A/N: Not exactly interesting or exciting...but like most chaps it will lead into things. I wish I could skip this kinda stuff but if I did it would really make stuff confusing. So, sorry but it's a must...(I hate the word 'must'!!!!!!! it's so....evil..)

Disclaimer: I don't own Silvan or Rolan.

The King of Silvanesti

Silvan walked back and fourth along the shield not able to summon up the courage to touch or go near the shield again. His horse, Altariel, stood a good distance away from the shield watching Silvan pace back and fourth.

"What to do..what to do...?" Silvan muttered as he paced. He was worried about his mother and the troops he left behind.

He eventually went back to his horse and sat down in the grass, nervously looking around. His horse shared his discomfort and pawed the ground restlessly. A snap of tree branches alerted them that someone was watching them. Silvan fumbled for his sword and spun in circles trying to find the source of the noise. A elf slowly glided from the shadows of the trees. They both eyed each other suspiciously.

"Who are you?" the mysterious elf asked, looking Silvan over.

Silvan looked at the man, "I must ask something first..where am I?"

"You mean...you came...from the other side." the elf looked very shocked.

"Uh...yes..I did.." rubbing his still numb hands.

"And who might you be? Some powerful elf mage...?" the other elf asked thinning his eyes.

"I am Slivanoshei, son of Alhana Starbreeze and Porthios." Silvan said proudly standing up strait.

The other elf was silent for a long time, "I am Rolan. I guard the border of Silvanesti...Your Majesty." he added.

Silvan nodded slowly, still not sure if he could trust this elf. He then suddenly remembered his mother, "I must get out of here! My mother is in danger!"

Rolan looked at him curiously, "You Mother is on the other side? I'm sorry..." Rolan began.

"Please lead me to someone who can let me out." Silvan said quickly cutting him off.

"But..Your Majesty...there is no way to get out..I didn't even know there was a way in.." Rolan said still baffled.

"But..I ... what?!" Silvan stammered. Altariel snorted and pawed the ground as if he knew what Rolan had said. "I am sorry Your Majesty." Rolan had no idea what else to say to Silvan.

"Well..someone in the city must know how to get past it!" Silvan nearly yelled as he grabbed his horses reigns and headed into the forest. Rolan quickly followed.

"Well..no one has ever wanted to get past the shield.." Rolan said quietly.

Silvan took a deep breath to calm himself as he walked on. As he walked he began to wonder how Silvanesti had been doing.

"Rolan?" he asked.

"Yes, Your Majesty?"

"How has Silvanesti been doing..without leadership or guidance?" Silvan asked curiously.

"Poorly.." Rolan said sadly, "but we didn't need it before..we thought we were safe, but now many believe that the shield is doing more harm then help. So they want someone like you to aid them."

Silvan had never really been a real leader yet, he had never had a country to lead. He was treated with respect among his mother's troops but otherwise he held little power. This was a strange new thought to him, to be leader of the Silvanesti elves. Silvan looked up and saw a huge tower in the distance. Slivan gazed at it in wonder.

"That, Your Majesty, is the Tower of the Stars." Rolan said proudly.

"It's glorious!" Silvan sighed.

Rolan smiled, "You can mount your horse if you wish, it would be much faster and I'm sure your people are eager to see you."

"But how would they know Im here?"

"My brothers were watching us, so I'm sure they've spread the word by now."

Silvan had heard no one near them, not even animals, so he was highly impressed at their abilities to remain hidden. "Yes, I suppose I will mount then." Silvan pulled the remainder of the leaves from his hair and jumped up onto Altariel. He kicked his steed into an easy trot and Rolan easily kept a fast jog next to them. With in the next hour they were at the city gates.

"Clear the way for the King!" Rolan shouted at the guards. The guards had obviously gotten wind of the rumor that the rightful king of Silvanesti had passed the shield, for they jumped to obey.

"Come Your Majesty, I will take you to the tower..to your people.." Rolan said eagerly.

Silvan didn't expect the greeting he got. There were cheering elves in the streets and children running around with colorful banners. The next few hours went by in a haze of telling of greetings and cheers. Silvan found himself in a vast room (the way supposedly his) and was in clean clothes. There was a knock on the door.

"Yes?" Silvan asked wondering who it could be.

"Your Majesty!" an elf dressing in expensive robes almost yelled as he bowed deeply. There were many elves behind him that did much of the same thing.

Someone who appeared to been the leader of the group identified them, "We are members of the Council of Silvanesti. We have been taking care of Silvanesti since the shield was raised."

"I see..ans wh yare you here?" Silvan was very tired by now and wanted to rest at some point today.

"We are here to hand over our power to the true leader." and older elf said firmly.

Silvan raised an eyebrow, "Are you sure? I mean I just got here..I'm not sure if I can handle that.."

"Of course you can." another elf shouted, "Your our rightful King."

Silvan sighed, "It appears I have little choice in the matter.." he whispered.

"What was that Your Majesty?" a young maid asked.

"Nothing.."

There was a sudden commotion outside the door. A man in armor quickly ran into the room. "Your Majesty?" the elf saluted.

"Yes. What is it?" Silvan rubbed his head.

"A troop has been spotted in the forest."

"Well that shouldn't be a problem." on one the senators said calmly.

"Their not a troop of elves. Theor humans."

"What?!" many of them yelled.

"It's a small force but.."

"How in the Gods names did they get past the shield?!" some one yelled, "Does this means the shield is failing?!"

"Please! Calm down!" Silvan yelled "We will deal with this. As the solider said the force is small." he said more calmly.

"Yes we will. With our King to help us!" a woman said proudly.

Silvan sighed again, feeling very tired now. How much could happen in one day?

review responses:

Guan: Yes I wanted to make Dalamar a demanding Father, it might be useful later, I also didn't want him to be really old like in the book..no one likes an old elf. It just doesn't fit!!!

Dalamar Nightson: His mother will be explained later..I dunno how much later but I will defiantly explain it. And about the body thing...no I don't really think I'll do that part..I have something else planned for him and he can't be a walking soulless husk to do it.