WHO: Anairë and Fingolfin WHERE: The ballroom at Vinyamar WHAT: Dancing, remembering WHEN: Tonight, after everyone else has gone to bed WARNINGS: TBD STATUS: Closed/Ongoing
In the absence of a proper number of servants, Anairë was doing a great deal of work to prepare for the party. She herself had been hanging garlands of flowers in the ballroom, making sure there were fresh candles in all the wall-sconces, and making sure everything was in perfect condition for the ball.
It was late, and the starlight was shining in through the windows. She had only a few candles lit - her sensitive eyes were used to twilight and needed no more. Stepping down from a ladder, she looked around her, at the sleeping ball room, that in two days time would be alive with music, and dancing and joyous celebration. It brought a smile to her lips as she remembered back to the best ball of her life - her wedding ball.
No night in her life had been so magical, or so perfect. She was so much younger then, but age did not mean the same thing to elves. That girl had such a life in front of her, love, children...but so much sadness too.
Anairë closed her eyes, raising her hands above her head, and began to dance, gracefully, beautifully, recreating that first dance she had danced with Ñolo that night. She remembered his every move, and mirrored it with her own, the music in her head as clear as if they were playing it in front of her, and she would see the musicians if she only opened her eyes. Her heart was filled with memory and a bittersweet joy as she twirled her way around the room, too lost in the music to even notice her husband enter.