A/n: Hullo! Heheh...I'm back! Soooorry so much for not posting anything in a very long time...sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry, I suffered from a major authors block...really, and then I found inspiration in Harry Potter fiction, which kept me busy, if you like Harry Potter please do read my HP fic it's called "Practical magic" ...um...thanx to all reviewers, u all make my day!!!

Disclaimer: I don't own it, if I did I would be a millionaire and I would...umm...own LOTR ...

Chapter...umm..17, is it? Yeah, 17,

"Mororn!" Thalion called.

Mororn turned around and saw that Thalion was calling her from the other side of the hallway. She sighed. Probably he was calling her so that they could talk about Nimloth, as always. She put on her best smile and answered, "Yes Thalion?"

"Hi," he said. "Have you seen Draug-rog?"

'Draug-rog!? I had forgotten...I wonder if he's mad about the kiss I gave him the other day' she mused to herself, yet she forgot to answer Thalion's question.

"Mororn...Mororn!" he called shaking her slightly.

"Huh? Oh, sorry, I must have gone in a day sleep or something..." she said blushing a bit while she hid her blonde hair beneath her ears.

"Yes, I thought you were ill for a moment," he chuckled. "Anyway, have you seen Draug-rog?"

"Draug-rog? No, I'm afraid I haven't seen him."

"Oh, Well if you see him, tell him I'm looking for him, will you?"

"Of course."

"Oh, Mororn, by the way, the king of Forochel and the whole counsel is waiting for you," he added as he walked away.

She mentally slapped herself for forgetting about the council. She was on her way to a meeting before Thalion arrived. She cursed under her breath and headed towards the meeting.

Meanwhile in the meeting...

Forochel's most important men were waiting impatiently.

"We are waiting for someone very important and essential for this matter," Draug-rog kept telling them.

Amarth-dae kept tapping the table with his lean fingers, while he rested his chin in his free hand. His father, King Aglar was looking all over the room. He hadn't seen his dearest niece Nimloth.

"Draug-rog, where's Nimloth, for I wish so much to see her," he quietly asked.

"She's in her own quest, now, uncle," Draug-rog retorted coldly. The lack of news about his sister still haunted him.

"What do you mean in her own quest ?" King Aglar asked, half concerned, half irritated due to the lack of accuracy in his nephew's answer.

"Well, do you remember, about the gem I mentioned some time ago? The one that belonged to..."

"Yes. I remember," King Aglar interrupted. "What of that?"

"Nimloth is taking it back to Gondor," Draug-rog said Gondor with that same despiteful tone Nimloth used before she fell in love with Boromir.

"Gondor?!" The man roared causing various eyes to set on them. "I can't believe it, you are taking that precious gem to Gondor? Your worst enemy."

"It belongs there, uncle, and you know it," Draug-rog explained.

Amarth-dae, who had been listening throughout the conversation joined. "It belongs to us! Angmarians. Not to the men of Gondor, damn it You traitor!"

"What could you know, after all you're only half Angmarian, aren't you?" Draug-rog answered coldly. Amarth-dae looked at his cousin enraged: he had hit the soft spot.

"It's enough, stop it you two! Draug-rog is right, although I hate to agree with him, that damn gem belongs in Gondor."

Amarth-dae looked as if he was about to kill his own father for not supporting him in front of his cousin. And Draug-rog had a triumphant smile upon his fair face.

Just then, Mororn entered the room. All heads turned towards her and her beauty, of course.

Draug-rog looked at her. She had her best dress on, a long and beautiful dark purple dress, and she carried her staff which was a long and twisted wooden stick passed from generation to generation. At the top three black claws, which apparently belonged to a dragon, held up a round and fire like sphere. Things moved inside it, and the sphere itself was red, orange and electric blue but this blue was only in the base, which made the sphere look as a round dazzling flame. It was also Mororn's own and safer version of a Palantir.

Draug-rog looked at her, it wasn't until that day that he had realised her beauty and his feelings towards her. Was it only brotherly love? Was it only friendship? Was it something else hidden in the dark and lonely bottom of his stone like heart? After all he had met her when he was only a child and she was a very young apprentice of magic. They were only kids back then and he didn't feel anything but friendship for Mororn. But now, now as they grew to adults, as he grew, so did his friendship with Mororn, transforming into something it be? Was it possible...if it was, would she return his feelings? Draug-rog wasn't use to feel this for any girl, it was the other way round: girls looked for him. He wasn't very fond of this feeling...as a matter of fact the few times he had fallen in love he had hated every second of it...that's how he became captain of his own army, that way he wouldn't have time for love, that was what he had thought back then and it had worked pretty good so far...had it? By the Valar, he was in love and with Mororn, his best friend, her sister's best friend, his only true and familiar company for the past months.

"Draug-rog...Draug-rog, My lord!" A man's voice brought him back from his thoughts. "Are you alright?"

Draug-rog scratched his head. "Yes, I'm fine. Let's continue with the meeting."

(Some hours later)

"We need to strike, and to strike right now, this night," a Forochelian said.

"Yes, but the enemy is still not close enough, we haven't planned it properly yet. What would we win if we strike an enemy who has already thought of how to defeat us if we don't have a plan?" Draug-rog said.

"Draug-rog's right," Amarth-dae agreed. "Though he rejects every plan we've suggested."

"It's not that simple, Amarth-dae. The enemy has attacked my city before, and the plan we had back then was pretty much the same as the one's I have heard here," Draug-rog replied. "They are good, but just, not good enough."

"Are you calling us stupid, then?" Amarth-dae asked darkly. "Is that what we Forochelians are to you? Stupid?"

Every Forochelian turned their gaze to Draug-rog. They all begun to yell at the same time leaving Draug-rog little time to explain what he meant.

"Gentlemen!" Gûlmith, Mororn's father intervene. "We are not being civilised.I certainly doubt lord Draug-rog would think Forochelians are stupid, after all, he was raised in Forochel and his dear uncle the king, is Forochelian...I think this was a huge misunderstanding. We are all under a lot of pressure, I suggest we all take a rest and some air...maybe we could have some herbal tea, which my daughter and I would be more willing to prepare."

After Gûlmith and Mororn had prepared the herbal tea, everyone took a break and used the time to chat and exchange opinions. Some of them supported Draug-rog and other supported Amarth-dae.

"That Draug-rog is good for nothing!" a man quietly said. "I bet if Angmar was ruled by prince Amarth-dae it would be all solved. I told you Hendir, we should have joined the witch king and his army...right know we would be on the top of the food chain!"

"I don't know, I think lord Amarth-dae is too impulsive," Hendir said. "Make sure none hears what you've just said about lord Draug-rog...most of his guard men are here..."

Mororn heard this conversation and sighed. Ever since she had memory, Draug-rog and Amarth-dae had been rivals. Fighting over everything. Maybe it was due to the fact that Amarth-dae was intelligent , good in battles, an excellent swordsman, outstanding with the bow...everything, you just mention it! Draug-rog envied him. But Amarth-dae secretly admired his cousin. Draug-rog had everything Amarth-dae had, but with a plus: he was kind and popular, loved by everyone, even by Amarth-dae's own father, or at least it looked as if but Mororn was never sure if it was pure rivalry or something more.

She stood in front of the table where a huge cauldron stood steaming. She took a goblet and poured some black dizzy liquid. Suddenly some one tapped her shoulder. It was Amarth-dae.

"Hi," he said sweetly. Apparently he choose to be nice with Mororn this time. Mororn could clearly remember the times when he teased her; they used to hate each other, and it had been over 6 years since she last saw him.

"Oh, Hello, your highness," Mororn greeted him. "I hope you are having a nice time."

"A nice time?!" Amarth-dae inquired raising his brows. "We are in the middle of war, for the Valar, woman!"

"Oh, yes your highness, you're absolutely correct," she said slightly blushed. It seemed he hadn't changed after all.

At this Amarth-dae laughed, his cold blue eyes turning warm with each laugh.

'What now?' thought Moron.

"Mororn, don't call me your highness, we've known each other for what? Over 17 years?".

"Um...yes...I believe so, sir."

"Call me Amarth-dae, my Lady," he said smiling slyly.

Moron blushed. "Fine."

"And how have you been? Are you still a magic apprentice?"

"No, I'm a witchcraft teacher myself," Mororn explained. "Actually I'm teaching small children and young adults too."

"Wow...I can't believe it has been so much time," Amarth-dae mused recalling his infant days. "It seems not so long ago when we were only little children... "

Amarth-dae kept talking while Mororn thought. 'Please make him forget about...'

"And I still remember when you used to run naked in my pool...hahahaha!"

At this Mororn blushed deeply. And looking to he ground admitted, "There wasn't much to see back then."

Amarth-dae laughed wildly. "You always had a great sense of humour... you never took seriously my jokes."

"We used to hate each other," Mororn pointed out. "You wanted to kill me as much as I wanted you to die."

"Oh, right I remember the time I put a frog inside your bed! Hahahahah! And then you cut holes in my pants, in the more shameful parts, mid you...hahahaha!"

Gûlmith stood up to everyone. "The meeting will continue, please go in the meeting room as quickly as possible!" he announced.

"Well, I bet I must go. Make sure you go in quickly, my lady, you don't want to miss my father's speech!" and said this Amarth-dae left.

This encounter left Mororn feeling quite odd...but what was this inside her heart? Happiness? Attraction? Attraction for Forochel's prince? It seemed he had changed after all..

A/n: Ok, did you loved it, hate it? Please review! Sorry it wasn't much of an exiting chappie...next one will be about Nimloth and Boromir!! Bye, bye!