Elendor
Post-Wedding Drama
Right after Thari and Frarin get hitched, Ranol chats with Hildis's family and has some -serious- words with Hilvar.
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Location: Erebor
Description: Hildis gives Thari a brief kiss and a whispered congratulations. So many dwarves wait that she moves on quickly. Her mother follows her and then they are standing off by themselves while Thari's multitude of relatives mill about and the volume of voices makes the temple ring. The women don't seek to rejoin Hildis's father perhaps they need a reprieve from his mood.
Hilvar stand scowling by himself. Even his brothers have the sense to leave him alone though the cause of his ill humor is hard to discern.
Ranol doesn't approach Hilvar either, and instead spots Hildis standing with who can only be her mother. He approaches with a polite smile on his face, bowing before the women. "Good day, Hildis. You look very lovely." He rises and his blue eyes linger on her before moving on to focus on her mother. "I am Ranor's son, Ranol." He says in introduction, bowing again. "Thank you both for coming to my cousin's wedding."
The two Barazin women exchange glances, a volume of conversation spoken with an arched eyebrow and a nod. Hildis's gown rustles as only fine brocade can as she sinks into a deep curtsey for Ranol. A fine blush creeps up to her hairline. "Thank you. My mother, Ranol." She gestures to the woman standing with her.
Her mother gives him a brief curtsey smiling, "Astrior, daughter of Astriel. I have heard many things about you Ranol. All to the good. My daughter thinks highly of you. I should like to get to know you to form my own opinion. Would you and your sister consider lunching with me at one of our taverns? That way we will avoid any unpleasantness." Her emerald eyes shift slightly in the direction of her husband. "I will send you a note."
It's his turn to blush in embarrassment as Astrior pays him compliments. "Thank you." He catches himself before he runs his hand through his hair, hearing his sister's voice in his head scolding him if he messes up her efforts to 'make him presentable'. He drops it to his side again, and follows her glance towards Hilvar. "A lunch.. yes. I can do that, if I have enough advance notice to be certain I will not have other obligations with my work. I'm sure my sister will enjoy it as well."
"Good!" Astrior's eyes sparkle as she watches Ranol. Hildis was barely able to keep herself from laying a hand on her mother's shoulder and whispering, "Mootherrr." But she restrained herself and now smiles smugly at her. Careful to keep watch for her father, Hildis keeps glancing over Ranol's shoulder. "I am happy you have accepted. I have wanted you both to meet. I won't come, father would be upset if he were to know."
[Hildis(#23062)] "But that will change," she adds with an emphatic nod.
Ranol blinks in surprise as Hildis states she won't be there, the smile fading from his face as something just short of terror replaces it. "I.. wait.. what?" Panic! Panic setting in! If their intent was to blindside Ranol, they pulled it off. He looks over at Hilvar again, and then back to the two women, speechless.
[Hildis(#23062)] Astrior's marriage was arranged she is an astute person perhaps overly sensitive to others. She notes the change is his demeanor and her cheeks dimple as she smiles at his dismay. "Nay, Ranol, we can not plan that she be there but she may...happen by." She quickly pats his arm to reassure him and then her face becomes quite formal. "My husband...
"No.. no. It is okay. I do not wish to cause any trouble. My sister and I would be happy to have lunch." Ranol recovers quickly, some of the fear easing from his face. "Master Hilvar has reason not to trust me, and I would not want to disrespect your family any more than the damage that my father has already done."
Hildis begins to point behind Ranol but at waist level, she does everything but wink at him to get him to stop. But too late. Hilvar arrives. He is a little worse for the wear of the ceremony and he frowns so deeply that his eyebrows nearly meet.
"Well, well, you listen well, you scallywag," he addresses Ranol. "I thought I told you to leave my daughter alone."
Astrior does not let him continue and with quiet force tells him, "I will not have you make a scene. He is talking to me at -my- invitation, Hilvar. I have not met the young man. -We- need to talk."
Ranol misses Hildis's signals, and doesn't turn until Hilvar's voice breaks into the conversation. The huskarl keeps a patient, calm face and twists to look at the dwarf that's causing him strife these days. "Good day, Master Hilvar. I was thanking your family for attending my cousin's wedding, and I thank you as well." He says, bowing. The Bundazanul is looking much more prestigious today, with the fine clothes, a clean appearance, and the silver arm bands that glitter with gems. "Will you be continuing on to Balur's home? I would be happy to guide you there, since it seems the the brunt of the guests have already moved on."
Hilvar begins to bluster at Ranol's calm invitation, "What do you mean..."and stops with one severe glance from Astrior. An interesting exchange for Hildis because some dynamic has changed between her parents she watches them both closely, her eyes shifting from one to the other. She ducks her head trying to hide a smile.
Her father catches the smile and all of his embarrassed anger is transferred to Hildis. He raises a hand to strike her.
[Hildis(#23062)] Astrior does not have the training that Ranol has - she has not been back to the practise halls since the birth of her first child. But she is nearly as quick as Ranol.
Ranol watches the exchange as well, frowning faintly as his diplomatic attempts fall flat with the dwarf. Hilvar's sudden spike of anger doesn't go unnoticed. Before the drunkard can even begin to build momentum to strike his daughter the huskarl moves with remarkable agility, his tight grip wrapping around Hilvar's raised wrist to stop him with the strength of countless hours of training. There's a look of cold anger on Ranol's face.
He speaks in a low, soft tone. "Master Hilvar, perhaps you have forgotten one very important thing about me. I am a trained, professional guard for a -thane-. I have fought goblins, trolls, and dark things of mirkwood that I will not even tell you about. If you ever even THINK about touching Hildis in anger I will forget that I am trying to earn your respect through proper channels and show you exactly what I am capable of."
Astrior does not have the training that Ranol has - she has not been back to the practise halls since the birth of her first child. But she is nearly as quick as he is. It is her child that she is protecting and it would seem to not be the first time. Her arm drops as Ranol 's reach is faster. There is an air of approval in her nod for him.
Hilvar's eyes widen and he pushes against Ranol's hold his rage still the better of him until the force that holds him in its grip becomes a reality. He lowers his arm and takes a sullen step backward.
Hildis has a stricken look as though the blow had landed. Her embarrassment for her father's lack of control is so acute that her eyes fill with tears. She takes a shuddering breath and glances at Ranol to gauge how he might feel about a woman of her age being threatened by her father in a public place. She moves closer to her mother as much for her own comfort as to give comfort.
"Do you understand, Master Hilvar?" Ranol asks in the same cold tone of certainty. This is his guard-voice. This is the voice of a Huskarl, and not the son of a woodcarver. He releases his grip on the dwarf's wrist and gazes with blue eyes that hold a sharp intelligence behind the quiet demeanor, a challenge in them now.
Hilvar's eyes shift. How many have seen his disgrace besides his family? He swaggers though a bitter look of fear turning down his mouth ruins the effect, "You cannot tell me what to do with my family," he sneers but he takes another step backward to increase the distance between himself and the cold voiced Huskarl.
In a low controlled voice, the contempt she might feel held in check his wife says, "That may be so...for now. But I can. You will never raise a hand to me or a child of mine again, Hilvar. Never."
Ranol keeps his gaze on Hilvar for a long time, measuring the merchant's reaction and assessing him as he might a potential enemy. Seemingly satisfied, the huskarl releases the tension from his muscles and turns to look back at Hildis and her mother. "I apologize for intervening, but some things I have little tolerance for. Would you allow me to guide you to Balur's estate?" He asks again, smiling easily, seemingly unruffled now that a bit of 'work' is done.
"Nay, we will not be going," Hildis says impestuously, she does not even glance at her father, her eyes sliding to her mother's face to confirm her words. "Thank you, Ranol." Her checks flame but she holds his eyes as she speaks. Her words are soft and admiring. "Yet, again I thank you for your constraint."
"We thank you, Ranol and will be in touch. I think now is not the time for us to be going to the reception." Astrior's voice holds quiet dignity and apology for her husband's behavior.
Hilvar's mouth works like a fish out of water but no words come. With a regal nod to Ranol, Astrior lightly takes her husband's arm and turns him toward the exit.
There's sadness and disappointment as they decline the invitation, but Ranol nods solemnly, his voice understanding. "I would offer to walk you home, but it is Thari and Frarin's day and I should be there soon to help with the festivities." He pauses, and hesitance enters his voice again as he speaks in a quieter tone, meant for Hildis. "Have a good night. It was good to see you."
"It is their day and you are right to honor it, Ranol." Hildis takes a step toward him but a glance at her father stops her. Astrior watches her daughter with deep affection and then nods once again to Ranol.
Hilvar stand scowling by himself. Even his brothers have the sense to leave him alone though the cause of his ill humor is hard to discern.
Ranol doesn't approach Hilvar either, and instead spots Hildis standing with who can only be her mother. He approaches with a polite smile on his face, bowing before the women. "Good day, Hildis. You look very lovely." He rises and his blue eyes linger on her before moving on to focus on her mother. "I am Ranor's son, Ranol." He says in introduction, bowing again. "Thank you both for coming to my cousin's wedding."
The two Barazin women exchange glances, a volume of conversation spoken with an arched eyebrow and a nod. Hildis's gown rustles as only fine brocade can as she sinks into a deep curtsey for Ranol. A fine blush creeps up to her hairline. "Thank you. My mother, Ranol." She gestures to the woman standing with her.
Her mother gives him a brief curtsey smiling, "Astrior, daughter of Astriel. I have heard many things about you Ranol. All to the good. My daughter thinks highly of you. I should like to get to know you to form my own opinion. Would you and your sister consider lunching with me at one of our taverns? That way we will avoid any unpleasantness." Her emerald eyes shift slightly in the direction of her husband. "I will send you a note."
It's his turn to blush in embarrassment as Astrior pays him compliments. "Thank you." He catches himself before he runs his hand through his hair, hearing his sister's voice in his head scolding him if he messes up her efforts to 'make him presentable'. He drops it to his side again, and follows her glance towards Hilvar. "A lunch.. yes. I can do that, if I have enough advance notice to be certain I will not have other obligations with my work. I'm sure my sister will enjoy it as well."
"Good!" Astrior's eyes sparkle as she watches Ranol. Hildis was barely able to keep herself from laying a hand on her mother's shoulder and whispering, "Mootherrr." But she restrained herself and now smiles smugly at her. Careful to keep watch for her father, Hildis keeps glancing over Ranol's shoulder. "I am happy you have accepted. I have wanted you both to meet. I won't come, father would be upset if he were to know."
[Hildis(#23062)] "But that will change," she adds with an emphatic nod.
Ranol blinks in surprise as Hildis states she won't be there, the smile fading from his face as something just short of terror replaces it. "I.. wait.. what?" Panic! Panic setting in! If their intent was to blindside Ranol, they pulled it off. He looks over at Hilvar again, and then back to the two women, speechless.
[Hildis(#23062)] Astrior's marriage was arranged she is an astute person perhaps overly sensitive to others. She notes the change is his demeanor and her cheeks dimple as she smiles at his dismay. "Nay, Ranol, we can not plan that she be there but she may...happen by." She quickly pats his arm to reassure him and then her face becomes quite formal. "My husband...
"No.. no. It is okay. I do not wish to cause any trouble. My sister and I would be happy to have lunch." Ranol recovers quickly, some of the fear easing from his face. "Master Hilvar has reason not to trust me, and I would not want to disrespect your family any more than the damage that my father has already done."
Hildis begins to point behind Ranol but at waist level, she does everything but wink at him to get him to stop. But too late. Hilvar arrives. He is a little worse for the wear of the ceremony and he frowns so deeply that his eyebrows nearly meet.
"Well, well, you listen well, you scallywag," he addresses Ranol. "I thought I told you to leave my daughter alone."
Astrior does not let him continue and with quiet force tells him, "I will not have you make a scene. He is talking to me at -my- invitation, Hilvar. I have not met the young man. -We- need to talk."
Ranol misses Hildis's signals, and doesn't turn until Hilvar's voice breaks into the conversation. The huskarl keeps a patient, calm face and twists to look at the dwarf that's causing him strife these days. "Good day, Master Hilvar. I was thanking your family for attending my cousin's wedding, and I thank you as well." He says, bowing. The Bundazanul is looking much more prestigious today, with the fine clothes, a clean appearance, and the silver arm bands that glitter with gems. "Will you be continuing on to Balur's home? I would be happy to guide you there, since it seems the the brunt of the guests have already moved on."
Hilvar begins to bluster at Ranol's calm invitation, "What do you mean..."and stops with one severe glance from Astrior. An interesting exchange for Hildis because some dynamic has changed between her parents she watches them both closely, her eyes shifting from one to the other. She ducks her head trying to hide a smile.
Her father catches the smile and all of his embarrassed anger is transferred to Hildis. He raises a hand to strike her.
[Hildis(#23062)] Astrior does not have the training that Ranol has - she has not been back to the practise halls since the birth of her first child. But she is nearly as quick as Ranol.
Ranol watches the exchange as well, frowning faintly as his diplomatic attempts fall flat with the dwarf. Hilvar's sudden spike of anger doesn't go unnoticed. Before the drunkard can even begin to build momentum to strike his daughter the huskarl moves with remarkable agility, his tight grip wrapping around Hilvar's raised wrist to stop him with the strength of countless hours of training. There's a look of cold anger on Ranol's face.
He speaks in a low, soft tone. "Master Hilvar, perhaps you have forgotten one very important thing about me. I am a trained, professional guard for a -thane-. I have fought goblins, trolls, and dark things of mirkwood that I will not even tell you about. If you ever even THINK about touching Hildis in anger I will forget that I am trying to earn your respect through proper channels and show you exactly what I am capable of."
Astrior does not have the training that Ranol has - she has not been back to the practise halls since the birth of her first child. But she is nearly as quick as he is. It is her child that she is protecting and it would seem to not be the first time. Her arm drops as Ranol 's reach is faster. There is an air of approval in her nod for him.
Hilvar's eyes widen and he pushes against Ranol's hold his rage still the better of him until the force that holds him in its grip becomes a reality. He lowers his arm and takes a sullen step backward.
Hildis has a stricken look as though the blow had landed. Her embarrassment for her father's lack of control is so acute that her eyes fill with tears. She takes a shuddering breath and glances at Ranol to gauge how he might feel about a woman of her age being threatened by her father in a public place. She moves closer to her mother as much for her own comfort as to give comfort.
"Do you understand, Master Hilvar?" Ranol asks in the same cold tone of certainty. This is his guard-voice. This is the voice of a Huskarl, and not the son of a woodcarver. He releases his grip on the dwarf's wrist and gazes with blue eyes that hold a sharp intelligence behind the quiet demeanor, a challenge in them now.
Hilvar's eyes shift. How many have seen his disgrace besides his family? He swaggers though a bitter look of fear turning down his mouth ruins the effect, "You cannot tell me what to do with my family," he sneers but he takes another step backward to increase the distance between himself and the cold voiced Huskarl.
In a low controlled voice, the contempt she might feel held in check his wife says, "That may be so...for now. But I can. You will never raise a hand to me or a child of mine again, Hilvar. Never."
Ranol keeps his gaze on Hilvar for a long time, measuring the merchant's reaction and assessing him as he might a potential enemy. Seemingly satisfied, the huskarl releases the tension from his muscles and turns to look back at Hildis and her mother. "I apologize for intervening, but some things I have little tolerance for. Would you allow me to guide you to Balur's estate?" He asks again, smiling easily, seemingly unruffled now that a bit of 'work' is done.
"Nay, we will not be going," Hildis says impestuously, she does not even glance at her father, her eyes sliding to her mother's face to confirm her words. "Thank you, Ranol." Her checks flame but she holds his eyes as she speaks. Her words are soft and admiring. "Yet, again I thank you for your constraint."
"We thank you, Ranol and will be in touch. I think now is not the time for us to be going to the reception." Astrior's voice holds quiet dignity and apology for her husband's behavior.
Hilvar's mouth works like a fish out of water but no words come. With a regal nod to Ranol, Astrior lightly takes her husband's arm and turns him toward the exit.
There's sadness and disappointment as they decline the invitation, but Ranol nods solemnly, his voice understanding. "I would offer to walk you home, but it is Thari and Frarin's day and I should be there soon to help with the festivities." He pauses, and hesitance enters his voice again as he speaks in a quieter tone, meant for Hildis. "Have a good night. It was good to see you."
"It is their day and you are right to honor it, Ranol." Hildis takes a step toward him but a glance at her father stops her. Astrior watches her daughter with deep affection and then nods once again to Ranol.
Players: Ranol, Hildis, Hilvar, Astrior
Located in: Erebor
