Hey, I don't know if anyone's still reading this, or remembers anything about it. Anyway, I'm not dead, but I got a job and ..... well there's no excuse really for leaving this unfinished for so long. So I'm sorry. If anyone even remembers that far back, I won second place in the writing contest I entered. Yeah me! Here's the next chapter, all that time and it's really just a filler chapter to move the plot along. Sorry again.
If you are in need of a recap here goes: The group is travelling to Brelan to recover the Stone of Malinya (if you don't remember that you're really screwed) they have reached Brelan's capital city, Miscalanth. Brelan people hate Elves so Legolas is pretending to be a Man, and has a Mist of Concealment that helps with that. Risorine is a jealous captain of Aragorn's guards, Sorinth is the leader of the Brelan Men. That's about it for main points.
The Stone of Malinya
The land was flat and far reaching. A glistening city stood tall in the center of the landscape, not unlike Minas Tirith were it not for its slightly smaller size, lack of great walls and difference in construction. What had momentarily awed the King of Gondor though was the amazing vastness of the land. As far as the eye could see the horizon glittered with valleys and small outcroppings of villages. Brelan stretched out in all directions, like fingers trying to extend themselves beyond their reach. And the view from the ridge on which they stood was probably the most magnificent in the land.
"Wonderful, is it not?" Sorinth asked, pleased by everyone's reaction.
"A magnificent kingdom, proud and strong." Aragorn agreed.
"It stretches beyond sight." Legolas commented. From any other this was not a surprising comment, but the Elf's eyesight was many times keener than a Man's and the land was truly grand if he could not see its edges.
"We shall take you down then, for a closer look." Sorinth offered, leading the way down the rocky hill. Aragorn looked back to his men, most were still searching the horizon, taking in the sight of Miscalanth and its surroundings. The Lord immediately noticed Risorine though, not following the actions of his companions. Instead he followed Sorinth wordlessly, seemingly not at all impressed by the sight of Brelan. Looking back, Aragorn wondered how he could not be, at least initially, for after a moment the shock wore away. A sad thought struck him though, if this land was as vast as it appeared, how were they to find the Stone of Malinya? He felt his previous doubts and worry begin to bubble up once more, but he put them aside almost immediately, for there was nothing he could do for now. He could only hope the answer to his questions would present itself shortly.
As they neared the gates of Miscalanth several guards halted their progress. After few words Sorinth explained themselves and their companions, it was routine only as they had been expected back any day. The company rode through the streets of the city for several minutes, obviously being led to a large castle that stood in the heart of the city, towering over all like a watchful sentry. As they neared the gates several Men approached and Legolas knew that shortly he would have to put his plan into action if he didn't wish to be discovered.
"This is the castle of Hileris. Our King awaits you inside." Sorinth explained, dismounting his horse.
Aragorn noticed the Men coming forward. The one in lead was clearly an authority figure, but the others appeared to be servants of some kind. As one took the reins of Sorinth's horse he realized they must be from the stables. The lead man came up to Aragorn just as he was dismounting.
"Greetings, I am Emilil, the King's advisor. If you will follow me I will take you to meet with our Lord Vecery. I know you must be tired from your journey but the King wished to greet you as soon as you arrived." Emilil explained, bowing slightly to show his respect.
"I will gladly meet your Lord. Please, lead on." Aragorn followed Emilil and then stole a glance aimed at Legolas. He and Gimli were only now turning over their horse and began to follow. (If he does indeed have a plan he had better put it to effect shortly.) Aragorn thought to himself.
At that moment several sounds filtered through the air, the terrified screams of the horses, the pounding of their hoofs as they bucked, and the surprised cries of the Men who were trying to control them. Aragorn swung around to find almost all of the horses of Gondor loudly protesting being touched by any of the Men of Brelan. The stable keepers tried to calm them but they merely became more irate and bucked greatly.
"Calm them down. Hold them. They're going to hurt themselves!" The Men cried, clearly confused by the horses' behaviour.
Aragorn was about to rush to their aid but Legolas beat him to it. He swiftly moved from horse to horse, clearly calming them with his presence. Their neighs quieted and their stance relaxed with the simplest word from the Elf. The last steed his attended was his own, Jarinel, who was also protesting the loudest. He petted the animal as it calmed at his touch and turned to the shocked Men.
"They are understandibly reluctant to go with strangers from this foreign land." He explained, nuzzling Jarinel's nose pleasantly.
"Well they seem calm now, I think we can handle them on our own." One of the stable keepers said. He approached one of the horses which reacted immediately and tried to kick him away. The Man only barely dodged the legs of the horse. Legolas rushed over and calmed the creature down at once.
"Perhaps Salogel should stay with them, if only for a little while, until they get settled." Sorinth suggested, fearing his Men's safety with the beasts.
"Would you be willing Salogel, and you could meet with us later?" Aragorn asked, already knowing the answer. It was not usual for the horses of Gondor to behave this way. He knew their strange behaviour was Legolas's doing.
"Of course, I shall see that they behave for our guests. I should not be too long." Legolas said, taking two horses by the reins. Though he appeared only to be fulfilling his duties Aragorn was sure he saw a smirk on the Elf's face.
"We should continue inside then." Sorinth said when it was obvious Legolas had the horses under control.
Aragorn nodded his agreement, hiding his own smile. Clearly Legolas had asked the horses to rebel without him near, and it had worked perfectly. He would be saved from having to endure the ceremony of the Cups of Brelan and it wouldn't seem the least suspicious, especially since Sorinth had been the one to suggest he take leave of their company. The plan was elegant in its simplicity and he couldn't help but be impressed by Legolas's usage of what he had with him. Of course, the Elf's ability to speak with the equines certainly helped, but it was a clever plan, nonetheless.
Relieved, Aragorn followed their guide with a much lighter heart, knowing Legolas was safe for the time being.
The Castle of Hileris was a grand structure, speaking highly of the constructual abilities of Men just by standing. The stairs were wide and echoed of marble, the walls were ornately decorated with fabulous artistry sculpted directly into the walls, as well as the immense pillars. Aragorn was impressed as he strode through the halls, his own home was only slightly larger, but this castle was equal in appearances.
"My Lord awaits you in the common room, for he did not know the time in which you may arrive. But he was quite adament about meeting you immediately. This gathering is of great importance to our Lord and he wishes for all to go well." Emilil said, leading the way up a grand flight of stairs.
"I must admit I have been eager to meet him as well." Aragorn said simply, studying the castle closely. Logically he knew there was no danger here, but it was a subconscious habit of his to learn all he could of new surroundings.
The group currently consisted of Aragorn and his Men, minus Legolas, and Emilil only. The Men of Brelan that had accompanied them had retired to their homes to rest and eat, having fulfilled their duty.
They were led to a large area, slightly closed off, far across the room was a massive wooden door, protected by a small contingent of guards. Just as Aragorn was about to ask why they had stopped Emilil spoke, as if reading his thoughts.
"It is customary of our guests to drink of the Cups of Brelan. It is required before you meet our Lord."
Aragorn nodded, "Sorinth has explained this ceremony, we will gladly partake."
"Of course Master Gimli has no need to drink of the cups, it is for Men only and his status is already highly honored." Emilil said, smiling at the Dwarf as his chest puffed out slightly.
Chuckling inwardly Aragorn watched as one of the guards who were escorting them suddenly brought forth two golden chalices. Another guard carried with him a jug, obviously holding the liquid they would be drinking. Emilil filled both cups to the brim then took a drink from one of the chalices, clearly to prove the drink was not lethal or dangerous in any way. The King of Gondor nodded as the cup was passed to him and he drank. The elixir was almost sickly sweet and left a pleasant aftertaste. He quickly passed on the cup.
When all had drank from one cup or another Emilil smiled and gestured towards the door, "My Lord would be thrilled to meet you now."
The word 'now' did not go unnoticed by Gimli or Aragorn, both knew if they hadn't drank they would not be permitted an audience, and probably would be asked to leave the kingdom. The great doors were opened by the guards and the company was admitted inside.
The room was vast, with a large table in the middle, set with chairs, there was an empty throne at the front of the room, clearly for the Lord of the kingdom. Food was set to one side and one wall was mainly made of windows, providing a grand view of the city. It reminded Aragorn of the tower he retreated to in order to think and be by himself. This was not the case for this Lord however, he stood by one of the large windows, surrounded by staff and advisors, or members of council.
Aragorn and his company were led forward into the chamber, drawing the attention of its occupants.
"Lord Vecery, may I proudly introduce Lord Elessar of Gondor and company." Emilil said loudly, with a grand gesture of his hands.
The group by the windows parted and before them stood Lord Vecery. He was an older gentleman, with wrinkled, but strong, hands, and a short silver beard. His eyes were a startling blue, but held no warmth or cold, they were neutral and undecided. He stood at the height of many, not above or below anyone else, and held himself with an air of confidence as all rulers should.
Aragorn stepped forward and bowed, as did Lord Vecery, respectfully.
"Lord Vecery, it is an honor to meet you at last." Aragorn said sincerely.
"You as well, Lord Elessar. It is our great hope that our kingdoms will have much to offer one another." Vecery replied, also very formally.
"I am sure it will be so. Hopefully this meeting can set the groundwork for a long and lasting friendship between our lands."
Vecery nodded and then inclined his head towards Emilil, who had ventured to his side. The two spoke quietly for only a moment and when the Lord turned back to them there was the slightest hint of warmth in his eyes, as though the group had suddenly become friends with the King. Aragorn hadn't heard all that was said, but 'cups' and 'test' had been clear to him, and then Emilil had nodded his head. He assumed the King was pleased they were not Elves and had passed the test of the Cups of Brelan. Aragorn couldn't help but wonder what this ruler could hate so much about the Eldar race, especially since it was most likely he had never even met one.
"We have much to speak of, that is sure. But the day is still young and you all look as though you could appreciate the comforts of a good meal and perhaps a short rest. My servants will show you to your chambers, and if you will, we shall talk later this day at the evening meal." Vecery said, trying to accomodate their guests as much as possible.
"That sounds fine. My men and I will be glad to join you. Then shall be the proper time for discussions and further introductions." Aragorn agreed. They were then led out by servants after a few parting words between the two Kings. It was all very formal, making Gimli and Aragorn's guards glad they had not been required to speak.
(Hopefully things will quickly become more relaxed. I wonder how Legolas fares?) Gimli thought to himself, as he was led away to his chambers. He supposed he would have to wait and see, but deep down he somehow knew the Elf to be fine. Each Man (and Dwarf) were assigned their own chambers, and their belongings were brought up not long after. There was a selection of food and wine in each room, not enough for a whole meal but more than enough to tide over one's appetite and quench their thirst.
All were eager to get cleaned and into some clean, and finer clothes. Gimli was not surprised that Aragorn was given the first and slightly larger room, but he was also pleased that the room next to his was currently vacant, which meant it was probably to be used by Legolas. The Dwarf was glad his friend would be nearby, if they had words to discuss it would make it much easier, and he could good-heartedly torment his friend with his snores that were said to be able to penetrate walls. He smiled at the thought and set about getting ready for the supper with the King and his staff.
Aragorn quickly began to settle into his room when he noticed that one of his bags was missing. It held nothing of truly signifigant importance but he did wish for it back. He thought it probably had been sent to the wrong room by mistake. He walked into the hall, intent on asking his Men if any of them had it. Just as he was about to knock on Risorine's door he spotted a figure coming down the hallway. His feet made no noise and his hair shined a bright golden. Aragorn sighed, relieved to see Legolas had made it safely into the castle. He was in his human disguise, which was only logical, as this was a crucial time in their journey. Looking down he noted that the Elf also carried a bag. His bag.
Legolas smiled as he approached Aragorn, and handed him his burden.
"I was just looking for this." Aragorn said, shouldering the bag.
"It was left on one of the horses, I noticed it as I was settling them down and recognized it as yours." Legolas replied. Aragorn motioned for the Elf to follow him to his room. It was set a bit farther away from the rest of the rooms and they could talk in private. When the door was safely locked Aragorn turned to his friend expectantly.
"Did you fare well?" He asked, though his concern was clearly unwarranted as the Elf stood whole before him.
"Yes, quite well. I took my time with the horses, to make sure I did not return too early. One of the stable workers escorted me back to the castle as well, to ensure I would be allowed entrance. After that Emilil led me to this floor and instructed me back here." Legolas said simply. "And yourself? Is all well?"
"Very. We already went through the ceremony involving the Cups of Brelan. It was clearly a rare ceremony for them to perform so I don't believe it will be mentioned again. Your absence was unnoticed as well. I met King Vecery, but not long enough to form a firm opinion just yet. We are to have dinner with him this evening, all of us. He wishes to hear of our journey and of Gondor." Aragorn said, unpacking his newly aquired bag.
"In that case I should get ready. Which room is mine?"
"The last one on the left I believe. You're next to Gimli's room." Aragorn said, enjoying Legolas's immediate reaction. The Elf grimaced and sighed discontently.
"I would be the one to have to suffer through his unbearable snoring." Legolas griped.
"Legolas, these walls are hard stone. Surely not even Gimli could be so loud." Aragorn argued.
"You do not have Elven hearing. But that in itself is unimportant, you will most likely be able to hear him from this room as well." Legolas continued, "I will see you at dinner then."
"Of course. I'll see you there." Legolas nodded in parting and left for his own room.
He reached his chambers and stepped inside. The room was pleasant enough: a large comfortable bed, a platter of food was set out, there was a closet for his belongings and he was also graced with a huge picture window and attaching balcony. He wondered if everyone had one. Stepping out and looking across the side of the building he found that only every second room was equipped with the attached balcony. He smiled, wondering how Gimli felt about that.
Deciding he had plenty of time to get ready for the evening meal he decided to visit his friend. The fun way. Legolas jumped onto the railing of the balcony and reached out to find a grip to pull himself across. Gracefully, he pulled himself the small way to the next window. He was pleased to see the it was open.
(Aragorn had better be right about this indeed being Gimli's room.) He thought to himself. Very slowly he peered through the open window, and immediately spotted the Dwarf's ax leaning next to the door. A shadow appeared and he quickly pulled himself out of sight. Listening closely, he noted when Gimli had moved across the room. He swiftly dropped completely, grabbing the window ledge as he fell past it. Then he waited, still listening.
A strong wind blew suddenly, convincing Gimli to close his window. Just as he reached out to shut it a figure pounced at him from below, sending him flying backwards in shock. It then perched itself merrily on the ledge, smiling at his handiwork.
Gimli groaned dramatically, "Why is it you can never use the door, Elf?"
"Far too easy my friend, far too easy. Besides, someone must keep you on your toes." Legolas said, jumping into the room and offering his hand to Gimli. The Dwarf accepted.
"If you ever try that again you shall have to keep on your own toes if you wish to keep your head." Gimli groused, but then smiled, glad to see his friend, "I take it all went well if you are in a good enough mood to annoy me so."
"Everything went perfectly, as I have already explained to Aragorn. I merely came over to show you I am well and ask what you thought of our hosts." Legolas said, walking about the room and picking up various objects.
"They seem hospitable enough, and sincere as far as I can tell. I did not meet their king long enough to form an opinion on him. He seems ... complex." Gimli said after taking a moment to choose the right word.
"Aragorn said near the same thing. I shall have to meet him for myself then." Legolas said, putting down the statue he had been studying and rubbing at his forehead absently.
"Is that Elven Mist still causing you headaches?" Gimli asked, allowing only a slight edge of concern into his voice.
Legolas dropped his hand immediately, seemingly shocked he had been paying the mild ache any mind, "It is nothing, truly. But I believe I have discovered the reasons for them. The headaches always begin when the Mist of Concealment begins to fade, and my true appearance resurfaces. They are simply a warning so that one won't be caught unaware and suddenly revealed. It is useful actually."
"That is good then, for I would hate for you to be discovered in this land. From what I've seen of their king, Elves truly are not very welcome here." Gimli said, his voice clearly saddened by this, and the fact his friend was forced to hide his identity.
"Well there is little that can be done. I shall leave you prepare for tonight's supper, for I must do the same." Legolas said.
Gimli headed towards the door, meaning to open it for his friend, "See you shortly then, *Salogel*." Gimli emphasized Legolas's fake name and turned only to find his friend already gone. With a sigh Gimli moved to the window, this time ready in case of attack, and closed it.
Before he did so he chanced a glance outside to try and spot his friend scaling the wall. Legolas had already disappeared into his room, but what Gimli did see disturbed him greatly.
(Why does he get a balcony?)
TBC
To my reviewers, if they even remember reviewing this:
Seaweed - you got it right on the money in your review. Sorry this was so long. *sorry to everyone really*
MeShelly - you're great for always reviewing and I just wanted to thank you personally
shen panda - once more, I am not dead. (I'll probably never die, just some of my fics)
peppervl & bill-the-pony - thanks for the info on Elven religion. Much appreciated.
Thanks to everyone that ever reviewed, or even just read the story. I don't know if anyone will want to keep reading this after all this time, I hope so. But I plan on finishing as soon as possible or else this story will haunt me for the rest of my life. There won't be any action for awhile though, this is my more mature writing form. It's very plot driven, but there will be action eventually. Diana ^_^
If you are in need of a recap here goes: The group is travelling to Brelan to recover the Stone of Malinya (if you don't remember that you're really screwed) they have reached Brelan's capital city, Miscalanth. Brelan people hate Elves so Legolas is pretending to be a Man, and has a Mist of Concealment that helps with that. Risorine is a jealous captain of Aragorn's guards, Sorinth is the leader of the Brelan Men. That's about it for main points.
The Stone of Malinya
The land was flat and far reaching. A glistening city stood tall in the center of the landscape, not unlike Minas Tirith were it not for its slightly smaller size, lack of great walls and difference in construction. What had momentarily awed the King of Gondor though was the amazing vastness of the land. As far as the eye could see the horizon glittered with valleys and small outcroppings of villages. Brelan stretched out in all directions, like fingers trying to extend themselves beyond their reach. And the view from the ridge on which they stood was probably the most magnificent in the land.
"Wonderful, is it not?" Sorinth asked, pleased by everyone's reaction.
"A magnificent kingdom, proud and strong." Aragorn agreed.
"It stretches beyond sight." Legolas commented. From any other this was not a surprising comment, but the Elf's eyesight was many times keener than a Man's and the land was truly grand if he could not see its edges.
"We shall take you down then, for a closer look." Sorinth offered, leading the way down the rocky hill. Aragorn looked back to his men, most were still searching the horizon, taking in the sight of Miscalanth and its surroundings. The Lord immediately noticed Risorine though, not following the actions of his companions. Instead he followed Sorinth wordlessly, seemingly not at all impressed by the sight of Brelan. Looking back, Aragorn wondered how he could not be, at least initially, for after a moment the shock wore away. A sad thought struck him though, if this land was as vast as it appeared, how were they to find the Stone of Malinya? He felt his previous doubts and worry begin to bubble up once more, but he put them aside almost immediately, for there was nothing he could do for now. He could only hope the answer to his questions would present itself shortly.
As they neared the gates of Miscalanth several guards halted their progress. After few words Sorinth explained themselves and their companions, it was routine only as they had been expected back any day. The company rode through the streets of the city for several minutes, obviously being led to a large castle that stood in the heart of the city, towering over all like a watchful sentry. As they neared the gates several Men approached and Legolas knew that shortly he would have to put his plan into action if he didn't wish to be discovered.
"This is the castle of Hileris. Our King awaits you inside." Sorinth explained, dismounting his horse.
Aragorn noticed the Men coming forward. The one in lead was clearly an authority figure, but the others appeared to be servants of some kind. As one took the reins of Sorinth's horse he realized they must be from the stables. The lead man came up to Aragorn just as he was dismounting.
"Greetings, I am Emilil, the King's advisor. If you will follow me I will take you to meet with our Lord Vecery. I know you must be tired from your journey but the King wished to greet you as soon as you arrived." Emilil explained, bowing slightly to show his respect.
"I will gladly meet your Lord. Please, lead on." Aragorn followed Emilil and then stole a glance aimed at Legolas. He and Gimli were only now turning over their horse and began to follow. (If he does indeed have a plan he had better put it to effect shortly.) Aragorn thought to himself.
At that moment several sounds filtered through the air, the terrified screams of the horses, the pounding of their hoofs as they bucked, and the surprised cries of the Men who were trying to control them. Aragorn swung around to find almost all of the horses of Gondor loudly protesting being touched by any of the Men of Brelan. The stable keepers tried to calm them but they merely became more irate and bucked greatly.
"Calm them down. Hold them. They're going to hurt themselves!" The Men cried, clearly confused by the horses' behaviour.
Aragorn was about to rush to their aid but Legolas beat him to it. He swiftly moved from horse to horse, clearly calming them with his presence. Their neighs quieted and their stance relaxed with the simplest word from the Elf. The last steed his attended was his own, Jarinel, who was also protesting the loudest. He petted the animal as it calmed at his touch and turned to the shocked Men.
"They are understandibly reluctant to go with strangers from this foreign land." He explained, nuzzling Jarinel's nose pleasantly.
"Well they seem calm now, I think we can handle them on our own." One of the stable keepers said. He approached one of the horses which reacted immediately and tried to kick him away. The Man only barely dodged the legs of the horse. Legolas rushed over and calmed the creature down at once.
"Perhaps Salogel should stay with them, if only for a little while, until they get settled." Sorinth suggested, fearing his Men's safety with the beasts.
"Would you be willing Salogel, and you could meet with us later?" Aragorn asked, already knowing the answer. It was not usual for the horses of Gondor to behave this way. He knew their strange behaviour was Legolas's doing.
"Of course, I shall see that they behave for our guests. I should not be too long." Legolas said, taking two horses by the reins. Though he appeared only to be fulfilling his duties Aragorn was sure he saw a smirk on the Elf's face.
"We should continue inside then." Sorinth said when it was obvious Legolas had the horses under control.
Aragorn nodded his agreement, hiding his own smile. Clearly Legolas had asked the horses to rebel without him near, and it had worked perfectly. He would be saved from having to endure the ceremony of the Cups of Brelan and it wouldn't seem the least suspicious, especially since Sorinth had been the one to suggest he take leave of their company. The plan was elegant in its simplicity and he couldn't help but be impressed by Legolas's usage of what he had with him. Of course, the Elf's ability to speak with the equines certainly helped, but it was a clever plan, nonetheless.
Relieved, Aragorn followed their guide with a much lighter heart, knowing Legolas was safe for the time being.
The Castle of Hileris was a grand structure, speaking highly of the constructual abilities of Men just by standing. The stairs were wide and echoed of marble, the walls were ornately decorated with fabulous artistry sculpted directly into the walls, as well as the immense pillars. Aragorn was impressed as he strode through the halls, his own home was only slightly larger, but this castle was equal in appearances.
"My Lord awaits you in the common room, for he did not know the time in which you may arrive. But he was quite adament about meeting you immediately. This gathering is of great importance to our Lord and he wishes for all to go well." Emilil said, leading the way up a grand flight of stairs.
"I must admit I have been eager to meet him as well." Aragorn said simply, studying the castle closely. Logically he knew there was no danger here, but it was a subconscious habit of his to learn all he could of new surroundings.
The group currently consisted of Aragorn and his Men, minus Legolas, and Emilil only. The Men of Brelan that had accompanied them had retired to their homes to rest and eat, having fulfilled their duty.
They were led to a large area, slightly closed off, far across the room was a massive wooden door, protected by a small contingent of guards. Just as Aragorn was about to ask why they had stopped Emilil spoke, as if reading his thoughts.
"It is customary of our guests to drink of the Cups of Brelan. It is required before you meet our Lord."
Aragorn nodded, "Sorinth has explained this ceremony, we will gladly partake."
"Of course Master Gimli has no need to drink of the cups, it is for Men only and his status is already highly honored." Emilil said, smiling at the Dwarf as his chest puffed out slightly.
Chuckling inwardly Aragorn watched as one of the guards who were escorting them suddenly brought forth two golden chalices. Another guard carried with him a jug, obviously holding the liquid they would be drinking. Emilil filled both cups to the brim then took a drink from one of the chalices, clearly to prove the drink was not lethal or dangerous in any way. The King of Gondor nodded as the cup was passed to him and he drank. The elixir was almost sickly sweet and left a pleasant aftertaste. He quickly passed on the cup.
When all had drank from one cup or another Emilil smiled and gestured towards the door, "My Lord would be thrilled to meet you now."
The word 'now' did not go unnoticed by Gimli or Aragorn, both knew if they hadn't drank they would not be permitted an audience, and probably would be asked to leave the kingdom. The great doors were opened by the guards and the company was admitted inside.
The room was vast, with a large table in the middle, set with chairs, there was an empty throne at the front of the room, clearly for the Lord of the kingdom. Food was set to one side and one wall was mainly made of windows, providing a grand view of the city. It reminded Aragorn of the tower he retreated to in order to think and be by himself. This was not the case for this Lord however, he stood by one of the large windows, surrounded by staff and advisors, or members of council.
Aragorn and his company were led forward into the chamber, drawing the attention of its occupants.
"Lord Vecery, may I proudly introduce Lord Elessar of Gondor and company." Emilil said loudly, with a grand gesture of his hands.
The group by the windows parted and before them stood Lord Vecery. He was an older gentleman, with wrinkled, but strong, hands, and a short silver beard. His eyes were a startling blue, but held no warmth or cold, they were neutral and undecided. He stood at the height of many, not above or below anyone else, and held himself with an air of confidence as all rulers should.
Aragorn stepped forward and bowed, as did Lord Vecery, respectfully.
"Lord Vecery, it is an honor to meet you at last." Aragorn said sincerely.
"You as well, Lord Elessar. It is our great hope that our kingdoms will have much to offer one another." Vecery replied, also very formally.
"I am sure it will be so. Hopefully this meeting can set the groundwork for a long and lasting friendship between our lands."
Vecery nodded and then inclined his head towards Emilil, who had ventured to his side. The two spoke quietly for only a moment and when the Lord turned back to them there was the slightest hint of warmth in his eyes, as though the group had suddenly become friends with the King. Aragorn hadn't heard all that was said, but 'cups' and 'test' had been clear to him, and then Emilil had nodded his head. He assumed the King was pleased they were not Elves and had passed the test of the Cups of Brelan. Aragorn couldn't help but wonder what this ruler could hate so much about the Eldar race, especially since it was most likely he had never even met one.
"We have much to speak of, that is sure. But the day is still young and you all look as though you could appreciate the comforts of a good meal and perhaps a short rest. My servants will show you to your chambers, and if you will, we shall talk later this day at the evening meal." Vecery said, trying to accomodate their guests as much as possible.
"That sounds fine. My men and I will be glad to join you. Then shall be the proper time for discussions and further introductions." Aragorn agreed. They were then led out by servants after a few parting words between the two Kings. It was all very formal, making Gimli and Aragorn's guards glad they had not been required to speak.
(Hopefully things will quickly become more relaxed. I wonder how Legolas fares?) Gimli thought to himself, as he was led away to his chambers. He supposed he would have to wait and see, but deep down he somehow knew the Elf to be fine. Each Man (and Dwarf) were assigned their own chambers, and their belongings were brought up not long after. There was a selection of food and wine in each room, not enough for a whole meal but more than enough to tide over one's appetite and quench their thirst.
All were eager to get cleaned and into some clean, and finer clothes. Gimli was not surprised that Aragorn was given the first and slightly larger room, but he was also pleased that the room next to his was currently vacant, which meant it was probably to be used by Legolas. The Dwarf was glad his friend would be nearby, if they had words to discuss it would make it much easier, and he could good-heartedly torment his friend with his snores that were said to be able to penetrate walls. He smiled at the thought and set about getting ready for the supper with the King and his staff.
Aragorn quickly began to settle into his room when he noticed that one of his bags was missing. It held nothing of truly signifigant importance but he did wish for it back. He thought it probably had been sent to the wrong room by mistake. He walked into the hall, intent on asking his Men if any of them had it. Just as he was about to knock on Risorine's door he spotted a figure coming down the hallway. His feet made no noise and his hair shined a bright golden. Aragorn sighed, relieved to see Legolas had made it safely into the castle. He was in his human disguise, which was only logical, as this was a crucial time in their journey. Looking down he noted that the Elf also carried a bag. His bag.
Legolas smiled as he approached Aragorn, and handed him his burden.
"I was just looking for this." Aragorn said, shouldering the bag.
"It was left on one of the horses, I noticed it as I was settling them down and recognized it as yours." Legolas replied. Aragorn motioned for the Elf to follow him to his room. It was set a bit farther away from the rest of the rooms and they could talk in private. When the door was safely locked Aragorn turned to his friend expectantly.
"Did you fare well?" He asked, though his concern was clearly unwarranted as the Elf stood whole before him.
"Yes, quite well. I took my time with the horses, to make sure I did not return too early. One of the stable workers escorted me back to the castle as well, to ensure I would be allowed entrance. After that Emilil led me to this floor and instructed me back here." Legolas said simply. "And yourself? Is all well?"
"Very. We already went through the ceremony involving the Cups of Brelan. It was clearly a rare ceremony for them to perform so I don't believe it will be mentioned again. Your absence was unnoticed as well. I met King Vecery, but not long enough to form a firm opinion just yet. We are to have dinner with him this evening, all of us. He wishes to hear of our journey and of Gondor." Aragorn said, unpacking his newly aquired bag.
"In that case I should get ready. Which room is mine?"
"The last one on the left I believe. You're next to Gimli's room." Aragorn said, enjoying Legolas's immediate reaction. The Elf grimaced and sighed discontently.
"I would be the one to have to suffer through his unbearable snoring." Legolas griped.
"Legolas, these walls are hard stone. Surely not even Gimli could be so loud." Aragorn argued.
"You do not have Elven hearing. But that in itself is unimportant, you will most likely be able to hear him from this room as well." Legolas continued, "I will see you at dinner then."
"Of course. I'll see you there." Legolas nodded in parting and left for his own room.
He reached his chambers and stepped inside. The room was pleasant enough: a large comfortable bed, a platter of food was set out, there was a closet for his belongings and he was also graced with a huge picture window and attaching balcony. He wondered if everyone had one. Stepping out and looking across the side of the building he found that only every second room was equipped with the attached balcony. He smiled, wondering how Gimli felt about that.
Deciding he had plenty of time to get ready for the evening meal he decided to visit his friend. The fun way. Legolas jumped onto the railing of the balcony and reached out to find a grip to pull himself across. Gracefully, he pulled himself the small way to the next window. He was pleased to see the it was open.
(Aragorn had better be right about this indeed being Gimli's room.) He thought to himself. Very slowly he peered through the open window, and immediately spotted the Dwarf's ax leaning next to the door. A shadow appeared and he quickly pulled himself out of sight. Listening closely, he noted when Gimli had moved across the room. He swiftly dropped completely, grabbing the window ledge as he fell past it. Then he waited, still listening.
A strong wind blew suddenly, convincing Gimli to close his window. Just as he reached out to shut it a figure pounced at him from below, sending him flying backwards in shock. It then perched itself merrily on the ledge, smiling at his handiwork.
Gimli groaned dramatically, "Why is it you can never use the door, Elf?"
"Far too easy my friend, far too easy. Besides, someone must keep you on your toes." Legolas said, jumping into the room and offering his hand to Gimli. The Dwarf accepted.
"If you ever try that again you shall have to keep on your own toes if you wish to keep your head." Gimli groused, but then smiled, glad to see his friend, "I take it all went well if you are in a good enough mood to annoy me so."
"Everything went perfectly, as I have already explained to Aragorn. I merely came over to show you I am well and ask what you thought of our hosts." Legolas said, walking about the room and picking up various objects.
"They seem hospitable enough, and sincere as far as I can tell. I did not meet their king long enough to form an opinion on him. He seems ... complex." Gimli said after taking a moment to choose the right word.
"Aragorn said near the same thing. I shall have to meet him for myself then." Legolas said, putting down the statue he had been studying and rubbing at his forehead absently.
"Is that Elven Mist still causing you headaches?" Gimli asked, allowing only a slight edge of concern into his voice.
Legolas dropped his hand immediately, seemingly shocked he had been paying the mild ache any mind, "It is nothing, truly. But I believe I have discovered the reasons for them. The headaches always begin when the Mist of Concealment begins to fade, and my true appearance resurfaces. They are simply a warning so that one won't be caught unaware and suddenly revealed. It is useful actually."
"That is good then, for I would hate for you to be discovered in this land. From what I've seen of their king, Elves truly are not very welcome here." Gimli said, his voice clearly saddened by this, and the fact his friend was forced to hide his identity.
"Well there is little that can be done. I shall leave you prepare for tonight's supper, for I must do the same." Legolas said.
Gimli headed towards the door, meaning to open it for his friend, "See you shortly then, *Salogel*." Gimli emphasized Legolas's fake name and turned only to find his friend already gone. With a sigh Gimli moved to the window, this time ready in case of attack, and closed it.
Before he did so he chanced a glance outside to try and spot his friend scaling the wall. Legolas had already disappeared into his room, but what Gimli did see disturbed him greatly.
(Why does he get a balcony?)
TBC
To my reviewers, if they even remember reviewing this:
Seaweed - you got it right on the money in your review. Sorry this was so long. *sorry to everyone really*
MeShelly - you're great for always reviewing and I just wanted to thank you personally
shen panda - once more, I am not dead. (I'll probably never die, just some of my fics)
peppervl & bill-the-pony - thanks for the info on Elven religion. Much appreciated.
Thanks to everyone that ever reviewed, or even just read the story. I don't know if anyone will want to keep reading this after all this time, I hope so. But I plan on finishing as soon as possible or else this story will haunt me for the rest of my life. There won't be any action for awhile though, this is my more mature writing form. It's very plot driven, but there will be action eventually. Diana ^_^