Thread: LoTR Second Age: The Downfall of Men (darkangel76/BennyQ)

Mriel looked out over the water through the open window, the salty sea air wafting in as she felt the sun kiss her skin with its golden rays. Slowly, she closed her eyes and the sounds of the waves crashing against the white shores filled her ears as she continued to hum the lay she knew so well, still desperately trying to calm her nerves. Unfortunately, it wasn't enough. Her hands trembled against the stony windowpane, worried that her betrothed wouldn't approve of someone such as she. Of course, she was from a well off and influential family, one who was loved and respected and well known in Hyarrostar. But that didn't mean she'd be considered acceptable by Falahr. It didn't mean anything. Swallowing hard, Mriel's blue eyesas blue as the sea surrounding the islandfluttered open and she let out a long exhale. She licked at her lips, her mouth having gone dry, and fled along the corridor suddenly needing to go outside. Needing to feel the fresh air upon her face, her skin, the wind in her hair. The air was fragrant, laced with salt and the scent of the Larunique. She smiled a little as her hands moved to touch the soft yellow petals that adorned her pale blue gown. Would Falahr approve? She could only wonderand hopeand in her reverie, she continued to hum, the string of sound suddenly taking on words of the lay. Meanwhile, inside the mansion, Fall bit down on her lower lip, her thoughts wild as she began to wonder where her elder sister might have run off to. Their parents had told Miri that she should only take a few minutes to herself before coming down into the hall, but that was ages ago now. They'd been properly fetched, had greeted their guests and were now seated in the dining hall. She cast a glance over at her mother who clearly looked distressed, but was still the picture of calm. And then there was her father. The large man seemed a bit distracted catching up with his friend, something she was grateful for and, no doubt, her mother was as well. Still, this was unlike her sister. Miri had been nothing short of excited for this union, to meet Falahr and his family. She'd done nothing but talk about the man for weeks, going on about his past dealings with the Elves and his involvement in the War Between Elves and Orcs. She had to admit, the man had a colorful past, an honorable past. And she envied his associations with the fair creatures she admired so greatly. Her thoughts drifted for a moment in knowing that all too soon she'd get the chance to go to Lothloren and study and mingle with the best. Oh the things she would learn! Mriel had taken off her shoes as she walked along the white shores of the beach, her voice no longer hushed as she sung the melody she knew so well. The breeze swirled about her slight frame, caressing her skin, her hair. How she loved the sea. She took a deep breath, her delicate fingers clutching at her shoes. Suddenly, she looked up into the sky and rounded a slight bend in the beach. Her sapphire eyes caught sight of the carriage and she gasped, her body going stark still as she stared at the coach that had brought her betrothed and his family to her home. Oh no... Miri shrieked. She bit down on her lip, her blue eyes welling with tears at her behavior. She'd been nervous, distracted, had gotten wrapped up in trying to calm herself down. Time had gotten away from her and now... how long had it been? She didn't even want to think on it. Fear coursing through her heart, Miri ran as fast as she could to the front door of her family's home. Immediately, she was greeted by servants who gestured where she should go since everyone would naturally be waiting for her. On bare feet, Miri padded lightly along the stone floor. Never had she been so glad to be wearing such a long gown. She hoped no one noticed her feet, although the shoes she carried would probably give her away. Th-thank you, Miri stated to one of the servants as she entered the dining hall, her eyes finding the empty seat meant for her. She scanned the room, giving an apologetic look to her parents and Fall. I apologize for my late arrival, she then said, curtsying low as she turned to address Falahr and his family. D-do forgive me? she asked humbly as her cheeks flushed a deep shade of pink. Her hands were shaking as she clutched her shoes, trying hard to hide them from sight, her hair slightly wind swept and the hem of her dress tarnished with sand.