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Chapter 15, Men from Forochel.
Draug-rog stood still in the arched entrance to the city. His uncle and the other men from Forochel hadn't arrived yet. He was anxious, five years it had been since he last saw his uncle, Aglar (glory.) king of Forochel. He was longing to see him, his uncle was the nearest thing to a father he ever had. Finally after long hours of waiting , Draug-rog, devised very far away, some men approaching.
"Boo!" Mororn pocked his ribs, which made him to jump a little, and obviously scared him to death, for he was concentrated on his uncle.
"Mororn! I...umm..." Although he tried to hide it, Mororn had scared him so much he could feel his heart pounding against his chest.
"I'm sorry I scared you, my lord." She replied.
This was strange though, she seldom called him 'my lord'...even if she did this time she had not shown any respect for her lord's privacy and had poked him... what was the matter with her. That was the same exact thing Draug-rog thought.
"Oh, Mororn! Please! You know you have no need to call me ' lord' we are almost like brother and sister!" he exclaimed, crossing his arms over his chest and leaning against the wall.
"Um... as you wish," Mororn muttered rather embarrassed. "Do you see them?" obviously she was trying to change the subject.
Draug-rog nodded. "Yes, they should be here soon."
"Well, in that case, I'm going back inside...upstairs to the balcony, maybe from there I can get a better view...umm see you!" She started to walk away.
"Mororn!" Draug-rog called her back. She turned her head to look at him. "See you later," he said in an adorable way. Mororn blushed, but she walked towards him anyway.
Gently she approached to his face, Draug-rog was now between the wall and Mororn.
"Mororn?? what are you..." Draug-rog stammered. It wasn't like he hadn't kiss a girl before, but this was different, it was Mororn. She placed her lips on his cheek. Giving him a soft sweet kiss. She bit her lip and giggled playfully while she jogged away turning her head to smile at Draug-rog. Draug-rog rubbed his chin, with a surprised smile on his face, he chuckled and shook his head slightly, still smiling, when he heard the cries from the Forochelians.
Mororn stood on the balcony. The wind was playing with her hair and a wolf cried from far away. She breathed deeply. Cries of happiness were heard. "They are here!" she muttered, and then run inside and down the stairs.
" Draug-rog! My dear boy!" Aglar exclaimed.
"My lord!" Draug-rog bowed. They both laughed and then hugged.
"Such a long time!" King Aglar said.
"Too much, indeed!" Draug-rog agreed hugging his uncle.
A young man , came towards them. Draug-rog raised his eyes to look at him.
"Amarth-dae!(shadow of destiny.)," Draug-rog hugged the man.
"Hello cousin!" he said hit his chest with his fist, then bowed.
Amarth-dae, was King Aglar's only child. They both looked alike , they both had black raven hair, tanned skin and crystal blue eyes but the king held a caring and warm look, noble wise and fair despite his age. Amarth-dae had a cold and unfriendly look , he had a noble and fair face just like his father, but there was something that made them completely different.
Draug-rog did the same and the they both hugged.
Mororn came running in. She bowed at the king and prince, but then looked behind them, at an old man, with very tanned skin white hair and thick moustache and beard. His eyes were hazel, warm and held honestly. She ran towards him.
"Father!" she yelled and hugged him tight. The man was Gûlmith (grey witchcraft.) , Mororn's father. He hugged her too laughing.
"My Mororn! So glad to see you!"
"Ay! I missed you so much father, I'm afraid I have bad news about grandmother Morfëa (Dark spirit.)...she's..." Mororn fought back the tears.
"I know, don't worry...lets not talk about that know, we have no time to loose, the enemy is going to be here any moment."
"Yes, Gûlmith is right, we must hurry." Draug-rog said.
All was settled up. Draug-rog ,Mororn, King Aglar, Amarth-dae and Gûlmith spoke about future plans. Everyone else was eating.
Thalion sat across some Forochelians. They ate enthusiastically, while they spoke about women.
"Aye! Who understands women? Though I must admit, there are some who are worth any trouble...you know what I mean?"
"Yeah, that's true...remember that girl? Lady Nimloth?"
"Khelektári? Yes of course..."
"That girl was a pretty thing! I've often wondered how it would be like to have my hands around her body, my lips on hers...and..."
He couldn't say no more. Thalion was holding him by his shirt.
"Say anything of that sort about Lady Nimloth again, and instead of having her lips on yours you'll have my fist on them!" Thalion he growled. "Am I clear?"
The men nodded. Thalion let go of him and walked out of the dinning room. He stopped by an open window leading to a large balcony. He looked at the moon, it was beautiful. He missed Nimloth.
"Alas! If she comes back I swear by the Valar, I'll ask her again and again until she takes mercy on me and accepts! I'll do that even if it takes away the little honour I have left!"
A few meters behind him Draug-rog was standing still, listening to Thalion. He smiled, his friend was really in love, and with his sister! But she cared not and even though Draug-rog had tried to convince her it was useless. But hearing this changed his whole perception. Thalion was REALLY in love with Nimloth. He promised himself he would speak with his sister about this...if she ever came back. The sadness came back and every memory about their past together flooded his mind. While at a long distant Nimloth was thinking the exact same thing and carried the same weariness. Would they see each other again?
A/n: I know boring...but it is necessary ..sorry I won't post the next chapter, it's too late and I'm tired...after so much time without writing I'm like starting all over...if that makes sense...well plz! REVIEW!!! press the button, preciousss! Press it!