Rumil and Arinae sat on the shore sinking their toes into the sand. The afternoon was cool so they weren’t swimming today. He brushed a flinging strand of her dark hair away from her face. She smiled. He thought she had chosen a beautiful dress. He touched her sleeveless arm looking at the straying white dress and the jewel that rested on her neck. She looked at him surprisingly when he took her hand.
“Can I kiss you?” he asked.
“I don’t think it’s right.”
“I don’t know what you mean,” he said drawing closer to her.
She closed her eyes as he brushed his lips across hers gently. He placed a hand around her neck and continued kissing her. Soon it got too much. She moved away and stood up.
“I think we should leave now.”
He stood up, took her hand and kissed it gently, and said, “Your wish is my command.”
She smiled as they mounted the horses.
Her sister was finally here along with the others, and she was glad. She instantly went to the houses of Healing where Elanor and Frodo were resting comfortably. She wondered how long it would be until they awoke. In the meantime Haldir told her that a feast was being prepared and for her to dress appropriately. She did not know what was appropriate attire, but she did the best she could.
When she entered the tent for the feast, attention was instantly drawn to her. She flushed as Rumil gave her his arm and seated her beside him. She noticed Rianatu looking at her many times. She had braided her hair putting it up into a braid bun. She had washed her face and chosen a beautiful flowing silver dress that shined like the stars and fell just below her shoulders. She had fitted a few white flowers she had found into the braided bun.
She was glad when the feast was over. Rumil had calmly kissed her on the cheek in front of the other elves before he left. She walked out onto the balcony looking at the stars feeling confused about him.
She turned seeing Rianatu about to join her.
“Beautiful aren’t they?”
“Yes,” she said looking at the stars.
“You look,” he couldn’t find the right words to describe how beautiful she looked tonight, “beautiful,” he finally finished.
“Thank you as opposed to my sister?”
“I cannot compare you two.”
“You can’t? She and I are very different. She is very fond of you.”
“I know, and Rumil is the same way with you.”
“What makes you say that?”
“From the way he looks at you, and you are very beautiful and charming.”
“You wont break my sister’s heart will you?”
“I will try my best not to.”
“Do you love her?”
He shrugged. “I cannot lie to you Arinae. I do not.”
“Who do you love?”
“I-I cannot answer that in front of you.”
“Why not?” she asked touching his hand.
“Arinae, don’t. Tis not the time.”
She backed away confused at his answer.
“I’m sorry,” he said.
“Sorry about what? That you feel something for me?”
“That’s not what I meant.”
He stared off into the trees. Finally he turned to face her, gently kissed her hand, and said, “Goodnight Arinae.”
Arien slowly brushed her sisters dark hair out from the braid it was in as they sat by each other on the bed. She knew something was wrong with Arinae. She hadn’t spoken and seemed to be pondering deeply.
“What is it sister? You can tell me.”
“This is something I cannot.”
“I already know then. You are in love little one,” she smiled.
Arinae looked up at her sister.
“You can’t hide it from me. Who is it Arinae, Rumil?”
“I do not know what to think about him.”
“Sometimes it is that way. Are you in love with Haldir?”
“Who else could it be?”
“You know Arien. Who else is left?”
Arien looked down. Arinae nearly saw anger and jealousy in her eyes.
“Does he love you?”
“I think so.”
“Do not trust to hope. Goodnight Arinae.”
She hoped her sister would forgive her.