38. Morning Came Early
Morning Came Early
Sadi was knocking on her bedroom door. "Penneth, time to get up, we need to be in the workshops early today to accept and inventory the new shipment of supplies."
Amarie groaned and pulled the covers up over her head. Sadi knocked once more then entered. "Penneth, I know we were up late last night but we really need to get moving. Come on, I will run you a bath," she moved to the bed and removed the bed cloths from the bed in a sudden movement leaving her laying sprawled in the bed. Sadi stopped startled when she saw that Amarie was nude. "Penneth, when did you start sleeping in the raw?"
Amarie looked at her sleepily and then glanced down at her body. With a confused expression on her face she replied, "I always sleep in a night-dress, I do not know why I am not wearing one now. I do not remembering coming to bed last night."
Sadi grinned at her grandniece, "You must really have had a nice time last night."
Amarie grinned back, "It was wonderful. It has been a long time since I had so much fun. The gwanur really are irrepressible but they can dance and Lord Elrond…is….so…handsome. " Her face took on a dreamy quality.
"So you have decided that he may not be so unapproachable after all?" Sadi chuckled.
Amarie sighed. "I suppose so, but I am not sure whether he decided since we are here now he might as well be tolerant of me or if he was just being nice to a silly little elleth. I suspect it will be best for all concerned if we continue to deal with Lord Erestor for the foreseeable future on all matters requiring his approval."
Sadi frowned at this pronouncement. "I thought you were getting along quite well."
Amarie looked at her sheepishly. "I do like him. He can really be attentive and funny and I would really like to be more then just another elleth besought with him. But realistically he has had the pick of the most beautiful, intelligent and high-ranking elleths to choose from after his wife departed….."
"And chose none."
"And there is the matter of his ionnath and sell. They cannot be happy at the thought of someone trying to attract his interest or replacing their naneth."
"Elladan and Elrohir didn't seem to have any problems last night with Lord Elrond's interest in you. In fact it looked like they were trying to make their father just a little jealous with their attention."
"That was just one party. I suspect if they thought he was really serious, they could make life really impossible for us and for the workshops. And I am even more concerned about the Lady Arwin being upset at the thought of someone thinking they could replace her mother as the Lady of Imladris."
"But I am most worried about the possibility that the Lady Galadriel will take offence at someone thinking they were the equal of her sell. Her power could easily destroy us. I cannot afford to risk the well being of the workshops because of my behavior or my desires. There are too many elves depending on me. No, Sadi, I will remain pleasant towards him, but I will do nothing to attract his attention further towards me on a personal level."
"Enough Sadi. I will discuss this no further."
Knocking on Elrond's door early the next morning after the party Erestor entered at Elrond's acknowledgement. He was accompanied by a house elf carrying a breakfast tray for the both of them.
"I will be out in a moment Erestor, I am just finishing my braids." Elrond called out.
"You are most cheerful My Lord." Erestor said as he completed arranging the breakfast out on a table near the balcony door.
Elrond entered from the bedroom with a wide grin on his face. "It was a wonderful evening, I enjoyed it far more then I expected to. Lady Amarie is most enchanting and her gift of the echuir tapestry was totally unexpected. I was stunned."
"You have changed your mind about her, then?"
"I never disliked her, she seemed uncomfortable around me."
"Have you decided where you will hang the tapestry?" Erestor poured out the tea as Elrond joined him at the table.
He cast a slow look around the room, "I am thinking that I will remove one of the bookcases on the other side of the balcony door and hang it there. That maintains a nice balance around the room."
Erestor nodded and passed Elrond's cup to him. "You look quite rested for a change, meldir, did you sleep well?"
The elf lord looked at Erestor with a wolfish grin, "I had very pleasant dreams last night, very pleasant indeed."
Erestor chuckled and pointed at the food, "Best eat before it gets cold and when we are finished we can go over the schedule for today and tomorrow."
Elrond nodded suddenly serious. "Yes we have some interesting visitors due over the next weeks and I want to clear some time to spend when Arwen arrives later this month. I would like for her to meet Amarie. I am curious what she will think of her."
Erestor looked at his friend. "Any particular reason?"
A strange look passed over Elrond's face, "Umm, well ionnath nin have met her and liked her. She should have an elleth to be friends with. Arwen always complains that there are few enough of them here and she doesn't have anyone to talk about those things that ellyth discuss. Arwen also likes to do needlework and Amarie said something about starting a needlework school so she must know about that. That is another thing they have in common."
Erestor looked at his friend with a smug look on his face.
Elrond glared at him. "What is that look for?"
"Nothing meldir, nothing."
Penneth – young one
echuir = "stirring-time;" spring between February and April.
Meldir - friend
Ionnath nin – my sons
Naneth - mother
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