Anairë | The Silmarillion (anaire) wrote in spinningcompass, @ 2013-06-05 01:37:00 |
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WHO: Anairë and Fingolfin
WHAT: Preparing for the party, etc.
WHEN: Tonight
WHERE: Their chambers at Vinyamar
WARNINGS: TBD
STATUS: Closed/Ongoing
The party was in three days! Three days, and Vinyamar would be full of excited, happy voices, music, lovely dresses, and the joy of dancing. They had not had a ball here; in fact, she had not been to a ball anywhere in far too long. There had been little joy for the Ñoldor in the past five centuries, not since Fëanor and Ñolo had led their kin far from home, never to return in this life.
But that was behind them now. And here, they would find joy and happiness. The party would just be the beginning!
It was late, but Anairë was in her large dressing room, going through the dozens upon dozens of gowns that she owned, trying to find the perfect one. All of them were lovely enough, of course. She would not own something that wasn't. But she was looking for one that said exactly what she wanted it to say. She wanted a gown that showed her as a Queen, as a Lady High and Noble, the Queen of the Ñoldor. And it was certainly true that much of that had to come from inside. That part, however, had never been a problem. Even though she had been born working-class, she had always known that she was destined for something better, and her role as Queen had fit her quite snugly indeed.
Having decided - for the time being, anyway - between two dresses, she shifted to look through Ñolo's things. She had made him a purple tunic, but now that she looked at it, she was not so sure that it was perfect. And it needed to be perfect.
"My lord!" She cried, agitation in her voice. "Come to me at once, I need your assistance in this matter."