Teregith's feathered quill scratched yet another letter out to Queen Lilithra of Mithilgor. The Dark Elf smiled as he wrote his report. Why not? After all, things were going very well and peaceably. He was dabbing the pen into the ink to write another sentence when the flap of his tent flew up.
With a low grunt, Gilithtor entered. Unceremoniously, he dropped his black leather gloves onto Teregith's collapsible field table with contempt.
"What is it this time?" Teregith asked with an exasperated sigh.
His brother's eyes gleamed darkly. "They're out there in that palace of theirs… Dancing, singing, being joyful at a time when their state affairs ought to be the most important things to them!" He spat in his native tongue. There was no attempt to hide the anger in his voice. "They are wasteful, extravagant creatures! Without care, without priority. They do not deserve such a beautiful place to call their home."
The twinge of envy that touched these last words made Teregith study the other Dark Elven leader with a scrutinizing expression. "They built it," he answered finally, "they deserve a right to this city as we do to ours." Now he shrugged, bending back over the paper on which he had been writing.
"Bah!" Gilithtor waved an arm and collected his gloves. "You have merely too great a heart, even for frivolous creatures who deserve no friendship of ours." He snapped before leaving Teregith to his own thoughts.
Setting the letter aside, the elder dark elf let his eyes fall to the wood grain of the table top. It was worn and polished with use, gleaming like dull gold in the light of his dim lamp. Teregith closed his eyes, ran a hand through his dark silver-streaked hair.
He'd been told that someone or something ominous was coming. As leader of the Mithilgor guard, it was his task to protect the great city from any kind of threat: from marauders to thieves, from wolves to armies of enemy nations. It made perfect sense that he would be forewarned of this coming thing, though he knew not what it was. In what he decided was his best judgment, Teregith had surrounded the city gates with his men. There they had waited for the danger to present itself.
It had, in the form of a single horseman coming across the countryside. When Teregith heard it, he nearly laughed. "One single person! Just one to be the cause of so much trouble and preparation of arms?" Incredulous was his response to that until he saw the creature for himself.
Its hair was dark, almost as dark as Teregith's; but the skin was fair, very pale. Paler than any dwarf's or man's he'd ever come across. To his shock, it was discovered that this creature had pointed ears just like their own! Also, he spoke in a language that none could understand in this realm of theirs. Teregith tried to communicate with him after this strange new person was captured. He responded to the Common Tongue, the tongue of men, though it was still quite difficult to understand him. He'd come into the lands unarmed, save for a single slightly crumpled envelope. There was honesty in this creature's eyes; Teregith decided he'd best come before the queen and her court.
Yes, Teregith remembered it all very well. Erestor, with his white skin, high carved cheek bones, and his slender almost effeminate body, had been the most beautiful two-legged creature he'd ever laid eyes upon. Not only that, but he moved with a grace and composure unmatched by any Dark Elf. Teregith was intrigued. He'd wondered if there were more like this.
Then he'd come to this place. Imladris, they called it; or Rivendell. Its majestic beauty struck him and he'd fallen instantly in love with the place. The people that inhabited these shores were equally as beautiful as the lands in which they dwelled. Something soft deep inside of him was quite taken. The last thing he wanted to do was cause these people harm. If anything, he desired only to learn more about them.
His brother on the other hand, was not taken. He distrusted them, hated them for no reason that Teregith could see. With a touch of fear, Teregith wondered if conquest was on his mind.
'Well, I must do all in my power, my very best to stop him if such a thing is true.' He thought with conviction. 'The queen, I think, would be displeased with any kind of violent or unfriendly action on our part if it is unprovoked.' Still, his brother had a great amount of freedom as joint commander of their force, and it was by no means a meager one.
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Chibi Legolas: Ooooooo, have I got plans for this! Stay tuned. ^_^
With a low grunt, Gilithtor entered. Unceremoniously, he dropped his black leather gloves onto Teregith's collapsible field table with contempt.
"What is it this time?" Teregith asked with an exasperated sigh.
His brother's eyes gleamed darkly. "They're out there in that palace of theirs… Dancing, singing, being joyful at a time when their state affairs ought to be the most important things to them!" He spat in his native tongue. There was no attempt to hide the anger in his voice. "They are wasteful, extravagant creatures! Without care, without priority. They do not deserve such a beautiful place to call their home."
The twinge of envy that touched these last words made Teregith study the other Dark Elven leader with a scrutinizing expression. "They built it," he answered finally, "they deserve a right to this city as we do to ours." Now he shrugged, bending back over the paper on which he had been writing.
"Bah!" Gilithtor waved an arm and collected his gloves. "You have merely too great a heart, even for frivolous creatures who deserve no friendship of ours." He snapped before leaving Teregith to his own thoughts.
Setting the letter aside, the elder dark elf let his eyes fall to the wood grain of the table top. It was worn and polished with use, gleaming like dull gold in the light of his dim lamp. Teregith closed his eyes, ran a hand through his dark silver-streaked hair.
He'd been told that someone or something ominous was coming. As leader of the Mithilgor guard, it was his task to protect the great city from any kind of threat: from marauders to thieves, from wolves to armies of enemy nations. It made perfect sense that he would be forewarned of this coming thing, though he knew not what it was. In what he decided was his best judgment, Teregith had surrounded the city gates with his men. There they had waited for the danger to present itself.
It had, in the form of a single horseman coming across the countryside. When Teregith heard it, he nearly laughed. "One single person! Just one to be the cause of so much trouble and preparation of arms?" Incredulous was his response to that until he saw the creature for himself.
Its hair was dark, almost as dark as Teregith's; but the skin was fair, very pale. Paler than any dwarf's or man's he'd ever come across. To his shock, it was discovered that this creature had pointed ears just like their own! Also, he spoke in a language that none could understand in this realm of theirs. Teregith tried to communicate with him after this strange new person was captured. He responded to the Common Tongue, the tongue of men, though it was still quite difficult to understand him. He'd come into the lands unarmed, save for a single slightly crumpled envelope. There was honesty in this creature's eyes; Teregith decided he'd best come before the queen and her court.
Yes, Teregith remembered it all very well. Erestor, with his white skin, high carved cheek bones, and his slender almost effeminate body, had been the most beautiful two-legged creature he'd ever laid eyes upon. Not only that, but he moved with a grace and composure unmatched by any Dark Elf. Teregith was intrigued. He'd wondered if there were more like this.
Then he'd come to this place. Imladris, they called it; or Rivendell. Its majestic beauty struck him and he'd fallen instantly in love with the place. The people that inhabited these shores were equally as beautiful as the lands in which they dwelled. Something soft deep inside of him was quite taken. The last thing he wanted to do was cause these people harm. If anything, he desired only to learn more about them.
His brother on the other hand, was not taken. He distrusted them, hated them for no reason that Teregith could see. With a touch of fear, Teregith wondered if conquest was on his mind.
'Well, I must do all in my power, my very best to stop him if such a thing is true.' He thought with conviction. 'The queen, I think, would be displeased with any kind of violent or unfriendly action on our part if it is unprovoked.' Still, his brother had a great amount of freedom as joint commander of their force, and it was by no means a meager one.
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Chibi Legolas: Ooooooo, have I got plans for this! Stay tuned. ^_^