Chapter 66

Selvas as Vessel

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After the council was dismissed, a gray figure emerged from a side room. He bowed properly in silence. Meliath looked over and asked, "You heard?"

The Elf answered in a grave, pitiless voice, "Of course. There will be more steel coming, yes?"

The Lord answered, "Two large shipments after this sample." Chancellor Selvas stood as if a statue. His detachment no longer bothered Meliath. The Quendu's face was gaunt and sallow, as if secretly aging from a disease known only to him. He was thin and always heavily dressed, even now in late summer. The Quendu moved slowly with a limp. He never seemed to be in the light.

Selvas rasped, "And the horses?"

"Fewer than we hoped. Lindareth has horses."

The cold Elf hissed, "Lindareth will need his."

No one else could speak to the Rightful Lord of Naitë Mélamar thusly. Meliath would have flogged him ten years ago. Today he could not. Meliath's purpose became their purpose which was now Selvas' purpose. Meliath could not remember the transitions, they seemed so long ago. Both shared vitriol for the Ñoldorin traitors. Selvas understood. Selvas helped him show his subjects the correctness of such views. Lindareth of the loyal Ñoldor across the Athradduin was now in accord, thanks to Selvas' persuasion. The neutral lords remained that way, some even sympathetic to the foundlings crowding this blessed land. In time they would see the error of their ways. In time, everyone would.

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The astrologer was escorted to the Minister's office. On sight, Talifür remembered him and peeked at his letter to refresh the name. He accepted an appropriate bow and waved to one of the comfortable chairs across from his magnificent desk. Ordonir sat and was offered tea before they were left alone.

Minister Talifür said, "It is good to see you again. Thank you for your note."

Ordonir was sure he was in no trouble now. When he was abruptly summoned, that was uncertain. He accepted thanks gracefully. Talifür continued, "You mentioned the merchant was guided by the heavens. Please, expand on that." The minister did not mention the young lovebird was associated with diamonds finding their way into the mercantile district.

The commercial astrologer thought carefully and replied, "He is a young jeweler who wanted to know the correct time to ask for the hand of a woman of his home Alqualondë. I consulted my charts using their ages and saw that the union was unfettered. I suggested dates for both when to ask and for the ceremony. It seems a favored pairing except for her nearness to an eclipse, which reflects poorly on her parents."

Talifür agreed, "It seems he appreciated your pains."

"Indeed, sir. He said his home has drifted away from the guidance of Varda's stars and was pleased that we here still cherish the old ways ..." he slipped in "… and honored adherents of the Light of Trees."

The minister touched his fingertips together and responded, "There is interest in the young Quendu's wares. How would I go about meeting him?"

Ordonir was in a fork. If he just told this powerful lord the name and where he was staying, he cut himself out of a commission. If he played too coy, he lost favor forever. Six silvers to the good, he decided to play straight and see if he could salvage a fee for the introduction. As if he never intended anything else, the astrologer offered, "His name is Solvanth and he is, or was, lodged at the Inthorn, My Lord."

Talifür suspected the soothsayer was angling for compensation. He did not really care as long as the jeweler paid him. Ordonir might be useful later. Selvas' new aide sipped more tea and said, "I will arrange to discuss his views and be sure to mention how helpful you were. Leave that to me."

Ordonir thought that acceptable. Being publicly invited to the lord of astrology without force was advertising. The minister implicitly said not to contact this Solvanth until later. He would obey.

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The next morning, two quiet-men from the palace dropped by the Inthorn and requested a few minutes of the merchant's time. By now, the firm of Yandieth and Solvanth had five satisfied customers from their more modest line of gems. Word was trickling through the city. Talifür paid attention.

The quiet-men introduced themselves and were seated in the comfortable suite. By prior understanding, Mr. Solvanth's assistant was not present. He might need his own face later. Not chosen for subtlety, one of the palace quendu said, "It has come to the attention of esteemed collectors that you may have jewels on offer."

The guileless Solvanth brightened, "Why yes. That is my trade. I confess; sales have been slow. It is good to see interest is building."

The two did not have to look at each other to agree that this was rather better than expected. Was this lad simply inexperienced or just simple? Nag Kath had relied on that mistake many times before. The salesman in Solvanth asked more solicitously, "Were you hoping for a private presentation, gentle sirs?"

Taking the bait, the other Quendu answered, "Yes, if that is convenient. I believe our master would be interested in larger stones."

It was time to set one of many hooks. Solvanth the younger held his chin and wondered, "I have a few, but the main consignment is slated to go to southern lands. Do you know King Thranduil?"

Six thousand years of collective discipline kept their faces unchanged. Lord Meliath would not be pleased letting the finest stones go to the high-interloper who styled himself a King! Thranduil famously had the best gems in Aman already. He also had other wealth to pay for whatever he wanted. They would never know the greenbottom had already given the King greater value than every diamond in Naitë.

The more senior guest simply asked, "Yes, would tomorrow at four be convenient?"

Solvanth considered his schedule a moment and answered, "That would suit nicely. Will your employer come here?"

The same guest said, "We will arrange an escort for you." To offset concern this was a robbery, he added, "They will be in the livery of the palace."

The cheerful merchant rose, "Then four it is."

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Elurín sat with his feet on a stool and said, "I must hand it to you, we are in deep now."

Nag Kath replied thoughtfully, "We were always in deep. What have you discovered about this Talifür?"

"A bit. He is styled the Minister of Celestial Observation but seems more of a quartermaster. The observatory is occupied by another of considerable influence who is not known to subjects. My friends have been watching." Elurín worded his next comment carefully, "This person is not of the council. He speaks directly to Meliath or others from a position of authority; your Selvas methinks."

The changeling leaned forward with his full attention. "Has anyone gotten a look at this Selvas?"

"Not anyone who is telling us. If you seek sinister, I think you found it."

Nag Kath went to his bags and waved his hand over them. Then he stood still as a soft silver glow passed from head to toe. Elurín asked, "Do I want to know that that was?"

"I took the wards off me and my bags. If we are dealing with a sorcerer, I want to be clean. My best defense has always been to seem less than I am." He thought a moment, "You would have enjoyed me mentioning the consignment for Thranduil."

The spymaster allowed himself a smile, "Twisting the pills. What inventory will you take?"

Nag Kath grinned as well, "Twenty-five or so, the small Traybor stone for sure and the largest stones with the back cut long to sparkle in light." He suddenly became quite serious, "I expect to be cheated and do not intend to defend these unless I get a chance to cut Morgoth's throat. If the louts rob us, we will complain and question their parents' marriage. They can have them in exchange for a look in that observatory."

Money meant little to Elurín but the changeling was taking a Duke's ransom up the hill. Nag Kath used what he had to get what he wanted, the purest form of exchange. Nag Kath asked him to secret extra 'Thranduil's diamonds' somewhere safe if the quiet-men ransacked the rooms while they were marketing. There were a few more in the saddle along with gold.

Elurín was out most of the day gathering what he could on the hidden counselor. That was not much. In this place of ancient alliances, that alone was telling. Every other counselor in the administration was a public entity and made sure the subjects knew it. Nag Kath hoped these beautiful people could resolve their differences but his primary concern was the little boy who could not remember his horse's name. The dark ones' most successful tactic had always been to insinuate from within until their faction was strong enough to seize control. He said as much to Elurín. These Naitë Elves were behaving like men with their Swan symbols – too much like Fûl.

If so, he asked, "Are there those here in Arnost who disagree or actively oppose this isolation and discord?"

Cirdan had discussed this with Elurín before they left. Nag Kath could not know who, but acknowledging resistance was grudgingly permitted. The senior Elf answered, "Yes, but we are not in league with them."

The conversation took a twist, "I need a look at the healer Daelor."

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Nag Kath spent the afternoon on the roof of a building across from the healer's apartment. It was not ideal for surveillance, or being a healer, since those needing help had to negotiate two flights of stairs to reach the door. A plainly dressed woman left and returned after shopping. The door was unlocked. Elurín watched the back door of the apartment building which did not open once. After dark, Elurín took the front entrance while Nag Kath returned to their lodgings, appearing to be a normal guest. The quiet-men might ask about his comings and goings.

In the morning, Nag Kath took a Lembas cake to the watcher. A patient limped up the stairs and was admitted after knocking. He was limping when he left. The changeling was still as the grave for a minute.

Elurín did not expect what happened next. Nag Kath snuck off the roof and made his way to the street in front of the healer's. Then he put his left forearm through an iron gate and jerked, cleanly snapping the bone above the wrist. Elurín winced just watching. He saw the changeling grip the top of the gate with the bad hand and lift his feet off the sidewalk for a moment. Then Nag Kath supported the broken arm with the good one and loped up the stairs.

The maid/housekeeper opened the door and saw the young Quendu in obvious pain. He grimaced, "Excuse me. I seem to have broken my arm. Is the healer Daelor at home?"

She swung the door wider and said, "Please come in. My mistress is just in the back. I won't be a moment."

She disappeared into what Nag Kath took to be the residence and was back within two minutes with another woman who seemed quite like Celebrían. Neither of them wore rings of matrimony. Daelor asked, "My, my, what have you done young sir?"

He sheepishly admitted, "A bit careless, ma'am. I think I did myself a damage." He emphasized the afflicted area by raising it with the good hand.

She had him sit in an examination chair after helping him out of his jacket. The sleeve gather was already untied so she gently slid that back to show bruised swelling. The healer gently probed around the area and observed, "Clean, it almost seems set."

"That is my doing, ma'am. I stretched it as soon as it happened, something my mother told me."

"Your mother was right. I will need to put this in a splint and you mustn't use your arm for a week." With that she pulled a heavy linen sock over the arm and lashed conventional water-reed splines from wrist to elbow. A long bandana sling completed the care.

"Thank you for your pains. Are there remedies that will help the healing?"

She looked at him for a moment and then walked to her herb cabinet. With a smile, "This tea may help, though most think the taste is worse than the wound. Do you know the substance Lutriel?"

"Not by that name."

"Uhm, fenniwort?"

Not a sorcerous remedy. And she was right about the taste. Not even goats will eat it. He shook his head. She took a jar from her cubby and pinched several clumps into a sack while her patient scanned the room for anything useful. Nag Kath was not in his best clothes but wasn't poor either. He exclaimed, "This is a blessing. How much do I owe you for your care?"

"Three silvers, or whatever you can afford, young Quendu." It was half the cost of celestial advice.

Using his good hand he dug in the opposite pocket for three coins saying, "One of these is from Middle-earth. I hope it will serve."

The healer said slowly, "Mirian, please brew a mug of the Lutriel tea for our patient. I think his healing should start straightaway." The maid nodded and took the pouch before leaving to heat the kettle. Daelor added carefully, "We do not see these coins here often."

"They are more common in Alqualondë, ma'am, the gold ones too."

As if killing time she asked, "Is this your first trip to Arnost?"

"It is. My father's firm had business here and he thought it would be a good opportunity, except for my witless stumble." He continued as if trying to fill awkward silence, "But it is the strangest thing; I have met several people in just the last week who seemed quite witless also, confused, even though they live here. I do not suppose you have tea for clarity in your medicines?"

She forced a smile, "Nay, sir. I do not know of herbs for that complaint."

"Perhaps it is simply the fine wine of this region. Back home, one would use Athae Áma for relief." That was Elrond's remedy. He had dragged her in. Even Gandalf's sending him here would not excuse him for what could come of this. It was said there were five or six great healers in the Undying Lands. She was one of them. His grandfather in-law was another and Nag Kath had joined the list.

Daelor sat down and put her hands in her lap, very much like Celebrían did when she was thinking. Without looking up she asked, "Who are you?"

He handed her the letter from Gandalf. She took it firmly and cracked the seal on the edge of her writing table. It was brief. Daelor folded it into a pocket in her pinafore and became very businesslike, "Confused doesn't begin to describe thick heads in Arnost, Mr. Healer. If you are here, this is no longer confined to our lands." She raised her eyebrow and he nodded to confirm.

Nag Kath interrupted her and untied his splint. Grabbing above the break, he drove bright silver through his right hand into the wound until the other hand glowed and then slowly faded. Grasping a fist several times, he put the splint back on. Daelor stared. Kath was one of the Maiar! Her dull little land finally attracted attention from on high for the wrong reasons. It was past time but it was also frightening. She asked, "Are you here for those of us who …"

Nag Kath interrupted, "Please, I work unseen. Do not reveal anything you do not want me to repeat. My job here is to have a close look at a dark advisor to Meliath. We will form other conclusions too, but he, or she, is the subject."

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Mirian brought forth a truly foul-smelling concoction and put it on the little table nearest Nag Kath's chair. It has steeped long enough to be tepid. He swallowed it all with orcish tolerance and thanked the wincing maid/nurse. Daelor nodded that the woman could continue preparing the evening meal.

Nag Kath scraped his tongue against his teeth and looked around for something else wet. His healer produced the dregs of this morning's tea. He breathed heavily and said, "I will be brief. I am here masquerading as a diamond merchant from the north. This afternoon we have an appointment with Talifür to see where that gets us."

She said calmly, "He is a fraud."

"Is he a wizard or sorcerer perhaps?"

"I think so, but not strong." She grimaced again, both for what he did to his arm and gulping that odious tea.

Nag Kath pressed, "Meliath?"

"His unlordly tendencies are more pronounced in the last ten years, five especially."

"Confused?"

She said demurely, "To be charitable."

"And Selvas?"

She grew very still before saying, "He is the darkness. If what you did to your bone is why you are here, he is your villain. I have never seen him. Sometimes I think I can feel him. My blood runs cold."

Faster than she could see, he grasped her wrist gently but firmly and his hand turned silver again. She tried to yank it away from instinct but then did not resist. It was over in seconds. He said, "I am sorry but I had to know. You are fine. Do you have drawing sorcery?"

That was a deep secret, "Some."

"If anyone asks, you saw a patient with a broken arm. I will not come here again except at great need. If you want to speak, leave your blind in the back window half open."

Daelor was silent. He nodded and walked out favoring the splinted arm.

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"Was that wise, Nag Kath?"

"Not really, but in my method, I cause problems and assess the results. If she is one of the few people in this land who can sniff-out a dark wizard, her days are already numbered. The bad 'uns always kill the healers first."

"You broke your own arm and then healed it?"

"It is still sore. I do not think there will be enough residual power to detect. Is there any word who we see this afternoon?"

"No, but I haven't asked. I intended to act the guard and be armed."

Nag Kath considered that and said, "That will be expected, but do not protest overmuch if your sword is demanded. The higher we get, the less likely they want to be near steel."

Elurín smiled, "That is why I am bringing my lesser sword. Yours is a fine blade, but the worse for use."

The changeling told him how he found it and how reclaiming it from the troll's forehead caused the damage. No one in the northern gardhs recognized the former owner. It was with the horses along with his bow and quiver. Using 'the fast' he would grab the nearest weapon.

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Well before they were due, four palace ohtars arrived at the Inthorn. The guards were seen from the window but they let the innkeeper come up to say they were wanted. The diamond merchants walked downstairs, each with a small case. The senior guard said, "Sirs, if you will follow us."

It took nearly half a bell to reach the palace. Both of them had wandered by separately but made no attempt to penetrate. But for this invitation they would have visited under cover of night. The gates were opened on sight and they weaved their way up to what seemed a higher administrative area just like almost every other capital on either side of the Belegaer. The guards took them inside a suite of rooms until they reached a clerk behind a large desk. He rose to exchange bows and dismissed the guards.

"Thank you for coming, sirs. Please be seated. Master Talifür will be with you shortly. Sir, I would ask you to leave your sword with me." Nag Kath nodded as planned before his bodyguard removed the full belt and handed it to the secretary.

The changeling could feel slight power. This was exactly the man they needed to see first. Before long, the minister himself came out of his office to welcome them. They rose and bowed according to rank and followed him into a spacious office with two windows overlooking an inner courtyard of the palace proper. It was not near, and had no view of, what Nag Kath thought was an observatory. If this fellow was star-gazing, he didn't do it from here.

When they were seated, Talifür opened with, "It is Mr. Solvanth and mister …?"

Elurín said, "Festular, My Lord, aide to Mr. Solvanth."

The counselor said affably, "Is this your first visit to Arnost, Mr. Solvanth?"

"It is, sir, though our family has done business in Eldamar for long years."

There was no use pretending they were here for anything other than the gems so the Minister cut the small-talk to the minimum required for courtesy. When that was done he said, "I understand you are in the jewelry business, sirs."

Solvanth the younger took that, "Yes, we came into stones from the mines of Erebor that are unusually fine. Many have found homes to the north and customers told us of persons who appreciate such things here and further south."

The young Elf was not sophisticated enough to gauge the response. What had Elurín said; twisting the pills?

Talifür smoothly kept the flow by saying, "Then you may be in luck. There are more here with such tastes."

Festular, obviously an elder advisor to the fledgling namesake, said, "That is fortunate, Minister. Many of our stores are already under contract, but we still have some larger offerings available. May we ask the parties concerned?"

It would come to this sooner or later so Talifür admitted, "No less than his Lordship."

Festular looked at his employer who nodded. Very slowly, the aide opened his small valise and removed a fine, blue sack of fabric unknown here. The Elf poured the stones into his palm and then laid them on the side of the bag before sliding it to the Minister. Talifür chose one of the medium sizes for a closer inspection. Nag Kath offered him a fire-glass which Elves seldom use. The Minister accepted it and looked for quite a while.

Among the stones was a medium-sized blue Traybor. Talifür went out of his way not to examine that. These were the real thing. Meliath would want them. Everyone would want them. They would want Thranduil's stones too. This would get messy. The Minister was also at something of a disadvantage because he had no idea what these were worth. He knew the price of the smaller stones sold to the merchants but these were not like oats where a big bag was twice the price of a little one. One of those sparklers was almost the size of his fingernail. The blue one was worth many times more.

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Talifür knew Meliath was sinking all of this year's taxes into armaments. Would he simply confiscate these gems and make himself an outlaw among possible allies he needed so badly? That was not Talifür's concern. He had his instructions. And what of Selvas? There would be no diamonds for his diadem. He was as plain as a farmer's widow. Selvas's new aide was sure the lurking chancellor's opinion would carry the day. Talifür slid the bag back to Festular and said, "I believe Lord Meliath would like to see these. He is not available just now. Will you await his pleasure?"

Solvanth considered that before saying, "Yes, we are in your Lord's lands and will respect his will. But we must leave within two weeks. Will your liege return by then?"

The Minister offered a practiced smile, "He is in the city but busy with matters of state. Your obligations should present no difficulty." Talifür would not discuss price. If he was to come by one of those rocks personally, it would be through the good offices of his Lord who could do his own negotiating.

Nag Kath wasn't finished. He looked around the office and said, "Oh, that is a fair representation of the constellation of Valacirca. My mother was born in its ascendance." He hoped he wouldn't have to know when that was.

Talifür remembered; that was right! The youngster took guidance from the stars. While the Minister formulated his response; the merchant rose and asked, "May I look sir?"

"Why of course, Mr. Solvanth. Your little stars remind us of Varda's grace." Festular seemed less enthralled.

Nag Kath walked to a hanging display of finely woven silver wires with glass beads where the primary stars formed the sickle. It was one of the Minister's favorite possessions and reminded him of possible leverage in supplying Lord Meliath with baubles. Talifür joined him. This youngster was a tall one. The Lord could not see a decided bloodline, but he wasn't a Silvan newly from the peat-fields of the east.

One of the little glass bulbs fell from its mounting. Solvanth and the Minister both reached out to catch it at the same time with Talifür's hand lying on top of the jeweler's. The minister closed his fist and said, "That was a stroke of luck. I will have it repaired shortly."

Putting the bead on his desk, Talifür said he would be in touch as soon as his Lordship's schedule allowed.

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There was more of Listracht in Elurín than he knew. He mumbled when they were out of earshot, "How did you work that glass bit loose?"

"That was a small bringing-spell. The last time I used it was for a chicken cutlet. He didn't notice so he is not strong. But he is getting power from somewhere. That was why I needed to touch him. And this is not one of my crude potions." Nag Kath stopped and looked into Elurín's eyes. "This is pure darkness."

His loyal aide offered, "His Lordship will not be so easy to fondle."

Nag Kath had to stifle a giggle. That meant something quite different in Khand. He kept walking and said, "He is not the source. We need a look at Selvas." The changeling stopped again and frowned, "What is it about Elves and jewels?! Melkor stole the Silmarils to the destruction of two Ages! This whole foolishness came from a jewel theft. Dwarves were the same with that Arkenstone and the dragons wanted wealth too."

Elurín answered thoughtfully with six thousand years of experience, "They represent purity, the highest ideal, clean and perfect."

"I traded these for the mithril band constructed to return Morgoth from the void on the condition that the Dwarves melted it in my presence. They get silly over that metal too. Dark lords don't work cheap."

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It wasn't two days later when a runner from the palace asked the merchants to return that afternoon. Until then they had done absolutely nothing but take their dinners at easy-to-watch restaurants in case anyone was lurking. If palace Eyes were there, they were good.

They walked up by themselves with the quiet-men falling in behind them just outside the gates. Bypassing the confusing corridor to Talifür's office, the four turned onto a wider and more ornate walkway with statuary and paintings of old. One more corner brought them to a reception hall where sat a great Lord on his elevated chair. Only kings truly had thrones, but lords run their gardhs the way they want. Both merchants bowed deeply and waited with proper deference.

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Meliath was of the Teleri faction Falmari, those who did not leave Aman to return to Middle-earth except for the War of Wrath. The clan was much divided and warred with the Ñoldorin in the Kinslaying. Less well-known was that they fought themselves too. Meliath's father never forgave those who were pardoned after being banned from these sacred lands. Peace-loving Teleri welcomed the Ñoldor after noble service against enemies. When father Meliandar refused to join against Melkor, he was forced to accept the gift of ground here. He brought his followers to this fertile country, away from the internecine strife of the bay. They flourished until Meliandar's horse landed on him. The tempestuous son assumed his father's reign and animosity but without his competence. The land was fruitful anyway. With time and distance, they were still kin to the Teleri but not brothers, which was why Meliander was given Naitë Mélamar in the first place.

The realm lacked stature. It was vast, the largest gardh in eastern Aman, with river frontage and a long coastline. It was also the most populous of the gardhs at nearly sixty thousand subjects, better than fifteen thousand in this city alone. That was not the same as prestige. The great councils, battles and heroes of Elvendom were around the bay and island or inland in Valinor-proper. Northerners said Meliath had his lands and was welcome to them. That alone rankled. The arrival of the great Middle-earth lords on his borders put a finger in his eye.

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Impotent rage found an ear. Twelve years ago, whispers came to him from one who only wanted to help. The voice told him he was correct in his lonely pursuit of a Teleri people as they should have been. His people were owed reparations. They deserved the right to rejoin the families who exiled him to this southern land. Perhaps he even represented the true Teleri kingship. Others agreed with him. He must not lose hope.

Imperceptibly, Meliath found expression for his rancor. His habits changed. Voices found him awake and asleep. He had less use for his father's councilors. He added his own. Six years ago Selvas was sent to him from those who understood. The Elf master would help with the practical work of preparing for the world as Meliath and his friends desired. The Lord sent his simpering, barren wife back to her parents, unheard of in their society and appalling those of the north he most wanted to please. Selvas told him they were not ready for the work yet to come. Let them stew in doubt.

Five years ago, Selvas went to Farnëmar to explain things to the haughty Lindareth. He found adherents. Now he spoke to Vantieth directly. The neutrals were still uncooperative. Meliath would deal with them in the time of retribution. First, he needed to settle with Galadriel, Galadriel who tricked and embarrassed him by lying in wait when his men redressed the wholesale annexing of western lands. Naitë had never claimed them before for lack of settlers, but she could not have them. Between Galadriel and the Rightful Lord was the contested region with no lordship. In good time they would be shown that is not how Elves were born to live.

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Elurín knew quite a bit of that and Nag Kath knew enough. The great Lord took his eyes away from the window and looked at the diamond merchants. He should simply order them to leave their wares on their way out the door. Talifür delivered on his boast to have them bow before the rightful lord so he would hear their story. Selvas was in his quarters, as always.

Meliath said loudly, "You deal in gemstones, yes?"

The taller, blonde one answered, "Yes, Your Lordship, we do."

"Where did you get them?"

That was one of the questions Nag Kath would use to spin the narrative. He replied, "They are said to be of the Dwarf mines below Angbad, sir, possibly of Thingol's treasury. One of the banished refugees (an unflattering name) kept them against need."

Meliath's eyes bore into them thinking he was intimidating. The two merchants played their parts but had already measured the steps to the nearest swords. Nag Kath wondered if he should settle this right now.

The Elf Lord leaned back in his chair and said, "I would see these jewels."

Festular took them forward and then looked to a guard to ask, "Do you have a board or stand to present these to His Lordship?" A small table was brought in front of Meliath's raised chair and the merchant showed the same gems in the same way he had for the Minister. Then he backed two steps away and bowed again.

The Lord knew they were real from Talifür's inspection. The big white one was lordly but the blue one was sublime. He grew angry. That happened more these days. Were these peddlers, Teleri themselves by the evidence, bringing better than this to Thranduil, Thranduil who was born in the east and was here taking the best things unto himself?!

Meliath held it in. "Have you others?"

Nag Kath took that question from where he remained standing, some fifteen feet behind his aide at the table, "Those are all we have that are not under contract, Your Lordship." The youngster looked at his man and said, "No, wait, I do have this small blue stone, they were called Traybors of old." He nodded for permission to approach holding the gem between his thumb and forefinger. The Lord of Naitë held his hand out for the merchant to drop the jewel but the youngster lowered his pinched fingers until they touched His Lordship's palm. Nag Kath released the diamond, deeply imbued with sorcerous cravings he remembered from the Dwarf-ring along with his own spell in the touching.

Meliath held it, transfixed. He was already susceptible to desire. This felt better than Selvas' counsel. Why shouldn't a great lord own great things?! Young Solvanth interrupted the reverie by saying, "Please keep that as a token of respect from the house of Yandieth and Solvanth."

The Rightful Lord sat still with the little diamond in his large palm. Even his own courtiers were concerned when the voluble Meliath was silent so long. Finally, he slowly closed his hand around the jewel and looked at the tall junior partner saying tersely, "Tell my councilors your terms for these." He nodded and the audience was concluded. The merchants gathered their things and bowed on the way out. No councilors got in the way to hear their terms so they walked back towards the inn, stopping at a restaurant for an early dinner and goblet of wine.

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Elurín waited for the server to leave and said softly, "He didn't see you flinch when you touched his hand."

"I gave as good as I got, replacing the current spell. He is in the soup. All the Rightful Lord will be able to think about now are those diamonds."

"Setting a cat among dark pigeons!"

Nag Kath agreed, "This should force something. And I can find that little diamond within two or three hundred paces. I'll wager he keeps it close. What do you suppose we should charge for the rocks?"

"Enough to disrupt iron shipments."

Nag Kath agreed, "That is a good point. We may need several trips to negotiate. Whatever the tally, I think young Solvanth will discount it for a tour of the celestial observatory, being such a devoted lad."

"You are devious for such an upstanding orc."

"No argument there. If needs be, can your lord blockade Huorëlorn?"

Elurín nodded, "If he does, the city of Vilënost is put to the sword."

The changeling retorted grimly, "If he rides on Galadriel, he will put paid to those who brought her just as fast, or Lindarath will."

Elurín stared at the changeling. How could he be so detached? Instead of asking that, the spymaster tried a flanking maneuver, "If sorcery is involved, that makes it all the worse."

Nag Kath felt his chin and said, "Perhaps. Without putting too fine a point on it; if Meliath had any guts, he could have mopped the countryside with the northern mountain fiefs any time he wanted. Instead he involves Farnëmar to little effect, divorces his wife to gall his homeland and announces his purpose like a Catanard villain."

Elurín stared again. Nag Kath explained, "Catanard; a musical play that Elves hate worse than a barrel of orcs." In his Elf Lord demeanor, which the spymaster had not seen before, Nag Kath continued, "No, someone is trying to bring the dark one back. He needs the Eldamar in flames."

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Talifür was rousted from his wakeful rest. It had happened before. His lovely wife kissed him against their Lord's famous temper and comforted their daughter who was too young to understand. Their quarters were some distance from Meliath's apartments. He dressed and walked back with the attendant, wishing he was a fisherman and not subject to the desires Selvas had created in him. He was not in as deep as Vantieth yet, but he was in too far to escape. He entered his ruler's chambers, bowed and waited.

Meliath was standing by a window chewing on a knuckle. Nag Kath did not know just how much power he had embedded in the spell, mostly because he did not understand how gems could intoxicate certain of the Eldar. They represented perfect light among the perfectly light beings. Almost the entire tragedy of Elvendom could be traced to the blind lust for jewelry. Another thing the changeling did not know was that the gemstones in the world were overwhelmingly in Middle-earth so what they had was all they would get. Meliath seethed knowing that, and that there were short, hairy creatures that would dig them out of loathsome pits in the earth for less than they were worth.

And now, NOW, the finest of those were here in his capital. Barely containing his rage, he barked at his master of the skies, "What do those thieves want for their diamonds?"

"I cannot say, My Lord. The little ones were selling for sixteen Flurin each."

"What of Thranduil's consignment?"

Talifur lamely offered, "We only know they might exist but not how many or what kind. The ones you saw are all they have on left on offer."

Meliath growled, "Well find out." When his lord was silent, the star-gazer bowed and left. On his way home, he reminded himself not to be so clever in council. He could not go to the common inn himself or all bargaining position was lost. He could not send his civilians. They knew nothing about diamonds. The realm was not dripping in gold thanks to Meliath's intemperate spending. Naitë was prosperous, yes, but not for luxuries like Dwarvish gemstones on top of armaments! When he got home he was too distracted for rest of any kind. He wished Selvas was here. The Chancellor had ridden to the horse farm to survey the herd. He would not be pleased either.

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As they anticipated, the jewelers were having first tea when the quiet-men arrived. They would present themselves at the Minister's office forthwith. The diamonds were safe. With nothing else to get, they walked out the door and followed the government men back to Talifür's.

The Master tried to be charming again but was met with Festular's comment, "Lordly hosts ask politely. What is the meaning of this?"

Talifür preferred it that way, "His Lordship wants to know your price for the diamonds you showed the other day."

Solvanth the younger said, "We sold one of the star cut yesterday. What is left; call it one twelve-hundred eighty Flurin."

Talifür had no idea if that was fair but merchants were thieves so he dickered, "Absurd. You waste our time."

The two jewelers looked at each other and said almost in unison, "Sorry to bother you." Festular added, "We will be on our way after porridge."

As they turned on their heels, the Minister said, "Not so fast." They stopped but it was still his Lordship's turn. He increased the bet, "And what price for false King Thranduil's jewels?"

Young Solvanth said, "Those have already been paid for."

Talifür was losing. "How could the payment from such a despot matter?"

Festular grinned before replying, "Those were bought by High King Olwë of Alqualondë in exchange for services rendered. If your lord picks his King's pocket, the puckering will squeeze dragon tears. Twelve-hundred fifty for what you saw and that is final."

That wasn't the only thing being squeezed. Talifür could hardly breathe. His only ray of sunshine was when Solvanth turned to his aide to say, "None of this was seen. We should consult the positions."

The disciplined Festular shot back, "The stars will not guide here, young sir. This is old-fashioned robbery."

Solvanth held firm, "We shall do what we must, but I would like guidance." He turned to the Minister, "Sir, I would like to visit your observatory where I might make sense of this goat's breakfast. Where can we stay until night is high?"

His former tower was strictly off limits now that Selvas had taken possession, but the crippled Elf would not be back from the farm until tomorrow afternoon. Bloody Meliath! "Very well. You will be taken to an apartment where you will stay until I send for you." He walked to the door and said to his secretary, "Take them to Kuisle room and feed them well."

His tone broached no further questions so the secretary said to the diamond merchants, "Please come with me."

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"Why didn't you just shine that light in his face and tell him to take us upstairs?"

"Selvas would spot the power like a filed nipper. I very well may. That was quite a performance about the King of the Teleri. Is that his name?"

"Last I looked. Hope he won't mind me stretching the truth. When we are upstairs, what do I need to do?"

Nag Kath grinned, "Look piqued and start handling fragile objects. Let us see if we can put a twist in his Lordship's underwear."

Dinner was good. The days were getting shorter and it was probably about the nine-bell when two palace guards knocked on the door and fetched the jewelers. Talifür met them at his office door and they walked silently upwards for half a bell until reaching a stout door in a solid stone wall. The Minister jerked his head at the escutcheon and one of the guards unlocked it. The same man lit a torch in a stand just inside the door and another to take upstairs. Nag Kath counted one-hundred eighteen steps until they reached quarters that smelled worse than any Elvish place he had been.

Talifür dogged their steps with the torch but he had the guard stay outside on the stair landing. Solvanth sulked, "Not many stars here. Are these your quarters?"

"No."

"What's upstairs?"

"That is open to the sky."

Nag Kath said to his aide, "Stay here, I won't be long."

Talifür countermanded, "You both stay where I can see you. You want stars, we all go up."

They trooped up one more flight. Young Solvanth made a show of observing the largely cloudy sky, feeling the power of an ordinary round stone set apart from the battlement on a pedestal. So, that's how he is doing it! The merchant son said firmly, "I have seen enough. Our final offer is twelve-hundred thirty." Without pausing, he walked back to the fetid room and down the stairs with the Minister of Celestial Observance and loyal retainer close behind.

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On the way to the inn Elurín said, "Nasty place."

Nag Kath said nothing. Elurín knew not to repeat the probe. It was another block before the changeling agreed, "Nasty place. Our guide felt the same. I need a look at whoever lives there. He hasn't been gone long."

"By the smell?"

"By the power. This is an order of villain I haven't seen before, except maybe Saruman, not that he had much to do with me. But it is very sloppy, not just the quarters but the magical traces. It was like a leaky bag dribbling on the floor, more energy than the vessel could handle."

They found an alcove before their rooms and sat on a bench. Nag Kath was still deep in thought. Elurín waited. Finally the youngster said, "You know this far better than me, but it was said in his prime, Morgoth had unrivaled powers except for Eru himself. He could create orcs and dragons and Balrogs with ease from lesser creatures plucked from the void. The dark lord must be barely a puff of smoke if the best he can do is a reeking Elf dripping magic like an unswaddled toddler."

Elurín added, "Among other drippings. Yes, the servants came in a range of capacities. Unchecked, they got worse. We have other matters too; twelve-hundred thirty Flurin."

The changeling mused, "Curious; that. In Gondor or Khand, there are merchants who would bejewel their daughters on their birthdays. Dwarves sit on hills of gold. But here, a gardh Lord has to haggle like a wool peddler over gems he will only see once. That was why I wanted to spread the word so it would filter up poorly - too late to raise taxes. This Meliath should have gobbled the diamonds like a dragon. Do you suppose the old boy is light on the ready?"

After Nag Kath explained the colloquial saying, Elurín answered, "It makes sense. He might negotiate hard over timber and boots but to embarrass himself over a luxury, yes, I think money is tight and this Talifür knows it, though why an astrologer is involved is beyond me."

"If a dark one is pulling the strings, he needs a lesser sorcerer of any sort and an astrologer would be an apt vocation before the promotion. They aren't three a groat. We only know two here. The man in Farnëmar and his minions add to that. Later, officers will have to train troops for siege attack and fording rivers if defenders destroy the bridges. They will not slay their fellow Elves without unnatural hate."

Elurín offered, "The public seems to be in a bother about foreigners. Put as a matter of pride and loyalty, they may fall in line. I will ask questions of my friends."

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Naitë Mélamar did not mine gold. They had traded for it over the years for their other abundant resources in the eastern side of the gardh. Like in many places of Middle-earth, land mattered more and that was all in the same noble family holdings largely created before Meliath's father accepted his huge fief. The son had been spending the taxes preparing for war-footing since Selvas appeared. It was subtle and gradual, but outflows had been eating into reserves. The Kath was exactly right that news of these gems arrived too late for a new, orderly tariff. If he was going to spend that kind of cash on these diamonds, those regional nobles would have to pay more, and soon.

That was fine by Talifür. This would settle old scores to the benefit of their vision. The lords should be proud to contribute. He also knew they would not see it that way. They already had the best land. Why did Meliath need diamonds? Was it that others of greater prestige had them? The other option was to simply confiscate the gems. That would be as good as a formal notice to quit the Teleri clan and remove them from any influence in their homelands of Alqualondë and Tol Eressëa. It they took Thranduil's gems, which were still the property of High King Olwë, they would be outcast.

In the morning, the star-gazer walked to the offices of Dedriole of the Purse. The Lord's clacker knew to the silver what was in the coffers. He was not of those who understood old powers were being used, but he did know the moods of Meliath. This was official business.

"Good morning, Talifür. Tea?"

"Thank you, yes. I apologize for coming unannounced but our liege is considering a purchase outside of the budget."

It had happened before. Dedriole was not alarmed. He received and doled the largess, but did not decide where it went. The elegant Quendu leaned back in his chair and sipped the perfect blend. It was still Talifür's turn. "Twelve-hundred and thirty, in gold, in exchange for Dwarvish diamonds just in from Alqualondë."

Dedriole put his mug on the desk and asked, "This exchange; is it to be held in reserve against future payments?"

The Celestial Interpreter's dead face said otherwise. The Purse-man concluded, "I though as much. Horses, diamonds or steel; you can have two of the three, and the foundry does not offer credit. Flurin for the next ship of steel is in Huorëlorn now. The last is in the vault."

Talifür nodded grimly and rose. On his way out, Dedriole called, "Let me know when you can."

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There was nothing for it now. His Lord told him to make a price. He had. It was out of his hands. He made the short walk to the Lord's Chamberlain and said he needed five minutes in a tone suggesting he was expected. He sat on the empty bench. There were no petitioners. Meliath now had an arbiter settle all disputes below the level of the noble families. Only administrative people saw Lord Meliath and most tried not to. After half a bell, an attendant collected the forlorn Minister and walked him to the reception room. The Lord was at a side table eating his breakfast. He did not motion his counselor to sit.

Talifür reported, "I received a bid of twelve-hundred eighty Flurin for the stones presented. I have them down to twelve-hundred thirty, but they said that was final. I told them the decision was yours, My Lord."

"And the diamonds destined for the traitor?"

"Those are the property of Olwë until delivered."

Meliath had no ready answer for that. Sending a great grandniece back was one thing. Pinching the King's jewels, in both senses of the phrase, was another. Before the Lord forked-in another bite he said, "Get me those gems."

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Selvas arrived at his quarters late that night desperately tired. In this land of wakeful rest, he needed sleep. It was unfair, but temporary, the best he could manage. Selvas was Úmaiar; a class of Maiar corrupted by Melkor or Sauron into their service. His spirit had floated in Aman since the trees were destroyed, almost like Orlo was reduced to a vision for a few days a year. When the spider Ungoliant was in the deep south, he was her servant. She covered Melkor's escape in shadow and when they left, Selvas was alone and without form.

Melkor was consigned to the void. But the dark lord was not destroyed, only banished. Long years did he wait. And like an aging waterskin, the void leaked. Only fifty cycles ago, a crease in the east was plugged. His master had to look for other outlets. Selvas knew a place where time and space folded upon themselves, invisible to the naked eye, but still a flaw in the fabric. Selvas' spirit floated outside, listening to where his lord would eventually wrap his knuckles probing for weakness. Twelve cycles ago, he heard the thoughts. Selvas spoke to his lord as a good servant should. Words did not exchange, but there was understanding.

Morgoth needed turmoil. He needed disruption large enough to tear the wall and shield his escape. Selvas would find that for him. Two Elf lords here in the south were incensed that a great many of Melkor's old enemies were returning to this land. Those refugees could ruin his return since they knew him and his servants better than those who stayed. But the rift between the Elvish peoples was ideal.

Selvas must take physical form. In the world of men, he could have simply entered the being and taken charge. In this world of self-healing immortals, he must diminish one first. There were farmers in his cold south, scratching crops from the gravel. The Umaiar found he could talk to one, not in words but in thought. The Quendu lived alone. For three years, Selvas corrupted his mind. The Elf was dissatisfied. He should do what he wanted, ignoring the disciplines that made him an Elf. The farmer weakened. He did not care for his body, ate poor foods and neglected all that mattered. His crops failed. As he lay dying in confusion, he was finally weak enough for the spirit Maia to enter his flesh.

What Selvas could not have anticipated was that once he possessed the body, it did not heal like an Elf should. Selvas knew of the five Maiar, the Istari, who were given the bodies of old men, as if that would help them destroy Sauron! The farmer's body lived, but it was still feeble and needed rest. It would have to do. Now flesh, he walked here to see his lord's will done. The Úmaiar had not forgotten how to control weak minds. He learned to poison emotions. He was learning to far-speak, though he still needed to return to his lair in the deep south to talk with dark Melkor where his gaolers were not listening. It was painful, but what is pain to glorious service?

That service was trying. He had the body of a weakling to influence the mind of a weakling. That the ruler here was susceptible to the darkness unavoidably made him inconstant. A better creature would have never let him in. Before finding form, the spirit of Selvas visited the witch Galadriel in her realm. She sensed him and cast him out. The eastern exiles had powers from fighting Melkor that those who stayed did not. It would not save them.

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A window-shade was left half down in the commercial quarter. The next morning, Nag Kath wrapped his splint around the arm and went back for his evaluation. Daelor answered the door herself and showed him in silently. Then she sat where she had before. Nag Kath took a chair. The healer said, "I was not entirely forthcoming with you."

He said nothing. She should not have been entirely forthcoming. He certainly wasn't. The woman continued, "The advisor in the tower is not an Elf."

He responded slowly, "I think only part Elf."

She pursed her lips, "You said it better than me. Another healer in the city, one of my pupils, attended a servant who was there for only a day. He had the confusion you spoke of. It passed. That was years ago. Others can get closer to him now."

She swallowed and added, "Three weeks ago, a young ohtar officer was here with a training injury that was poorly healed in the field. I needed to reopen the wound and stitch it better. He talked to ignore the pain. In the northwest, militias are already in the field. Food, weapons and such are arriving in halting shipments. They were told the mountain traitors are preparing to take his Lordship's farmland."

The younger healer did not seem surprised. He said, "I need to speak to this officer. Is he still here?"

"I cannot say. His name is Nambecur, of a soldierly family. He is a believer. Do not expect cooperation."

He gave her a grim smile, "Those are the best answers." All humor left his face, "You should leave, and leave quickly."

She stayed calm, "Will this ohtar be linked to me?"

"Not if I do this well. You are at risk because you can sense magic. This Chancellor reeks of it. Some folk may feel anxious or uneasy around him. It could make you quite ill and betray his disguise. Soon or sooner, every healer and sorcerer in the land will be brought into dark service or slain. The Quendu I am with will return to the coast when I ride inland. You must go with him. Do you have a horse?"

"No. What of Mirian? She has been my faithful helper for long years."

"She can go too, but there can be no farewells. Say you are attending an aunt in Huorëlorn and disappear. I am sorry, but your position has been perilous for years."

Daelor seemed to relax. He suspected she already knew the danger. When you have done something so long; the pain of ending needs a powerful nudge. She really did look like the Lady Celebrían. Nag Kath had learned not to ask how people so beautiful were unmarried. He let her think for a moment before saying, "I will see to the horses."

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In a higher part of the city, the dark one was furious. He had been summoned to the Lord's chambers and told that gold for armaments was to be diverted to the purchase of diamonds, for no other reason than the petulant lordling wanted them. Meliath simply said, "I am going to buy them for my treasury."

In politeness he did not feel, Selvas asked, "What is the cost of these diamonds?"

Meliath feigned indifference and lied to make it seem trivial, "A thousand Flurin."

"Then I wish you great joy in them, Lord Meliath."

The shiftless Lord decreed, "It may delay our plans. I will have them!"

Selvas had no patience for this. "Then take them, but do not let this interfere in your designs and debase your father's legacy."

Part of Meliath's argument was that simply stealing them would jeopardize his position with the Teleri at the great bay. Simpleton! They were enemies too! Those who did not assist were in the way. Selvas had enough of this silliness and applied his most powerful spell to control the childish Lord. It had no effect, as if blocked or diverted by some strength of will he thought purged from the fool.

The Chancellor was tired. He was losing his grip over the Lord of Naitë. Meliath waved him away. Had the half-wit transferred his commitment for a handful of Dwarvish pebbles? Selvas trudged back up the steep stairs to his tower seething.

His lodgings seemed different too. Talifür, neck deep in the mire, saw no need to mention taking the peddlers upstairs. No matter, Selvas had other problems. Melkor long told his servant that he was marshaling his resources, converting will into power. He could not spare any. Selvas respected that, but he must now ask for greater strength or they could lose everything they had gained to begin this war. Melkor could refuse, but his Umaiar had been faithful and prudent. Melkor would understand. Selvas prayed it would not lessen the dark one for the final battle of the prophesy.

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At high-night the frail Elf walked up to the open tower by the stone and raised his hands to the sky. "Oh Dark Lord, send me strength or we will lose the ruler of these lesser Elves. They must be brought to your command!"

The tiny cry for help was shortly returned by a massive bolt of force from the south, undetectable by anyone who could not feel the humors. Nag Kath was nearly knocked out of his resting chair. It could have been a dream, but it wasn't.

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Bright and early, two grooms took their master's horses for care. This was a soldiers' district and, typical of cavalrymen, they lived as close as they could to the stables. Nag Kath looked at the sketch of the officer as Daelor had described him. There weren't a lot of unique features among the clans of Aman. They got a good look at a proud officer in uniform leaving the apartment on his way to a barracks. On the way he passed three alleys, one of which opened onto a service street behind the buildings.

Nambecur wasn't long. As he strode back up his sidewalk, a denizen in the alley coughed loud enough to catch his attention just as a soft yellow light hit him between the eyes. The taller of the two hooded Quendi said, "Your service is admirable. We will accomplish great things."

The soldier seemed more susceptible than expected but his orderly Elf mind needed an almost constant stream of power. Nambecur agreed, "Yes, it goes well. The squatters are weak."

The floating voice was encouraging, "How many infantry and cavalry will you lead against them?"

"Nine thousand foot. Fewer horse than we want."

"Your bravery will make the difference. How many horses?"

The officer wobbled forward but righted himself to answer, "Five-hundred. It should be a thousand."

Elurín watched the young sorcerer massage the interview. Nag Kath said, "Yes, enough for victory. Will the traitors destroy the bridges?"

Reluctance was followed by more yellow. "The Ñoldorin servant will secure them. If not, they will make barges for ferries."

"When is the time of our greatness, brave ohtar of Naitë?"

"Soon, brother. Next summer. The blink of an eye."

Nag Kath told him to find a tavern and drink a pitcher of red wine before going home to rest. The grooms would return his horse later. His sinuses would be on fire tomorrow.

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Far away, there was tension as well. Elrohir told Elrond, "Father, It is an abomination that your granddaughter is married to an orc. Again, I beg you to dissolve their union."

Elrond was still capable of anger. He was angry now. This should have been settled the first time Elrohir mentioned it. The precision of his delivery informed; "I told you once, and once should have been enough. Nag Kath is family and entitled to great respect. He is also in the realm of the enemy for our purpose. I forbid you to mention this again."

The twin was resolute, knowing this was the answer and it was intolerable. He said softly, "Honored father, together we fought the fell forces of Sauron through eighty lives of men. There was no saving them. There was no redeeming them. They murdered so many who were dear to us. How can this condition remain?"

Elrond credited his son's case. He would not have thought this possible himself before the two stragglers darkened his door. But the changeling had acquitted himself, in great danger, to save this child's own mother from a fate worse than Mandos. That alone bought him grace. Then there was lovely Inariel. She loved as the women of men loved, as his beloved daughter had loved. That must change as she accepted immortality, but for now, she was devoted to her husband and watched the skies at night in prayer that he would return to her safely.

The wise Lord put his hand on his son's shoulder and said, "You must trust that I know how hard this is to bear. He is welcome in my home. Accept this and carry it in your heart. You cannot live on vengeance. Be free of it. It is the only path to wisdom."

When he was alone, Elrohir put his face in his hands and cried like he hadn't since his mother was captured. Father was right. He was always right. The warrior could face any foe with no thought of retreat. Why was this so hard? Elladan adjusted. He sat and watched the river. The river always knew what to do.

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That evening Selvas summoned his new aide to the tower for a promotion. Except for the other night, Talifür hadn't been there in years. He had never lived there but used the area below the deck for charts and a modest office. The strange gem merchant was right, this was unseemly. He held his nose. Selvas was up-top and the Minister was glad not to meet him in the putrid room. There were stone chairs aloft, immune to the weather. Selvas was standing by one and gestured for Talifür to sit. The Umaiar remained on his feet and said in his harsh, hissing monotone, "The diamonds interfere with our work, yes?"

"I agree. His Lordship seems obsessed. He has been obsessed before."

"To lead, his mind must be uncluttered."

There wasn't much the Minister could add to that so he sat and wondered why he was there. Selvas with his grim, tired face walked behind his chair and said softly, "It is the time for greater things, yes?"

Talifür thought so too and as he prepared his response, fingers like daggers drove into his neck. Only his face worked but he could not scream. Selvas said calmly, "Yes, it is time for greater things."

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It was late when the Minister returned home. His wife and child bowed. He hardly noticed. Father often had trying days so they respected the weight he carried. He did not eat the family meal. He did not kiss Hannih when she was ready for her child-rest. When Veronal came later for her kiss, his disembodied voice said, "I am leaving you." He rose and took nothing he loved.

Late the next morning Selvas had not come for his meal so an attendant, chosen by drawing the short straw, took a platter to his rooms. The desiccated corpse seemed to have been dead for days but he was seen only last night. It was as if all life had been drained away.

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Tidings of the strange counselor's doings were rare, but his death was public by dark. The jewelers were forgotten. Unknown to them, Meliath called a council of selected advisors that afternoon. He was a changed man. Resolute, he required that they all prepare for a war that would liberate the soul of Naitë Mélamar. Shirking would be tantamount to treason. A number of ministers who were not invited to the meeting were instead invited to tender their resignations that afternoon or fall on their swords. Hours later, heralds proclaimed Lord Counselor Talifür was now Chancellor.

Suddenly retired from the diamond business, Nag Kath and Elurín moved to a more modest inn nearer the main gate under different names. This time their horses were a back-window away. The soldiery was on edge. Guards barked orders at the gates and cavalry rode too fast where people walked. There was no looking for the hooded counselor now. Someone else had taken that job. They had a pretty good idea who.

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It was time to go. The clumsy Quendu went for his last examination to remove the splint he only wore here. Not long after he left, a porter helped two women load their bags on a handsome horse and they disappeared down the lane. Lieutenant Nambecur wouldn't miss him until they were long gone.

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