Legolas's Rose

Prince Legolas shifted in his seat, with a sigh, as he sat in the banquet hall. He was bored to distraction. Currently he had been staring at the wall across from him. So far, it was the most interesting thing in the room.
There were many people at the banquet, mostly elves, though. The feast was being held in honor of King Elrond of Rivendell, who was present. The food was good, as usual, and the company was dull, as usual.
Legolas had thought of talking to Gimli, but he and Mirawn were too busy making googly-eyes at each other to be conversational.
Legolas’ eyes scanned the room for something else of interest. All of a sudden his gaze swept over a figure standing near the other end of table. It was Lwyn. She had a pitcher of water in her grasp, ready to serve whoever needed it. Legolas was about to avert his gaze, but stopped. He began to watch Lwyn.
As he stared he started to notice those little things of beauty that were mentioned earlier: the gleam of her hair, the sound of her voice, the warmth of her smile. He watched as she conversed with another servant who, from the looks of it, had told her a joke. She smiled and gave a little laugh. A thrill ran through Legolas, which he never had experienced, until now. The the prince shook his head, scolding himself for staring so long.
After that Legolas was determined to distract himself from Lwyn. He began to eat as if he hadn’t touched a morsel of food in days. Things were going pretty well, until he noticed that his water glass was empty. His heart sank when he realised that Lwyn was the only servant with a pitcher of water present in the banquet hall. With a reluctance, Legolas signaled Lwyn to his side.
As Lwyn approached, Legolas felt his stomach tighten, and his muscles tense. He gripped the table cloth and felt himself begin to sweat.
“Are you alright, elf?” Gimli inquired with a concerned tone.
“Yes, I’m fine, why do you ask?”
“Well, you look like you’re about to scream.”
Lwyn approached Legolas, pitcher in hand.
“Yes, your highness?”
Legolas looked at her and his mind went blank. He forgot what he had summoned her for. He opened his mouth in order to dismiss her, but no sound came out.
“What is wrong with me?” He thought, “she’s just a servant, she’s just a servant, she’s just a servant,” he repeated in his head over and over.
Finally he got a hold of himself and said, “Forgive me, but made a mistake, I don’t need you after all.”
“Very well,” she replied. Legolas was so wrapped up in his own thoughts that he didn’t notice the disappointment on her face when she turned away.
He reached for his water glass and saw that it was empty. The reason for summoning Lwyn bolted back to his mind like lightning.
“Lwyn!” he cried. The elven maiden whirled around, startled. “I forgot, I do need you.”
Lwyn walked back to Legolas’ side,
“Yes?” she asked, with a slight tone of annoyance, for she began to think that the prince was playing a trick on her.
“I would like to have my glass refilled, please.”
“Yes, your highness.”
“Lwyn?”
“Yes?”
“Call me Legolas.”
“I’m sorry, but I cannot do that.”