As Inwë took in her surroundings, un-surprisingly everything screamed magnificence just like the king. Tall carved pillers holding up the cealing of a very large cavern, much like the rest of the kingdom, but she could tell there was an air of magesty in the room. Before her lay a bridge leading to the middle of the room, and there in the middle was tall steps leading up to the thrown, and sitting upon it was the beautiful yet intimidating figure of the great elven king, Thranduil. Guards were planted here and there among the room, one standing at the base of the steps to the thrown, he looked to be a statue. This one did not move nor did he bow like the others had.
Inwë walked with her hands behind her back across the bride and in front of the thrown before looking up at the king again, his smug smile now turned to an impatient stare. She bowed slightly before waiting for him to continue speaking. "I've heard so much of your skills, I must say it would be an honor to have you play for us this evening, and then join us for dinner as a guest of honor." he spoke with a bit more of kindness in his voice, yet his eyes screamed malicious intent as he could see the nervousness in her own eyes. Surely, Thranduil took favor in greater things than her simple nature, but how could he know she was that way? 'Oh god, I'm going to have use one of my more intricate peices... this is bad enough doing this for the king.. and then to join him and his kin for dinner..' She thought, her hands becoming clammy as she started fidgeting behind her back, biting her lip. Finding it hard to maintain eye contact, she started to look above him at the antlers on his thrown. 'He is sure is the king around here huh... even if he wasn't born to the right of it, one look at him and his stature would make you think he had enough right to it..'
"Well, Inwë Lissësúl, what is your answer? Surely, you wouldn't denied your king the pleasure of your pressance tonight?" He asked, snapping her out of her thoughts, and when she looked back, his smirk was there once more. "I-I... Sir, I do not have my flute with me.." She stated, feeling the weight of his intimidating nature fall upon her, it was almost as if she was sufficating.
Leaning back into his thrown, thranduil held a thoughtful look on his face. "No worries, I will have one of my guard escort you back to your room, and there you may retrieve your flute and get ready for the evening. A guard shall escort your to the dinner room after then.." He said and with a wave of his hand, a guard was at her side.
"M'lady, you may follow me now." He said with a bow and began walking out without a word or even checking if she would follow. With another confused look at the king, seeing him eye her as she turned, she headed out the door once more, following the path her room.
The walk back was quiet and un-eventful as it was on the way there. They were about five turns before reaching her door when the guard suddening spoke up. "You know, M'lady the king seems quite intrigued by you.." he says matter of factly. Hesitant to reply, she tilted her head down, biting her lip in thought with eyebrows furrowed slightly. "In more ways than just your musical talents.." He said once more. She glared at the back of the guard, wondering what his point was behind saying these things. She continued her thoughtful silence before reaching her door and the guard spoke up once more. "There is something in his eyes. A sort of happinees I've never seen him express. Whatever it is, don't let it frighten you. If anything, I suspect he might fancy you, but don't take my word it" He said with a wink. She looked at him as if he had just told her a dirty secret that she didn't exactly wish to know.
"Ok thank you sir, I appreciate your ummm.. information, and your services." she stated with a slight bow and he returned with a kind smile you could see under his armoed helmet. She closed the door, resting her head against it with a sigh. That was possible the most stressful thing she had to endure with the king and she couldn't see it getting anything but worse. With a huff she lifted her head from her door, walking over to were her flute was, and lit a few scented candles and insence that were next to it. These were a few of the things she delighted in, and as she to large inhales of the fregrance, she went into her bathroom, letting the smells calm her scenses.
After shedding her clothing, she settled into the pool of warm water, more like a spring. Home made scented oils were mixed into the bath, leaving her not just clean but smelling very natural and heavenly, another little thing in life she liked to revel in.
Deciding it was time to get out after cleaning her body, she walked back to her room, drying herself off and contemplating what to wear that evening. None of her clothes were rags but none of them were exactly "royal pressance" quality. She walked up to her closet, and dug around as much as she could before finding the best thing and it was a dressed she received on her 1000th birthday, which after so long still fit her.
It was a long white dress that hugged her upper torso, while flowing down loosely and it only had straps to serve as sleeves. At the bottom of the dress was a small red flower print all clustered together that became more few and seperate as the pattern moved upwards. She loved it for it's spring feel and it was very possitive and simple. After slipping that on, she walked up to her flute and musical peices and picked out the one that seemed best fitting to Thranduil. After getting herself together, she took her flute and paper, slipped on some simple white shoes, and with a huff headed out her door, once again greeted with a bowing guard who lead her off to the dinner room.