(Archive) The Debate

November 14, 1999

Sirion the Elder passes into the parlour followed by a scant three attendants who write down quick notes even as he speaks to them. Coming to the side he finds a chair and he sits across the room looking at Thorondur, his foe of the moment.

Celeband arrives, looking rather disgruntled.

[Maernus(#17520)] A noise of a heavy boot on the floor betrays the arival of Maernus Calgar. The hood of his sable colored cloak let down as he is in doors. A smile playing across his face. Upon entering the room, he looks around at the occupants and his smile fails somewhat. He looks around for an appropiate place for him to sit, but stays standing near the door.

Striding into the room quickly is Lady Aearwen of Ethring-Bragollach. The high color on the noble woman\'s cheeks is a clear sign of her agitation. Taking a deep breath as her eyes glance around the room quickly she says, \"Please excuse me for my late arrival, there was business that I had to attend to. Imrahil has asked me to preside over the debate tonight. The topic of the debate is Mercy, as is the theme of the tournament.\" Her eyes flick to the elder Sirion, Thorondur and then back to Gweneth. \"Now, who is going to participate in tonight\'s debate so we can get this going?\"

Sirion the Elder smiles at Thorondur and says, \"Such a stage it will be. Yet do not be surprised at some of these younger hellcats. They have been in training and will wish to show their new found knowledge even if it is learned rote and barely understood.\"

[Aiwe(#28935)] The murmur of the gathering crowd muffles for all but those nearest, the squeak of a hinge, a peevish mutter, the clink of glass, the splash of liquid, and then the smacking of thin lips in a low private ecstasy. It is, however, as if the liquor cabinet is animate, for nothing else may be viewed alongside its polished exterior through the coiffed and primped hair adorning the ringing spectators.

Gweneth raises her glass, her eyes focusing on Thorondur, \"Indeed, I shall be joining in the game tonight, Lady Aearwen\" she calls aloud to the room. She slowly raises herself up and begins to glide towards the pair of men, sipping her drink, a queer grin on her lips.

[Celeband(#28487)] Fresh from Caldur, the knight Celeband takes to the chairs prepared. His grey cloak is unbound, and slipped over the back the man settles within its folds. His oft stormy eyes are quiet this eve, for he waits with polite silence.

Sirion the Elder rises and says boldly, \"I shall Lady Bragollach. For no demon or hellwrought bond can bar an Isilrim from a debate of history and philosophy.\"

[Celeband(#28487)] \"I shall as well,\" Celeband adds, though his voice is deep enough that only the attentive might sense it.

[Thorondur(#13821)] \"If they have had the same tutors as you, or I,\" replies Thorondur to the elder knight, smiling just short of a smirk, \"Then they might indeed present a formidable--eh?\" Glancing aside as both a lady--Gweneth, is it?--and another Isilrim introduce themselves, the Lord Girithlin shrugs his shoulders.

\"You may say in turn,\" says Thorondur, doffing his red-feathered green cap, \"That the Lord Girithlin will toss his hat in the ring as well. A quorum, then.\" And sure enough, he tosses the cap upon a cleared space of the floor.

Maernus turns towards the Lady Aearwen, \"I shall join in the debate, though I made add ill-formed ponderations as opposed to philosophical ideaology.\" He takes a position leaning agaisnt the wall. \"If that is acceptable with you, Lady Aearwen.\" He says with a slight tone of inquiry.

A mischevious smile curves the lips of Aearwen at the words of Sirion, \"This debate should prove to be an interesting event.\" The actions of Thorondur do catch the attention of the crowd as he adds his name to the list of those participating tonight. Smiling at Gweneth she asks, \"Are you prepared to go against these noble lords, cousin of mine?\", a dare of sorts shining from her eyes. Nodding her head at Maernus, she adds his name to the list. Looking over the crowd she calls out, \"Any more to add their strong voices and opinions to the debate on mercy.\"

Sirion the Elder sighs and says slowly, \"I do hope they brought good wine to keep my throat from being dry. You know how I tire of hearing myself speak, \"Lord Girithlin.\" He then looks toward the newcomer and says, \"But soft... who is this dour newcomer. I do not think I have seen him before.\" He then nods toward Celeband.

[Celeband(#28487)] \"I shall!\" repeats Celeband, louder this time. For those who missed him upon first opportunity, it must seem strange to hear him now, already implanted within the space of the duel.

[Gweneth(#17847)] \"A group of handsome men, against myself,\" Gweneth turns, raising an eyebrow at Aearwen, \"I think I shall take my chances.\" Her grin continues to sit on her lips, though her words hold no inflection of inuendo

.

Her smile sweet as she gazes at Celeband, \"Forgive me for missing your first attempt to join.\" Aearwen nods her head as she writes his name to the list and again her eyes glance over the crowd. \"No one else to stand before us and debate the glory of Mercy, in all its forms?\"

[Thorondur(#13821)] \"I see none, my lady,\" says Thorondur to Aearwen, his crystal-blue eyes eager as he surveys his four opponents. Sirion the Elder he knows well, dour and learned Gweneth, a lady of the court, surely Celeband, a doughty knight himself Maernus... a man-at-arms, and perhaps most intriguing of the entrants.

Smiling only to himself, the Lord Girithlin turns, the woodland greens and browns of his riding clothes a sharp contrast to his courtly opponents, and meanders toward the cleared space.

The doors to the parlour open quietly and several servants, magnificently attired in the uniform of the silver swan come into the room. Silver platters do they bear filled with many form of drink and refreshment. Slowly working their way through the crowd, quietly seeing to the needs of the many quests of the Prince of Dol Amroth.

Taking a glass of the finest Dol Amroth wine made, Aearwen leans back in her plush chair and prepares to listen to the opening debate. Nodding her head at the elder Sirion she says politely, \"My lord, your presence and words are ready to be heard.\"

[Maernus(#17520)] Shifting agaisnt the wall, Maernus sets his pack down and gets a better position. He takes some wine and gives a servent a request to bring him a different kind. He smiles as he looks at the occupants of the room. He seems inquisitive and waits for the opening.

[Alasdair(#28737)] Having been very likely wondering around where he shouldn\'t be, a slender young man in a slightly crumpled Minas Tirith tabard slips in through the doorway into the Parlour and then stands there gaping at all of the finely dressed people in this grand place. The lost look evaporates and is replaced with a mixture of awe and pleasure upon Alasdair\'s thin, young, face.

Sirion the Elder rises and then bows to Aearwen saying, \"M\'lady Bragollach, thank you.\" He then turns to the gathered and says, \"Lords and Ladies. Squires, Men-of-Arms and Gentlefolk of the Realm. Is mercy a virtue of fundamental import? When should mercy be limited and removed? These questions have oft gone through the minds of people in all lands and in all times. Did not Maedhros in his Third Treatise, state that mercy, \'...is not so incumbant as the actions

performed...\' By this the elves of old meant that mercy is not so inclined to be a blank check for a merchant to write. Nay, Mercy is only so paramount when there is room for foregiveness. For example, take treachery of Uldarth of Old.

Did not his deeds merit no mercy? There is a point, when mercy ends and in this

I assert that mercy is a limited action.\" He takes a seat.

[Aiwe(#28935)]

The servants glide with unobstrusive ease through the assembled throng,

dispensing delectable temptations and fine drink, collecting the empty glass and decanter from those who toasted prematurely the opening of the debate. All goes well, but for a faint scuffle which ensues briefly near the back of the room, and a slightly befuddled man stumbles forth, lighter now for his silver platter and its drink ere he passes from the room. From the far wall, a satisfied cackle and then silence as the voice of Sirion fills the room.

[Thorondur(#13821)] Raising his hands, Thorondur Edrahil of the Girithlins claps them lightly together in applause for the opening point put forth by his comrade and opponent, Sirion the Elder. For himself, he lounges laconically against the great bay windows and the rain outside.

[Celeband(#28487)] Polite applause, sufficient for recognition of Lord Sirion\'s eminent rank and stature, follows from Celeband. There is not the enthusiasm in it, though, to suggest agreement: nor does his face, a cold mask, seem to indicate any such.

Bringing her hands together in applause, Aearwen smiles at the knight as he takes his seat. Shifting in her seat as she quickly glances to the back of the room , concern marring her face for only a second before the turns to Lord Girithlin. \"Shall we now hear your thoughts on mercy?\"

[Gweneth(#17847)] Finding a table to set her glass down on, Gweneth claps softly as well, a pleasent smile on her face. She looks to Aearwen, then turns to look at Lord Girithlin as he is announced as the next in line.

Sirion the Elder reaches for a glass of wine. He sips it lightly as a retainer fans him. He sets his grey-eyes upon the Girithlin.

[Galdorim(#22020)] The doors to the parlor quietly open as a tall man enters. It is the Commander of the Sun Gate, Galdorim. He glances at the occupants of the room and then makes his way to a large chair. He eases himself down and looks to those who are talking. His eyes look to Lady Aerwen as his eyes smile at her and then looks about the other people sitting about the room.

[Maernus(#17520)] A silent clap and nod from Maernus. He stands still, other than that, and at Aearwen\'s words, stands silent and looks at thhe Lord Girithlin.

[Thorondur(#13821)] Stepping easily from the wall in his return to the cleared speaker\'s circle, the Lord Girithlin, Thorondur, says to the Lady Aearwen, \"We shall, if it please the assembled.\" In his riding garb, he looks more akin to a woodsman--albeit one with a weakness for costly tailors--than he does the lord of one of Gondor\'s Great Houses. Clearing his throat, he looks out upon the watching faces.

Alasdair has come into the room a bit further, and with his back to the entry, does not see Commander Galdorim enter. The young man continues to move about the room very slowly, looking around and trying not to let his mouth hang open. He smiles warmly at a man who walks by with an elegant silver tray and when the man has passed him, smoothly snatches one of the drinks without spilling a drop. Sipping this, the youth continues his circut, interested in all of these brightly clad people he doesn\'t know.

A shake of her head dances auburn curls across her shoulders as Lady Aearwen laughs softly, \"Please Lord Girithlin, it does please those assembled. We await with baited breath, your thoughts on mercy.\" The eyes of Aearwen find the tall form of Galdorim as he slips into the room and a warm smile does she give him.

[Thorondur(#13821)] \"I should like to assert neither agreement nor disagreement with the Lord Sirion,\" begins the Girithlin, smiling impishily in his eyes though his lips are set. \"Rather, I should say that Mercy is no limited action--nor any action at all--but rather a concept devised by the Elves to justify forgiveness of one\'s opponent. Indeed, the Valar, and even the One, show little mercy whatsoever.\"

He pauses, allowing the crowd to digest this point, before offering proofs or any conclusion.

Sirion the Elder smiles lightly at this, knowing full well what proofs and treatises the silver-tongued Girithlin may employ.

Galdorim looks to the servant with the tray of wine. He signals her over and than takes a goblet of wine from the tray. He takes a sip and frowns slightly at the taste and then turns his attention to the Lord depbating the merits of Mercy. His eyes glance about and spot his aide walking about. A ammused grin comes across his face as he watches him passively.

Alasdair comes to stand behind a lovely young woman who is seated and enjoying a glass of wine as she listens to the debate. Eer the opportunist, the young Commander\'s Aide stands tall enough above and behind her to have an interesting view. Raising both dark brows, his drink for the moment forgotten, Alasdair tries not to gape down the front of the woman\'s gown.

Taking a small sip of wine as she awaits the next words of the knight, Aearwen glances once again at those gathered. Her smile is warm as her gaze falls upon many a familiar face. A frown does flit across the beauty of her face as she makes note of two man at arms in the back laughing, frowning and shaking her head, her attention is once again drawn to Lord Girithlin.

[Thorondur(#13821)] \"I will offer as proof,\" says Thorondur, \"Three instances in which the Valar might have shown mercy, yet none was given I will then assert three other instances of seeming mercy, and seek to disprove them at the last I shall pose my final conclusion. To begin, citing the Feanorian Dialogues composed at Himring by Maedhros, Son of Feanor, wherein these very issues were explored by Feanor\'s Son using the personae of his Father and the Black Enemy as foils.\"

[Aiwe(#28935)] \"Has he died then?\" sounds a cantankerous voice from the back, \"I may well be laid to my final rest ere we are rewarded with the Girithlin\'s ruminations on the machinations of Elves.\" The voice falls into dark muttering, something about eggshells in the tarts, as Thorondur resumes his speech.

Alasdair continues to stand just behind and slightly at an angle to Aearwen. He remembers to sip his wine, suddenly having a long gulp of it. The young man licks his lips but keeps his place, taking a quick sweeping glance over the room before he glances down once more. Having enough sense not to be -too- obvious for survial sake, the Commander\'s Aide reluctantly moves along, looking for other entertainments as he idly listens to the debate.

[Thorondur(#13821)] \"The threefold instances then: The Doom of Mandos, where the Noldor were consigned to their fate by the Valar the War of Wrath, the conclusion of which yet forbade the return of Curufin\'s son, Felagund\'s daughter,\" explains Thorondur, unaware of any uncouth commentary as he addresses Aearwen, \"...and any other of the rebellious Noldor finally, the mission of Voronwe, messenger of Turgon, who was allowed no passage unto the Blessed Realm in seven attempts. Do the Valar know Mercy at all, or is it a machination of the Elves indeed?\"

[Thorondur(#13821)] \"Then,\" adds Thorondur, \"Are the Three Merciful Acts, which are no things of mercy at all, as Maedhros revealed to \'Feanor\' through the character of the Enemy: The invitation of the Valar to the Eldar, which gave them not mercy yet robbed them of the bliss of this Middle-Earth the heroism of Earendil, who was not first messenger to their realm but ninth, after Voronwe\'s seven, and Tuor and the Breaking of Thangorodrim, which not done from mercy for Elves and Men but, rather, out of their duty as guardians of Arda, which mantle they had not yet lain down.\"

Galdorim \'s eyes follow the young Alasdair more cafefully as he realized what his aide was doing. A deep fown crosses the Commander\'s face as has seemed to of forgottent he debate and concentrating on the actions of this young man. Looks at him with a disappoving glare as he looks to see if he notices his employer\'s disappproving gaze.

[Thorondur(#13821)] \"Thus, I cannot assert that Mercy is a thing known by the Powers at all,\" Thorondur concludes, \"And is therefore not a real thing of Arda as all else we know, but a creation of the Elves.\"

\"And yes,\" he adds as he returns to his seat, \"I am well aware that I have argued the part of Melkor. Will any among you argue the part of Feanor?\" Grinning slyly, the young lord at long last sits down.

Alasdair finishes his wine glass and deftly leaves it on a small, ornately carved, table at the elbow of another young woman. She seems to take no notice as the Aide swipes her own goblet of wine and walks around behind her to come to stand next to some man he doesn\'t know. Almost absently he listens to the debate and look around the room. It is only then that the amused Aide notices the evil eye of Galdorim - thereby quafing down the second glass of wine and attempting a weak smile. Before the Commander might direct Alasdair to come to him, the lad hands a server his second empty glass and turns as though to speak

to the man about something to eat.

Nodding her head as she listens to the words of Lord Girithlin, Aearwen is unaware of much else in the room, save the deep thoughts issued by the knight. Her brow does rise at he continues, a slight question in her sea blue eyes. Suddenly breaking free of her engrossment, Aearwen does glance around the room once again, just in time to catch the glare of Galdorim. A slight raising of one shoulder as she quesions him without words, she realizes that Lord Girithlin has finished speaking and her hands come together quickly to applaud his words. \"That was a very interesting view of mercy, M\'Lord, thank you for your sharing that with all of us.\" A smile does curve her lips as she nods her head towards Celeband. A small wave of her hand in gesture to the floor, \"May we now hear your words on mercy?\"

[Celeband(#28487)] Then Celeband rose, sacker of cities, deep grey his eyes, lordly his visage. \"Lord Sirion\'s points are familiar,\" he begins, his voice thunderous deep. \"One might even say that they are dogmatic, and that they give credit to his schooling. Lord Thorondur, too, holds a view similar to mine--but he misunderstands the quality of Mercy. I will take an opposing position.\"

\"First!\" says Celeband, eyes flashing as he speaks, \"that virtues--Mercy included--must be the driving force of all action, not to be set aside for any reason. Mercy is binding on the good man, at all times.\"

\"Second! That Eru is the master in all things, and so His servants follow His designs. The actions of Him and His highest servants must be the final guide for men. Men may lack room in their hearts for forgiveness, but Eru does not. Any suggestion that things are otherwise is--I beg your pardon, Lord Thorondur, but it must be said!--blasphemy, as it suggests that we men are more virtuous than they. Was this thinking not the very tragedy of Numenor? Rather, than saying that a virtue is lacking in the hearts of the Vala, we must instead look

for the higher ways in which it expresses itself.\"

\"Third!\" he finishes, a wolflike grin touching the corners of his mouth, \"that these two points thus established demands this unavoidable conclusion: Mercy requires the slaughter of your foes.\"

[Thorondur(#13821)] A burst of laughter peals forth from the Lord Girithlin! Thorondur can barely control himself, slapping his knee in great amusement at Celeband\'s final point. \"Bravo, sir knight! Well said!\"

Sirion the Elder raises his eyebrows slowly and holds up a glass of wine, \"An interesting notion - but should have mercy been shown to Numenor I wonder...?\"

Celeband bows to Lord Girithlin, and more briefly to the Elder. \"There will be time for -that- question in the debate proper,\" he answers with a smile, resuming his chair.

Thorondur\'s laughter tails off at the Lord Sirion\'s query, and straightening his back, his eyes cut to the elder knight in curiosity. \"A worthy question... perhaps our next competitor will see fit to address it.\"

Sirion the Elder nods and leans back stiffly, \"Or that should be answered in the rebuttal stage.\"

Maernus hears Lord Thorondur\'s statement and glances over at him. He seems to shift uneasily agaisnt the wall now. A servent brings the request he previously stated and he smiles and accepts it thankfully and then turns to the lady Aearwen.

Gweneth remains slient, her features betraying nothing of her mind. She sips slowly from her glass, watching the exchange of the men.

[Galdorim(#22020)] As Alasdair\'s back is turns to his employer, Galdorim stands up quickly and strides over towards his mischievous young aide. His large hand reaches out to be places on Alasdair\'s shoulder. His deep voice say softly, but with a disapproving tone. \"Alasdair, You should sit with me and listen to the

debate. It is most interesting.\" His voice is soft yet forcefull as he looks down at his aide.

Alasdair almost leaps out of his young skin as a hand is laid -firmly- upon his shoulder. Having just been about to take a long step away from the server, the young man\'s awkward and sudden halt of motion betrays a marionette-like quality in Galdorim\'s hand. Turning his head such that it whips about on his thin neck, an excellant and very well practiced dissembling face of pure innocence confronts the Commander, \"But, Sir, I be just inquir\'n if there be sup tae be found here. Might I be allowed tae eat \'fore I join you, Sir?\"

Aearwen brings her hands up to once again applaud the words of another

competitor. Smiling at Celeband she says softly, \"Quite an interesting view on mercy. Thank you for sharing those words with us all.\" Her eyes follow the man as he returns to his seat, thoughtful for a moment in time she turns her attention back to those present. \"Lady Gweneth, shall we now hear your words on mercy?\"

Holding her hand to stay Gweneth for a moment, she rises from her

chair, \"Excuse me for one minute please\" Walking quickly to where Galdorim and his assistant are her words hiss out softly, \"What is going on here? If there is a problem can you please take it out of this room so the debate can continue?\" Frowning at first one man and then the other.

Gweneth looks with a curious eye as Aearwen moves to speak to Galdorim. She calls out, \"I shall await with my words till you are ready, my cousin.\" Again she sips at her drink, crossing her arms as she waits.

Alasdair now stands quietly abashed, looking confused and innocent of any wrong doing, large brown eyes peeping out from beneath strands of his brown hair. Otherwise the young man is dressed tidily enough as he looks from the woman to the man he had only moments before spoke quietly to.

[Celeband(#28487)] The knight Celeband peers over his shoulder at the

barbarians of Minas Tirith. Shaking his head, he offers a signifigant glance to the other knights in the competition.

[Thorondur(#13821)] Clearing his throat, Thorondur half-makes to stand with a glance at Sirion the veteran knight sits beside him. Dark, slender eyebrows rising curiously, he says, \"My lady Bragollach, if there is some manner of disturbance that needs be removed....\"

Sirion the Elder snaps his fingers and his retainers surround him. He motions to the Lady, \"Go to the Lady and do as she bids. If figures of ill-repute have come hither to disturb our meditations then they shall face the wroth of the Isilrim.\"

Galdorim looks as if he was baout to tell his aide something as Lady Aearwen hisses spitefully at him. His blue eyes lock on Aearwen lovely blue-green one. He sees the disapproval in her eyes and hears the rude comments made from the others. His large hand grip Alasdair\'s neck as he says deeply . \"I was just leaving and going to correct this young man\'s behavior. Please excuse me if I disrupted the debate.\" He then turns with the young lad\'s neck pinched between his large hand.

[Sirion the Elder(#16476)] The retainers bow and say as one to Sirion, \"Yes m\'lord.\" They then bump into eachother as they make their way over toward Aearwen.

[Alasdair(#28737)] The young man in question has his eyes wide at the hand upon the back of his neck, now very much honestly confused at what he did wrong. Having enough sense to go quietly and not open his mouth, Alasdair goes with his Commander, proceeding Galdorim out of the Parlour without any choice in the matter. The youth looks distinctly as though his feelings were hurt, not to mention clueless.

[Aiwe(#28935)] The words of Gweneth are echoed from the back. \"And I shall wait with my drink and,\" the feeble voice sniffs contemptuously, \"this inexcusably small pastry until some quality of presumptive Mercy be shown and the debate continue ere the cock crows another morn.\"

[Thorondur(#13821)] Seeing that the Isilrim retainers will have any disturbance well in hand, Thorondur relaxes in his seat and returns Celeband\'s look with one of muted amusement. \"A good squire is behaved too well for me to consider taking him in hand,\" he tells the other. \"I wonder at their discipline do you think it is borne of fear or respect, or some smattering of both?\"

[Celeband(#28487)] \"Given the choice between the two,\" Celeband replies drily, \"I have always preferred fear. The other follows, with time.\"

Maernus looks at the retainers of Sirion and smiles as the bump into each other. He slowly brings the container from the servent and places it into his pack. He places his empty wine glass on a nearby tray and then begins to watch

Aearwen\'s word bark out sharply as she continues, \"Then get him out of here now before anymore damage is done. I am of the opinion that he should not be wandering about unattended Galdorim.\" Taking a deep breath she speaks to the retainers of Sirion, \"Everything is fine, thank you, no...nothing more is to be done. Please return to your Lords side.\" Her eyes follow Galdorim and the young boy out of the room and then does she return to her seat. Taking a sip of wine before words are spoken she finally says, \"Please forgive the small delay.\"

Snapping her fingers to the servants, \"See to it that everyone has fresh drinks and refreshments, immediately.

[Sirion the Elder(#16476)] The retainers bow to Aearwen and creep back behind Lord Sirion. They promptly whip out notepads and fans and begin that sychophantic work they do so well.

Thorondur answers with a small smile, his eyes trailing the Men of Anor from the room though his body remains seated. \"I might suppose,\" is his half-hearted agreement, \"Though for myself, I have had no squire since Calladan was raised to knighthood. I was far too wilfull in my own youth to perform well as a teacher.\"

[Gweneth(#17847)] As Lady Aearwen retakes her seat, Gweneth raises an eyebrow, \"Are you ready for my words, dear?\"

A brief nod of her head and a smile once again upon her lovely visage, Aearwen does say, \"Please Lady Gweneth, do tell us your thoughts on mercy.\"

Gweneth clears her throat quietly before beginning. She chuckles slightly, \"So many points to comment on, forgive me if I do not elaborate on one point for too long or if I begin to get a bit incoherent,\" she sighs, smiles and begins, \"I would first begin with a disagreement with Lord Sirion in that mercy is a limited action, and in doing so, lending myself to agreeing with Thorondur somewhat. Mercy is a choice that can come in several forms: when one shows forbearance to inflict harm under circumstances of provocation or when one has the power to inflict it compassionate treatment of an offender or adversary. In both of these, Lord Girithlin\'s word hold true and his explanation of the elves creation of showing mercy to your foe may be sound, but also, mercy is the compassionate treatment of the unfortunate and helpless, a disposition to exercise compassion one might say. Tending the sick, feeding the hungry, giving drink to the thirsty, clothing the naked, housing the homeless and even in

burying the dead. All of these are merciful, yet, one would not say that in all these, that who you are merciful to is your enemy. In this, mercy has no limit, save for the choices of the one being merciful. Each man, or woman, has the free will to give another mercy, even to Uldarth of Old if one so chooses. And as for Celeband\'s word, whether slaying your foes is merciless or mercy, is in itself a debate for like many virtues, mercy holds in its hands, not just black and white, but a myriad of grays.\" She pauses, catching her breath, \"As for

mercy being a thing of the world, I know no valar that ride in the coach of Minas Tirith, but I see how it is not something that was created in this world, regardless that men built the machine in this case. The Valar too made a choice, in those cases choosing not to have mercy, and nothing more.\" She finishes, by reaching for her glass and taking a long sip of brandy.

[Thorondur(#13821)] \"Then when, I wonder,\" queries Thorondur of Gweneth, rubbing his chin as he studies the tall woman for the first time, \"Do the Valar choose to show it?\"

Sirion the Elder says slowly, not being able to contain a retort, \"But surely the Lady will admit that not all men have free will. Was not Turin doomed? Was not it the fate of Earendil to guard the doors of night? Did not Ulmo forsee the coming of Tuor?\"

[Celeband(#28487)] \"You have listed a number of things which are considered mercy,\" Celeband offers to Gweneth, by way of his own comments. \"But if you wish to debate the matter in this fundamental way, you will need to tell us what the essential quality of mercy -is-. It is not enough to list examples: do you have a definition?\"

Gweneth let\'s out a light laugh, \"If I were Valar, I would answer. But one as humble as I would do no such thing as to presume to know the minds of the Valar.\" She then turns her focus on Sirion, \"We are born into free will, the chains that bind a man are put on by the actions of one, not by birth.\" She takes another sip before answering Celeband.

Aearwen\'s eyes follow her cousin, Lady Gweneth as she takes her seat. Her hands do applaud the woman\'s words, but a questioning look does fill her eyes. Softly do the words come from Aearwen, \"My surprise is great Gweneth, thank you for your words.\" Listening to the words of Sirion, Thorondur, Celeband and Gweneth as they discuss the pro\'s and con\'s of mercy, Aearwen\'s eyes are thoughtful, but no word does she add to the discussion.

[Gweneth(#17847)] \"As for defining mercy, I believe I did so serveral times for it is all that I said and more,\" Gweneth replies, \"But I think I would sum it up with mercy being a disposition to exercise compassion. Though, it would be easy to add more to it than just that, but I suppose that most of us want to sleep some time tonight.\"

[Aiwe(#28935)] \"Blessed are the plain-spoken,\" chuckles the voice, its words perhaps slightly slurred, \"for it is revealed that Mercy is but a privilege of the powerful, and its dispensation must always therefore be in limited measure because. . . \"

The voice trails off, and then quavers in outrage, \"Where are those cursed servants, bequeathing but one cream puff to the hour, is this not proof of the mercilessness of Men?\"

When silence does once again fill the parlour, save the slight tinkle of glass and whispers, Aearwen looks to Maernus with a smile, \"Now, the final competitor in the first round of our debate. Would you please step forth and tell us your view on mercy?\"

[Thorondur(#13821)] \"One might say that your sudden fondness for religion disguises a lack of recollection, my dear lady,\" Thorondur gently prod Gweneth, his tone that of slight amusement, \"...insofar as actual instances of Valarin mercy are concerned.\" Yet when Maernus is called, he does quiet.

[Maernus(#17520)] \"I would be honored to add my view to that of the great and knowledgable that have spoken before I.\" Maernus says as he takes his place, like the others before him. \"My view agrees and disagrees on different points with those of others. Mercy is something, that when shown in battle, is not an excuse to forgive your enemy, but something to amend wrongs with allies and friends. For, no mercy is shown to the Goblins, nor the Southrons. However, Mercy is asked for in friendly duels and when fighting agaisnt allies or friends. As for the Valar, I am not of them, but I shall wager that they show not mercy. I say this for that they are great and when they disagree and fight,

continents can sink with their anger. In such fighting, there is no room for that kind of mercy.\" He stops and breathes in slowly before continuing with his view...

[Galdorim(#22020)] Quietly re-entering the parlor is Galdorim. He looks about quietly and looks as though he was slightly embarrased at his aide\'s behavior. He makes his way back to his seat and sits down. He looks towards Maernus as he listens to his words on mercy.

Nodding her head as one of the servants motions to the back of the room, Aearwen gives him an affirmation answer as she listens the words of Maernus.

With as little noise as possible the massive table to the back of the room is filled with many tempting treats. The aroma of freshly baked pies, breads and an assortment of delicious smells began to waft through the room. Many people turn to stare at the lavish buffet that is being prepared for the short intermission after Maernus does complete his views on mercy.

Wincing as the clatter of a dish rings out in the room, Aearwen\'s eyes cut back to the servants with a show of disapproval clouding her sea blue eyes. Her eyes remain on the offending servant for a long moment before she once again turns to the words of Maernus.

[Aiwe(#28935)] Little chortles of delight greet the laying of the table, replaced by murmured commentary on the offerings. A gasp of dismay, and a lady draws back, bumping slightly into the lord behind her, who hastily shifts aside with apologies, trodding unfortunately upon the toe of another, and so on, until a small path is cleared, and there at its end, a strange and stooped figure may be espied,

hopping from tray to tray, the tufts of its hair standing in drunken attention from its head, and its long knobby finger adorned by the creams of a dozen tarts.

[Maernus(#17520)] \"Yet however, there is another form of Mercy. A mercy not of true mercy, but of duty. To defend and share with those who deserve, yet do not have, something they need to continue their lives. For Example...\" Maernus\'s speach continues now, \"...giving shelter or a warm blanket to the cold or homeless. For, through such an act, they may do the same to you in your own time of need. By feeding a poor man, he may live to someday save you, by feeding you or cause the dagger in the night to stray away from you. That, is no true mercy, but a duty to serve Gondor. Yet, it is still mercy, for we would not show that to the traitors, nor other enemies of Gondor, only to our friends and allies. So, with that, I finish my humbled opening on mercy. As for the defintion of mercy, it is the act to begin amends with friends or allies in battle, or a duty to serve Gondor when showing mercy to those with needs that without, they will not live.\" Maernus slowly starts back towards the wall again...

[Thorondur(#13821)] \"Yet I wonder,\" murmurs Thorondur, \"If the truly merciful would not indeed show that same kindness to traitors, or the defeated foeman? Ah well,\" he says, rising and stretching his supple limbs in the moment before

Aearwen calls for intermission, \"That is one we shall address in the next round, I think.\"

[Celeband(#28487)] \"Your definition of mercy is giving people what they

deserve?\" asks Celeborn, a smile touching his lips.

Rising from her seat, the shimmering satin of her gown catching the light of the lantern as once again her hands applaud, Aearwen says, \"Thank you for your participation Maernus.\" Smiling as her eyes go to those in the crowd she says, \"Now, I would ask that we take a short pause before the second part of our debate does continue. A fine array of treats has been laid on the back tables. I would ask that everyone fill a plate, refresh their beverages...not to mention stretch your legs\", laughing softly as she continues, \"Now please, enjoy a tempting treat before we hear the final arguments on the true meaning of mercy.\"

Gweneth nods, \"Indeed, my stomache cries out for a break from this thick smoke of words.\" She finishes her glass, handing it off to one of her retainers and begins to slowly move towards the back of the room, pursing her lips slightly at the sound of yet another disturbance.

[Thorondur(#13821)] Slipping quickly through the crowd, Thorondur dons his cap once more and excuses himself from the parlour. Apparently, he will not be seeking refreshment during his intermission, the young Lord Girithlin...

Whatever can he be up to?

Sirion smirks in his seat. Silent as he was for a long while he takes a draught of wine to prepare for the next round. He then says softly to Girithlin, \"The views were apt enough and some have indeed shown their schooling. I had no idea that you were familiar with the Dialogues, was your second argument drawn from the Dialects of Amandil?\"

Smiling as those gathered rise from their seats after such a long time of attentiveness to the speakers, Aearwen moves to talk to those that wait to reach the tables. Her soft laugh rings out as she speaks to some of her favorites, the golden pins in her auburn hair shining in the well lit room. Her hand rises suddenly as she calls a servant over, \"Make sure everyone has enough to eat and drink, I do not wish to see an empty tray on that table.\" The smile never leaving her face as her words are spoken to the servant. Mingling through the crowd, her eyes do look for one person in particular and her eyes alight with warmth as they find the tall Commander of the Minas Tirith Guard.

Celeband remains seated as well, not deigning to join the press for the buffet. \"I too was impressed by his argument,\" he remarks to Sirion, when it is clear that Lord Girithlin is not present to make answer. \"But alas! The folly of a great man is equal to that of a thousand fools. We will be hard pressed to ward off his particular blasphemy, and reclaim virtue for the Vala, in the next phase.\"

Galdorim stands back up upon hears the call for the intermission. He looks towards Aearwen and gives her a cutting look of disappointment. He then turns and heads towards the table of refreshement and waits for his turn to get a small plate of treats. He get s large glass of brandy and makes his way back to his chair.

Sirion nods with sagacity to Celeband, \"Yes Lord. Our work is now hard pressed and now we must redouble our efforts. It is always the peculiar trait of his kin to argue in such a fashion.\"

Gweneth moves slowly till she stands behind Aearwen, a retainer coming to her side to replace her glass. Her voice calls from behind Lady Aearwen warmly, \"Can you hold off your seaching for young men in uniforms for a momment to give your cousin a hug, dear Aearwen?\"

[Celeband(#28487)] \"It seems he has swayed the youth, at least,\" Celeband offers to Lord Sirion. \"But I will not fret over such things: truth will become manifest in the hearts of reasonable men. It takes only the disciplined approach. But tell me! Your own school is clear: with whom do you school the youth of your house? I have a nephew coming of the age such as to begin his studies.\"

The warmth in Aearwen\'s eyes turns deadly cold as Galdorim gives her a

disapproving look, her brow raises for a moment as he turns away and then her attention is captured by Gweneth. Turning in surprise at the woman\'s words, Aearwen looks at her for a moment and says, \"Tis been many months since my eyes have seen you cousin. As I recall, it was at the ruins in Osgiliath and we left one another with bitter words between us.\" Her hands reach up to rest on Gweneth\'s arms as she continues, \"Many nights have I thought about those words

and thought many times to write you...but alas, words of such do not belong on paper, but spoken from the heart.\" With that, her cheek rests against Gweneth\'s for a moment, \"My heart is gladdened to see you again, dear cousin.\'

[Maernus(#17520)] Standing from his position at the wall. Maernus slowly walks towards Aearwen. He stands a few feet off, while others occupy her. He withdraws the container from his pack and walks off towards the food, as he ees Gweneth and Aearwen start a deep hearted thing, for which he should never interrupt.

Sirion sighs and looks distant, \"Alas for the folk of my house and my heirs.\" These last words he says bitterly but goes no further. Rather he says, \"The Isilrim traditionally are schooled by the sages in Edhellond. Some of that number are sent to Minas Tirith after their studies to serve in the wars on the Marches.\"

Gweneth kisses Aearwen lightly on the cheek, \"The bitterness was only for the momment, my cousin. Tell me, how have you been?\" She tilts her head slightly, \"There seems to be a bit more wisdom behind those eyes,\" she grins with a wink, \"But only a bit.\"

Celeband bows his head, an unspoken apology between veterans for having tred unknowing upon a difficult subject. \"Yes,\" he agrees, \"service is important in the education of the young! Yet I have just come from Caldur. That was no place for young men it was a graveyard, even for the valiant.\"

Sirion nods and sighs, \"Alas for the ill-laid plans of Indilzar. Too late were his bold strokes. Perhaps ten years ago, or more his plan would have been aright. But now the carrion flies high over Caldur and the unquiet dead arise.\"

Aearwen laughs softly as she replies to the teasing from Gweneth, \'These eyes have seen much since we last spoke. We shall have to set up a tea in the very near future. I shall have my lady in waiting look at my appointment book and see when I am next free.\" Bending her head closer to Gweneths she says softly, News of House Bragollach is of course, first of importance to me.\"

[Galdorim(#22020)] Feeling slightly out of place, Galdorim quietly watches the Nobles of Dol Amroth mingle. He takes small bites of his treats and sips his brandy as he idily listens to various conversations. He looks towards Aearwen and Gweneth for a while talk. He sighs and shakes his head as he waits for the debates to start up again.

[Thorondur(#13821)] Returning to the parlour with several tomes under his left arm, Thorondur of the Girithlins seems well-prepared for the second round of the debate, to judge by appearances. Smiling wanly around the room, the young lord helps himself to a goblet of wine before taking his seat once more.

Gweneth chuckles, \"When you are free? Then, how about you stop by my chambers when you pass them and I shall have tea waiting. I rarely leave them these days and would enjoy the company. And we shall speak of news and,\" again she grins, \"More important things I am sure.\" She hugs Aearwen once more then turns and heads back to her spot on the floor.

Partaking of none of the buffet laid out for the guests, Aearwen continues to mingle and talk to those gathered. Finally the lines before the tables are empty and everyone has once again returned to their seats. Smiling as she once again stands in front of the crowd she says, \"I do hope you enjoyed the fine east laid out by the Prince of Dol Amroth, let it not be said that his guests are well attended too. \" Smiling as she notes the relaxed faces of everyone but the participants she says, \"We come to a most interesting part of the debate now, the open forum. \" Eyeing those involved one by one she says, \"I would ask that we keep this to a gentle roar and as civil as possible. Speaking in turn and not interupting. Now, with that said, participants, ...take to the floor with your final arguments on mercy.\" Settling back in her chair she smiles softly as a servant brings refreshments for her own enjoyment.

[Celeband(#28487)] \"Since it appears Lord Girithlin has come prepared to make material points,\" notes Celeband from his chair, \"I will ceed to him the right to speak first. Let us hear what he has gone to such pains to document for us.\"

[Thorondur(#13821)] For his part, Thorondur remains quite relaxed indeed, leant back in his seat as one by one, he makes a slow study of his fellow competitors. Smiling laconically to himself, it is clear the Lord Girithlin has no intention of going first.Thorondur arches an eyebrow, looking curiously to Aearwen.

Sirion smiles to himself and says taking up his wine, \"Let him go then. I long to hear the words of our good friend Girithlin.\"

Amused eyes do cut to Thorondur as Aearwen takes a dainty bite of food and delicately wipes her mouth with a fine linen napkin. Swallowing quickly as the knight looks to her in question, her hand waves, \"This part of the debate is an open forum, speak as you will.\" Smiling sweetly as her eyes flash to the young Lord Girithlin in amusement.

Gweneth smiles at Aearwen, \"If a momment is given to collect my thoughts, I will begin, dear cousin.\" She sets down her glass, folding her hands over her high waistline.

Maernus seems intrigued by the words of the nobles and finishes his second glass of wine for the night. He looks around, to see who shall open the round and speak their mind first.

[Thorondur(#13821)] With a reluctant sigh, Thorondur rises and makes a perfect bow. \"With all due respect to my comrades in knighthood, I too would cede this right to the Lady Gweneth. Is it not among the finer points of chivalry to do so?\"

Sirion laughs for a moment, \"Oh let us show Girithlin \'mercy\'! By all means let the fair Lady Gweneth speak!\"

[Celeband(#28487)] Inclining his chin, Celeband offers agreement to the point. \"Let us allow the lady to speak first,\" he concurs. \"And young Maernus, after. We will call it \'compassion\'... or shall we say it is giving what is deserved?\"

The laughter of Aearwen does ring out, like the tinkling of a fine silver bell, \"How gracious of you men to allow my fair cousin the Lady Gweneth to speak first. I do wonder, if that also, mercy?\" Her eyes snap as they look at the faces of the other participants.

Galdorim \'s deep blue eyes look at the Noble that are to afraid to speak first. He smiles to himself and shakes his head slightly. He looks at Aearwen with a look of slight confusion and then looks to the Lady Gweneth to hear her initial words.

Maernus glances to the Lord Celeband, \"Good lord, I believe you misunderstood my words, but, I shall try to explain them more completely, if they have confused you so.\"

[Thorondur(#13821)] \"I would agree that is a thing of mercy, to allow the lady her first words ere our own debates further cloud the subject,\" Thorondur asserts.

Looking to Gweneth, the noble woman does inquire of her cousin, \"Shall you show mercy and deliver them of the task of being first in the final argument?\" The amusement crinkles the corners of Aearwen\'s eyes as she speaks to Gweneth.

Gweneth sighs mockingly, \"I suppose so...\" her lips curving into a grin.

Dainty fingers pick up her silver fork and take another small bite of the food on her plate as Aearwen awaits the words of Gweneth. Pleasure does slip over her face as the noble woman accepts the chivalry of the men and deems to speak first.

[Aiwe(#28935)] A grunt and then a strained apology. The black-garbed connoisseur secures his place in the first ring of spectators, settling with luxuriant sigh upon the recently vacated settee. Upon his wrinkled lip, quivers a small mound of cream, impossible that the figure not mark its presence, bobbing and jiggling with his every movement, and thus it must be assumed an odd provisioning tactic, a hedge against times of lack when a bit of sweet upon a man\'s lip might be just the

thing to sustain him through difficult times.

[Gweneth(#17847)] \"The quality of mercy is not strain\'d, It droppeth as the gentle rain from heaven Upon the place beneath. It is twice blest: It blesseth him that gives and him that takes. \'T is mightiest in the mightiest: it becomes The throned monarch better than his crown

His sceptre shows the force of temporal power, The attribute to awe and majesty, Wherein doth sit the dread and fear of kings But mercy is above this sceptred sway, It is enthroned in the hearts of kings,

It is an attribute to the Valar themselves And earthly power doth then show likest the Valar\'s, When mercy seasons justice. Therefore, Sir,

Though justice be thy plea, consider this, That in the course of justice none of us Should see salvation: we do pray for mercy

And that same prayer doth teach us all to render The deeds of mercy.

These words of a text of a playwright whose name escapes me with this glass of brandy, speak of Kings and of Justice and with it the very nature of mercy. In Thorondur\'s words, he says there is no mercy for the Valar have shown known, but can one state that if there is peace there is no such thing as war? No, indeed not, the very existence of actions that defy mercy define its existence. And mercy is not a thing to bestow mealy on friends and those who /deserve/ it, no, I recede back to my point that it is a choice on the one with the power to bestow it or not. I know of a Haradrim that the Steward of Gondor himself released from bondage with little more than an oath from her lips. I have seen our fair Prince on more than one occasion bestow his mercy onto those who have shown themselves to be enemies. So, I would dispel that mercy is for only the good, the deserving. Mercy is nobility\'s true badge.\" Again she quotes, \"No ceremony that to great ones \'longs, Not the king\'s crown, nor the deputed sword, The marshal\'s truncheon, nor the judge\'s robe, Become them with one half so good a grace As mercy does\" Mercy should be held at every position in life and looked upon not as a burden, but as a necessity of goodness. But the true challenge is not what is mercy, for we have all designed a plan for that this night, but when to temper mercy with justice.

[Thorondur(#13821)] First there is the sound of light clapping from Thorondur, and then he speaks. \"Pretty words,\" quips the Lord Girithlin, smiling lazily, \"And without a doubt in fine metre, I\'m certain. Yet I have yet to see any proof that the Valar show mercy in any form, and that the entire concept is no more than a blanket of fog over our minds. Until that is shown, by anyone in this room--anyone--I will stand by the assertation of Maedhros vis-a-vis the Black Enemy in his Dialogues.\"

[Maernus(#17520)] \"With the oath from her lips, she swore oath to the Steward and Gondor. That means she serves Gondor, is not Gondor the ally of herself?\" The lowly man-at-arms inquires. He seems very shaken as his speech is so easily discredited.

Gweneth turns to the man-at-arms, \"Would you allow any from Harad or Mordor to walk freely with such an oath?\" she counters?

[Elphir(#23270)] \"No mercy?\" a deep voice asks as a tall form enters the parlour. It is Elphir, Imrahil\'s eldest. \"Sir Thorondur, I marvel at your words.\" The prince bows a little to all present. \"Was it not mercy that allowed Elendil the Tall to sail from Numenor? Was it not also mercy that prevented the destruction of of the world when Beleriand sunk so many eons ago? Mercy has been given time and again Man is just too vain and stubborn to accept it.\"

[Sirion(#10108)] Sirion rises slowly and says, \"The matter is not one of verse as the Lady with all respect would be inclined to say. The heart of the matter is two-fold. First, is mercy virtue and is mercy valued. We have yet to even define mercy much less ascertain these deeper points. Therefore, let us first test the Lady.\" He looks to Gweneth, \"Lady, would you say that mercy is virtue?\"

A serene smile plays across the lips of Lady Aearwen as she listens to all words spoken by the participants in this open forum final debate on mercy. Her eyes focus on each speaker as words are spoken, first denouncing mercy and then acclaiming it. Her hands are folded in the soft satin pleats of her skirt as she rests comfortably. A deep voice booming from the back of the room startles the woman and she jumps from her chair, \"Good eve and welcome My lord Prince\"

Maernus rubs his chin for a moment, \"Well, I would take thought on the person\'s action, if human, if they had shown themselves to be an oathbreaker before, then I would probably not. If they had not proved that they would not follow the oath of alliship they swear, then I would. I remember that I myself have sworn an oath, and the Prince had never heard of my, so, how could he have been sure that I would not break that oath? Maernus replies.

Celeband holds both place and tongue for a the moment, waiting for these early, tangential questions to be dealt with. The heart of the matter lies all but untouched, though it has been exposed by Lord Thorondur and Lord Sirion.

Gweneth looks to Sirion, \"I would say it is a virtue, yes, though not

encompassing virtue as a whole.\" Her gaze turns to Maernus now, \"That I would

say is trust.\"

Maernus nods at Gweneth, \"Then is it not trust the Stweard gave to that

Haradrim, rather than mercy?\" he says this with a slight smile.

[Elphir(#23270)] \"Good eve,\" Elphir replies quietly to Aearwen, and sits in his appointed chair. To the mediator of the discussion he turns now, and asks quietly, \"Are we then on the second debate now?\"

Gweneth shakes her head at Maernus, lowering her voice to a more common

conversation level, \"Eventually, yes, but what stopped him from giving the justified ruling of death that any of our other enemies would recieve?\" She pauses briefly, \"Mercy.\"

[Aiwe(#28935)] Provoked perhaps by the rambling thread of discourse, the aged figure hops to its feet, one pant leg hiked high to reveal blue-veined ankle, scolding, \"Did not Daeron of Doriath defeat this heresy in his oft-overlooked minor classic, A Secret Virtue, wherein he reminded . . . . .\"

He freezes, his beady black eyes fixed, it might seem, upon the bedizened bosom of a lady, resplendent in jewel-encrusted finery, a flawless gem of nobility, save for the not insignificant flake of pastry which rests upon those alabaster curves. His lips bestir themselves, \". . . . impossible that she not mark its presence. . . .\" he murmurs as he favors her with the smile of a co-conspirator, for surely here is a woman of rare preparedness and forethought.

And thus he remains in rapt reverie, settling shakily down upon the settee.

Taking her chair after Elphir has taken his own appointed seat, Aearwen leans towards him and speaks, \"Yes, M\'Lord, this is the open forum part of the final debate. It has been a most interesting evening with varied points of views and counterpoints. I regret that you were not able to attend the entire event.\" Her attention is drawn by the words of Gweneth and she smiles as the woman faces these strong male forces in an argument on the true meaning of mercy.

[Maernus(#17520)] \"And yet, somehow, I think not mercy. For, if you have captured something, do you not first think of what you can do with it, before, throwing it away?\" Maernus again, repling to the Gweneth, \"Not that I would no much of such things, for I am no noble.\"

Thorondur merely sits now, awaiting the words of Sirion the Elder, for it is to that man that he gives his rapt attention. The Lady Gweneth and the man-at-arms, Maernus, he seems for the moment to have disregarded.

Elphir smiles and nods to Aearwen, and then returns his gaze to the current speaker, politely not looking at the aged figure as strangely as others might after than random outburst. \"Nobility is found in the hearts, not the blood,\" he counters Maernus quietly, but refrains from making his own comments on the question.

Gweneth shrugs, continuing her small conversation with Maernus, nodding towards

Elphir on his comment then adding, \"The Steward held her in custody then released her. She serves no purpose for Gondor any more save her own. I was quite surprised when I learned of the facts some time ago but I see no other conclution than my own.\"

Sirion clears his throat for a moment, \"Lady Gweneth, as much as I appreciate your candor, please address the question in issue. For while long speech may say much, men are brief and therefore their words should carry this brevity.\"

Gweneth smiles at Sirion, \"I answered your question some time ago, but in this den of noise, I could see how it could be lost. Indeed, it is a virtue, though it does not encompass all virtue.\"

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Elphir nods slowly as he hears Gweneth\'s answer, seemingly at least somewhat pleased by her response. \"Well said, or seemingly so, Chamberlain. I apologize, for I am late in coming, but I must first know this: have we hitherto defined what \'mercy\' and \'virtue\' are? Without these definitions, are not all subsequent arguments immaterial?\"

Sirion nods and motions to a retainer to hand him a kerchief. Sirion begins to slowly wipe his ears as he says, \"Forgive me Lady, for my old ears do not hear as they did aforetime. Yet would you also say that the Valar are the epitome of virtue?\"

Celeband continues quietly for a moment more, but it is clearly written upon his face that he is considering the question with care. Soon he will have something to say--perhaps much.

Turning to Elphir with a look of interest, Aearwen says softly, \"Would you care to take the floor and define those words as you see them?\" Her smile is warm as she continues, \'All gathered here would be eager to hear your words\"

[Gweneth(#17847)] \"Oh, I would say no such thing,\" Gweneth replies, \"I would say that their will and comprehension are beyond the scope of man. Who are we to judge them merciful or no? Moral or no? Virtuous or no? I say, we are not.\"

[Elphir(#23270)] \"Would I?\" Elphir smiles and shakes his head, \"No, I would not. I do not profess to know such things I come here to learn, not to teach. Let the wise teach, and the ignorant learn. Lord Isilrim,\" the prince turns to Sirion, \"Do you know what mercy and virtue are?\"

[Thorondur(#13821)] Clearing his throat, the Lord Girithlin mildly tells Prince Elphir, \"The Lord Isilrim has been attempting to define mercy for the assemblage, Highness, but the constant digressions of others have been hampering his efforts.\"

[Elphir(#23270)] \"Then let him speak now, and without interference. I for one wish to learn.\" Elphir says with finality, and turns an attentive ear toward Sirion the Elder.

Sirion stands up grimly and says, \"Mercy is what my Lord says it is - but if I am Lord, it is the act of showing clemency shown upon those who have done ill. Virtue, is simply defined as Eru Illuvatar.\"

Celeband considers the point, scratching his chin. His rumbling voice fills the hall. \"I might disagree,\" he says. \"Though it would take a moment to explain myself clearly.\"

[Elphir(#23270)] \"So mercy then is a thing which is relative?\" Elphir asks the older man. \"It is different between common man and noble? Indeed,\" he turns to Celeband, \"Let us hear your argument.\"

[Gweneth(#17847)] A slight smile forms on Gweneth\'s lips from behind her glass as she drinks. She lowers it then turns to Celeband for his words.

Sirion motions to Celeband, \"At your pleasure sir.\"

[Celeband(#28487)] Celeband rises to his feet, attempting to draw the eyes of men so that they will hear his words. \"Let us not be confused by the rising in this discourse of many things... clothes for the poor, food for the hungry, clemency for the evil, gentle rain for the oppressed. All these things are examples of specific acts of mercy, but they lack the universiality which must be the hallmark of a final definition.

\"Let us instead examine the nature of Lord Girithlin\'s argument. The Valar, he says, are without mercy young Maernus agrees. Lady Gweneth disagrees, but can not cite examples to support herself. Well, I shall complete her argument.\"

Here he bows his head once, sharply, to the lady.

\"The Valar,\" continues Celeband, \"are the first servants of Eru. If we say that they lack mercy, then we must accept one of two consequences. Either mercy is not, in fact, a virtue--or men are more virtuous than Valar. The second point is blasphemy of the very sort which caused Numenor\'s fall: our faith compels us to bow to the Valar in wisdom, for they are closer to Eru, and can more fully see his plan.

\"As for the first point, it flies in the face of experience. None of us have suggested that mercy was no virtue. No less an authority than our Soverign Prince has declared it so, in dedicating this very tournament to Mercy\'s sweet embrace.

Celeband shakes his head. \"So if men are less virtuous than the Valar, and if mercy is indeed a virtue, mercy must be a virtue possessed by the Valar--in fact, possessed in greater measure than we.\" The knight inclines his brow to Thorondur.

Smiling with understanding as Prince Elphir declines to speak, Aearwen once again turns her rapt attention to those who debate mercy. As Lord Sirion stands to speak, her eyes widen at the simple, but profound words he speaks. Eyes flick quickly between all participants as the judge of this event takes in every word spoken.

Celeband waits a moment before continuing, that all this might sink in.

Elphir smiles to Celeband, and sensing that the knight has more to say, the prince nods for him to continue.

Thorondur\'s sapphirine eyes register, sharply, his rapid understanding of the other night\'s argument. With a curt nod, he leans forward interested, awaiting further discourse.

[Celeband(#28487)] The knight Celeband continues. \"With this matter solidly decided,\" he notes, \"new light shines on the question of the mercy of the Valar. We should not look for lesser, human--or even elvish--notions of virtue in their acts. Rather we, as pietous men, should look for lessons to greater understanding in their actions. Rather than say that they lack a fine quality which we possess, we should think instead on how their actions reveal to us a truth about that quality which mortal minds, or even elvish ones, may not reach on their own.

\"Thus the answer to Lord Thorondur\'s question: as the greatest virtue is that which is most encompassing, and as the Valar are more capable than any being save Eru of great virtue, it must be that their -every- act is a demonstration of mercy. And since their acts so often involve things we do not readily see as merciful, then the fault must lie with us--not them.

The man pauses for a moment, to allow this point also to sink in... but it is clear he has more to say, though he is winding up his argument.

Maernus grins at the Lord Celeband and doesn\'t open his mouth to disagree quite yet. He slowly starts a third drink.

[Celeband(#28487)] The knight Celeband finishes. \"Thus I maintain that we must follow their example. When Numenor turned against them, and came against their homes with ships of war, the Valar turned to Eru and He destroyed Numenor. In so doing, He cut the heart out of His foe, just as the gardener who loves his rosebush cuts it back to bare stalks. And what has come of this act? Gondor! This mighty land, for which I have shed blood in great store--for which so many of us have given our very lives. This land, where virtue remains as pure as it

may be found among men, and where we--lords and ladies--are able to take quiet moments to debate the quality of mercy.

\"Thus we have our answer: true mercy must be universal. Kindness to the enemy on the battlefield means unkindness to the weak at home who will suffer by his hand in the way of the Valar, we must strive to be universal in our application. To be merciful, in short, we must cut out the hearts of our foes.\"

[Aiwe(#28935)] The deep voice of Celeband rumbles over the thronged spectators, and a hush falls as his words weave the diverse threads of the foregoing debate into coherent tapestry. Well, nearly a hush, for there arises from the settee the rattling snores of a man lost to the world. Head slumped sideways upon frail shoulder, clawed hand falling slowly open, and there, in the growing gap of sleeve hem, pushed aside from bony wrist, comes the slow damning slide of pilfered pastries to plop one by one upon the shoe of the slumbering form.

Celeband bows his head to the patient lords and ladies. \"Thus I disagree with Lord Sirion\'s definition,\" he finishes quietly, and retakes his seat.

Gweneth tilts her head at Celeband, \"So, one could not be merciful and save your enemy at the same time?\"

Thorondur, in abject approval, leans back in his seat and in his rather typical fashion, shrugs his shoulders. Grinning boyishly, the young lord pushes the dark bangs from his brow and looks to the Lady Aearwen. \"I\'ve nothing to refute that, my lady,\" he says. \"I\'d say I\'m quite through.\"

Celeband says, \"My argument is that true mercy must have a universal

application.\" He smiles at the lady. \"Mercy to one man, even to a group of men, is a lack of mercy to others. If we are to be truly merciful, lady, we must punish the wicked, that the righteous may flourish.\"

[Elphir(#23270)] In his seat, Elphir leans forward to hear the words of Sir Celeband. As the knight finishes, Elphir rises to his feet, and claps his hands together once. \"Sir Celeband, I am moved by your words quite thoroughly, and you almost had me eating from the palm of your hand. And yet... and yet, i wonder.\"

Celeband bows to Elphir. \"In one matter Lord Sirion and I are in complete agreement,\" he says. \"The word of my Prince is final, and overrides all arguments. If you have a different opinion--I am yours to command.\"

The hand of Aearwen stills in midair with the wine glass she was bringing to her lips. Sitting the glass back down on the table beside her, she gives her undivided attention to Celeband. Leaning back against her chair with a quick out breath of air, her stunned eyes watch the man retake his seat. A soft whisper does she speak to herself, unaware of her own words, \"The universal meaning of mercy.\"

[Elphir(#23270)] \"Nay, my word is far from final,\" Elphir says quite seriously. \"I am but a man, and though gifted by the Valar with a seat of judgment, in matters of Truth and not of State, the words of a prince are of no greater worth than the words of a pauper. Your argument leads me to ask this question: how are we to judge wickedness, if we are to punish it?\"

Sirion rises again and says, \"Allow me to reply to Lord Celeband\'s points issue by issue. First I shall agree that the Valar have qualities differing from Men and in that the fate of Men is not in all of Arda. However, were not the Valar and Elves and Men all created by that same fire? Therefore, mercy should have the same definition therein.\"

\"Secondly,\" continues the Lord Isilrim, \"Since I agree with Celeband in substance if not in method I must disagree with his latter assertion. To him, the Valar are virtue, but I think the Lord Knight would readily admit that the Valar are not in possession of all knowledge. For example, they do not know the true fate of Men. Yet to be holding to that assertion we must readily admit that mercy is a thing wholly strange to the Valar - or to Eru - did he not drown Numenor? Therefore, I assert that mercy is *not* a virtue, but a vice. Or I give you this second assertion, that mercy is a virtue to men, but a vice of

the deathless.\"

Maernus grins slightly, \"Celeband, can we judge what is wicked and

righteous...from the universal? For, surely, our enemies think us the wicked of heart. How can mercy be, therefore, universal? Can not mercy, there for, be only relative? For, mercy to us, would be to destroy the heart of our enemies, mercy to our enemies would be to destroy the cites of Minas Tirith and Dol Amroth...\" He stops and gives time for his attempted thinking to be answered.

Sirion glares at Maernus, \"Manners Man-of-Arms!\"

Thorondur merely fixes Maernus with a disbelieving stare. No words part his lips, but then, with a look such as that, no words need be said.

[Elphir(#23270)] \"A bold claim, Lord Isilrim,\" Elphir says quietly, but he himself does not answer this question, but rather holds his hand to Thorondur and Sirion. \"The lad has a point, my lords. Allow him to ask his question. Next time though...\" he turns to Maernus, \"He may wish to ask to speak, rahter than interrupt.\"

Maernus bows towards Elphir, \"I am sorry good Lord, I am not of the noble schooling, nor blood that the others in the debate be of.\"

[Celeband(#28487)] \"In the matter of your question, Lord Sirion,\" Celeband answers, rising respectfully from his chair, \"I would say this: You are correct that it is Eru, and not the Valar, which is the final source of virtue. Indeed, this is why I chose the drowning of Numenor as the central evidence: it was an act of the lord, and not His servants. But I say that Eru -did- show mercy in the drowning of Numenor--and we, I submit, are it.

\"Look at the land around you, Lord Sirion! It is true,\" Celeband finishes, \"that we defend it now by force of arms. But for the crime against Eru that was committed, what glorious mercy! The flower of knighthood, the beauty of our land! Righteousness flourishes here, where poison had corrupted the heart of Numenor. That is mercy to us all, indeed.\"

[Elphir(#23270)] \"Then you must learn,\" Elphir replies sternly, but not crossly.

Gweneth watches the men debate back and forth, running her finger over the lip of her glass slowly, but adds nothing to the debate currently.

Sirion rises again and replies to Celeband, \"Not by the definition I presented Lord Celeband which is: Granting clemency to people who have done ill. If mercy were truly granted in your first example, then Numenor would have been spared. As for your second example, the land of Gondor is a *gift* of the favour of Eru Iluvatar, not mercy by any. Therefore, your stipulations are a conjoining of varying virtues.\"

[Celeband(#28487)] \"On the contrary,\" Celeband replies, \"I said that I

disagreed with your assertion that mercy was clemency for the wicked. Instead, I state that true mercy is--must be, in fact--universal. Since allowing the wicked to go unpunished visits harm upon the righteous, it is merciful to mankind -as a whole- to punish wickedness. Thus, I maintain a different definition.\"

[Elphir(#23270)] \"Lord Sirion,\" Elphir turns his gaze toward Sirion the Elder, and it is to him - not to the assemblage in its entirey - to whom he speaks. \"Your claim is no less bold than that of your Man at Arms. If we have not determined what is right, and what is wrong, indeed if we call mercy a \'vice of the deathless\', then are we not challenging the divine righteousness of Eru himself? And Sir Celeband, I think I fail to see your definition of mercy. Mercy... is it not given to those undeserving? If it were given to ones who

were deserving, would it not be termed \'justice\'?\"

[Sirion(#10108)] \"However,\" replies the old son of Tirion, \"Mercy is not universal because it is not universally delegated. If that was the case, then Eru Iluvatar would have shown mercy on the world by *not* allowing the wicked to exist at all. Therefore, mercy cannot be Universal.\"

Gweneth smiles now and says to Celeband,adding, \"And who in this room, much less Gondor is truly righteous? No man or woman is so absolute in their ways and thoughts.\"

[Celeband(#28487)] \"Rather, my lord,\" replies Celeband, \"it is given by Eru to all mankind. This is our model! We lesser beings must extend mercy in smaller circles: but the model remains true. The righteous lord punishes the wicked, that his people may be strong and healthy.\"

Finally, he turns to lord Sirion. \"I will not judge the ways of Eru,\" he says. \"But I will submit that the play has not ended! It is not for us to say that Eru can not show a greater mercy by allowing wickedness to be defeated than he could have by never allowing it to arise at all. Perhaps that is the entire point perhaps not. In these matters, we must acceed to divine will.\"

The knight does not reply to Gweneth\'s argument that it is not possible to know righteousness chivalry does not permit the only response he might have made.

Gweneth moves slowly to Aearwen\'s side and lowers herself to whisper in her ear. Then rises and takes a seat near her side.

Sitting quietly in her chair for quite some time now, the face of Lady Aearwen has grown pale and her eyes drawn. Her fingers rise to her temples and rub gently as she tries to remain focused on the words of the participants...the meaning of mercy continues. Swallowing with great difficulty as she struggles with the pain that shoots across her face, she finally leans over in her chair and speaks to Prince Elphir, \"Pardon me My lord Prince, the most dreadful pain has filled my head with a throbbing that cannot allow my complete attention on

the final arguments of these fine people. Would you consider taking my place as judge in this final stage of the debate and determine the winner.\" Shaking her head a bit she says, \"Do forgive me if this is too much of an imposition.\"

[Sirion(#10108)] Silent for a long time Sirion remains thoughtful - who knows what thoughts may whirl through that mind? Retainers, Ladies, and other epicurean delights? Or perhaps the task at hand? At last he speaks, \"Yet now the definition of wickedness remains. For any lord may punish wickedness as you say - but then the unrighteous Lord would punish what is not wicked and by their thought think themself wicked - is this not true of some of the Heathen kings, such as my son\'s arch-nemesis Dubhglas? If ones thoughts are froward, then ever they feel righteous and therefore they would be merciful. Your argument is weak in this regard with all respect.\"

Elphir turns to Aearwen, and nods slowly, replying quietly. \"Of course, my Lady, but I can not judge what I have not seen. Therefore, I must need ask you to write to me the name of the winner of the first round, that I may announce it in your stead.\" Elphir returns his attention to the final two debate competitors, his interest clearly showing on his face.

Maernus rising once again and slowly begins, \"I believe Lord Sirion\'s point still stands, How can Mercy be Universal? For, through allowing wickedness, there is still lack of mercy to one side or another in the eternal struggle.\" He says, hoping to have not interupted this time.

[Celeband(#28487)] Lord Sirion\'s opponent maintains his resolve. \"Not mine, but yours, I submit,\" he answers. \"For you admit that your example involves a failure to punish actual wickedness. In truth, if wickedness is punished, mercy is granted to the community. If false wickedness is punished instead, then wickedness is not being punished--no mercy is given.\"

Celeband replies to the man at arms. \"Mercy is universal when it is issued by Eru, with the long view in mind. Bear in mind that we mortals must try to follow His example, though we can see less far and know less thoroughly! So of course, our acts of mercy are not fully universal--but we must pursue it as far as we may, to be in accord with Him. Do not declare His mercy to be less than universal! We have not seen all of it yet.\"

Reaching for her notes from the earlier part of the debate, Aearwen hands the parchment to Prince Elphir, her finger pointing to the winner of part one. Rising from her seat, she sways on her feet for a moment as her eyes close.

Slowly opening pained blue eyes she speaks to those gathered with a wan smile of apology on her face, \"Do forgive me all, I shall have to depart this event. Prince Elphir has graciously agreed to determine the winner of tonight\'s event.\" Her eyes glance to each participant with a smile and nod of her head, \"It has been a most enjoyable evening and I shall look forward to seeing each of you in the many events planned for the rest of the tourney.\" With no further word, the resplendent form of Lady Aearwen slips through the crowd and out the door.

Gweneth stands and says, \"If I may, I\'ll give my final words on the subject, they will be brief,\" she adds with a grin.Gweneth gives her final words, commenting again that mercy is kindness and forgiveness shown towards someone whom you have the power to treat severely or

punish, man cannot comment on the actions of the Valar as the thought of understanding them is absurd and on the apparent circular nature the conversation is going. With that she excuses herself with, \"Unfortunatly, I have to make sure things are in place for tomorrow and the rest of the week.\" She curtsies to the other debaters and the Prince, \"Milords, if you\'ll excuse me,\" she rises and heads for the door as well.

[Elphir(#23270)] \"Time is drawing near,\" Elphir says after listening for several more minutes. \"I have heard all that I need to hear, and let me assure you that the victor has not been chosen for his nearness to my own interpretation of mercy, but rather for his accuracy in quotation, and clearness of thought and logic. But first I would shed some of my own thoughts on the subject. Mercy by definition is given to those who do not deserve it. Mercy is clemency to one\'s enemies, when it can be afforded. As Sir Celeband has spoken, to spare the enemy to allow him to kill the innocent is not mercy. And as Lord Sirion has countered, mercy can not be universal. I do not profess great wisdom in these matters, but I know this: mercy is a virtue. It is one of

the greatest virtues to which man may attempt to aspire. Sparing the repentant enemy? This is mercy, and a virtue. To slay him as he lays begging for clemency, surrendering himself to your mercy, would be evil. Sparing the unrepentant? Allowing a grave crime to go unpunished? Either of those is a travesty of justice. There is a fine line between justice and mercy, and I fear that the two are seldom one and the same. I regret that we must call it a night, but my father has things prepared which will not allow my remaining here to judge for much longer.

Therefore, I entreat you all to return, and hear the

end of this debate. The final contestants shall be Sirs Sirion and Celeband. May you all enjoy your nights, and return upon the morrow.\"

Sirion bows and says to Celeband, \"You do Gondor justice Lord. Your voice speaks with much virtue and mercy.\" He spares a flicker of a smile.

Celeband bows as well. \"I live for your orders, Prince,\" he answers. He then turns, and offers a second bow, every bit as deep, to his opponent.

Maernus bows to the Lords, \"I have been honored to have even been allowed to speak amoung such great and knowledgable Lords and Ladies, I wish I could have contributed a more knowledgable ideaology to you all this eve, however.\" He finishes and begins to gather his things.

[Elphir(#23270)] \"You are yet young, Maernus,\" Elphir turns to the man-at-arms, \"And have much to learn. You showed great discretion in your silence it is far better to hear than to speak, when there are wise words being spoken. I for one laud you in this.\"

Maernus grins slightly and bows deeply towards the Lord Elphir again, \"I am honored that you even noticed I, Lord, for I am no worthy contesnt of the other Debaters.\" He says that and tries to not make a total fool of himself.

[Elphir(#23270)] \"Your constant self-deprication is noted,\" Elphir says with an upraised brow. \"If you wish to be in our company, and serve my father, then you must have confidence in yourself or he can have no confidence in you.\"

ve been honored to have even been allowed to speak amoung such great and knowledgable Lords and Ladies, I wish I could have contributed a more knowledgable ideaology to you all this eve, however.\" He finishes and begins to gather his things.

[Elphir(#23270)] \"You are yet young, Maernus,\" Elphir turns to the man-at-arms, \"And have much to learn. You showed great discretion in your silence it is far better to hear than to speak, when there are wise words being spoken. I for one laud you in this.\"

Maernus grins slightly and bows deeply towards the Lord Elphir again, \"I am honored that you even noticed I, Lord, for I am no worthy contesnt of the other Debaters.\" He says that and tries to not make a total fool of himself.

[Elphir(#23270)] \"Your constant self-deprication is noted,\" Elphir says with an upraised brow. \"If you wish to be in our company, and serve my father, then you must have confidence in yourself or he can have no confidence in you.\"