Elendor
Dwarves and Elves and Bears
Oh my. Kings Dain and Thranduil try to work things out. The Beornings look on in mild amusement.
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Location: Dale
Description: Courtyard
The courtyard of the King's garth is walled with high grey stone, quarried from the depths of the Lonely Mountain. Dwarf-work, the stones are so finely set as to prevent the eye from telling where they join.
The courtyard is divided into quarters by a cross of paths. The path from the gates to the Great Doors runs east to west the north-south path is a mirror image, as the courtyard is perfectly square. The four quarters are made into gardens. The uppermost west and lowermost east are herb gardens, where the ladies in the King's service grow the herbs that season the food for his court. The other two gardens are for flowers and trees, quiet havens from the bustle of the King's court.
The sun lights the courtyard merrily. Many folk of Dale wander about on business. The blue cloaks of the King's Men are prominent.
[Thranduil(#5440)]
The July sun is high overhead, lighting the gardens of the courtyard, casting only narrow shadows from the high stone walls. It is beneath the edge of the tall stand of trees that a pair of seats has been placed.
The King to the Nandor of Mirkwood occupies one, and the second, equally decorated, but smaller in stature remains empty.
The gathered folk of Dale remain at a respectful distance, gathered in small groups of lords and ladies, speaking quietly amongst themselves.
In stark contrast to Dale's fine lords and ladies are the Beornings, gathered together in their own section as it were, a motley, rough-hewn collection of men and a few women, most, if not all, battle hardened and likely dirt farmers or tradesmen or craftsmen. One tall man, Mobeorn, stands amidst them, arms folded across his chest as he watches the elven king, nodding a greeting toward Thranduil, at least politely so.
[Drengr(#21273)]
Next to Mobeorn is Drengr, High Pass Captain of Beorning. Not without his some of his gear, like he was in Erebor, the Captain seems a little more comfortable if not very interested in how this meeting is going to take place. "So what, they are just going to sit in the chairs and talk this out infront of everyone?" He says in a low voice leaning his head a bit towards Mobeorn. The question obviously for the Beijabar.
[Dain.(#31050)] Presently a disturbance begins to draw glances from the lords and ladies gathered in the courtyard and it is not long before the source of this disturbance becomes clear. A group of a dozen or so dwarves enters upon the courtyard, one bearing the standard of the King Under the Mountain, while the others are dressed either in the stark uniforms of soldiers or in the rich garb of counsellors. At their head is King Dain, clad in a fine tunic and surcoat, weaponless, his crown glinting upon his brow.
[Thranduil(#5440)]
The nod from the Beijibar is returned more deeply than it was given, a mild smile coming over the King's lips.
But it is the arrival of the company of Dwarfs that brings him from his seat. Rising, but remaining still, Thranduil observes their approach, until the King Under the Mountain stands forth. At that cue, he bends deeply, bowing in respect to his fellow ruler, the crown of silvery leaves and fiery blossoms glints as though it were living gold,
"King Brand sends his deepest apology," he says, "For not receiving the King Under the Mountain himself," the Woodland King says, his tone not overloud, but crisp, and clear enough to be heard clearly throughout the Courtyard.
[Dain.(#31050)] Dain's chin lifts as the Elfking stands to greet him, his face set and solid without expression. Thranduil's deep bow is returned, albeit ever so slightly slower than that given by the ageless elf. "His apology is unnecessary. His hospitality is none diminished," says the dwarf king once he has straightened again, also loud enough for the courtyard to hear. Slightly less loudly, he adds with another nod, "Greetings, Thranduil Elfking."
[Tathrenel(#15784)]
The sun of midday sets alight the fair hair of the King's Pen as she moves through the gathered elves toward Thranduil. Her face is a placid mask, unreadable and knowing at the same time. As she nears the seats where the Kings are meeting, she makes a graceful bow to both of them, dipping toward the ground with one hand on her heart and golden head bent.
[Thranduil(#5440)]
"Then welcome on my behalf, as well," Thranduil responds, "I have long hoped to speak with the King Under the Mountain, on many affairs. For there are too many agents of the Enemy in these days, for there to be quarrel amongst friends."
The King remains standing before his own seat, waiting yet for his counterpart to take his seat.
[Dain.(#31050)] "Indeed there is," Dain replies, seating himself as his party of followers edge away to a side of the courtyard to maintain a respectful distance. The elder king sits upright and straight, despite his age, and waves for Thranduil to seat himself as well. "And yet quarral amongst friends there is, and it should be settled. Come, sit and speak your mind, Thranduil. Then perhaps I shall speak my own."
[Drengr(#21273)]
Drengr grins. "Say if things became heated, who do you think would win?" Drengr adds toward Mobeorn and then notices the Elf woman Tathrenel, then takes a better look at the elf king. There is a moment as the grin on the Beorning fades and he places on hand on his hip, and lets the other hang free. "Why does everyone cover themselves in jewels but us?" He mumbles out loud, a few of the guides next to him bearing a smirk.
[Tathrenel(#15784)]
Turning her head slowly toward Drengr, as if she feels his gaze upon her, Tathrenel smiles faintly. "My jewels are very old," she says quietly. "I wear them in memory of things long finished and nearly forgotten." She edges nearer to the dwarves and the Beorning, something wary and watchful in her motions.
[Thranduil(#5440)]
The Elfking takes his seat gracefully, nodding to Tathrenel as he does so, "My councillor, Tathrenel, Tegol en Aran o Taur-e-Ndaedelos," he introduces her, returning his gaze to the King, "I see the folk of the Anduin village have come with your folk I wonder if a third chair should not be put out," he says with a mild smile, another nod of his head mildly indicating the tallest of the Anduin villagers.
"Though I think it would be refused," he adds, not waiting for a response.
"I fear that much between your kin and mine, in these past years, has failed to reach our ears."
[Dain.(#31050)] Dain nods deeply to Tathrenel when she is introduced, then the dwarf king's dark eyes focus again on Thranduil. "Yes, they have been guests at our mountain," Dain says, regarding the Beornings. "Several returned with our recent caravan and I invited them to join with this meeting."
The dwarf takes a deep breath and places his elbows upon the arms of his chair, weaving his fingers together and looking at the Elfking over them. "Yes there has," Dain nods. He absently rubs at his white moustache. "Our peoples are both of a private nature, and long suspicious of one another. Perhaps the fault lies in their kings, that they have not striven more to maintain this friendship."
[Drengr(#21273)]
Drengr smirks, now folding his arms into his chest. "I forget how well you all can hear." The Captain says still speaking in a low whisper that only a few around him could hear, besides the Elves. "Merely a comment of observation, spent many nights with the dwarves recently didn't know you had a common interest of things that shine." Though as the meeting seems to be moving forward, Drengr reverses himself to listen and watch now. To see how all things play out.
[Tathrenel(#15784)]
Tathrenel raises her brows a little in understanding, nods to Drengr, then turns to make another curtsy to the Dwarven King when she is introduced. But she speaks no more for the moment it would seem her attention is on the meeting between Elf-king and Dwarf-king.
[Thranduil(#5440)]
"Perhaps indeed," the King replies, "There are those amongst our folk who bear long memories, as amongst your own. It is that desire for secrecy -- born of necessity, for my folk so close to the Enemy's eyes within the wood -- that brings me to Brand's halls, to await your coming. The secrets of our safe places astride the Forest River, and of our watch over the road, these are what I have come here to speak of."
[Dain.(#31050)] "Indeed, I had thought perhaps that might be your intention," Dain nods. "Members of the caravan of dwarves which you met within the Mirkwood informed me that you had certain conditions that you should like to place upon the dwarves who enter upon your wood. Speak then, of the Forest River and road. Where dwell your thoughts on these?"
[Tathrenel(#15784)]
"One might argue," remarks Tathrenel to Drengr suddenly, "that our common interest of 'things that shine' is quite precisely what has brought us here to this... garden." She glances at the scant trees blandly, hiding her opinion behind forest-green eyes. Her voice is pitched very low, directed at the man of the Beornings alone. She speaks to him, but her gaze has returned to the two kings.
[Thranduil(#5440)]
"I shall, indeed," The Elf-King responds, "But I should like first to clear whatever rift has grown between us."
Thranduil continues, "It was one of your folk, who came to my halls, and demanded my ear loudly brought there only because he spoke of an urgent message." He inclines his head slightly, "It was only much later, that I learned that there was news of import for that part of your message was not delivered to me by your messenger, though he remaained amongst my folk for a season."
"Much risk we take, to keep the way open, along the road we do not ask a toll, as do the Men who keep open the High Pass," the Kings says, nodding again to the group of Beornings, "As their tolls are considered fair, I hope that my requests shall be viewed as such, as well."
[Drengr(#21273)]
"I must speak on the Woodmen's behalf." Drengr says his voice clear and not a whisper. "Those who are our brothers in Beorning. They fight on the Old forest road, as much to keep it clear of spider and orc for travelers, not just Elf alone." Not taunted by tossing his voice into the conversation the Beorning the looks over to Tathrenel, it seems a slight frown mounting on his face that dissapears in a moment. A regret that he couldn't converse in a more... Relaxed setting.
[Tathrenel(#15784)]
Tathrenel raises a brow at Drengr. "He did not suggest that you guard the road for Elves alone," she remarks in her soothing voice. "Disagreements arise from such inattentions." Again, her voice is low, but it is clear with whom her loyalties lie.
[Dain.(#31050)] Dain sits quietly with his fingers still woven together, frowning in thought as he listens to the Elf-King speak. He remains silent throughout, though his lips purse slightly at the mention of the dwarf messenger sent so long ago. When Dain does finally speak, he draws a deep breath first and lets his hands fall to the sides of his chair.
"Very well," he rumbles, giving a single nod. "The messenger sent to your domain did not act appropriately--" The Dwarf-King pauses at Drengr's interjection and his head tips back slightly before looking back to Thranduil. "The man speaks true. More than one people of Rhovanion have fought to keep the Old Forest Road open. But come, what are you requests? I understand the risk that your people take."
[Thranduil(#5440)]
The Elf-King inclines his head, "Very well then," he says, "I ask first, that your folk should not seek out the safe places where mine live within the Northern Wood for such tracks and trails that we use are well hidden, and difficult enough secrets to keep, against the Enemy's eyes and ears."
He pauses for a moment, "This, I do not think you will be disagreeable to, for you are wise enough to know that the ways of the wood are unfriendly to those who enter especially to a folk so kind of bearing axes."
Mobeorn, mostly silent through this, now casts a quick glance to Drengr, and shrugs. "And what if they do charge a toll?" he rumbles in a whisper to Drengr. "Though I suppose their fees for their goods will just go up..."
[Dain.(#31050)] Dain nods gently as the Elf-King outlines his first condition. A deeper nod is given once Thranduil has finished speaking. "It is agreed," Dain says. "It is not my people's habit to seek out the secret ways of the Northern Wood, nor anywhere within the Mirkwood. Our business is usually with the road alone. However, I would ask that you keep always at least one of your people at the entrance to the Forest River, should I ever have need to sent a message to you."
[Tathrenel(#15784)]
"What need have we of tolls?" Tathrenel asks Mobeorn, slanting her gaze at him briefly. "We are not greedy folk." There is something less complimentary implicit in her comment, for all she bends her head politely after she has spoken.
[Drengr(#21273)]
"Nor did I mean it in that light, more that this road is not just protected by Elf. Nor can rules be set on it by just Elf." Drengr says to Tathrenel, before looking up to Mobeorn. "I don't believe they have the right. Woodmen die just as much as Elf to keep the road alive." This tone much more a whisper. "Though apparently what was told by others might've been lost in travels. Thranduil doesn't seem to be making a claim that those that wish to walk the road must first ask his permission." Looking to Tathrenel and then to Mobeorn the High Pass Captain smirks. "She has some fire in her. More like a Beorning woman." Another whisper to the Beijabar
[Thranduil(#5440)]
"And so I think you have heard this message from your folk, who I spoke to twice on these matters," the Elf-King replies with a smile, "And my folk are always at Celebannon there are those among your folk who stayed there for some time, before their journey westwards if ever you wish to send a message to me, I shall meet you there, where the river emerges from the Wood."
"But I would ask this if we are to keep the road open for your folk, that such a messenger be sent, indeed, to my folk there, so that our watches may be kept."
He pauses now, and turns his gaze from the Dwarf-King, yet it is to the King that he speaks.
"This Man does not speak false," he says, "But neither does he know that when his folk enter the wood, just as when yours do, they have unseen allies, with strong bows and spears nearby."
[Dain.(#31050)] "So that it is understood," Dain replies with a nod, when the Elf-King speaks of the folk at the Forest River. "Any messenger of mine shall be sent to the Celebannon and shall not trespass upon your domain otherwise without your leave. What other conditions have you?" The Dwarf-King leans forward, weaving his fingers together again. His gaze is intent and focused, but his manner implies that he wishes to speak on a matter of his own, the subject of which may not be difficult to guess.
[Tathrenel(#15784)]
"Do we not?" Far from being fiery, Tathrenel remains cool and calm. "The road is a part of our wood, where my King rules. We ask nothing from those who walk it save a hand in helping to keep evil from walking it as well. We do have that right, I trust."
"Aye, that she does," Mobeorn replies to Drengr, grinning at the man's comment and looking toward the elven woman. "The elves," he says to her, "may subsist on golden sunshine and blue waters, and bears may live on salmon and honey, but the men of this world need more than that to live. There is nothing wrong with trade, much as your kind disdains it."
[Drengr(#21273)]
"It is something I wish to believe Elf King, but despite our short lives, we remember a time when you threw a late Chieftain of ours in your dungeons. Bryjnolf. Hard to believe that is an act of an ally, especially when he came with a gift and aid to deal with an orc threat." Drengr speaks again to the Thranduil, his arms crossing over his chest. "We would love to think of the Elves as guardians of our shadows in Mirkwood, though actions prove louder then claims."
[Thranduil(#5440)]
The Elf-King inclines his head, "The second request, is that such messages shall be sent, when your folk travel the road. For if we are to be guardians, we wish only to know that our watches should be redoubled, and our patrols more vigilant."
The King nods again, "Forgive me, your Majesty, but it seems that your guest wishes an answer from me as well."
With that, Thranduil rises from his seat, and turns his gaze to the Man, "I recall this chieftan," the King replies, "Even as I recall that your folk came then unbidden, and it was along the heavy tracks of your wains that the threat you speak of followed."
"The memories of Men are not always clear," the Elf-King says, a tone of forboding entering his voice, "But I recall no gifts. I recall asking that this Chieftan not cross the bridge into our hidden dwelling. I recall also that when the Enemy's minions came upon us, that all of your folk were brought within the safest places of my realm, even against all of my own laws."
"You speak of a time when you were under my greatest protection, when the danger was of Mannish making. And so I shall ask you to be silent if you must speak, then speak once our counsel here is complete or speak with my Councillor." He nods now to indicate the elf nearby.
[Thari(#31038)]
A dwarf approaches, at home among the grey stones quarried from the Lonely Mountain, just as solid as these. Thari is quiet, sharp grey eyes studying those here, and elects to approach Mobeorn.
[Tathrenel(#15784)]
Tathrenel bends her head graciously to the man addressed by her king. "Those who would come unbidden to our hidden fastness must submit to the rule of Thranduil, Aran na Nandor o Taur-e-Ndaedelos," she says in her mild tone. "Whatever rights we have on the Road, we claim thrice and thrice again in our own home."
"I know nothing of this," Mobeorn replies to both Elf king and Beorning, shrugging one large shoulder and letting it fall. "Seems to me that it is always so with the elves. Which is why most of our folk fear them or avoid them, at the very least, and it's better that way, if you ask me. We've our own troubles no need to complicate them by involving the elves. Though the Hir...well, he is different, I think."
[Thranduil(#5440)]
The King is brought up, raising his chin slightly, "Do you forget so soon, good Master?" he says, more respect in his voice as he addresses the giant amongst the Beornings, "The aid that I have given your folk, when beset upon by yrch and troll, in caves beneath your lands? Have I not earned the same measure of trust from you, that you have from me?"
[Dain.(#31050)] Dain is silent when Thranduil speaks of his next condition, but the Dwarf-King gives no reply when Drengr is next addressed and the focus of the meeting shifts away from the two kings and instead to the Beorning's claim. Frowning, lips pursed, Dain waits patiently, eyes flicking between Drengr, Mobeorn, Thranduil and Tathrenel.
[Drengr(#21273)]
"I recall what was said of the gift. A cloak of Easterling Silk. I was not there, in this battle in Mirkwood, but as it is told in my home we tracked this threat to your lands, and the only reason I see why my kin could've been followed. Is that their leader was imprisoned and wasn't able to direct or command them, in which way was correct." Drengr says his eyes bent right on Thranduil, though he doesn't show much emotions, despite that he doesn't have a problem standing his ground. Looking for to Dain, Drengr's face start to form a frown.
"Though I can see that bringing this up would move to destroy what seems to be a relatively calm discussion. No, this is not place for Beorning tempers." Nodding to a few guides around him.
They reply by another nod and a few them start to depart, making way for their Captain. As Drengr turns around he looks up to Mobeorn and whispers. "Good luck." He smirks and then starts to walk away.
[Thranduil(#5440)]
The Elf-King shakes his head, and returns to his seat, bowing his head again to the Dwarf-King as he does so, "I must beg your forgiveness," he says, "Though I am perplexed by the tale that this man speaks of, for while he was not there, I and my folk were. But it is not a matter between us, for only once since your Kingdom was established has a Dwarf sought to find his way to Amon Thranduil."
"Aye," Mobeorn rumbles to Drengr and the departing guides before his attention turns to Thranduil. "Of course I remember your aid. But it is always that the elves jealously guard their own borders and want to keep our folk out--and it is rightly so. Only the lord of Rivendell seems to open his lands to our kind, and then only to certain folk. Which is odd for an elf. But I interrupt your negotiations, so I will say no more on this for now."
[Tathrenel(#15784)]
Tathrenel only listens to Drengr, watches him go with her dark eyes. She listens as well to Mobeorn, solemn and still as stone. Likewise she remains, quiet, content to let her King have the last word and listen.
[Thari(#31038)]
Thari frowns, head tilted backwards to observe Drengr and Mobeorn. When the former is gone, Thari elbows Mobeorn-- in the hip, or possibly the thigh. "What has been said?" the dwarf hisses to the tall man.
[Dain.(#31050)] Patience keeps Dain's expression plain and straight, but he looks better pleased when the Beorning man seems to realize his error in discussing such an issue in such a place. He gives a small smile to the Elf-King when their discussion resumes. "Think nothing of it," he rumbles. Then he leans forward, clearing his throat. "However, there is a similar matter that I must speak with you on and it is perhaps better discussed now, before you continue with your conditions."
"Your request, that the dwarves give notice to your people when we are to pass through the wood, is logical. Consider, however, the perspective of my own people. We have been attacked upon the Old Forest Road before, lost comrades there, and received no aid from the elves. Perhaps such an arrangement as your propose would prohibit such unfortunate events, but my people will view it merely as your desire to spy upon the dwarves, not to protect them. You must know this."
He pauses, then unweaves his fingers and leans back, lightly tapping the arm of his chair. "And then there is the matter of our Lord Bifur. I need hardly inform you, Thranduil, that this event has not inspired a great deal of confidence in the elves from my people."
"Huh..what...stop that!" Mobeorn hisses, finally realizing that the tapping in his thigh is from the dwarf who now stands next to him. "I don't know..words...lots and lots of words but not much has been said, if you ask me," he mutters. "The elven king says don't go roaming about his lands, the dwarven king says don't put my folks in your prisons...it goes round and round."
[Tathrenel(#15784)]
Tathrenel glances sidewise at the man and the dwarf with him, and for a moment looks a bit aggravated at the constant interruptions. She clears her throat and looks back to the Kings.
[Thranduil(#5440)]
Thranduil's visage is grave, as he responds, "I had hoped that this," he says, "Might have been spoken of in private. But perhaps you are right, and the air should be cleared. It goes back to the beginning of the tale that has brought us here. For my folk, moreso even than for your own. Those of my folk who fell that day are not replaced by another generation. And while those events have brought a greater friendship between our peoples, do not forget that it was these Naugrim, who are now counted as Lords amongst your folk, that caused the hordes of Moria to spill over, and through our lands."
"I shall speak also of the dangers of the Wood for while no others will stand forward and claim it, a lone Dwarf, travelling the road, even as it is watched," the Elf-King continues, "Is in the gravest danger. While he was not free to depart, under my watch, nor was he in danger and he was returned to your lands unharmed, and well-kept."
[Thari(#31038)]
Thari folds her arms and looks gravely upon the Kings. There is a slight shifting of her stance in order to ensure that Tathrenel is more pointedly ignored. "And your fellow was imprisoned, too?" she eventually whispers up at Mobeorn.
[Dain.(#31050)] "Should you wish to speak of this matter in private," Dain replies, expression grim but calm, "then we may do so. I bring it forward now as it impacts upon the trust my people have of the elves of Mirkwood."
The Dwarf-King looks unhappy at Thranduil's reminder of Thorin's Company and the hordes of Moria. He steeples his fingers and leans forward, frowning deeply. "True it is that the goblins of Moria did follow the company of Thorin Oakenshield into your realm," Dain says, voice low now to keep others from hearing, though the other elves nearby may hear. "But think you that the hordes of Moria would not have spilled over and into your lands without the aid of a company of dwarves? Even as the evil of Mirkwood spills over now? A catalyst is not a cause and, in these times, the evil that we know comes to all peoples, even if it may seem to follow one or another."
Regarding Bifur's imprisonment, however, Dain seems resolute. He shakes his head sharply, voice again low. "You have lived long enough, Thranduil Elf-King, to know a dwarf would rather be in the gravest danger than imprisoned against his will."
[Tathrenel(#15784)]
Thoroughly ignored, Tathrenel listens keenly to the Kings instead, though even she must pay extra attention to hear Dain when he lowers his voice.
"Our man? No, no, years ago," Mobeorn says, a glance toward Tathrenel giving him impetus to try to lower his voice to a whisper. A beijabar's whisper, at best... "It was before I came to the village, even, so I have no say in the argument, though the Laird might. What's that they're whispering about now?" he says, straining to hear the dwarf king's voice. "Moria? Did something happen recently." He steps forward to try to hear more.
[Thranduil(#5440)]
"And you long enough, King Under the Mountain," Thranduil counters, "To know that I count time differently than your folk, even as your folk count it differently from Men."
The Elf-King's voice as well, is too low to carry far, "But I meant only that my folk, as well, remember a time when these Dwarf-lords sought to barricade themselves within your Mountain. For as well as I know your generosity to the folk of Dale, I recall that barricade, that Lord Bifur stood behind, while the Men who would re-build this city starved in the waste of the Dragon that they had slain."
[Thari(#31038)]
Thari frowns as the Kings begin to whisper. She looks over and up at Tathrenel and the frown deepens to a scowl.
[Dain.(#31050)] Dain is silent for a long time after the Elf-King finishes speaking, his mouth resting against his steepled fingers. Though they may not hear the words between the two kings, those watching on may notice the grave look upon the Dwarf-King's face, his troubled expression, his narrowed eyes. Finally, he leans back and draws a breath.
"It is still a fresh sting for you, this I understand," he rumbles low. "It is time that you speak of, then consider this. The time between the coming of the worm Smaug to our mountain and his death upon the Long Lake may seem but a short spanse to your eyes, but those of the dwarves it was several lifetimes over. If, then, we were too eager to protect that which we had so long been deprived of, perhaps the perception of time may be some small reason for it.
Dain sighs, glancing at the lookers-on, then back to Thranduil. "Furthermore, it is our misfortune that that which we value most is that which others value greatly as well. Gold and precious gems are dear to our hearts, as the forest is dear to yours. Had you been long deprived of your forest dwelling and only recently recovered it, do you think your people would not have acted to defend it if others had come to demand it from you?"
The Dwarf-King shakes his head and coughs. "I do not say it was right, but I do not say that it was wrong either. You cannot fault Bifur now for what he did by instinct so long ago by our reckoning."
[Tathrenel(#15784)]
Tathrenel's gaze is steady on Dain while he speaks, she unspeaking. Now and again she darts a glance at Thranduil, but her companions--tall and short--do not seem to bother her at all, though she must be able to hear them.
[Thranduil(#5440)]
"Let us be plain," Thranduil replies, his voice remaining low, "For it is not the request that your folk send word that you object to. For upon that, we shall reach accord, I have little doubt. Your folk have no doubt also spoken of the last condition, which has been given already to them. That those who trespassed upon the Elf Path, only to be nearly lost to spiders, and then broke free from my watch--That those who remain of the thirteen, should not be suffered within the wood, even on the road."
[Thranduil(#5440)]
"But let us retire," the King adds, "So that we might speak more plainly than we might here. Rooms have been prepared for us."
[Thari(#31038)]
"Best to respect them if they're wantin' a private discussion," Thari says in a deep and prim voice. A ponted glance at Tathrenel, and the dwarf turns to leave.
[Tathrenel(#15784)]
"I am my King's servant. Where he commands me, I go," Tathrenel says to Thari. She looks at the dwarf a moment longer with eyes born in the earliest age of Arda, then turns to go out of the little garden.
[Dain.(#31050)] Dain nods deeply, not responding to Thranduil's words for the time, what with further discussion to come. The elder Dwarf-King rises. "Indeed, we shall speak further." He turns to raise a hand to his party of dwarves, who all nod and do not make to follow.
[Thranduil(#5440)]
The Elf-King rises, and beckons for Dain to walk with him, towards Brand's keep.
[Dain.(#31050)] Dain acknowledges Thari.
The courtyard of the King's garth is walled with high grey stone, quarried from the depths of the Lonely Mountain. Dwarf-work, the stones are so finely set as to prevent the eye from telling where they join.
The courtyard is divided into quarters by a cross of paths. The path from the gates to the Great Doors runs east to west the north-south path is a mirror image, as the courtyard is perfectly square. The four quarters are made into gardens. The uppermost west and lowermost east are herb gardens, where the ladies in the King's service grow the herbs that season the food for his court. The other two gardens are for flowers and trees, quiet havens from the bustle of the King's court.
The sun lights the courtyard merrily. Many folk of Dale wander about on business. The blue cloaks of the King's Men are prominent.
[Thranduil(#5440)]
The July sun is high overhead, lighting the gardens of the courtyard, casting only narrow shadows from the high stone walls. It is beneath the edge of the tall stand of trees that a pair of seats has been placed.
The King to the Nandor of Mirkwood occupies one, and the second, equally decorated, but smaller in stature remains empty.
The gathered folk of Dale remain at a respectful distance, gathered in small groups of lords and ladies, speaking quietly amongst themselves.
In stark contrast to Dale's fine lords and ladies are the Beornings, gathered together in their own section as it were, a motley, rough-hewn collection of men and a few women, most, if not all, battle hardened and likely dirt farmers or tradesmen or craftsmen. One tall man, Mobeorn, stands amidst them, arms folded across his chest as he watches the elven king, nodding a greeting toward Thranduil, at least politely so.
[Drengr(#21273)]
Next to Mobeorn is Drengr, High Pass Captain of Beorning. Not without his some of his gear, like he was in Erebor, the Captain seems a little more comfortable if not very interested in how this meeting is going to take place. "So what, they are just going to sit in the chairs and talk this out infront of everyone?" He says in a low voice leaning his head a bit towards Mobeorn. The question obviously for the Beijabar.
[Dain.(#31050)] Presently a disturbance begins to draw glances from the lords and ladies gathered in the courtyard and it is not long before the source of this disturbance becomes clear. A group of a dozen or so dwarves enters upon the courtyard, one bearing the standard of the King Under the Mountain, while the others are dressed either in the stark uniforms of soldiers or in the rich garb of counsellors. At their head is King Dain, clad in a fine tunic and surcoat, weaponless, his crown glinting upon his brow.
[Thranduil(#5440)]
The nod from the Beijibar is returned more deeply than it was given, a mild smile coming over the King's lips.
But it is the arrival of the company of Dwarfs that brings him from his seat. Rising, but remaining still, Thranduil observes their approach, until the King Under the Mountain stands forth. At that cue, he bends deeply, bowing in respect to his fellow ruler, the crown of silvery leaves and fiery blossoms glints as though it were living gold,
"King Brand sends his deepest apology," he says, "For not receiving the King Under the Mountain himself," the Woodland King says, his tone not overloud, but crisp, and clear enough to be heard clearly throughout the Courtyard.
[Dain.(#31050)] Dain's chin lifts as the Elfking stands to greet him, his face set and solid without expression. Thranduil's deep bow is returned, albeit ever so slightly slower than that given by the ageless elf. "His apology is unnecessary. His hospitality is none diminished," says the dwarf king once he has straightened again, also loud enough for the courtyard to hear. Slightly less loudly, he adds with another nod, "Greetings, Thranduil Elfking."
[Tathrenel(#15784)]
The sun of midday sets alight the fair hair of the King's Pen as she moves through the gathered elves toward Thranduil. Her face is a placid mask, unreadable and knowing at the same time. As she nears the seats where the Kings are meeting, she makes a graceful bow to both of them, dipping toward the ground with one hand on her heart and golden head bent.
[Thranduil(#5440)]
"Then welcome on my behalf, as well," Thranduil responds, "I have long hoped to speak with the King Under the Mountain, on many affairs. For there are too many agents of the Enemy in these days, for there to be quarrel amongst friends."
The King remains standing before his own seat, waiting yet for his counterpart to take his seat.
[Dain.(#31050)] "Indeed there is," Dain replies, seating himself as his party of followers edge away to a side of the courtyard to maintain a respectful distance. The elder king sits upright and straight, despite his age, and waves for Thranduil to seat himself as well. "And yet quarral amongst friends there is, and it should be settled. Come, sit and speak your mind, Thranduil. Then perhaps I shall speak my own."
[Drengr(#21273)]
Drengr grins. "Say if things became heated, who do you think would win?" Drengr adds toward Mobeorn and then notices the Elf woman Tathrenel, then takes a better look at the elf king. There is a moment as the grin on the Beorning fades and he places on hand on his hip, and lets the other hang free. "Why does everyone cover themselves in jewels but us?" He mumbles out loud, a few of the guides next to him bearing a smirk.
[Tathrenel(#15784)]
Turning her head slowly toward Drengr, as if she feels his gaze upon her, Tathrenel smiles faintly. "My jewels are very old," she says quietly. "I wear them in memory of things long finished and nearly forgotten." She edges nearer to the dwarves and the Beorning, something wary and watchful in her motions.
[Thranduil(#5440)]
The Elfking takes his seat gracefully, nodding to Tathrenel as he does so, "My councillor, Tathrenel, Tegol en Aran o Taur-e-Ndaedelos," he introduces her, returning his gaze to the King, "I see the folk of the Anduin village have come with your folk I wonder if a third chair should not be put out," he says with a mild smile, another nod of his head mildly indicating the tallest of the Anduin villagers.
"Though I think it would be refused," he adds, not waiting for a response.
"I fear that much between your kin and mine, in these past years, has failed to reach our ears."
[Dain.(#31050)] Dain nods deeply to Tathrenel when she is introduced, then the dwarf king's dark eyes focus again on Thranduil. "Yes, they have been guests at our mountain," Dain says, regarding the Beornings. "Several returned with our recent caravan and I invited them to join with this meeting."
The dwarf takes a deep breath and places his elbows upon the arms of his chair, weaving his fingers together and looking at the Elfking over them. "Yes there has," Dain nods. He absently rubs at his white moustache. "Our peoples are both of a private nature, and long suspicious of one another. Perhaps the fault lies in their kings, that they have not striven more to maintain this friendship."
[Drengr(#21273)]
Drengr smirks, now folding his arms into his chest. "I forget how well you all can hear." The Captain says still speaking in a low whisper that only a few around him could hear, besides the Elves. "Merely a comment of observation, spent many nights with the dwarves recently didn't know you had a common interest of things that shine." Though as the meeting seems to be moving forward, Drengr reverses himself to listen and watch now. To see how all things play out.
[Tathrenel(#15784)]
Tathrenel raises her brows a little in understanding, nods to Drengr, then turns to make another curtsy to the Dwarven King when she is introduced. But she speaks no more for the moment it would seem her attention is on the meeting between Elf-king and Dwarf-king.
[Thranduil(#5440)]
"Perhaps indeed," the King replies, "There are those amongst our folk who bear long memories, as amongst your own. It is that desire for secrecy -- born of necessity, for my folk so close to the Enemy's eyes within the wood -- that brings me to Brand's halls, to await your coming. The secrets of our safe places astride the Forest River, and of our watch over the road, these are what I have come here to speak of."
[Dain.(#31050)] "Indeed, I had thought perhaps that might be your intention," Dain nods. "Members of the caravan of dwarves which you met within the Mirkwood informed me that you had certain conditions that you should like to place upon the dwarves who enter upon your wood. Speak then, of the Forest River and road. Where dwell your thoughts on these?"
[Tathrenel(#15784)]
"One might argue," remarks Tathrenel to Drengr suddenly, "that our common interest of 'things that shine' is quite precisely what has brought us here to this... garden." She glances at the scant trees blandly, hiding her opinion behind forest-green eyes. Her voice is pitched very low, directed at the man of the Beornings alone. She speaks to him, but her gaze has returned to the two kings.
[Thranduil(#5440)]
"I shall, indeed," The Elf-King responds, "But I should like first to clear whatever rift has grown between us."
Thranduil continues, "It was one of your folk, who came to my halls, and demanded my ear loudly brought there only because he spoke of an urgent message." He inclines his head slightly, "It was only much later, that I learned that there was news of import for that part of your message was not delivered to me by your messenger, though he remaained amongst my folk for a season."
"Much risk we take, to keep the way open, along the road we do not ask a toll, as do the Men who keep open the High Pass," the Kings says, nodding again to the group of Beornings, "As their tolls are considered fair, I hope that my requests shall be viewed as such, as well."
[Drengr(#21273)]
"I must speak on the Woodmen's behalf." Drengr says his voice clear and not a whisper. "Those who are our brothers in Beorning. They fight on the Old forest road, as much to keep it clear of spider and orc for travelers, not just Elf alone." Not taunted by tossing his voice into the conversation the Beorning the looks over to Tathrenel, it seems a slight frown mounting on his face that dissapears in a moment. A regret that he couldn't converse in a more... Relaxed setting.
[Tathrenel(#15784)]
Tathrenel raises a brow at Drengr. "He did not suggest that you guard the road for Elves alone," she remarks in her soothing voice. "Disagreements arise from such inattentions." Again, her voice is low, but it is clear with whom her loyalties lie.
[Dain.(#31050)] Dain sits quietly with his fingers still woven together, frowning in thought as he listens to the Elf-King speak. He remains silent throughout, though his lips purse slightly at the mention of the dwarf messenger sent so long ago. When Dain does finally speak, he draws a deep breath first and lets his hands fall to the sides of his chair.
"Very well," he rumbles, giving a single nod. "The messenger sent to your domain did not act appropriately--" The Dwarf-King pauses at Drengr's interjection and his head tips back slightly before looking back to Thranduil. "The man speaks true. More than one people of Rhovanion have fought to keep the Old Forest Road open. But come, what are you requests? I understand the risk that your people take."
[Thranduil(#5440)]
The Elf-King inclines his head, "Very well then," he says, "I ask first, that your folk should not seek out the safe places where mine live within the Northern Wood for such tracks and trails that we use are well hidden, and difficult enough secrets to keep, against the Enemy's eyes and ears."
He pauses for a moment, "This, I do not think you will be disagreeable to, for you are wise enough to know that the ways of the wood are unfriendly to those who enter especially to a folk so kind of bearing axes."
Mobeorn, mostly silent through this, now casts a quick glance to Drengr, and shrugs. "And what if they do charge a toll?" he rumbles in a whisper to Drengr. "Though I suppose their fees for their goods will just go up..."
[Dain.(#31050)] Dain nods gently as the Elf-King outlines his first condition. A deeper nod is given once Thranduil has finished speaking. "It is agreed," Dain says. "It is not my people's habit to seek out the secret ways of the Northern Wood, nor anywhere within the Mirkwood. Our business is usually with the road alone. However, I would ask that you keep always at least one of your people at the entrance to the Forest River, should I ever have need to sent a message to you."
[Tathrenel(#15784)]
"What need have we of tolls?" Tathrenel asks Mobeorn, slanting her gaze at him briefly. "We are not greedy folk." There is something less complimentary implicit in her comment, for all she bends her head politely after she has spoken.
[Drengr(#21273)]
"Nor did I mean it in that light, more that this road is not just protected by Elf. Nor can rules be set on it by just Elf." Drengr says to Tathrenel, before looking up to Mobeorn. "I don't believe they have the right. Woodmen die just as much as Elf to keep the road alive." This tone much more a whisper. "Though apparently what was told by others might've been lost in travels. Thranduil doesn't seem to be making a claim that those that wish to walk the road must first ask his permission." Looking to Tathrenel and then to Mobeorn the High Pass Captain smirks. "She has some fire in her. More like a Beorning woman." Another whisper to the Beijabar
[Thranduil(#5440)]
"And so I think you have heard this message from your folk, who I spoke to twice on these matters," the Elf-King replies with a smile, "And my folk are always at Celebannon there are those among your folk who stayed there for some time, before their journey westwards if ever you wish to send a message to me, I shall meet you there, where the river emerges from the Wood."
"But I would ask this if we are to keep the road open for your folk, that such a messenger be sent, indeed, to my folk there, so that our watches may be kept."
He pauses now, and turns his gaze from the Dwarf-King, yet it is to the King that he speaks.
"This Man does not speak false," he says, "But neither does he know that when his folk enter the wood, just as when yours do, they have unseen allies, with strong bows and spears nearby."
[Dain.(#31050)] "So that it is understood," Dain replies with a nod, when the Elf-King speaks of the folk at the Forest River. "Any messenger of mine shall be sent to the Celebannon and shall not trespass upon your domain otherwise without your leave. What other conditions have you?" The Dwarf-King leans forward, weaving his fingers together again. His gaze is intent and focused, but his manner implies that he wishes to speak on a matter of his own, the subject of which may not be difficult to guess.
[Tathrenel(#15784)]
"Do we not?" Far from being fiery, Tathrenel remains cool and calm. "The road is a part of our wood, where my King rules. We ask nothing from those who walk it save a hand in helping to keep evil from walking it as well. We do have that right, I trust."
"Aye, that she does," Mobeorn replies to Drengr, grinning at the man's comment and looking toward the elven woman. "The elves," he says to her, "may subsist on golden sunshine and blue waters, and bears may live on salmon and honey, but the men of this world need more than that to live. There is nothing wrong with trade, much as your kind disdains it."
[Drengr(#21273)]
"It is something I wish to believe Elf King, but despite our short lives, we remember a time when you threw a late Chieftain of ours in your dungeons. Bryjnolf. Hard to believe that is an act of an ally, especially when he came with a gift and aid to deal with an orc threat." Drengr speaks again to the Thranduil, his arms crossing over his chest. "We would love to think of the Elves as guardians of our shadows in Mirkwood, though actions prove louder then claims."
[Thranduil(#5440)]
The Elf-King inclines his head, "The second request, is that such messages shall be sent, when your folk travel the road. For if we are to be guardians, we wish only to know that our watches should be redoubled, and our patrols more vigilant."
The King nods again, "Forgive me, your Majesty, but it seems that your guest wishes an answer from me as well."
With that, Thranduil rises from his seat, and turns his gaze to the Man, "I recall this chieftan," the King replies, "Even as I recall that your folk came then unbidden, and it was along the heavy tracks of your wains that the threat you speak of followed."
"The memories of Men are not always clear," the Elf-King says, a tone of forboding entering his voice, "But I recall no gifts. I recall asking that this Chieftan not cross the bridge into our hidden dwelling. I recall also that when the Enemy's minions came upon us, that all of your folk were brought within the safest places of my realm, even against all of my own laws."
"You speak of a time when you were under my greatest protection, when the danger was of Mannish making. And so I shall ask you to be silent if you must speak, then speak once our counsel here is complete or speak with my Councillor." He nods now to indicate the elf nearby.
[Thari(#31038)]
A dwarf approaches, at home among the grey stones quarried from the Lonely Mountain, just as solid as these. Thari is quiet, sharp grey eyes studying those here, and elects to approach Mobeorn.
[Tathrenel(#15784)]
Tathrenel bends her head graciously to the man addressed by her king. "Those who would come unbidden to our hidden fastness must submit to the rule of Thranduil, Aran na Nandor o Taur-e-Ndaedelos," she says in her mild tone. "Whatever rights we have on the Road, we claim thrice and thrice again in our own home."
"I know nothing of this," Mobeorn replies to both Elf king and Beorning, shrugging one large shoulder and letting it fall. "Seems to me that it is always so with the elves. Which is why most of our folk fear them or avoid them, at the very least, and it's better that way, if you ask me. We've our own troubles no need to complicate them by involving the elves. Though the Hir...well, he is different, I think."
[Thranduil(#5440)]
The King is brought up, raising his chin slightly, "Do you forget so soon, good Master?" he says, more respect in his voice as he addresses the giant amongst the Beornings, "The aid that I have given your folk, when beset upon by yrch and troll, in caves beneath your lands? Have I not earned the same measure of trust from you, that you have from me?"
[Dain.(#31050)] Dain is silent when Thranduil speaks of his next condition, but the Dwarf-King gives no reply when Drengr is next addressed and the focus of the meeting shifts away from the two kings and instead to the Beorning's claim. Frowning, lips pursed, Dain waits patiently, eyes flicking between Drengr, Mobeorn, Thranduil and Tathrenel.
[Drengr(#21273)]
"I recall what was said of the gift. A cloak of Easterling Silk. I was not there, in this battle in Mirkwood, but as it is told in my home we tracked this threat to your lands, and the only reason I see why my kin could've been followed. Is that their leader was imprisoned and wasn't able to direct or command them, in which way was correct." Drengr says his eyes bent right on Thranduil, though he doesn't show much emotions, despite that he doesn't have a problem standing his ground. Looking for to Dain, Drengr's face start to form a frown.
"Though I can see that bringing this up would move to destroy what seems to be a relatively calm discussion. No, this is not place for Beorning tempers." Nodding to a few guides around him.
They reply by another nod and a few them start to depart, making way for their Captain. As Drengr turns around he looks up to Mobeorn and whispers. "Good luck." He smirks and then starts to walk away.
[Thranduil(#5440)]
The Elf-King shakes his head, and returns to his seat, bowing his head again to the Dwarf-King as he does so, "I must beg your forgiveness," he says, "Though I am perplexed by the tale that this man speaks of, for while he was not there, I and my folk were. But it is not a matter between us, for only once since your Kingdom was established has a Dwarf sought to find his way to Amon Thranduil."
"Aye," Mobeorn rumbles to Drengr and the departing guides before his attention turns to Thranduil. "Of course I remember your aid. But it is always that the elves jealously guard their own borders and want to keep our folk out--and it is rightly so. Only the lord of Rivendell seems to open his lands to our kind, and then only to certain folk. Which is odd for an elf. But I interrupt your negotiations, so I will say no more on this for now."
[Tathrenel(#15784)]
Tathrenel only listens to Drengr, watches him go with her dark eyes. She listens as well to Mobeorn, solemn and still as stone. Likewise she remains, quiet, content to let her King have the last word and listen.
[Thari(#31038)]
Thari frowns, head tilted backwards to observe Drengr and Mobeorn. When the former is gone, Thari elbows Mobeorn-- in the hip, or possibly the thigh. "What has been said?" the dwarf hisses to the tall man.
[Dain.(#31050)] Patience keeps Dain's expression plain and straight, but he looks better pleased when the Beorning man seems to realize his error in discussing such an issue in such a place. He gives a small smile to the Elf-King when their discussion resumes. "Think nothing of it," he rumbles. Then he leans forward, clearing his throat. "However, there is a similar matter that I must speak with you on and it is perhaps better discussed now, before you continue with your conditions."
"Your request, that the dwarves give notice to your people when we are to pass through the wood, is logical. Consider, however, the perspective of my own people. We have been attacked upon the Old Forest Road before, lost comrades there, and received no aid from the elves. Perhaps such an arrangement as your propose would prohibit such unfortunate events, but my people will view it merely as your desire to spy upon the dwarves, not to protect them. You must know this."
He pauses, then unweaves his fingers and leans back, lightly tapping the arm of his chair. "And then there is the matter of our Lord Bifur. I need hardly inform you, Thranduil, that this event has not inspired a great deal of confidence in the elves from my people."
"Huh..what...stop that!" Mobeorn hisses, finally realizing that the tapping in his thigh is from the dwarf who now stands next to him. "I don't know..words...lots and lots of words but not much has been said, if you ask me," he mutters. "The elven king says don't go roaming about his lands, the dwarven king says don't put my folks in your prisons...it goes round and round."
[Tathrenel(#15784)]
Tathrenel glances sidewise at the man and the dwarf with him, and for a moment looks a bit aggravated at the constant interruptions. She clears her throat and looks back to the Kings.
[Thranduil(#5440)]
Thranduil's visage is grave, as he responds, "I had hoped that this," he says, "Might have been spoken of in private. But perhaps you are right, and the air should be cleared. It goes back to the beginning of the tale that has brought us here. For my folk, moreso even than for your own. Those of my folk who fell that day are not replaced by another generation. And while those events have brought a greater friendship between our peoples, do not forget that it was these Naugrim, who are now counted as Lords amongst your folk, that caused the hordes of Moria to spill over, and through our lands."
"I shall speak also of the dangers of the Wood for while no others will stand forward and claim it, a lone Dwarf, travelling the road, even as it is watched," the Elf-King continues, "Is in the gravest danger. While he was not free to depart, under my watch, nor was he in danger and he was returned to your lands unharmed, and well-kept."
[Thari(#31038)]
Thari folds her arms and looks gravely upon the Kings. There is a slight shifting of her stance in order to ensure that Tathrenel is more pointedly ignored. "And your fellow was imprisoned, too?" she eventually whispers up at Mobeorn.
[Dain.(#31050)] "Should you wish to speak of this matter in private," Dain replies, expression grim but calm, "then we may do so. I bring it forward now as it impacts upon the trust my people have of the elves of Mirkwood."
The Dwarf-King looks unhappy at Thranduil's reminder of Thorin's Company and the hordes of Moria. He steeples his fingers and leans forward, frowning deeply. "True it is that the goblins of Moria did follow the company of Thorin Oakenshield into your realm," Dain says, voice low now to keep others from hearing, though the other elves nearby may hear. "But think you that the hordes of Moria would not have spilled over and into your lands without the aid of a company of dwarves? Even as the evil of Mirkwood spills over now? A catalyst is not a cause and, in these times, the evil that we know comes to all peoples, even if it may seem to follow one or another."
Regarding Bifur's imprisonment, however, Dain seems resolute. He shakes his head sharply, voice again low. "You have lived long enough, Thranduil Elf-King, to know a dwarf would rather be in the gravest danger than imprisoned against his will."
[Tathrenel(#15784)]
Thoroughly ignored, Tathrenel listens keenly to the Kings instead, though even she must pay extra attention to hear Dain when he lowers his voice.
"Our man? No, no, years ago," Mobeorn says, a glance toward Tathrenel giving him impetus to try to lower his voice to a whisper. A beijabar's whisper, at best... "It was before I came to the village, even, so I have no say in the argument, though the Laird might. What's that they're whispering about now?" he says, straining to hear the dwarf king's voice. "Moria? Did something happen recently." He steps forward to try to hear more.
[Thranduil(#5440)]
"And you long enough, King Under the Mountain," Thranduil counters, "To know that I count time differently than your folk, even as your folk count it differently from Men."
The Elf-King's voice as well, is too low to carry far, "But I meant only that my folk, as well, remember a time when these Dwarf-lords sought to barricade themselves within your Mountain. For as well as I know your generosity to the folk of Dale, I recall that barricade, that Lord Bifur stood behind, while the Men who would re-build this city starved in the waste of the Dragon that they had slain."
[Thari(#31038)]
Thari frowns as the Kings begin to whisper. She looks over and up at Tathrenel and the frown deepens to a scowl.
[Dain.(#31050)] Dain is silent for a long time after the Elf-King finishes speaking, his mouth resting against his steepled fingers. Though they may not hear the words between the two kings, those watching on may notice the grave look upon the Dwarf-King's face, his troubled expression, his narrowed eyes. Finally, he leans back and draws a breath.
"It is still a fresh sting for you, this I understand," he rumbles low. "It is time that you speak of, then consider this. The time between the coming of the worm Smaug to our mountain and his death upon the Long Lake may seem but a short spanse to your eyes, but those of the dwarves it was several lifetimes over. If, then, we were too eager to protect that which we had so long been deprived of, perhaps the perception of time may be some small reason for it.
Dain sighs, glancing at the lookers-on, then back to Thranduil. "Furthermore, it is our misfortune that that which we value most is that which others value greatly as well. Gold and precious gems are dear to our hearts, as the forest is dear to yours. Had you been long deprived of your forest dwelling and only recently recovered it, do you think your people would not have acted to defend it if others had come to demand it from you?"
The Dwarf-King shakes his head and coughs. "I do not say it was right, but I do not say that it was wrong either. You cannot fault Bifur now for what he did by instinct so long ago by our reckoning."
[Tathrenel(#15784)]
Tathrenel's gaze is steady on Dain while he speaks, she unspeaking. Now and again she darts a glance at Thranduil, but her companions--tall and short--do not seem to bother her at all, though she must be able to hear them.
[Thranduil(#5440)]
"Let us be plain," Thranduil replies, his voice remaining low, "For it is not the request that your folk send word that you object to. For upon that, we shall reach accord, I have little doubt. Your folk have no doubt also spoken of the last condition, which has been given already to them. That those who trespassed upon the Elf Path, only to be nearly lost to spiders, and then broke free from my watch--That those who remain of the thirteen, should not be suffered within the wood, even on the road."
[Thranduil(#5440)]
"But let us retire," the King adds, "So that we might speak more plainly than we might here. Rooms have been prepared for us."
[Thari(#31038)]
"Best to respect them if they're wantin' a private discussion," Thari says in a deep and prim voice. A ponted glance at Tathrenel, and the dwarf turns to leave.
[Tathrenel(#15784)]
"I am my King's servant. Where he commands me, I go," Tathrenel says to Thari. She looks at the dwarf a moment longer with eyes born in the earliest age of Arda, then turns to go out of the little garden.
[Dain.(#31050)] Dain nods deeply, not responding to Thranduil's words for the time, what with further discussion to come. The elder Dwarf-King rises. "Indeed, we shall speak further." He turns to raise a hand to his party of dwarves, who all nod and do not make to follow.
[Thranduil(#5440)]
The Elf-King rises, and beckons for Dain to walk with him, towards Brand's keep.
[Dain.(#31050)] Dain acknowledges Thari.
Players: Dain,Thari,Frarin,Thranduil,Drengr,Mobeorn,Tathrenel
