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(Archive) Rorgan and the Wolf's Fleece Part XIII - Enter the Amarthion

Amarthion stops by for the Warg TP
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October 20, 1999

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Galdorim shakes his head as his dark ebony curls waves behind him. "Yes, Smoking them out is one option, but we do not know if How deep the caves go, and if they connect to more caves that the Goblins oppupy." He looks towards the Prince of the Riddermark. "We almost had them, but out lights were extingished by the arches of the goblins."

[Amarthion(#23270)] "Remarkable marksmanship for orcs," Amarthion comments dryly, "Though not unheard of...." his voice trails off, and he cuts himself short with a nod to Theodred. "When then do we dive into these uncharted depths next?"

Lodogran exits the tent his hand on the lemmer on his sword and his shield tightly strapped to his left arm. This will be his first patrol after the fight with the wargs in wich he got hurt. The lieutenant luckily gave him dayduty to start off a bit easier since his wounds aren't completely healed, the stitches only being removed a day ago. Lodogran starts to make his round, taking up postion next to the entrance of the healers tent, noticing all those high ranked people close to the lieutenant's tent he walks a bit closer, to listen to the conversation ... hey it's not nice but who wouldn't be interested.

[Theodred(#9177)] "Soon" replies Theodred "Very soon. But not blindly." He shoots a brief glance to Galdorim, acknowledging the saying he also has in this "They will wait for us this time. And judging from what the scouts report, there are more Orcs nearby now. Hardly one of our patrols returns to camp unharried. So far we have had the upper hand..."

[Kerowyn(#10288)] As the young Gondorian private moves away from the Healer's tent, another figure emerges. This one decidely female, and as equally decidedly Rohirric by build and height and hair, it pauses to stifle yawn, rub sleep from eyes, finally focus out on the encampment with the half bleary gaze of the little slept.

Galdorim nods and stands proudly. "The men of Rohan and Gondor fight well together. We should assualt the warg lair again withing the week, and then we can be rid of this threat for a while." He looks to Amarthion. "yes, I have not seen goblin shoot that well either, they must be an elite group of arches we met the other day."

[Amarthion(#23270)] "I know little of fighting in worm-holes and dank, cramped places where my steed can not run free to trample my enemies," Amarthion admits. "But I do know something of war, and I know that we must strike while the upper hand is still ours. Surely the archery of the orcs can not be so lucky twice as to strike our lanterns again only the Eldar are so skilled as that. We come therefore to a predicament: if we can not win, we must not fight there will be other fights in the future which will be of greater import..." he pauses and looks at Galdorim with a bit of surprise. "Elite? These are orcs, good sir."

Sharp words can be heard from the healer's tent, the sound carrying quite some distance on the flat land of the plains. A woman's voice can be heard, but the words not distingushed. However, the man's voice in response to her own is quite audible as he argues that he will get out of bed, despite her attempts to keep him there. The tent flap flies up as Lady Aearwen, healess and envoy of the Prince of Dol Amroth strides out of the tent. Her footsteps dig into the ground of the camp as she moves away from the healers tent.

Galdorim chuckles and nods his head. "Orcs they may be, but there are alot the Uruk-hai. They are here as well. They prove to be a more formatable foe than the lowly Goblin." His gaze looks towards the commotion in the Haler's tent. He smiles softly as he sees the lovely Lady Aearwen emerge from the tent. He motions to Lodogran. "Private, ask Lady Aearwen if she would join us here. I am sure she would have need to talk to the Emissary of the Prince."

Lodogran immediatly salutes briskly, a little too heavy perhaps wich causes him to hurt his chest. "Yes sir!" he salutes as he leaves off to find lady Aearwen while he rubs over his chest a few times trying to soften the wee bit of pain the he caused to himself.

Kerowyn is quite nearly run over by the other woman's exit and subsequent stalking, though it receives little more than a slight raising of her brow, for her attentin is far more firmly focused upon the group beyond the campfires, and after some moment's hesitation, it is there that she goes, quietly, with that slow, measured gait that is her own.

[Theodred(#9177)] "The sons of Eorl will not return to the Mark without at least trying again to accomplish what they set out to do." declares Theodred, with slow, careful words, turning slightly to face Amarthion "The Mark needs to be rid of these murderous wolves... You are very right, Sir Amarthion: time now presses us more than never. But I will not lead the Riders into a trap. I will gather what reports I can and judge them... swiftly. " then the movement in the Healer's tent and Galdorim's words catch his attention and he spots Kerowyn there "Kinswoman!" he calls out "Good morn!"

[Amarthion(#23270)] "Uruk-hai..?" Amarthion repeats the strange words. "What are these?" He looks over to Theodred, and asks with a confused frown, "Have you another name for your goblins, or is there another breed under these mountains?" He allows the subject to drop though, and nods to the son of Theoden, "You speak wisely. It is the same course of action I would have recommended myself speed must not overcome prudence, nor excessive prudence allow us to be slowed. " He now follows Galdorim's gaze to Aearwen, upon whom he fixes his gaze for another confused moment. "What is the meaning of this? Surely the Lady Aearwen has more important deeds to be done for His Highness than running amok in these wild and unfriendly lands."

Fiordor clears his throat quietly, "Fire." He utters cryptically. His attention is diverted though, and a slight smile warms his features at the commotion.

Lodogran finally finds lady Aearwen, swiftly he walks up to her trying to stop her. When finally having done so he tells her that lieutenant Galdorim requested her company and that he was sent after her.

[Kerowyn(#10288)] The Prince's greeting is answered from the midway point, stride broken there to avoid a bit of leftover firewood, "Good morn, Kinsman!" calls out Kerowyn in answer, drawing close enough now to step beside the group, smile lighting her face as she inclines her head in a more general greeting. Fiordor, whom she seems to have drawn closest too, receives a quizzical "Fire?" Hardly what one might consider greeting, were any other voice to utter it any other way.

Galdorim looks to Amarthion. "They are large more fierce Goblins and they do not seem to be bothered by the sun's light." He looks over at Aearwen and smiles at her with great admiration. "The Lady Aearwen is assisting us with the healing of the men of Gondor and Rohan. She was finished with her immediate duties as Envoy and promised the Guildmaster of Tialors, Rorgan that she would assist us in his quest for the warg's lair. The prince gave her left to travel with us."

Theodred allows himself a wan smile at Amarthion's words "I believe I will seek to converse with you again ere we ride to battle again". Then at the knight's greeting to Aearwen he takes a step back "I see you have greetings to attend now... As others her may do too" He adds, his gaze jumping from Fiordor to Kerowyn "So I will let you all to them. Be hale" With that he turns and departs towards the corrals.

Fiordor nods, "Aye, fire is the solution for ends that we seek, my dear. Woe betide the fool who comes upon the Plains of the Rohirrim ill prepared, why should we fall prey to worms to their 'advantage'." He forces a slight smile as though that should be explanation enough for the Lady.

Pausing as she notices the group of men gathered under the pavilion of the Commander's tent, Aearwen reaches up to pat her straggled curls into some semblence of order, well aware of the toll the long night has taken on her appearance. Glancing down she brushes at the wrinkles and stains on her dress. Startled at Lodogran approaches her and speaks, she nods in response to his words and walks towards the group. A flush of color stains her pale cheeks as she nods her head to each of the men standing there, "Good morning . How fare you today?" Her cool blue eyes catch Galdorim's for a moment before they glance over at the group. Smiling in response to Galdorim's words a soft chuckle escapes her lips, "Pardon my appearance, I have been up all night long with a man whose wounds are now septic from the warg's teeth and claws. He is most delirious with fever."

[Amarthion(#23270)] "This is news to me, but if the Prince has so spoken, then I will not stand in the way," Amarthion says simply. "But let it be known that the responsibility of her well-being falls fully upon the man who leads the men of Gondor, be it yourself, or this Guildmaster Rorgan of whom you speak." He looks about the rather random group of people, and remarks, "I must admit I think it strange for ladies of the court, healers or no, and guildmasters are out in the wilds of the north, hunting wargs and ubergoblins, but I did not come to interfere only to lend a hand where it is needed."

Fiordor's brow raises, "Which man, lass?"

Lodogran aftar having done what the lieutenant ordered him retakes his position close to the now rather slimm group of people.

Galdorim nods and his eyes not leaving Aearwen as he talk. "I have personally made sure Lady Aearwen is well guarded. If I am not looking after her protection, it is one of my guards, and Sir Melethron has even aided in her protection. Have no fear, this lady will not be harmed."

[Kerowyn(#10288)] At Aearwen's words, Kerowyn frowns slightly, muttering softly under her breath, "I had wondered the matter. T'would seem many do not heal as swiftly as they might." But it is Amarthion's words which draw her attention, and her frown full force. "Would you leave the men of the Mark and of your Gondor untended, then? Or spare those otherwise able to fight as nurse tenders?" Her voice has not raised, nor even it is harsh, and yet there is a coldness to the eyes that look on the man to whom she speaks.

Fiordor smiles at Amarthion, "Motives for presence are of least concern. This is an honorable cause, and many who would not be in such a postion to 'inherit' such honor a free in this land to uphold it. Be they man or woman."

Fiordor's hand softly touches Kerowyn's forearm as the... tension is increased ever so slightly.

Turning her gaze to the stranger Aearwen holds out one dainty hand, "I am Lady Aearwen and you would be? I do not believe we have had the pleasure of meeting. Your words leave the impression that you have been sent here. May I inquire as to by whom?" The coldness in her voice apparent as she continues, "If you would doubt the bravery of our Gondorian men and Rohirrim allies, you would be remiss in thinking they do not provide excellent protection for all in this camp."

[Amarthion(#23270)] With a courtly bow, Amarthion introduces himself. "I am Amarthion son of Athorun, and I have been sent by the Prince Imrahil on a mission about which I may not speak. Suffice it to say that I am merely passing through these lands, and will be gone nearly as quickly as I have come." He turns with a smile to the Rohirrim, and raises an apologetic hand. "I do not question the motives of those who are here, friends. Surely none would undertake such a risk for any questionable reason. I merely wonder at the collection of people which have congregated you must admit it is strange that a tailor leads the forces of Gondor, when there are many accomplished captains in the city of the guard. Nay, I question the lot of you not at all, neither your motives nor yor valour."

Galdorim straightens up in with indignanty. His deep voice rumbles. "Rorgan does NOT lead the men of Gonder. I am the Camp Commander of the GOndorian men, not the tailor." It would seem that Armarthion has hit a sore nerve in the tall Lieutenant.

[Kerowyn(#10288)] The touch upon her arm dissolves the frown, and if that smoothing comes at Amarthion's utterances, it is perhaps merely good timing, for ever so subtely in Kerowyn's regard shifted, the Gondorian's words acknowledged, and his presence dismissed with a little nod of her head.

Fiordor nods in acknowledgement, "Aye strange indeed what a man will do for the hand of a woman." And while Galdorim struggles to maintain face, he neither disputes nor affirms the GOndorian chain of command.

Lodogran grins deeply hearing the lieutenant like that. He needs to controll himself from laughing out loud ... "the lieutenant a tailor" he snotters.

[Amarthion(#23270)] "My apologies, Sir," Amarthion bows his head admitting his mistake. "Then perhaps I should know the name of the Camp Commander, that we might speak of the plans which you have laid out with the Prince of the Rohirrim. And also, are there any others from Belfalas with this group?"

Nodding her head gracefully, Aearwen smiles softly, "Tis a pleasure to meet you Amarthion. What news have you of Dol Amroth?" The longing evident in her voice as she says, "Ahh, to smell the sea air and hear the waves crashing on the beach." The angry voice of Galdorim, breaks her from her reverie. Turning her gaze back to the tall Lieutenant a grin fights its way across her lips as he defends his leadership of the camp.

Kerowyn's frown seems utterly removed, and indeed at her companion's words a soft smile fights for control of her features, as if they held within them some private joke.

Fiordor curtly comments, "I'm quite sure the 'Tailor' and his kin would find the Lieutenant's stichery just as an insulting insuation as the lieutenant did, lad." His gaze directed to Lodogran.

Galdorim nods and smiles slightly. "Yes, Lord Indilzar and Sir Melethron are here as well as some of thier squire and Men-At-Arms." He glances over at the Lord Bragolach's tent. "Maybe you might be able to convince Lord Indilzar the appologize to the men and women of GOndor. His words have almost split the camp and broken our unity. The prince has asked me to try to get him to appologize to the people of the Camp." He turns to the emmesary. "I am Lieutentant Galdorim, of the Minas Tirith Guard."

Galdorim nods and gives a slight sighs of relief. "Yes, that would be greatly appreciated, Sir Amarthion. I did not relish advising the Lord Bargolach that the Prince of Rohan insisted he appologize and the men of the Mark do not want to see him till he does." His gaze turns towards Lodogran. "Rorgan is the tailor, Private. he has a good number of Silver guard here."

Looking at Amarthion, Aearwen speaks again, "The news of Indilzar's insults to the Rohirrim seem to be spreading to the entire population. We had hoped to contain the damage done until after the warg's lair had been eliminated. Colinor, Dolwyr and others met with some of the Gondorians and agreed all would be put aside until a later time. That later time meaning Indilzar's apology to the Rohirrim. However, tensions are high and my concern is the unity these two forces will have as they face the evils of the wargs and orcs. " Her face drops as weariness once again blankets it, "This trip to The Mark has been such a rewarding and ambitious one, I do pray all can be forgiven and our allies once again remember what loyalty we offer."

Lodogran salutes briskly to the lieutenant and wanders of to resume his patrol around the camp perimeter

Amarthion hears Aearwen's story quietly, and then nods to Galdorim, "Rest assured, the wound will be healed in a timely fashion. Thank you for your time, Lieutenant. I must now speak with Lady Aearwen of our respective duties to the Prince, and it must be done in private." He looks now to Aearwen, and asks her, "Is there a place where we may speak in private?"

Kerowyn raises a brow at Aearwen as she speaks, and hmms softly. "MY lady, I fear you perhaps misunderstand the gravity of the insult. Such a thing, when it is defended by the Lord's house, and indeed added to, insulting the very house and name of our King, is most difficult for our men to ignore. Mine cousin's demand is surely not nearly so difficult to be met by this Lord?"

Galdorim nods towards Amarthion and smiles to Lady Aearwen. "You two may use my tent. It will give you the privacy you need." He then turns to Lady kerowyn. "Lady Kerowyn, the serverity is know all too well. This man speaks for the prince and will force Lord Indilzar to appology to your people."

Holding her hand out to Amarthion, Aearwen turns to Kerowyn, "Forgive me Kerowyn, let me clarify my words here. I do not expect the Rohirrim men to ignore the insult, by any stretch of the imagination. The remarks were uncalled for, senseless and strike a deep chord of pain to all involved. It is my greatest wish that the matter is resolved as quickly as possible, so no more pain is felt by our Rohirrim allies." Shaking her head, "My fear is that our two forces will not support one another totally in this battle against the wargs and orc and that more lives will be lost because of the strain of our relations." Holding up hands stained by herbs she says, "Do you think I wish to have more Rohirrim or Gondorian blood on my hands? Nay, I wish us to work together against evil.

Fiordor snorts contemptuously, "I have held my peace for long enough, Lietenant. The men and women of the Mark want nothing to do with a compulsary apology. We look to you as our cousins to the south, Family and allies. I should no more believe the sincerity of a petulant child who is scolded by his mum."

[Amarthion(#23270)] "Rest assured, good lady of Rohan, that restitution shall be made," Amarthion says reassuringly to Kerowyn. "I have been empowered with the Voice of the Prince for this journey, and though it was not for this purpose that I was to use it, if need be I may command his apology with all the authority of the Prince of Dol Amroth whom he serves. Indeed, to show I am genuinely concerned, I offer my own apology as fellow knight, and the Prince's apology as well to all of Rohan for his Knight's error. Please accept this apology until a personal apology is given by Sir Indilzar, as it is the most I can do at this time. Know that the Prince of Dol Amroth and indeed the entire fief of Belfalas holds their northern allies in the greatest of respect." He nods to Galdorim, "Thank you, Lieutenant. Your gesture is appreciated, and I accept your invitation." And lastly he turns to Aearwen, nodding to the tent. "Shall we?"

Fiordor points to Amarthion his gaze still fixed upon Galdorim, "Now that can be abiddied to. See to it that within the pomp and circumstance of your upper echelons that they understand, my people will know sincerity."

Aearwen glances at Fiordor and says, "Forgive me for not answering your earlier question, I got sidetracked in all of the confusion. The man that is delirious is a Rohirrim solidier, I know not his name, only that he is gravely ill. Almost every one of his wounds turned septic from the filth in the warg's teeth and claws. We have worked all through the night to save his life, using leeches and cauterizing one viscious wound to his chest." Sighing softly, "Time alone will tell" With a gentle smile she says, "Now if you will forgive me, I must speak to Amarthion as my first duty is to the Prince of Dol Amroth."

Kerowyn inclines her head towards Amarthion as Fiordor speaks, "They apology in the PRince's name I accept. Though I must counsel swiftness indeed, for now it has been nigh to a fortnight since your knight made his insult, and no restitution brought. Swiftness is in the minds of the beholder's, and in mine eyes a fortnight is hardly swift." She smiles the slight, false smile of the court, her eyes refocusing into the hard coldness of command. "I have every confidence that the insult is and has and will be set aside for the purposes of our battles with the goblins, mi'Lady." The comment is an almost afterthought, and her gaze does not leave Amarthion.

Galdorim nods towards the angered Fiordor. "I will understand that sercerity is indeed needed. The sincerity if the appology is up to Lord Indilzar. I am sure Sir Aramarthion will insure that the appology is indeed with utmost sencerity." He sighs deeply and he looks to the proud Rohirrim. "My appologies as well as the Emmesaries are indeed heart felt. Please believe that and I will do my best to insist Indilzar's is as well."

Fiordor nods, his eyes still hawklike, "Indeed." He turns his attention to the Lady aside him, Kerowyn, "Insinuations that we would hold grudge above protecting his people's flank..." he shakes head.

[Amarthion(#23270)] With an upraised brow, and looking rather insulted himself, Amarthion replies to Fiordor, his voice stern. "Sir, I do not take kindly to orders from any man save my Prince, the Steward, and the Marshall of the Order of the Swan. I have not given you reason to distrust me I have pledged my aid to Rohan in ridding it of these creatures. Yet here you point your finger at me, and command me in how I shall deal with the 'pomp and circumstance' of my bretheren." He turns once more to Kerowyn, "I have only just now arrived, and learned of this offense. Such expedience as I may invoke shall be yours. These divisions between Gondor and Rohan are surely tools which we ourselves now forge for the Dark One, for him to use against us in the hour of need, when it arrives. There are dark times ahead we must put aside our differences here and now, and fight together."

[Colinor(#29577)] Into the shade of the tent escapes Colinor, sweating lightly from the mere jog over from where he has just finished saddling his horse. It is a hot morning, which, in turn, means that it might very well be a blistering day. He draws close and comes to a stop just as Amarithon speaks, and hsi eyes find the man, guaging him quietly.

Azragath throws back the flap of his tent and steps out into the autumn sunlight, followed by two other Silver Guardsmen with sober expressions. Over his shoulder, the Commander says in his trademark rasp, "I'll not brook another failure. Find their trail." The other men nod, murmering apologies, and stride off toward the corral. When they have gone, Azragath Khozadan takes a moment to look over those in the immediate vicinity, lips pursed in a frown.

Shaking her head, a deep sign rising from the very depth of her being, Aearwen says quietly as she looks from one person to the next, "Tell me true, are we not doing exactly as evil would wish? Standing here divided as we discuss the remarks made by one lone man. His thoughtless comments do not reflect the Gondorian position towards their Rohirrim neighbors." Her voice softens, "My heart is saddened by the state of these affairs."

Kerowyn remains wholly silent, now, her only comment a soft sigh, and a little nod of her head as Fiordor speaks. Only after the others have spoken is her soft voice raised, "I do believe my Lord spoke not to thee, but to the camp's commander, for it is his providence to ensure his camp's wholeness, is it not?" She lifts one shoulder in a half shrug, "Though I am far removed from the ways of Gondor or it smilitary, sir. 'Tis merely an observation." Her gaze flickers towards Aearwen as the Lady speaks, golden brow arching. "Aye, and perhaps t'would be well for his kinsman to point this out to he whom started such division, my Lady."

Fiordor smiles ever so slightly, "It is good to have your attention, Sir Knight. Perhaps I underestimate you, that I will acknowledge afore, but doubtful as my judge of character is rknowned. A family trait. You have been spoken highly of by mine kin, the Tailor, and that carries you far in mine eyes... the reflection of my people. I accept your help on behalf of my soon to be COusin, the Prince, and pledge to honor the Oaths of our forefathers as always. But be you prince or pauper, come not into a man's home, these plains, and act with so that your people, your prince or his envoy are stained before amends can be made. If there is compulsion involved, he is not worthy of his standing. In mine eyes... the reflection of mine people."

Colinor lifts a hand to rest it upon the interior seam of the tent's lining. He chews on the inside of one cheek, thoughtfully following the path of the conversation. As Azragath emerges, his eyes flicker over to him, but are quickly drawn back as Aearwen speaks, and then to Kerowyn. By flashing eyes of green and the intensity therein, it is clear that his whole mind is being given over to the matter at hand, even if he says nothing for the nonce.

Galdorim nods to Lady Kerowyn. "Aye, it is my job, M'lady, and I am trying to promote camp unity and locate Lord Indilzar so he make ammends. Hold Amarthion's words as true, and you and your people will surely have Lord Barogolach make ammends." His face show that he is serious about this matter and his regret that it happened int he first place.

[Amarthion(#23270)] "Wise remarks from a woman wise well beyond her years," Amarthion smiles to Aearwen. "It is no wonder the Prince has chosen you as an envoy." The knight now turns back to the Rohirrim, and bows. "I see little use in debating this issue further Indilzar shall be dealt with by the Prince himself when he returns to Dol Amroth, and I have offered the apologies of Imrahil and myself. Before I go to speak with Lady Aearwen, I have just one thing to say: be wary of the wiles of the Enemy. Any division between those who oppose him is a division in which he rejoices. Let us emerge from this strife stronger and more united than before, even as a sword emerges from the fire sterner than when it entered."

Colinor reaches down to tug at the last remaining bandage, which encircles his right bicep, and pulls it off, his fair face cast into a frown of concentration, or perhaps a frown directed at the words being said or the mood which permeates the tent...one can only guess. It is then, when Rorgan arrives, that a small smile does find his face, touchign his emerald eyes with some measure, though if the man will look his way he will see caution advised there, silently. He stands near Kerowyn and Fiordor, and finally speaks up, "If I may say something," he intones in flawless baritone, "It seems to me that all our people want at the moment is an apology from the toad who directed these comments at all of us."

[Rorgan(#19834)] Although it's none too uncommon to see a man being carried by upon a litter in these days and times, the direction the six Silver Guardsmen carry their litter, and the tall man with greying blonde hair upon it, is. As they move away from the Healer's Tent, and out into the camp, the man sits high on top of the litter as it is carried, but upon spotting several familiar faces (and some that aren't) all groupled together, Rorgan points in that direction rather urgently, and is carried there by the Silver Guardsmen, and set down in plain view of the proceedings.

Galdorim looks over as Rorgan is being carried by his Silver Guardsmen. Galdorim's face gives a slight frown and shakes his head. He then looks towards Aearwen and Amarthion. "Feel free to have the use of my tent for as long as you need to talk." He then looks about and spots Lodogran outside the healers' tent. He waits briefly to see if he looks over in his direction. If he does, he will be met with a single finger motioning him over to him.

[Rorgan(#19834)] "That has been arranged, Lord Colinor, and will come in due time." Rorgan answers the question spoken just as he was carried up. He looks from face to tense face in expectation.

Colinor looks over to Rorgan again, and if anybody were looking at him, which they are most likely not, Rorgan having just arrived, they might see a small sigh of relief issue forth from the bard-turned-rider-turned-heir. His emerald gaze rests upon the tailor, and he nods, approaching the man and extending a hand, "Arranged, you say? Please..do tell...this may be good news indeed."

A wan smile curves Aearwen's lips as she gazes at Amarthion, the unhappiness in her eyes evident, "Thank you for those kind words, I am very honoured to be of service to the Prince." Her voice drops lower, for his ears only, "As you can see relations are quite strained, Imrahil would be most disappointed to learn of this situation. And let us be truthful here, Indilzar is....well, is Indilzar. I do not see him making a sincere apology to the Rohirrim as they so richly deserve." Her hand goes up to brush back an errant curl from her face, "Shall we repair to Galdorim's tent to continue this conversation?"

Galdorim looks to Colinor and chuckles. "My friend, Colinor. The Emmisary to Prince Imrahil has arrived and he is going to arrange for the appology to the men and women of the Mark very soon."

[Rorgan(#19834)] "The eve the we attempted to raid the lair -- when the Goblins came -- I spoke with Lord Indilzar Bragollach before the fighting just as I spoke with you, Lord Colinor." Rorgan explains.

[<#10288>] Kerowyn raises a brow as Rorgan speaks, "" Her voice in her own tongue is fair and softer than ever it holds Westron.

Amarthion turns to Aearwen, and replies quietly, "He shall have to he was wrong, and must admit his error and make recompense, for such is the duty of a Swan-Knight. If he does not, the Prince will be forced to remove him from the Order." Now to the rest of the group he speaks, his voice reflecting his genuine emotions, "My apologies once again, for all insult that you have received from any man of Gondor. I look forward to fighting alongside you, and proving our friendship once again, but for now I must take my leave and speak with Lady Aearwen in private."

[Colinor(#29577)] Blonde eyebrows are both raised at that, and Colinor actually chuckles, "Trust the wargs to slow up such good word by necessitating us all to spill a bit of blood," he intones warmly, eyes moving from Rorgan to Galdorim.

Grave eyes rove over the group of people standing under the tent pavilion. With not another word spoken, Aearwen turns and enters the commander's tent.

Amarthion closes the flaps of the tent behind himself, and pulls out a seat for Aearwen to sit in, holding it for her. "This situation will be made right," he says quietly. "Before I continue on my quest."

Taking the offered seat, Aearwen smoothes her wrinkled, stain dress, obviously choosing her words before she looks at the Knight across from her. Solemn blue eyes lock with his, "Those words make me want to rejoice. May I ask what your quest is to be? " Shaking her head, "Forgive me, I do recall you saying that was a private matter. Long hours with no rest have taken a toll on me"

[Amarthion(#23270)] "I did not feel comfortable discussion the matters at hand in public, that much is true," the knight replies. "Indeed, only Imrahil's council in Dol Amroth knows of my quest. And seeing how you are a member of said council, you are entitled to know as well." he takes a deep breath. "I was sent to Lorien to seek the wisdom of the Lady of the Golden Wood regarding a long-forgotten thing known as Isildur's Bane."

Gasping softly at the Knight's words, Aearwen leans across the table and hisses, "You are going into Lorien alone in search of Isildur's Bane? And Imrahil agreed to such a quest?" Puzzled eyes gaze thoughfully at Amarthion before she asks, "Pray tell, do you expect the elves of Lorien to greet you warmly as you invade their land? You know they have no love of humans." Her fingers tap on the table as her thoughts whirl, "Do you have no one travelling with you?" Her laughter suddenly spills from her lips as her eyes alight with merriment, "Shall I tell you that my questions are ceaseless, ever pouring forth in abundance?"

[Amarthion(#23270)] "They will not forget their past," Amarthion replies with a smile, and reaches into his surcoat, and from it retrieves a ring of exceptional beauty. "This is a ring of King Amroth of Lorien, which he left in Edhellond before departing, as a gift to the Princes of Belfalas. Look here, on the inside," He points to some exquisite carvings of Elven runes. "It is the mark of Amroth, last King of Lorien, and it tells of the friendship between himself and our people. They will recognize his ring."

Aearwen nods, "King Amroth, the builder of Dol Amroth". Taking the ring from Amarthion she holds it up to the lantern, examining the exquisite beauty. Turning the ring in her slender fingers as she takes in the loveliness of the carvings, "Such detail and craftsmanship.", she whispers. Glowing, excited eyes shine as she glances back up at the Knight, "Thank you for sharing this with me, it was an honour to see such beauty and hold it for a moment in time." The twinkle in her eyes is unmistakable as she leans closer, "I have told no one what I am about to tell you, but there were elves in the camp a week ago. There were two of them and when they first appeared, I was frightened and drew my dagger. And then....", pausing as she tries to find the words to describe the beauty of what she saw. "There was such a magical element about their appearance...no, that doesnt do it justice." Blowing breath out in frustration, "Let me say it was the most beautiful thing I have ever witnessed."

Amarthion shakes his head with a chuckle. "Actually, he was not the builder, though many hold that misconception. Dol Amroth had another name before his death - Lond Ernil it was in his honor that the city was renamed after his death in the Bay of Belfalas. But that matters not. What matters now is th..." he stops himself short, and looks at Aearwen with wide eyes. "Elves in the camp?" he whispers, "Do you think they will return? If I could show them this ring, then perhaps they would take me into the Golden Wood."

Aearwen laughs softly at the expression on Amarthion's face upon his learning of the elves visit to the camp. Her shoulders shake with her mirth as she tells him, "Every night when the camp has settled in for rest, I find myself wandering under the stars looking for another appearance. As long as they were both here, I cannot help but believe they will return. " Her head tilts as her eyes gaze into the distant memories of her mind, before she remarks, "Do you not wonder why they made an appearance in the first place? I followed their changing shapes and colours out of the camp that night. " She grins self-consciously, "These words I would not utter to just anyone, but I felt such warmth, happiness and a sense of belonging as I beheld them. Not to mention swaying softly under the stairs as if dancing to some unheard music, except to the three of us." Blushing now she laughs, "Do I see the missive now? Envoy of the Prince of Dol Amroth sticken by madness in the plains of the Mark?"

Amarthion nods slowly, absorbing this quietly. "Then it is decided," he says quietly. "You must hold this sealed letter for me, and deliver the Prince's message to these Elves, should they return. Imrahil seeks the wisdom of the White Lady, and beseeches her to allow his envoys into their sacred realm. I beg of you, tell them my message should you see them again. Give this to them, and allow them to break the seal and read what is within."

Aearwen nods her head solemnly as her hand reaches to take the letter, one finger rubbing over the familiar seal on the back. Raising her eyes with yet another question on her lips, "Imrahil does not seek a visit to Lorien, himself, does he? This information he seeks is to be obtained by you as his messenger, correct?" Admission of another thought slips from her lips, "I have even thought of riding to the East with my personal guards and staying a night or two in an effort to see the elves again. With the orcs to the North of us and on both mountain passes its obvious they would risk no meeting with those foul creatures of the dark."

Amarthion purses his lips, and ponders. "They are no friends of the Enemy, and if they are near, I do not doubt they would consider lending their aid." He is quiet for a moment. "Where was it that you last saw them?"

A frown furrows her brow as she questions, "You believe the elves would be of assistance in our battle to the North of here? Oh, getting back to your question. The elves came from the North, came right into the camp and then left to the East." Silent for a moment as she tries to recall every detail of the visit to camp. " The one elf was right outside the healer's tent. I was sitting outside enjoying the stars and the quiet of the night when the form suddenly appeared to me. " Laughing again, "My weariness thought it was a blur of imagination until it continued." Suddenly she sits up in the chair, excitement brimming from every pore, "Why don't we set up another camp to the East of here in an effort to draw them out? "

[Amarthion(#23270)] The knight considers this for a moment, and then shakes his head. "No... we can not do that, not until the problems here have been resolved. For one, I do not wish to draw any attention toward my quest. For another, it would cause further unrest with the Rohirrim, a few of whom seem to -desire- further problems with Gondor, which worries me. No, we will have to hope against hope that they come to us here, and if not, we will have to continue on our way. I have a very excellent map, given to me by Saruman himself, and with it I should easily find my way to Lorien."

Sighing softly the woman says, "Of course, the problems here must be resolved post haste .My excitement quite overtook me there for a moment." Aearwen leans back in her chair, weariness washing over her again as the problems of the camp invade her thoughts. "There are many that bring this situation to the forethought as a constant reminder to their brethren instead of allowing it to die down and be resolved after our enemies are defeated." Pursing her lips, "Many of the Rohirrim have stated they wish relations to be as before, but my heart tells me it will take more than an apology from Indilzar to bring that about." Sighing tiredly she looks up at the knight across from her, darkness circling under her normally vibrant eyes, "Forgive me Amarthion, but I have been in the healer's tent all night long attending to a gravely ill Rohirrim man. Suddenly, my weariness is overtaking me and I must repair to my cot. May we speak of this matter at a later time? It has been a sincere pleasure to meet you and I look forward to conversing with you again."

[Amarthion(#23270)] "Of course," Amarthion rises from his chair, and stands behind the Lady's, to pull it out from the table for her. "It has been a pleasure to meet you as well. The Prince chooses his envoys well go now and take your well-earned rest."

 

 

me and I must repair to my cot. May we speak of this matter at a later time? It has been a sincere pleasure to meet you and I look forward to conversing with you again."

 

[Amarthion(#23270)] "Of course," Amarthion rises from his chair, and stands behind the Lady's, to pull it out from the table for her. "It has been a pleasure to meet you as well. The Prince chooses his envoys well go now and take your well-earned rest."