(WARNING, WILL CONTAIN SLASH)
This is an intro for a Karsh x Prince of Cardolan. (Carthaen = Karsh.)
Karsh belongs to The Battle for Middle-earth II: The Rise of the Witch-king.
Carthaen was a minor servant of the prince when the war started, a simple soldier.
Prince's father, the king, couldn't deal with those issues as was too ill, and so who'd lead them, would be his oldest son, Arahael.
The prince of Cardolan requested all his closest servants unite in main hall, where they talked on a huge table. Cathaen was there, far from him. He didn't know who was who, and didn't know yet why was called, but kept the attention.
The prince Arahael looked at him few times on middle of their conversation, making he feel nervous.
- ...My lord, if we attack them before, we have a chance. There's this passage here...
- No, we still don't know if the attacks come from Angmar or somewhere else...
- Of course are from Angmar, you think are from where?
The prince waved with hand for all his men to keep silent. All were discussing the possibility of attack or defend, and Carthaen only listened, too shy for enter in conversation, feeling alone in it.
- Carthaen...You didn't say a word. Are you paying attention?
Man felt sudden shiver, nodding affirmatively.
- Of course my lord. I just feel in no position to discuss with my superiors.
Everyone looked at him curiously. They also didn't know why Carthaen was called, but of course wouldn't ask the prince such thing.
- I see. You may not pay attention as well...
The prince was cold and dry, making Carthaen sight as said something wrong, getting reddish of shame. The prince gave him shivers, and he was aware of that.
Other captain, called Bergil, that was on prince's side, kept on.
- My lord. Wouldn't be wiser...
- I heard enough. Let's eat. - He rang a bell over table, calling the servants, whom filled the table with food. It was a beautiful scene to remember, Carthaen thought: being together with captains and the prince himself, inside such bright, white hall and table of marble, with plenty food...
He ate few, always looking at prince and feeling ashamed for being there, thinking would never be closer than that, and as well he thought prince seemed to think same. But his formal call, his interest on knowing what he thought was making him tensed in thoughts...He was willing to ask closest man sitting if was normal soldiers be called for sit with him, as some kind of joke, but was too shy for that.
The prince laughed with closest men around, and he couldn't hear.
After the supper ended, he got up relieved, having prince's stare always stabbed on him.
Everyone left, and Carthaen was the last one to, in respect to his companions, higher in rank.
- Carthaen...Wait.
- M-my lord?
- I would like to tell you something.
Carthaen inhaled deeply, approaching the prince, whom was sitting. He waved him to sit, and he did.
- My father told me you're a great soldier...And I don't know why, he wants you to lead the Rangers. I was going to call Bergil, but I respect my father's decisions.
Carthaen surprised. He knew the king, and he seemed to like him, but it was a mutual respectful relation. He understood then, why was called, though, by hearing name of that man he felt sudden anger. Both weren't friends, as he was very unpleasant.
- My lord, I would be honored... - He wanted to ask why, but kept silent.
Prince smiled, making him think, it was first time he saw his expression change from such cold way. Though, in other hand, his own expression was of a stiff soldier, not way too different.
- Good. Go to armory, they will give you new armor and new weapon. Then, come back here. I'll be waiting for the formality.