Party Preparation Post
The sun shining, despite the dark clouds to the east, Elena sat out on the terrace sipping her tea. She had a lovely view of Minas Tirith from this house – some levels below her, and above her the white towers rising up high above her.
Her tea getting cold, she rang for the maid to bring her a fresh pot. The maid duly came – bringing with her a white envelope, addressed to the Lady Elena. Intrigued, Elena’s eyes scanned the writing, before turning it over and opening it. Reading the contents, her eyes lit up with excitement.
A masquerade ball! This was new to her, and it should be fun. Leaving her tea behind her, she left the terrace and hurried up to her rooms, anxious to decide what to wear well in advance.
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Two days later, an hour before the ball was due to start, Elena was fastening herself into her exquisite gown. A beautiful shade of blue, almost turquoise, she had had it embroidered with silver to make it even more elaborate. Make up already done, she left her dark curls loose, save to let the maid fasten back part of it, holding it in place with a pin, encrusted with shimmering blue stones.
Elena’s shoulders and neck felt bare in this dress, which was off the shoulders, and after fastening a necklace round her neck, she put a silver shawl over her shoulders, picked up her mask, and set off for the ball.
[ August 25, 2003: Message edited by: Child of the 7th Age ]
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