trying some of the food whilst holding a lady already in each hand. “
Honestly,” he sighed, in consideration of his challenge. “
I thought it was supposed to be the ladies who kept their gentleman waiting ! But he might just be dressed well enough to show up by the time all the fun is done with.” The Elf shrugged, somewhat dejected in the face of his many trials.
“
The fun will be done with before ever he arrives,” laughed
Ennora in support.
“
Whether that be now or hours from now.” muttered
Nariel herself, before glancing around to find who might have dared speak such a thing about her overly-sensible uncle. But her pair of escorts were already laughing aloud now.
In an effort to divert to less childish behaviour, the elder lady picked up her skirt with her free hand, and took their body of dressed-up daisy-chain, over to present before
Tavari and
Gellam. She performed a perfect curtsy, unhindered by their link-up, which rather sent
Celedir and
Ennora into a bobbing bow and attempt at a curtsy in due course. Without further explanation,
Nariel loosed
Celedir completely and threw both arms in a liberated fashion around the
Lady Mahtamórë, to embrace her wholly, if not interrupted.
“
I doubt I am the first, nor shall I likely be the last, and yet I shall wish you both the most heartfelt of congratulations on your recent .. coming together.”
Nariel explained, nodding a head toward first one ring and then the other. Naturally it had taken but her typical accounting of sparkle in attendance this evening, for the Elleth to recall the news she’d heard. And doubtless was spreading even now by such a spectacle of behaviour. “
May I present Celedir Glaerithil and Ennora Rameryn, my kith and kin ?”
It was a far easier explanation than to clarify her maternal uncle’s adopted so, or her paternal aunt’s grand-daughter. And it would have been far easier again, had
Celedir not made a dash for the food and turned back in a barely timely fashion with a glass in hand, and a mouth full of almonds, to wave back at
Gellam and his new fiancé, while
Ennora dropped the sucked wet end of her hair and, out of desperation, managed a second wobbly curtsy to the celebrated couple.
** (
All credit to the song 'lyrics' to 'Fee Ra Huri' by Omnia)