Thoughts of the Prince

b Amiriel's POV /b

There he is, standing beside his father. Tall and golden-haired, their beings give off a sense of power, duty and authority, and also love for their people. And we love them in return. We love our King and Prince. They have led us, protected us, and cared for us for centuries. They always place our welfare before theirs, thus ensuring we are happy inhabitants of their Realm.

Our Prince. The Heir to the throne of Mirkwood. A member of the Fellowship and a warrior, he is a formidable archer. No one in their right mind would challenge him on the archery field. He is skilled with the knives as well, not to mention entertaining the ladies.

His features are noble and strikingly similar to the King's, and his vivid blue gaze enchanting to any fair maiden. He is strong, but slender in build, and well over six feet tall. His gold crown of twisting vines glints upon his golden head, and his forest green robes flatter him, accentuating his broad shoulders and flawless form.

As loved and famed as he is amoung his subjects, it holds no sway over him. Those who know him personally describe him as kind, compassionate and patient, and someone you could always turn to for an honest opinion. He is reliable and modest, but also stubborn. Once he has made up his mind about something, there are few who can alter his thoughts. Despite that particular characteristic, the i ellyth /i of Mirkwood flock around him at every dance. He is gentle and gallant to all of them and dances with many of them.

Though nearly every young maiden is taken by him, is has been long since he has been taken by any of them. He is a good judge of character; I know that he will choose the right i elleth /i when the time comes. All the others will, of course, be heartbroken when their beloved Prince takes his mate, but they will find comfort in the fact that he will be happy.

And what of me? I am still not sure how I would react. Long have I loved him from afar. I have not dared to approach him, mainly out of fear that he would not return my feelings or I would make a fool of myself, but also for the simple fact that I am not a pursuer. And I have yet to be pursued. It is not because I am not pretty – every i elleth /i is – but I do not have breath-taking beauty, nor do I spend much time in front of my mirror. I prefer to be alone and watch the Prince from the side of the room. I do not let it be too obvious however; I speak to my friends and family as well.

This is how I am spending this evening at this celebration. My friends are with the other i ellyth /i , eagerly awaiting their chance to dance with the Prince, and I stand alone, casually gazing up at the Royal Family. My Elven ears cannot pick up what they are saying but it appears they are exchanging a joke, for they and their bodyguards look amused. Singing a tune to myself, I watch my friends give up on waiting for the Prince and instead dance with other handsome Elves. A few minutes pass by and I turn my gaze back up to the King and his son.

The Prince is looking at me! His bodyguard says something to him and he smiles at me. I smile back, hoping I am not blushing for the room suddenly seems very warm. I do not wish to break my gaze, but it seems fate would have it otherwise. Upon hearing my name being called I look to my right and nod my head in acknowledgment to some friends of the family. We exchange words and they proceed onto the dance floor. I turn my gaze back to the Prince.

Oh Valar! He is coming this way!!