(Archive) The Fellowship of the Sword 43 -Audience with the Elven-King

Real time is: 13:39:26 MST on Sun Jan 07 2001.

-----------------------The weather around Amon Thranduil-----------------------
Clouds cover the spring sun and
the wind blows off the surface of the Long Lake to the east.
It is mild and refreshing out, despite the overcast sky.
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Hall of the Laurelin

Named after the life-giving leaf of the same name, this hall is the greatest feasting area in the entire kingdom, perhaps the greatest one in all of Endor. Many a great lord and noble elf has been entertained here in the past, stretching back into the second age of Middle Earth. The walls, which rise some sixty feet upwards, are festooned with vines and garlands of flowers which blossom even underground. There are many tables and chairs scattered about the room,and at the north end upon a raised dais is the king's table, with an ornate seat at the centre for Thranduil himself. The entire layout seems unusually posh for the average understated elf, but King Thranduil has more Dwarven nature within him than he would ever admit to. A marble staircase here leads upwards to the balcony which rings this room on three sides, and another staircase elegantly spirals downwards. Hanging the length of the north end of this chamber is a massive tapestry depicting the Greenwood, Eryn Galen, before it was darkened by the shadow.

Contents:
Kaide
Eilialhenel
Tamran
Indilzar
Rhuarc
Maegdir
Uiavas
Thranduil
Obvious exits:
Down leads to Crystal Foyer.
North leads to Cavernous Kitchen.
Up leads to Along the Balcony, Western Corner.

Arien's warming rays thaw the frozen north without the hill of the elvenking, nurturing with fire and melted ice the first few brave blooms of spring. But within Thranduil's halls, spring has already burst out in a tumult of color and sweet floral smells.Vines of leaves and flowers twine about the rails of the balcony overlooking the great hall of Laurelin or crown the mighty pillars carved in the likeness of Beeches, much like ones that once supported the vast caves of Menegroth. For no cold stones of enduring mannish monument are these halls nor the lovingly carved homes of the Naugrim. But halls of living memory, a tangible record of homes long lost in time and beneath the waves of the sea. A pale remembrance of fallen Doriath.

Long tables lay set for a fine meal and brightly garbed elves stand talking in knots or finding their seats, jewels glittering on clothes and hair within the glow of the smokeless lamps. One table set with gleaming gold and crystal stands upon a dias, its richly dressed and noble meined diners setting them apart as Lords and Ladies of the court. In the center of this table sits a dignified elf, young of face but containing an ancient fire within his grey eyes. He sits within a carved chair of unsurpassing elven skills with a backdrop of magnificent tapestries, depicting the history of the Sindar and woodelves. A crown of flowers and leaves sits upon his golden hair, flowing and shining in the light.

So it was, and so it is that in these dark days, when the world without is as grey as the autumn sky that the Men of Gondor have come hither with errantry as their task. They are for the most part decked refined as much as might their plight allow. They are tall Men, and grey eyed, stern of glance, and proud.

One among them bears sable as his colour. He is pallid of colour, but not unfair to look upon. It is he who enters in first and his eyes flicker in wonder at the feast laid out before him. So wondrous is this, that he bows low, crossing his hands over his breast as is his custom.

As the visitors slowly climb down the mighty stairways that lead to the Hall of Laurelin, an elf in official garb walks up to await them at the bottom of the stairs. He nods to the elven guards who guided the men hither and they step aside. Bowing slightly on his part to the man leading the guest he says, "Mae govannen - Be welcome in the realm of Thranduil, Aran of Greenwood. My name is Uiavas. The Aran awaits you at your table, please follow me." Thus he turns around and makes his way towards the dais.

A nod is what the black knight spares but it is not without lack of grace or courtesy. Rather, he is yet silent and watchful. His brow is wizened somewhat by the perils of the road and he seems weary of his burden. Yet on he goes and with firm steps he makes his way forth toward the banquet assuming that those of his fellowship, that proud band of Men, would follow him.

Such a clamour arises! Rare is it that the marbled floor of this hall feels aught but the silent tread of elven feet or the hears their lilting tongue, yet here now stands an entire host of second-born, noble in their way, perhaps, yet pale amidst the splendours of the elven-king's hall.

Upon the dais, set lightly upon a cushioned chair, a maid watches the men with dark eyes, leaning over to murmur to her neighbor as they approach.

And moments later another man steps in the great hall. His gaze lands upon the table filled with wonders, yet he does not linger upon it for quickly does he turn to look at their host. In a similar manner as the knight, he bows low, arms crossing before his chest, although his left arm seem slower to move than his right one.

Tall, with flickering eyes, does Tamran walk but two steps behind Indilzar. Clad mostly in black, the silver crest of the White Tree can be seen upon him, as his dark cloak is unbutton.

"See, now? We do have visitors, after all!" Says one tall, slender, redheaded elven form to an elf somewhere behind his left shoulder, "You know, of course, that you shall have to make good on our bet, and fetch me a pastry from one of yonder tables." The elf laughs and looks in the direction of the men, "A harrowing and difficult quest it shall be, I am sure, but I'm sure you can summon up the strength needed to complete such a request."

Upon entering the vast hall, Drenlyn's mouth gapes slightly as amazement spreads across his face. His eyes roam the room as they attempt to grasp the vast essence of the sight, but to no avail. Bowing with arms crossed, as the other Gondorians, Drenlyn peers into the faces of the elves but his own face speaks of simple awe.

Naught can this simple Blue Squire do but follow his the knight silently. And so he does, walking less proudly than he would, being in such a hall filled with Firstborn.

An odd sight it truly is this group of men for within their ranks a significantly smaller young human girl walks. She is clothed much unlike that of her comrades, in blacks and browns instead of the blazing whites and blues that surround her. She steps quietly, her footsteps very lightly heard among the clamoring of the men about her while she inquisitively looks about the stairway and then into the grand hall as they enter eyeing in particular the elf who greeted her with almost childlike adoration and awe.

"And if not, your pastry can sustain him on the return trip, Thegor!" calls Eilialhenel with a laugh, looking up from whispered conversation with her neighbour.

Strands of solidified moonlight cover the form of a youthful seeming Sinda, shimmering brightly amidst the spring like glow of the hall. His arms rest lightly upon the edge of the table atop the dais, a short distance from the seat of the Aran. Dignity and a hint of arrogance touches his posture as it reflects strongly in his eyes. Orbs of shattered ice resting within a sea of pale cream, framed by locks of burnished gold. A faint smile sleeps upon Maegdir's thin lips as his gaze wanders the beautiful surroundings and festive activities of his kinfolk. The youthful quende's glance finally passes over the arriving party of Second Born, catching his interest for the moment.

The halls din lowers to a speculative hush as the proud group of men enters. For the elves of Greenwood have more commerce with the second born than many of their kin but it has been long since men of Gondor walked these halls and long since the borders of that ancient kingdom touched the southern eaves of the forest. The King turns away from his own conversation and watches the group approach him with a curious gleam in his eyes. He sips of a sparkling claret, waiting for the men to stand before him and speak at last what they would have of him.

Perhaps the greater part of the hall is at a hush, but this elf named Thegor turns his attention to the maiden who addressed him and looks upon her with wide, pleading eyes and a hurt face, the corners of whose lips twitch upward as he asks, "My dearest Eilialhenel! Can it be that you can no longer sing my name with the prickly blaze of trumpets as you once did? Please, do not bring me to tears, even in these halls!"

At length, Indilzar comes before the king and he bows. He then speaks and his mortal voice resonates with the manner of speech held by the Men of the south. His rilling accent at hand, he unlocks his word hoard saying thus, "Hail O Elven King of the forest! We the Men of Gondor greet thee!"

Uiavas, having reached the table where the high member of the court reside with the Elvenking and where some empty seats are still help free for the guests, bows and addresses his king, " Aran , the visitors from the lands of Gondor have arrived". Turning around to face the men of Gondor who have been following he indicates the empty seats. ``The Aran wishes to have you spend this evening at his table, so that you may report your errands to him.''

Indilzar turns to this Elf and he says, " I thank you humbly on behalf of my people." He then steps forward toward the table.

Glittering eyes narrowed upon Rhuarc beneath her crown of lilac-blossoms, the healer's lips curl in a smile, but do not part. Let it not be said that the Erynedhrim are uncouth and haven't any manners! Nay, she turns rather to the speaker, bringing a golden mead to her lips as she watches.

Vaguely familiar features hold the eye of the cerdir as he watches one known to him, Indilzar son of Indilkhor, approaches Thranduil and makes his greeting on behalf of his own kindred. Maegdir's smile awakens slightly as he gives the slightest inclination of his head to the emissary from the south.

Indilzar shifts his eyes slightly toward Maegdir and there comes a twinkle of recognition and greeting, but he says naught, so strapped to ceremony is he.

One more time does Tamran bow, this time before the king. A low and respectful bow it is, yet unlike the Knight he remains quiet. His eyes one the other hand, travel from on point to the other, mesmerized by the sight of this place.

The King inclines his golden head somberly to the sable clad Lord, "I have heard that you wish to speak to me but know little of what matters bring you so far from your homes. Though I have heard one tale that you seek a sword."

Rhuarc laughs softly and shrugs, turning his amused attention towards the men, himself taking a sip of his red wine.

The young girl continues to look about the great hall in awe at its massiveness and its beauty still closely following the group. Impressed most by the eaves of hanging greens and vivid vegetation about the walls and ceilings, she becomes lost in them seemingly, looking up most of the time about the further corners of the tremendous room. As the leader, Indilzar, speaks, Kaide's attention is grabbed from its youthful curiosity and she gives it fully to he and the elf he addresses. But as they speak, she begins to sway her gaze more particularly at the elf, a king of some sort fine adorned and captivating to her eyes.

Bowing low, Drenlyn does his best to mimic the noble motions of ceremony. Quietly glancing amongst the numerous faces, he follows the knight to the table. His eyes wander about the faces of hall, a slight smile appearing on his somber face, but naught else does he do, apart from glancing towards the knight looking for guidance.

The awe which is readily apparent upon the faces of some of the visitors to these halls causes Maegdir's smile to fully blossom as a silvered goblet encrusted with sapphires touches his lips, carrying the soft moisture of a fine Dorwinion red wine to their slightly parched surface.

"So it is," says Indilzar.

"Yet ere I would speak more on it, let me first introduce those stalwarts who have travelled the road with me - brothers we have been in peril and in beauty..."

He then names the names of his companions, "...Tamran the Tall a warrior of the city... and Drenlyn the Dour-handed, but a cub in the yard, but he grows strong with every day as the fullness of manhood comes upon him..."

Then last he names himself, "As for myself, I am named Indilzar, and my father was Indilkhor, a famous man in his day and to him were born two sons, I of which am the eldest. The people of our land call my house the Bragollach, the Sudden-Flame of Gondor. So it is and here we are."

He then says to the King, "Yet I would say more and in truth the weariness of the road has so afflicted my companions and I that we would sorely be grateful if we might sit among you and eat and drink our fill whilst we speak."

With an eyebrow arching incredulously, Eilialhenel leans over to murmur to Rhuarc, face half-hidden behind a curtain a silvery tendrils. "... asks ... ... king ... ... ... ... our ...?"

Kaide listens intently to the speech by Indilzar, but has a hard time drawing her attentive gaze away from the King whom he addresses. She smiles somewhat, maybe laughing at herself, or the fact that she was not named nor mentioned by the leader in his initial introductions.

Maegdir's gaze wanders from face to face as the leader of those from the southern lands names his company. Pale blue eyes taking in each individual, assessing them briefly. Slender fingers drum quietly upon the side of his goblet as the elf watches the proceedings.

Indilzar then with a sweeping motion, "And last is the woman Kaide, she is not of Gondor, but has joined us on the nonce for this stage of our quest."

Rhuarc, leaning himself somewhat, laughs softly and responds to the maiden beside him, "Alas, ... ... ... ... not ... ... ..., ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... am!"

Little escapes the attention of this ancient King and he sweeps his grey eyes to light upon the young woman, standing quietly among the tall men of Gondor. And there they rest for a moment until, with raised brow he casts an inquisitive glance to Indilzar.Indilzar then summons forth Drenlyn, "Drenlyn. You were there when this woman joined us? Or you know the story better than I. Tell it now as you would me, do not hold back and share all."

Carefully listening to the names and families of the Gondorians as their leader Indilzar introduces them, Uiavas can't hide a grin as the conversation so quickly turns towards culinaric topics. He has stepped back from the dais to the side of the hall, his eyes still on the Aran in case this one should have further need for his services.

Eilialhenel whispers to Rhuarc, "A ... ... ... ... ... forth ... ... ..., ... with ... the ... of ... ... spring .... "I fear to think how lost you must get in all of your own titles!"

Kaide nearly jumps within herself as the king's eyes pass her own glance. A warming feeling does the glance give her as she smiles back slightly, but altogether different and eerie. She turns her head down and away as if unable to look at the king now, and upon hearing Indilzar address Drenlyn, she changes her attention to look at him, standing there silently and solemnly.

A silvery peal of laughter bursts forth from the cuilandis, brimming with all the mirth of a tumbling spring rill. "... ... to ... how ... ... ... get ... ... ... ... own ...!"

Tamran glances towards the young woman, mentioned by Indilzar, raising an eyebrow. A stranger she is to him, as the man from the city of stone examines her for a moment, silently.

The final introduction holds the interest of the sinda a bit more firmly than the rest, there something different about the woman. Her features are not those of the rest of the company, supporting the Knight's statement that she is not of Gondor in the south. The frozen surface of the quende's gaze remains upon the woman for a few more moments before the attention of Maegdir goes elsewhere, while his thoughts ponder what it is the import of this woman's difference.

Standing with his back against one of the pillars which girth the hall, arms folded before his chest, Uiavas awaits the telling of this part of the story with obvious interest, for even though he already learned some few things about the party's errand before they came to Amon Tharnduil by the mouth of Arnafel when the diplomatic corps visited them in Celebannon, this part is new to him too.

The green clad elven chieftain smiles and turns his blue eyes away from the men and to the maiden beside him and nods, "... ... do ... ... ... times ... ... ... ... ... ... ... making ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... .... ... ... ... need ... ... some ... ... the ..., ... myself of ..., ... I am ... ... ... done ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ...."

Bowing once more as his name is spoken, Drenlyn blushes at the knights description, but remains silent. His eyes now center on the king, seeking to read a book that is too great for him.

Not up to the challenge, Drenlyn turns his eyes downward, to the feasting table. Weariness and hunger overcoming the amazement in his face, Drenlyn's eyes search the table, before humbly returning his gaze to the knight, as he listens further.

Stepping forward as his name is called, Drenlyn bows, "I will tell you what I know, though my words may be uncouth for such an audience. It was naught but four days ago that a small party departed from our camp near Celebannon seeking to rescue one of my fellow squires, overcome by orcs. And so we came, and upon reaching a small clearing we saw to shapes, gasping and falling near the tree line of this small glade. As they approached, they were challenged, and lo, our squire had escaped with the help of another. The other of the pair is this lady, Kaide is her name, but little do I know of her."

Pausing Drenlyn looks towards Kaide, seeking to remember or pierce the veil of her past. Turning his gaze back to the king, Drenlyn continues, "Little knowledge of their escape from the orcs did we receive, for they were followed closely by the same orcs. At once the night leading our party, commanded us to take our injured squire, and the lady back to our camp. Ere we went far, we were beset by the orcish hunting party, but bested them, though receiving many injuries. And so we returned to the camp with our wounded, and here you find us now. As to the part of the lady, I know naught of her as much as I should, though she offered herself up when we found her that night. And freely gave her own dagger, which is still in my keeping. That much I know, and only our injured squire can tell you more."

Rhuarc leans away from his whispered conversation and shakes his head, calling towards the man, "Come now, o Drenlyn the Dour-Handed! Kaide is simply an unsuitable name for one of your party! Kaide the Daggerless, may perhaps be better?"

Kaide continues to stand solemnly as Drenlyn addresses the king listening to his words as she recounts the events herself with her head, nodding slowly as he gives an accurate telling of the events of the last few days that have brought her here to this great chamber and before the presence of a king. Still she says nothing even as Drenlyn finishes, turning her gaze first to Indilzar and finally back to the king, earnestly awaiting his reply, though in his eyes, she looks not again.

Kaide looks up to this new speaker as he addresses the issue of her name. She looks as if she wishes to speak in reply to him, but does not and returns to Thranduil her complete interest.

As the story of Kaide's presence is related to those gathered near the King, Maegdir glances between the woman and the young man telling the tale. His interest is piqued and he looks on with an air of solemnity until the good Thegor's words course through the air, bringing a rich melodic laugh to the sinda's lips, warming his smile and causing his eyes to sparkle like a frozen lake beneath a bright winter sun.

A slight frown creases the youthful face of Thranduil and he ponders the lass a long moment before speaking. "I had thought her one of your own folk," he comments to Indilzar. But his gaze never leaves the young woman none the less, and to her are his next words addressed. "Where are you from and how did you happen to be within the forest to be beset by yrch?"

Blushing with slight embarrasement Drenlyn's head turns towards the elf that calls out, but his lips remain silent. Only a slight nod of agreement does he give to the elf before returning to his place behind the knight.

Still standing besides the Knight, Tamran slowly sifts his weight. A small grimace appears upon his face, for he still feels the tickling of his injuries. Yet his bright gaze does not dim, as he looks upon the Firstborn and at the hall he stands within.

The words of the king directed at her are nearly too much for her, but she keeps her composure, barely. Looking all about her before answering, she notices most, if not all eyes upon her small figure which seems to shrink before their powerful gazes. She hesitates and gulps slightly, "I..." she stops and looks down, then back to the king actually daring his eyes, "I am a but a young girl, hardly deserving the attention of such a beautiful court." She smiles slightly and sighs peacefully. "I was taken in the service of the dark long ago. Daewen you might call me in your tongue, maiden of the shadows. I was in the camp of the orcs when the young squire, Rowaen, was taken. It saddened me to see him. Young and strong, I desired to know him though I knew his fate would not be pleasant in the evil company." She stops as if recounting to herself, "I attempted to heal his wounds as best I could as they were not tended to previously, and seeing his fate and his person, had compassion, even as I have not felt before, and in the night, we did depart, I cut his bands and carried him, wounded and bleeding as he best directed me toward the Gondorian camp from whence he had once come. But we were unable to make it there, the man's wounds being too great and my strength not enough to carry him further, so we lay there in the road, to die or be saved, I think neither of us cared any more, our hope fading, but fate would have it that his companions did find us first, though the orcs were also quick to the scene." She stops and looks to Indilzar, "I believe he has informed you of the events during the battle and Drenlyn has given a very accurate account of the events following." She turns and looks about her once more, all eyes still upon her, and so turns and bows slightly before the king and steps back toward Drenlyn, intimidated but in control.

Indilzar nods and then says, "If that is how it is, then so be it, yet for my own part, caring for you is not my errand. Rather, we have gone forth to save the Prince's boy. To recover the shards and then return to our native land that I long for."

Lips moving silently as she muses over names, Eilialhenel leans back in her chair and traces the crests borne by these men of Gondor thoughtfully. At length, the healer stands and leans towards Rhuarc's ear.

"... ... ... ... .... ... ... ..., Herald ... ... ..., ... ... Elrond ...-... ... ... ... ..., ... so ... said. Think ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ...?" she asks, gesturing towards the men with her chin.

Indilzar then looks at the woman for a moment and then says, "King. This is your realm, and what you do is your law. Yet if a humble man may ask, spare this woman for giving succour to my folk, or at least until her story can be proved atrue. Already we have lost one upon our road."

A word grabs Tamran's attention -Girithlin- as he turns towards the direction from where it came from. His eyes fall upon Eilialhenel as she whispers to Rhuarc and for a moment he looks upon them. Yet he does not move towards them and decides to wait for the time being where he is, before the King of this Realm.

Kaide stands humbly and looks down, saddened to some extent, the enormity of the room or the many peoples with it leaving her consciousness. She sighs again and looks up as if to speak more, but does not, only stands solemnly as the leader, Indilzar speaks for her.

Listening to the young woman's narrative of the events concerning her joining with those from the realm of the Edain to the south, Maegdir quirks a brow slightly at her origins as he watches the others of the party react to her words.

Staring at Kaide as she tells her story, Drenlyn's eyes go over her carefully, suspicion in them, and yet compassion sweeps across his face. His eyes moving back to the king to seek the sentence of the lady, Drenlyn's eyes shoot to the whispering elf, as he hears a word are ever on his mind, but is silent.

A shiver shudders through Eilialhenel's body, and she shakes her head dubiously. "... ... ... ... ... ...! ... ... ... ... beyond ... ... ... ... ... ...? ... out ... you ..., ... ..., and ... ... ... ... I ...."

Nodding apologetically to the elven-king and casting a curious glance towards the Edain, the healer steps off the dais and departs silently up the stairs.

Next to Tamran, Faengor stands, his intricate eyes fixed on Kaide with a curious glimmer. With arched brows and gruff lips he studies the woman carefully, sometimes turning his gaze to Indilzar and Thranduil or the different interested parties. Resting his hand on his pommelgem. "It is a trick," he mumbles gruffly beneath his breath, glancing at Tamran for bare moments.

With narrowed eyes, Thranduil closely watches the woman and contemplates for a moment the request of the Gondorian. "An unlooked for guest, but this I shall grant for the moment, in reward for her succor to your man, she shall remain and dine with us. For no business of mine will be discussed and if you are willing she learn of yours, that is your will." The king calls out to the Thegor, "Rhuarc, perhaps, when the meal is over and our guests ready to depart, you would escort this woman somewhere and speak with her more on her story?"

"My apologies Lord Indilzar, I have allowed myself to be distracted and rudely kept you standing, please take the seats prepared for you and your men...and our new guest." Thranduil gestures towards empty chairs on either side of him.

The departure of the elven maid does not go unnoticed by Tamran, as he watches her disappearing from sight. A quick glance does he give to Indilzar, but no word does he speak, instead returning his gaze upon the king, as he speaks.

Rhuarc nods to Eilialhenel as she departs, and looks intently towards the men with a smile before Thranduil names him. "I would be glad to, if, at the request of Eilialhenel, I may expose one piece of our business that may concern these men."

Indilzar gratefully takes the seat and says, "Our errand we have not kept secret Lord, and to that end I will speak of it." He then takes a glass of wine and he says, "My thanks to your hospitality and graciousness."

Maegdir's eyes follow the departure of the healer while he listens to the discussion concerning the woman. His left hand rests upon the edge of his goblet, bow half emptied of its contents.

His eyes tracing the departure of the elven healer, but again Drenlyn's attention is focused on both King and Knight. Nodding at the King's invitation, Drenlyn takes a chair, and carefully sits down, his face wincing with pain slightly. Taking his own cup, Drenlyn smiles, as he silently salutes his thanks to the king.

Composure sweeps across his face once again as Drenlyn glances towards Tamran, his eyes sparkling questioningly. An eyebrow is raised as Rhuarc speaks, a question filling his face but his mouth does not utter his mind.

Tamran does not answer to Faengor, but simply glances at him as he begins to walk towards an empty seat. He looks upon Rhuarc, the elf the maid was whispering too, and for the first time, does Tamran speak, "If I may, I would have a question for you Master Rhuarc...when you have the time to spare." His voice is calm and soft, yet clear.

Kaide looks to the table, the finest crafted she has ever seen and also the largest. Her eyes span the length of it all the way to Thranduil's seat. Attempting to control her awe, she keeps her mouth closed this time as the others begin to sit around her. Moving up to a chair next to Drenlyn she leans over to him. Kaide whispers, "Do you mind terribly if I sit next to you kind sir? I did appreciate your account of me as well as your concern."

Inclining his head gratefully, Faengor turns to the table, following in Tamran's steps and seating himself to his side. Immediately he grasps a goblet of wine, raising it from the table and twirling it between his fingers as his gaze falls once more on the attended, smiling at them with gruff yet respecting and grateful lips.

Uiavas raises an eyebrow at Eilialhenel's departure just after her secret conversation with the Thegor but otherwise doesn't react on it. On the other hand he reacts as the Aran invites his guests to take a seat by walking up to the side of the table himself and taking a seat too. The seating of the guests is taken up by the elves just like a silent command and instantly a merry music starts to play in the background. Some elves in the far corner of the hall got hold of their instruments, flutes and harps, and add to the enchantment of the mighty cavern by filling it with eerie tunes.

Indilzar takes his drink and but a sip seems to fill him. He then looks at his fellows and nods decisively, as if all is well. With the thrill of the music in the background he says to the King, "Now my Lord, by your command, I will tell our tale, if you would bear your ears to hear of it."

Startled by Kaide's voice in his ear Drenlyn turns and rises, whispering a reply in turn, "Nay, my lady, I do not mind at all. It is well that you liked my account of you, though I now regret not putting our engagement into song during my time in the healing tent."

The King glances at Rhuarc and smiles, "They have come a long way and I would not delay his story with another distraction." And to Indilzar he adds, "Please, Lord Indilzar."

Indilzar nods and says, "A year ago, a hunting party lead by the Prince Imrahil left Dol Amroth, his castle by the sea..."

Elven servants hurry to table side and fill the fine goblets set before the Edain guests with a rich red wine.

Indilzar says, "...we were hunting the legendary White Stag of which it was told that a man who captures the stag would be favoured by fate..."

Indilzar says, "...however we were led to the Stone of Erech. Thither, the boy-Prince Amrothos, the youngest son of Imrahil was captured by a fell creature. An Undead of the Ancient World who was cursed by Anarion, son of Elendil."

Rhuarc nods to Thranduil and looks to Tamran with a shrug. He looks towards the stairs leading up toward the balcony a moment and then back at Tamran with a questioning look upon his face.

Kaide smiles gently to the man she addresses and sits down next to him most content looking down now at the goblets and dinnerware before her. She picks up the goblet inspecting it carefully nearly careless of the drink that does slosh around from within before placing it down and inspecting the other ornaments about. Just then as she is engrossed with the plate, a sweet smile comes to the face of the young girl as she looks up, the sound of something beautiful and enamouring touching her ears. "Music," she almost explains to herself speaking her thoughts out loudly and sighs most contently leaning down a bit in her chair.

Indilzar says, "The creature who was in the form of a mighty Green Knight, bade us to seek for the sword of Anarion and by it he would release the boy from the clutches of Undeath and by it free himself of his bonds. The sword however we have found out by the Lord Denethor was shattered during the Siege of Barad-Dur, when Anarion fell, crushed by a rock.""

Indilzar says, "So we found that the parts are scattered, and we must retrieve them. Indeed, it did not cross our mind to trouble you save by two things: First, the omen of Glormal, which spoke that one shard went to the Elves. We were en route to the Dwarf Kingdom of Erebor east of here for there it was told to us by the White Wizard Curunir that one of the shards of Anaril is in his keeping. Yet Celeborn the Wise, spoke to us to seek out his kin in the North and see if they know aught of the sword of Anarion so that they may help us free the boy from his torment?"

Tamran follows Rhuarc's gaze towards the stairs and back again towards the Elf. Noticing the questionable look upon the face of the Firstborn he says, trying not to talk to loud as to interrupt the tale of Indilzar, "It is but a mere question about a friend...yet I do not wish to burden you with such a thing, if you have no wish to hear it."

The seeming peaceful look upon young Kaide's face is much disturbed at the mention of the undead by Indilzar. She shivers as if some deathly cold had come over her and clutches her arms, hugging her body as if grasping for warmth. The feeling passes quickly, but her smile does not return as even the sound of the music cannot suppress the dread memory that envelopes her troubled mind. She looks down again at the plate, seemingly uninterested now and lowers her head.

Indilzar then takes a draught of the mellow wine and waits in his silence.

Rhuarc smiles softly and nods, responding himself in a muted tone, "The answer is likely yes, then." He winks and turns his attention back to the storytelling for a time.

Returning to his seat, Drenlyn glimpses at the brief exchange between Tamran and Rhuarc, but remains silent, his attention split now between the Knight's account, and the lady next to him. Silently he listens as Indilzar recounts the origin of the quest, but Drenlyn's eyes stare at the lady, suspicious, but now some what glad and amused by the lady's behavior.

Sighing his ears pick up Tamran's words, and once again he is puzzled. Not long does he have to dwell on the matter for he sense's the lady's shiver, and turns to her, and whispers.

"Are you well my lady?""

A smile forms upon the lips of Tamran, as he finally takes sip of the wine poured into his goblet. Then he also glances towards the Knight, awaiting for him to finish his story before continuing.

In silence, Faengor bows his head and listens to Indilzar's tale, keeping his filled goblet next to his head by placing plead elbow on the table. Deep wrinkles run along the Errand Rider's forehead.

Kaide whispers, "Yes, yes I am fine sir, just fatigued a bit. It will pass, I do not feel I have rested well in days and I am still wearied from the escape."

Kaide sits up again and looks to the man, a slight comforting smile coming to her face, and then she turns back to the conversation between the king and Indilzar.

The Lord of Mithgilim listens intently to the story of Indilzar, hearing the details of the mission he had mentioned while in Celebannon. His eyes grow somewhat distant as he remembers the battle before the dark tower, their surface becoming frosted like the ice they mirror. After several moments in his reverie, Maegdir shakes his head and looks upon the guests once more, noting the change in the unusual young woman's demeanor.

The story told before the king is a tale of gloominess, yet it's gloom cannot fully blossom in the fair elven halls underhill. This place is a place of wonder and dark tales loose their fright under the sparkling light of crystalline veins adorning the walls. The music, now mingled with a soft singing, surely adds to the effect. Often is it said that the song of an elven voice can kindle images in the mind of the beholder, and so it is that even now the carven vines all over the cavernous roof seem to gently sway in the rhythm of the tune.

Nodding as Kaide responds, Drenlyn smiles, "As am I, but it will pass, or so I hope."

Bringing a goblet to his lips, Drenlyn takes a draught of the wine, before staring towards Rhuarc. Sighing he shakes his head and looks towards the king waiting to see the response to Gondorian quest.

Normally cool and impersonal, the King seems engaged as he listens to the tale. And regret shines sadly within his gaze when he answers, "A dangerous and noble quest, you must hold your Lord and his son with much love to undertake it. However, it is with sorrow that I must say I know nothing of the sword of Anarion."

Indilzar nods and is seemingly unaffected by these words, "So I had guessed in my heart King, yet perhaps it was as much to grace us with the beauty of the elves to serve some other purpose, least of all, perhaps to free that woman of the blackness which has seared her soul? Already one companion has ridden in haste away from us, chased by demons of his soul."

Then slowly Indilzar takes a draught of wine and says, "Now it is clear that we truly must go west of the mountains after our errand in the East and seek out Elrond the Half-Elven. If not for aught else, then we must make our haste. Too long have we tarried here and for too long we have accomplished little."

Kaide takes up her glass finally, this time not with inspecting and intrigued eyes but rather with her thirst, and takes a small tasting sip of it. A curious look comes to her face as she pulls the goblet from her mouth, the drink obviously being foreign to her. She then takes it up again, and takes a longer drink, a much longer drink. The goblet does not again leave her mouth until it is almost emptied completely. She then places the goblet back upon the table gently as a smile comes to her face, she obviously impressed with the contents of it.

As Indilzar finishes his tale, Tamran turns once more to face Rhuarc, "I friend and leader did we loose upon our journey..." he begins to speak, his voice now loud enough for most to hear, "A Knight of the Swan he is, a lord of Gondor and friend to the Firstborn. It has been many cycles of Arien since we have last seen him...He rode off chasing the Darkness itself from the Gladden Fields, you might know of this place, but never returned." Tamran pauses for a moment, before continuing, "Thorondor Girithlin he is named and I wondered if any news or rumors of him reached this hall?"

Rhuarc looks to Tamran and smiles, "You see? I answer your question even before it is asked." He turns to look upon Indilzar and notes, "Your loss may not be so great as you think."

At the hearing again of the issue of her company being addressed Kaide turns toward Indilzar much impressed and yet surprised by his words. Then as Tamran continues, she turns slightly to look at him her surprise continuing especially at the hearing of the fate of the great Thorondur.

Lowering his goblet less gently than most, Drenlyn sits up at the mention of his Lord, his eyes hopefully gleaming towards Rhuarc. Puzzlement traces his face as Rhuarc responds, yet Drenlyn waits, patiently and quietly for the elf to continue.

"Such a quest must surely drive the heart and mind relentlessly and I wish you good speed on your journey but know also, that you and your men are welcome to rest further, even within my city and the lands about." Thranduil replies to Indilzar.

Indilzar considers the words of the King and says, "To that I am grateful, and indeed upon our western road, we might seek haven here by your leave. However, we must depart soon, but ere we go, if your healers could look at our company, for some have been sorely hurt."

Tamran looks puzzled at the answer of the Elf, "You have? Then I shall ask your forgiveness for not hearing it. If you wish, may I hear your answer once more?" he says calmly.

Uiavas silently follows the conversation, playing seemingly absent minded with a glass of wine in his hand, but only seemingly absent minded For whenever as a new twist of fate unravels in the telling of the visitors from the south a light flickers up in his eyes as he raises them from the item in his hand.

"Crafty, are they not, Tamran?" Faengor speaks with hushes tones, turning his curious gaze to Rhuarc, smiling softly ere taking a sip from the goblet of wine that still rests in his hand.

Rhuarc laughs, and reflects Tamran's look back upon him, "Come, then. Analyze with me: my dear Eilialhenel may be good at many things, but her ability to keep quiet when she has something to speak of has probably weakened by her association with me. You have been gazing at me since she uttered the same name you did." He raises his brows and tilts his head to the side, "I am right on this, am I not?"

Kaide's eyes dart from conversation to conversation, her interest obviously with Rhuarc now at information concerning Thorondur, but also looking to the king, as not to miss any of his words. She sighs, a bit frustrated, but continues to listen as well as she can to both.

A grin does Tamran spare to Faengor, before returning his attention to Rhuarc and now his grin turns into a smile, "Right you are, master Rhuarc, yet she only whispered the name and I could easily misunderstood the words spoken. But I take it that indeed I was correct in what I heard and that some news did travel to the ears of our gracious hosts." he pauses for a moment, glancing at the ones sitting near him before continuing, "I hope that the news are good....".

"You are more than welcome to bring to the healing lodges what men are in need of such arts. I am told that some of your folk helped defend against an attack of spiders and for that alone we will proffer what aid we might." The king smiles graciously and gestures to an approaching servant, "It seems dinner is ready to be served, please enjoy yourselves. Your road has been long and perhaps few meals as fine as my cooks can make have been found upon it."

Neither goblet nor morsel does Drenlyn take now, for his eyes fall heavily on Rhuarc. Doubtful and questioning are the eyes from the south, yet they are kind. His voice coming forth gently, Drenlyn says, "I heard not a name dear elf, but I heard the mention of a Herald for your healer's whispers, and so attracted my interest. For the Knight-Herald, Sir Thorondur, has ever been in my thoughts. And lo now that Sir Thorondur is spoke of I guess that you have had tidings of him. But I ask that you end your play with words, and speak your news straight."

A frown does Tamran give to the squire, Drenlyn, yet he does not speak to him, instead returning his attention to Rhuarc.

Light boots thud down the finely crafted steps of the elvish feasting hall. Coming down the grand stairs, in site of the table laden with a choice meal, is a tall Man, rather young. His raiment is dull, stained with much wear and perils of the Wild. Clothes stained with a dark, ugly green and mud caked on his boots, Doran slows his step, approaching the large table and the company seated there. Grey eyes, keen and furtive, quickly alight on his familiar fellows.

Kaide eyes Drenlyn contemptuously as he speaks more haughtily to their hosts but says nothing. Waiting for a more direct answer from him herself, she returns her gaze to Rhuarc though she does not look at him directly.

Rhuarc laughs a moment as he gazes upon Drenlyn, "The Dour-Mooded may have been a better title for you, no? I answered your Tall companion the answer was likely yes even before he asked the question." He shakes his head and takes a sip of wine before turning to look at Kaide.

Not seeing the gazes of his companions about him, Drenlyn frowns nonetheless, and now his eyes calm, and his face becomes somber as he bows his head, "I beg your pardon. It was not my intention to speak so rashly, but my thoughts have been long on the matter, and my patience begins to dwindle."

Rising Drenlyn bows towards Rhuarc, "Perhaps the Dour-Mooded would be better, but I ask your pardon nonetheless."

Kaide notices Rhuarc looking at her, but she says nothing, but turns her head slightly to gaze back at him, his eyes too as captivating as the kings, though not seemingly as old. She seems almost entranced by them, inquisitive, and yet knowledgeable.

"Forgive the squire, he is still young and often speaks without thinking, yet he has a good heart. Now, Master Rhuarc, may you hear what news you have learned concerning the Lord Girithlin?" Tamran says.

"You have it, of course." Rhuarc says with a wave to the Drenlyn, as he ignores Tamran's question for the moment while he remains looking upon Kaide, "Come closer, child. You seem to wish to hear of this news as a young maiden feigns not to be interested in the songs of her budding love. Since Thranduil would have it that you and I are to become good friends, you may listen without embarrassment."

As the valets bring the main course of the meal on large tablets hold aloft by two at once, Uiavas stands up from the table. He gestures the valets not to serve him, but rather does he courteously take leave from the company with a silent nod to the Aran, avoiding to interrupt the conversations. Before he leaves he empties the glass of wine in a quick draught, handing the empty glass to a valet with a smile. Then, with only few of the gathered crowd noticing, he disappears.

A smile grows on the lips of the girl in reply to the soft comforting words of the elf, Rhuarc. Kaide sighs slightly, continuing to look at him and says smoothly and contently, "Thank you sir, you must know that this situation is indeed....awkward for me. I appreciate your concern, you humor, and your attention tremendously." She nods, her gaze never leaving his.

Returning to his seat, Drenlyn takes a deep drink from his glass, as if trying to cool the embarrassment that spreads across his face. Now calmly staring between elf and lady, Drenlyn awaits an answer to Tamran's question, but now appears less eager to hear it, though his eyes still sparkle with his desire for the tidings that the elf holds.

A plate is brought before Tamran, as he glances at Kaide. Quietly he awaits the elf's answer and decides to serve himself as platters of food are set upon the table.

Under the table, Kaide moves her hand over to Drenlyn's arm and touches it softly as if to comfort him, then pats it slightly before returning her hand to the table. Dinner, having just been served before her she looks down at. Again the inquisitiveness that has plagued her returns as she inspects the food again smelling it and nibbling at it slightly before fully beginning to indulge herself, hunger definitely overpowering her more couth senses though she is not unneat or untidy while eating.

A pleased laugh falls from Rhuarc as he responds to Kaide with, "Well spoken! I do respond kindly to flattery." He nods to the girl and turns back to the men, "Now then! We have more than tidings. We have the man himself, though from the very little I have heard of his condition, it may be that it will take some work before he is fully the man who set out on the voyage with you."

Kaide looks up at Rhuarc's response careful to wipe her mouth neatly, and smiles at him. She continues then to eat though quite interested in Rhuarc's words as he speaks.

Surprised at Kaide's touch, Drenlyn's brow frowns as he glances to Kaide. Forcing forth a smile, Drenlyn nods, before beginning to taste the dinner laid before him. Tearing off a piece of bread Drenlyn begins to nibble at it, and almost chokes when Rhuarc gives his tidings.

"Thorondur is hear! Those are tidings indeed. Where is he, and may we see him? Will he..."

Cutting himself off, Drenlyn stares back to his plate, blushing once more, and silently continuing to nibble at his bread, avoiding the gaze of those about him.

A mirthful laugh escapes Tamran, mixed with surprise, "Indeed this is great news! We have been stalked by the darkness and shadow for so long that...." he stops in mid thought before continuing, "Well does my heart take such news." the guardsman speaks, glancing this time at the squire and knight.

Indilzar rises suddenly from his place, "Thorondur is here? Where is he?"

The exclamation of Drenlyn is loud enough to be heard down the table, and Thranduil looks up from his meal and glances towards the men of Gondor speaking with the warrior chieftain. Shifty his gaze to the now standing Indilzar, he answers, "He was found just without our city and lies unconscious in the infirmary."

Indilzar glances to the King, "Then by your leave Lord, when we are done here, I would see him."

Rhuarc leaps to his feet, answering not the questions nor responding to the statements of others, with the exception of his continuing the excited tone of Drenlyn and proclaiming, "He is here indeed! You may seek him in the grove of Yavanna at any time!" In an instant, the excited motion is lost and he shakes his head, "Such worry about being proper at such a time is a... strange thing to me." The elf sighs and picks up his wine to take a sip of it.

Staring up Drenlyn as the knight rises and the King speaks, he rises swiftly. His questions answered, Drenlyn turns to the Knight hopefully, but silent still, awaiting some signal with somber face. Eyeing Rhuarc, Drenlyn laughs gently, as the elf proclaims his ineptitude for the proper proceedings, "Such tidings as you bring good elf, I would excuse your improper behavior. But I am not the host, and my own is little, if at all, better."

Indilzar glances to his companions, "If he is well, then we should seek him out at once."

Kaide continues to eat hungrily, and though her interest is held by the surrounding conversation, her excitement at the news pales tremendously in comparison. She watches Rhuarc intently even as she eats, and whether he speaks or not, his persona being one of interest to her.

Thranduil arches a brow and says, with a slight grin, "I do not think your beloved would like it if you sent a hoard of men to descend upon the quiet meditation of her lodge, Rhuarc." But to Indilzar he replies, "He is unconscious and gravely wounded. And I would speak to him myself soon after he awakes for his confused tale, told to a young maiden of my folk, is a dark one and best left for privacy. But I will not keep you from him, Lord Indilzar, only ask that you mind his injuries."

Indilzar bows deeply to the King, "Then, if one of your folk can lead us, we shall see to our Herald."

The bells signal the setting of the sun throughout the halls of Amon Thranduil.

Smiling Drenlyn turns to the King and bows low, "I would indeed see him, and I would mind his injuries as best I could. You are a gracious host King of the Wood, and may the light of Varda ever shine upon your Realm. I will be ever grateful for your hospitality."

With that Drenlyn peers towards Indilzar, hopeful, and awaiting command. Ever dutiful is this squire, and so he speaks, "By the your leave my lord," turning to the king Drenlyn continues, "And yours good king, I would see the knight to whom I have pledged my service."

Indilzar smiles at Drenlyn, "I would not deny you that meeting if the King allows it."

Kaide's head perks up at the sounding of the bells. What it means she has no clue as she listens and puts down her food, but she is aware that a weariness has come over her rather strongly and yet a certain peacefulness is apparent in her face as she yawns slightly.

"You have my leave to visit but ask that you mind the healers wishes in this matter." Thranduil nods his approval, "It was well met, Lord Indilzar. Once again, please feel free to rest in Amon Thranduil for as long as you need to."

Indilzar bows to Thranduil, "My thanks O King!"

Rhuarc smiles and nods to the men, and offers, "Perhaps I might be able to find some way to bargain with Eilialhenel, or distract her long enough to allow you to see your companion?"

Indilzar turns to Rhuarc and says, "By your leave, if you can lead us thither, I would go. I desire to see Thorondur no matter how grievous his wounds might be."

Rhuarc smiles and nods, "I shall take you to him, then." he pauses a moment to look at Kaide and says, "You and I will take a walk and speak together awhile before you leave this realm, of course."

A look from Thranduil is all that is needed and two guards subtly make their way to discreetly stand against the wall behind the human girl. "She will be shown to a guest room to await your leisure, Lord Rhuarc, once she has finished her meal of course," says the King.

Kaide looks up as Rhuarc speaks and smiles, "Yes, most assuredly, I would be extremely interested in taking a walk with you, though I cannot assure you all my attention will be on the conversation. You do have a most awe-inspiring city, and it is difficult for one who has never seen anything like it, to keep her focus." She laughs slightly and very comfortable keeping her eyes on Rhuarc.

"That is, if my colleagues will permit me to go with you," Kaide adds in.

At that, then, Rhuarc makes for the steps, looking to the men who follow and taking upon a look of consideration on his face as he moves.

Bowing low to the King Drenlyn's eyes alight with happiness, "My thanks to you as well good King. I will ever seek to repay you for you kindness."

Smiling at Rhuarc's comment, Drenlyn chuckles lightly before following Rhuarc out of the hall, sparing one last glance to the magnificence that he leaves.

Kaide stands, her meal finished. She turns to the king and smiles cordially, "I thank you for such wonderful hospitality, and if I may have your leave as well as my companions, I will retire to my room." She looks to Indilzar then too and nods then back to the king.