Elendor
Thari Fetched to meet with the Thane
The Bundazanul huskarl goes to fetch Thari for a meeting with Braldor and they run into Filur on the way.
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Location: Erebor
IC Time: Afternoon
Description: Ranol goes to meet with Braldor directly after speaking with Thari. It's not long before the Huskarl is heading back across the Underhalls towards the home of Balur. He's still limping, the pulled muscle only getting worse with all the hustling around, but he barely notices it. He has a grim expression on his face and an air of urgency that keeps people from interfering in his progress. Already the rumors are spreading and more than a few dwarves stop to watch and see where the Huskarl goes.
More heads turn. It's a regular show tonight. Thari Balur's daughter is leaving her home. Head held high, she just now reaches the bottom step of the stairs and is making her way toward the offices of Bundazanul And Others.
[Ovor(#20753)] "Huskarl!" The word is shouted out, easily heard within the Bundazanul Thingstead. But it is no Bundazanul that shouts it rather, it is Filur, Elder of Clan Zinbar, that speaks and he does not look pleased. At all. Flanking the Elder on either side are two younger Dwarves, looking almost bored but watchful.
The huskarl spots his cousin head away from her home and frowns. "Thari!" Ranol calls when he's close enough that he need not yell, picking up the pace a bit to catch up to her. It's at almost the same moment that Filur calls out for him. "Hold up.." He says to her, then turns to look and see who is seeking his attention.
Thari turns as her name is called. "Ranol, your leg..." Her voice trails off and she frowns as then Zinbar shouts at the Huskarl. She starts after Ranol, then stops again when Ranol tells her to. She watches.
[Ovor(#20753)] "Huskarl!" Again, Filur shouts before he walks rapidly towards Ranol, pushing aside a few other Dwarves in his way. He comes to a stop a few paces away from the Huskarl, a scowl upon his face the two Dwarves with the Elder pause a few steps behind him. "Do you have any idea what kind of trouble that... 'incident' has caused?!"
Ranol frowns when he hears his title loudly called out again. He recognizes the Zinbar as he approaches and gives the elder a curteous bow. Thari, behind him, is seemingly forgotten for the moment. As he straightens the huskarl keeps a level tone. "Good afternoon, Advisor Filur. I was not aware of any further trouble.. so no, I do not, I'm afraid."
Thari's frown deepens as she studies the Zinbar men. Her hands go to her hips, but she doesn't speak.
[Ovor(#20753)] "There is nothing good about it." Snaps the Elder. "Ovor is calling for blood! I am trying to get him to call for the Court rather than take matters into his own hands! You will be lucky if all he does is call for our merchants to increase their prices while dealing with your ilk!"
Ranol remains calm, not rising to the ire of the elder. His blue eyes flick to the two younger dwarves with Filur, but his attention doesn't stray from the older dwarf for long. "Ovor is calling for blood over bare-handed smack? That seems unlike him.." The huskarl says with a small frown, but remains unruffled. "Lord Gimli did not see the need to turn this into a matter of law, do you feel the court is truly necessary?" His tone is respectful, but questioning.
Thari gasps once and her frown deepens.
Another dwarf is descending the stairs from Thari's home. He is young, too, with a yellow beard and sharp blue eyes. "Thari," he calls in a commanding tone, walking toward the lass. She turns and goes toward him, giving no greeting and putting her hand on his back, beneath his long yellow hair.
Her attention goes back toward the Huskarl and the Zinbar, still in slence, but the dwarf beside her begins to narrow his eyes.
[Ovor(#20753)] "Bare-handed smack and the insult done to Zinbar by the accusations!" Hisses the Elder, scowl deepening. "The Court would be the most preferable method at the moment until Ovor will see better reason he may be able to work something out between himself and Braldor, but I would not place much into it at the moment!"
Ranol is quiet for a time, thinking. "I plan to go speak with Ovor as soon as I tend to some other business. I will be happy to bring up your concerns when I see him." He offers in a polite tone. "So you're saying that Thari's small squabble with Siv over some personal issues is an insult to your entire clan? So I have this clear?"
"Honestly! You're behaving as if you've never once been in a brawl at the tavern!" Thari calls out with a bit of a roll of the eyes, finally speaking.
"Hush, Thari," says the dwarf beside her absentmindedly, earning him a hot glare from the lass in question. "As I understand it the attack was not unprovoked, but it was a minor incident. To think of taking it to court is asinine, but to have your Thane threatening blood on a lady of Bundazanul for such a small disturbance would be dangerous altogether." His voice is firm.
[Ovor(#20753)] "Zinbar is a small clan. An insult to one is an insult to us all." The Elder's eyes flick to Thari and the other Dwarf, the scowl deepening. "By /your/ account, it was unprovoked thus the reason to call the Court, you fool! To determine the matter without the need for the fighting to become involved beyond the participants and the Thanes! There is a difference between a bloody tavern brawl and this, you foolish woman!"
Ranol frowns deeply at Filur's words and slowly shakes his head. "Advisor Filur, respectfully, I must be on my way. I have important business to see to and require Thari's attention elsewhere." He turns then and walks the rest of the distance to his cousins. "Good afternoon, Olur... " He inclines his head, then reaches to rest his hand lightly on Thari's arm. "Braldor wishes to speak with you, Thari." He says in a soft voice.
"Foolish!" Thari begins indignantly, but she is interrupted by Olur, who speaks low. "Hush, now, Thari, we'll see to it." He bows respectfully toward the Huskarl, Thari's hand falling away from his back. "Good day, Ranol. I will see you to his office."
Thari nods to Ranol, looking a little worried. "Braldor's a good lad. I'll be pleased to see him."
[Ovor(#20753)] "You had better hope that this gets worked out easily, Huskarl. Pass that onto your Thane. I suppose I shall go see if I can convince Ovor to call for the Court as laws dictate for matters between Clans." The Elder turns, walking away, the younger Dwarves keeping pace beside him. "Or convince him that it is time for him to reconsider his political friends." These last words are murmured into the Advisor's beard.
Ranol looks over at Filur's words, his gaze a mix of displeasure and apology. He doesn't give the advisor any parting response, but waits until the Zinbar group has moved on before he addresses Olur and Thari again. "If you like, Olur." The huskarl says, seeing no reason not to let him come along. He begins walking then, masking his pain as best he can. "You what I find interesting.. He spoke of calling together the court to prevent more from getting involved." He shares with the two in a low voice.
Thari manages to hold her tongue, scowling deeply at the Zinbar. She starts after Ranol with Olur beside her. "Convince him to call for the court? Instead of what?" she says, low. Her eyes suddenly flick toward Ranol. "Or are you talking about Braldor?"
"I'm sure he's talking about the Zinbar Thane," Olur says to his sister, his voice low as well. He moves to the other side of Thari so that she is between himself and Ranol. "Fine show of diplomacy, that, wasn't it? Resolving a dispute between women requires a bit more tact, doesn't it? Surely even the Zinbar need lumber."
"The way he spoke, obviously he's not in agreement with Thane Ovor. And what I meant is that he speaks of preventing more from getting involved, yet he's rallying to bring together a court which will surely do the opposite. Also, his display there out in the middle of the hall? It was anything but tactful. There was no discretion at all for who might be overhearing." The huskarl walks at a moderate speed, not wanting to draw extra attention to them with a hurried pace. "I doubt he's even had a chance to speak with Thane Ovor about this."
"Honestly?" Thari asks, her brows lifting as she looks sidelong at Ranol. "You don't believe Ovor knows of this?"
"I doubt that, Ranol, with all respect," answers Olur, his voice still low, his manner casual as they walk toward Braldor's office. "The advisors wouldn't come here without the Thane's direction."
"The suggestion that Ovor is calling for blood is ridiculous. I've talked with Thane Ovor several times and he's never struck me as the type to overreact in such a fashion." The huskarl shakes his head. "Why would he send Filur here to do little more than try and stir things up? Ovor would have come here himself to confront the matter directly."
Olur is looking at Ranol with those sharp, startling blue eyes of his, studying his cousin thoughtfully. "I don't know. I've never had dealings with the Thane Zinbar myself."
"I have," Thari says, her voice a contrast to her brother's. "Don't you remember how he was after the murder in Bree?"
"This matter is not nearly so grave as that was." Ranol does seem to consider it, all the same. "Well, we shall know soon enough. If they are overreacting this much they will look foolish in the end, I think." The huskarl doesn't sound entirely certain of that, though, and turns his gaze to Thari, "You better be careful not to lose your temper again..." He cautions.
Thari gasps and puts her hands on her hips. "Lose my temper!" she protests in a hard little whisper. "Did you not hear what she said about me?"
Olur nods his head with a frown. "If she were a man, I would have had a thing or two to say with my own fists."
Ranol stops and turns to face Thari fully, a scowl on his face. "Yes, I heard. I was there, remember?" He says in a low, angry tone. "I asked you to let me talk to her, which was exactly what I was doing when you stormed in and attacked her!" He eyes her for a long moment, "And now instead of just her talking, the entire mountain is and if this -court- thing happens.. they're going to want to know a lot of details about all of us that were involved!" Is it so unexpected for him to be recoiling from all the unwanted talk and attention?
Thari is a bit taken aback, even stepping away, but then something flares in her eyes and she hisses back, "It was /my/ business that I hit her for, /my/ honor, though her lies about you did help drive me over."
Olur grips Thari's upper arm. "Ranol," he says, quiet and low. "Please do not talk to my sister like that, particularly in the Thingstead where others are watching."
Thari rolls her eyes up toward Olur. "He can talk to me how he likes, Olur," she says, irritated.
Ranol shakes his head and responds in the same hushed voice. "That's not what I said. I know it's your business, Thari. But it's my business as well. The only -proof- we have right now is that I can support that she was lying over what she said about me, which is the only defense we have for you, so far. You told me earlier that you have no way to prove that she spread the other rumors, but I can speak against her character elsewhere." Olur is ignored for the moment.
Olur begins pulling Thari away, toward Braldor's office and around Ranol. "Come on," he says in an annoyed voice, low."
Thari walks away with Olur, whispering at her cousin the whole while. "Who else would it be? You know she was after Frarin, too! She is trying to destroy my reputation here!"
Ranol watches the two begin to move again, sighing and shaking his head. "There's more that you don't know, Thari." He says after a moment of indecision, beginning to walk again. "Olur, thank you for walking with us.. but, I can take it from here." The words aren't rude, but whatever else he intends to share is for Thari alone, it seems.
Olur shakes his head stubbornly. He releases Thari's arm but moves his hand to her back, guiding her forward. "Whatever you say to Thari you can say to me," he says.
"Olur, don't make me---" Thari takes a quick breath in, calming herself. "Thank you, Olur," she amends in a kinder voice. "You're a good brother, but Ranol is nearly as much of a brother as you are, and I will be safe with him." She actually kisses Olur on the cheek and pats his arm. "Go on and let Papa know what has happened, please."
Olur looks dubiously at his sister for a while. He then steps back, bows politely to the both of them, and departs.
Ranol bows in return to his departing cousin, then moves close to Thari, dropping his voice again. "I don't make a point of sharing Braldor's business, but.. perhaps a week ago, your father came to see him. He was asking Braldor's opinion of Frarin amongst other things. I won't tell you all that was said but there was a lot of talk of tempers and anger. I meant what I said earlier about your father possibly looking for excuses. That is only a guess on my part but you should be cautious." He has a concerned look on his face, as if he wants to say something further. He seems to decide against it, and looks away.
Thari pales, the pink in her cheeks dying away as she looks up at her cousin. "What did Papa say?" she whispers. "What did Braldor say?"
"No. I have said too much already. Let's go, Braldor will be waiting and he's not happy." Ranol isn't going to tell her any more than he already has.
Thari falls silent with a frown. She is giving Ranol a measuring look that is nearly a scowl but she soon drops her eyes as she walks toward the Thane's office again.
When they are nearly to Braldor's door, Ranol looks over at Thari with a worried expression. "I wasn't implying earlier that your problems or honor aren't important. You know that, right?"
Thari glances away, her lips trembling and then pressing together. "She spreads horrible lies about me for /weeks/ and everyone thinks nothing of it!" she mutters, but after a moment, she nods for him.
Ranol stares at her, perhaps seeing for the first time how hurt his cousin is by this. "I'm sorry." He says simply, but it is heartfelt, then gives her a quick hug before turning to knock at the door.
Thari's arm goes around Ranol and her own embrace is quick but heartfelt, and she nods again before releasing him and stepping back.
More heads turn. It's a regular show tonight. Thari Balur's daughter is leaving her home. Head held high, she just now reaches the bottom step of the stairs and is making her way toward the offices of Bundazanul And Others.
[Ovor(#20753)] "Huskarl!" The word is shouted out, easily heard within the Bundazanul Thingstead. But it is no Bundazanul that shouts it rather, it is Filur, Elder of Clan Zinbar, that speaks and he does not look pleased. At all. Flanking the Elder on either side are two younger Dwarves, looking almost bored but watchful.
The huskarl spots his cousin head away from her home and frowns. "Thari!" Ranol calls when he's close enough that he need not yell, picking up the pace a bit to catch up to her. It's at almost the same moment that Filur calls out for him. "Hold up.." He says to her, then turns to look and see who is seeking his attention.
Thari turns as her name is called. "Ranol, your leg..." Her voice trails off and she frowns as then Zinbar shouts at the Huskarl. She starts after Ranol, then stops again when Ranol tells her to. She watches.
[Ovor(#20753)] "Huskarl!" Again, Filur shouts before he walks rapidly towards Ranol, pushing aside a few other Dwarves in his way. He comes to a stop a few paces away from the Huskarl, a scowl upon his face the two Dwarves with the Elder pause a few steps behind him. "Do you have any idea what kind of trouble that... 'incident' has caused?!"
Ranol frowns when he hears his title loudly called out again. He recognizes the Zinbar as he approaches and gives the elder a curteous bow. Thari, behind him, is seemingly forgotten for the moment. As he straightens the huskarl keeps a level tone. "Good afternoon, Advisor Filur. I was not aware of any further trouble.. so no, I do not, I'm afraid."
Thari's frown deepens as she studies the Zinbar men. Her hands go to her hips, but she doesn't speak.
[Ovor(#20753)] "There is nothing good about it." Snaps the Elder. "Ovor is calling for blood! I am trying to get him to call for the Court rather than take matters into his own hands! You will be lucky if all he does is call for our merchants to increase their prices while dealing with your ilk!"
Ranol remains calm, not rising to the ire of the elder. His blue eyes flick to the two younger dwarves with Filur, but his attention doesn't stray from the older dwarf for long. "Ovor is calling for blood over bare-handed smack? That seems unlike him.." The huskarl says with a small frown, but remains unruffled. "Lord Gimli did not see the need to turn this into a matter of law, do you feel the court is truly necessary?" His tone is respectful, but questioning.
Thari gasps once and her frown deepens.
Another dwarf is descending the stairs from Thari's home. He is young, too, with a yellow beard and sharp blue eyes. "Thari," he calls in a commanding tone, walking toward the lass. She turns and goes toward him, giving no greeting and putting her hand on his back, beneath his long yellow hair.
Her attention goes back toward the Huskarl and the Zinbar, still in slence, but the dwarf beside her begins to narrow his eyes.
[Ovor(#20753)] "Bare-handed smack and the insult done to Zinbar by the accusations!" Hisses the Elder, scowl deepening. "The Court would be the most preferable method at the moment until Ovor will see better reason he may be able to work something out between himself and Braldor, but I would not place much into it at the moment!"
Ranol is quiet for a time, thinking. "I plan to go speak with Ovor as soon as I tend to some other business. I will be happy to bring up your concerns when I see him." He offers in a polite tone. "So you're saying that Thari's small squabble with Siv over some personal issues is an insult to your entire clan? So I have this clear?"
"Honestly! You're behaving as if you've never once been in a brawl at the tavern!" Thari calls out with a bit of a roll of the eyes, finally speaking.
"Hush, Thari," says the dwarf beside her absentmindedly, earning him a hot glare from the lass in question. "As I understand it the attack was not unprovoked, but it was a minor incident. To think of taking it to court is asinine, but to have your Thane threatening blood on a lady of Bundazanul for such a small disturbance would be dangerous altogether." His voice is firm.
[Ovor(#20753)] "Zinbar is a small clan. An insult to one is an insult to us all." The Elder's eyes flick to Thari and the other Dwarf, the scowl deepening. "By /your/ account, it was unprovoked thus the reason to call the Court, you fool! To determine the matter without the need for the fighting to become involved beyond the participants and the Thanes! There is a difference between a bloody tavern brawl and this, you foolish woman!"
Ranol frowns deeply at Filur's words and slowly shakes his head. "Advisor Filur, respectfully, I must be on my way. I have important business to see to and require Thari's attention elsewhere." He turns then and walks the rest of the distance to his cousins. "Good afternoon, Olur... " He inclines his head, then reaches to rest his hand lightly on Thari's arm. "Braldor wishes to speak with you, Thari." He says in a soft voice.
"Foolish!" Thari begins indignantly, but she is interrupted by Olur, who speaks low. "Hush, now, Thari, we'll see to it." He bows respectfully toward the Huskarl, Thari's hand falling away from his back. "Good day, Ranol. I will see you to his office."
Thari nods to Ranol, looking a little worried. "Braldor's a good lad. I'll be pleased to see him."
[Ovor(#20753)] "You had better hope that this gets worked out easily, Huskarl. Pass that onto your Thane. I suppose I shall go see if I can convince Ovor to call for the Court as laws dictate for matters between Clans." The Elder turns, walking away, the younger Dwarves keeping pace beside him. "Or convince him that it is time for him to reconsider his political friends." These last words are murmured into the Advisor's beard.
Ranol looks over at Filur's words, his gaze a mix of displeasure and apology. He doesn't give the advisor any parting response, but waits until the Zinbar group has moved on before he addresses Olur and Thari again. "If you like, Olur." The huskarl says, seeing no reason not to let him come along. He begins walking then, masking his pain as best he can. "You what I find interesting.. He spoke of calling together the court to prevent more from getting involved." He shares with the two in a low voice.
Thari manages to hold her tongue, scowling deeply at the Zinbar. She starts after Ranol with Olur beside her. "Convince him to call for the court? Instead of what?" she says, low. Her eyes suddenly flick toward Ranol. "Or are you talking about Braldor?"
"I'm sure he's talking about the Zinbar Thane," Olur says to his sister, his voice low as well. He moves to the other side of Thari so that she is between himself and Ranol. "Fine show of diplomacy, that, wasn't it? Resolving a dispute between women requires a bit more tact, doesn't it? Surely even the Zinbar need lumber."
"The way he spoke, obviously he's not in agreement with Thane Ovor. And what I meant is that he speaks of preventing more from getting involved, yet he's rallying to bring together a court which will surely do the opposite. Also, his display there out in the middle of the hall? It was anything but tactful. There was no discretion at all for who might be overhearing." The huskarl walks at a moderate speed, not wanting to draw extra attention to them with a hurried pace. "I doubt he's even had a chance to speak with Thane Ovor about this."
"Honestly?" Thari asks, her brows lifting as she looks sidelong at Ranol. "You don't believe Ovor knows of this?"
"I doubt that, Ranol, with all respect," answers Olur, his voice still low, his manner casual as they walk toward Braldor's office. "The advisors wouldn't come here without the Thane's direction."
"The suggestion that Ovor is calling for blood is ridiculous. I've talked with Thane Ovor several times and he's never struck me as the type to overreact in such a fashion." The huskarl shakes his head. "Why would he send Filur here to do little more than try and stir things up? Ovor would have come here himself to confront the matter directly."
Olur is looking at Ranol with those sharp, startling blue eyes of his, studying his cousin thoughtfully. "I don't know. I've never had dealings with the Thane Zinbar myself."
"I have," Thari says, her voice a contrast to her brother's. "Don't you remember how he was after the murder in Bree?"
"This matter is not nearly so grave as that was." Ranol does seem to consider it, all the same. "Well, we shall know soon enough. If they are overreacting this much they will look foolish in the end, I think." The huskarl doesn't sound entirely certain of that, though, and turns his gaze to Thari, "You better be careful not to lose your temper again..." He cautions.
Thari gasps and puts her hands on her hips. "Lose my temper!" she protests in a hard little whisper. "Did you not hear what she said about me?"
Olur nods his head with a frown. "If she were a man, I would have had a thing or two to say with my own fists."
Ranol stops and turns to face Thari fully, a scowl on his face. "Yes, I heard. I was there, remember?" He says in a low, angry tone. "I asked you to let me talk to her, which was exactly what I was doing when you stormed in and attacked her!" He eyes her for a long moment, "And now instead of just her talking, the entire mountain is and if this -court- thing happens.. they're going to want to know a lot of details about all of us that were involved!" Is it so unexpected for him to be recoiling from all the unwanted talk and attention?
Thari is a bit taken aback, even stepping away, but then something flares in her eyes and she hisses back, "It was /my/ business that I hit her for, /my/ honor, though her lies about you did help drive me over."
Olur grips Thari's upper arm. "Ranol," he says, quiet and low. "Please do not talk to my sister like that, particularly in the Thingstead where others are watching."
Thari rolls her eyes up toward Olur. "He can talk to me how he likes, Olur," she says, irritated.
Ranol shakes his head and responds in the same hushed voice. "That's not what I said. I know it's your business, Thari. But it's my business as well. The only -proof- we have right now is that I can support that she was lying over what she said about me, which is the only defense we have for you, so far. You told me earlier that you have no way to prove that she spread the other rumors, but I can speak against her character elsewhere." Olur is ignored for the moment.
Olur begins pulling Thari away, toward Braldor's office and around Ranol. "Come on," he says in an annoyed voice, low."
Thari walks away with Olur, whispering at her cousin the whole while. "Who else would it be? You know she was after Frarin, too! She is trying to destroy my reputation here!"
Ranol watches the two begin to move again, sighing and shaking his head. "There's more that you don't know, Thari." He says after a moment of indecision, beginning to walk again. "Olur, thank you for walking with us.. but, I can take it from here." The words aren't rude, but whatever else he intends to share is for Thari alone, it seems.
Olur shakes his head stubbornly. He releases Thari's arm but moves his hand to her back, guiding her forward. "Whatever you say to Thari you can say to me," he says.
"Olur, don't make me---" Thari takes a quick breath in, calming herself. "Thank you, Olur," she amends in a kinder voice. "You're a good brother, but Ranol is nearly as much of a brother as you are, and I will be safe with him." She actually kisses Olur on the cheek and pats his arm. "Go on and let Papa know what has happened, please."
Olur looks dubiously at his sister for a while. He then steps back, bows politely to the both of them, and departs.
Ranol bows in return to his departing cousin, then moves close to Thari, dropping his voice again. "I don't make a point of sharing Braldor's business, but.. perhaps a week ago, your father came to see him. He was asking Braldor's opinion of Frarin amongst other things. I won't tell you all that was said but there was a lot of talk of tempers and anger. I meant what I said earlier about your father possibly looking for excuses. That is only a guess on my part but you should be cautious." He has a concerned look on his face, as if he wants to say something further. He seems to decide against it, and looks away.
Thari pales, the pink in her cheeks dying away as she looks up at her cousin. "What did Papa say?" she whispers. "What did Braldor say?"
"No. I have said too much already. Let's go, Braldor will be waiting and he's not happy." Ranol isn't going to tell her any more than he already has.
Thari falls silent with a frown. She is giving Ranol a measuring look that is nearly a scowl but she soon drops her eyes as she walks toward the Thane's office again.
When they are nearly to Braldor's door, Ranol looks over at Thari with a worried expression. "I wasn't implying earlier that your problems or honor aren't important. You know that, right?"
Thari glances away, her lips trembling and then pressing together. "She spreads horrible lies about me for /weeks/ and everyone thinks nothing of it!" she mutters, but after a moment, she nods for him.
Ranol stares at her, perhaps seeing for the first time how hurt his cousin is by this. "I'm sorry." He says simply, but it is heartfelt, then gives her a quick hug before turning to knock at the door.
Thari's arm goes around Ranol and her own embrace is quick but heartfelt, and she nods again before releasing him and stepping back.
Players: Ranol, Thari, Olur, Filur
Located in: Erebor
