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| 6 Fourth Age: Six Years of Peace; [ Open ] | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: 7 Sep 2008, 07:44 PM (1,139 Views) | |
| Deleted User | 10 Sep 2008, 08:21 PM Post #11 |
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Sadorannant bit his tongue and swallowed back his words. He could taste the copper like flavor of blood in his mouth and the place where his tongue had swollen just a little. He hid it well, raising a glass to the rest of the table and taking a swig of the rich and heady wine from his goblet. In one easy swoosh, the red taint upon his tongue was washed away and the throbbing of the subtle wound depleted. The King had nerve. So much nerve to goad and poke at business not his own. Gwenneth was his daughter and no one else's, why shouldn't he refuse? Because the man wore a crown? Because he sat next to a Queen? The fierce anger brewing up inside of him had Sadorannant lightly tapping his toe with anxiousness. He was fortunate that he was a rational man, even in anger, the Chamberlain knew that this was no time to war over this little venture of Gwenneth's. Anger wasn't the way to deal with the issue and at last, he leaned back a little and took another sip of his wine. Calmer than before. He had a plan, he had to remind himself of that. He was a well educated and wise man and as such he would stick to that plan and survive the rest of this public facade of the kings. Silently the Chamberlain cut into his meal. Tearing apart bits of meat and scoops of potatoes with a fine and reserved appearance. ~ Gwenneth watched her father eating. His perfect composure, the way each cut of meat was almost cut to perfection in shape and size or how each scoop of vegetable was seeming summoned in only even numbers before efficiently chewed and then swallowed. Magic blue eyes fell into her own plate and she smiled quietly to herself. The meal looked so beautiful, so perfectly arranged and delivered that Gwenneth hadn't taken a single bite yet. Attempting to cherish the way the food looked and smelled before she took up her fork and began with the vegetables. Her method's were not so nearly rigid as her father's but still did not lack the grace and etiquette of a young, courtly woman either. Chewing with her mouth closed and taking only small bites that she could managed, she wouldn't speak with her mouth full or drink before finishing a bite of food. When the young red-head approached, Gwenneth couldn't help but feel a little bit relieved. Not for any other reason than the simple fact the lady looked closer to Gwenneth's age than most others did at that table and even giving to the fact Gwenneth couldn't be positive about the ladies years - the company would be appreciated. "Well met my lady, I'm Gwenneth Marroc and this is my father; The Chamberlain Sadorannant Marroc of Gondor." Making sure to introduce her father's full authority in his name, since it would have displeased him otherwise. "I see the King's kindness has also extended to you and your family. Please, won't you come sit next to me? There's a seat available and the view is resplendent." |
| Deleted User | 11 Sep 2008, 12:26 AM Post #12 |
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Arwen couldn't help the smile when he started out his speech with the words that seemed like they had been spoken a lifetime ago. And it also made her heart happy to see that her husband was so happy. Almost as if, for this night, the worries and cares that he had to deal with were wiped away, and they were back at the Last Homely House listening to a story or song in the Hall of Fire. Raising her glass in toast she thought of those that were now gone. Her Father whom she missed dearly. . Her grandmother, and all those that were lost during the war. This was a celebration for them. As the food came out and the chatter picked back up, she couldn't help but smile at her husbands proposal of a 'royal' outing to Emyn Arnen. "Then perhaps we could go and see the colony that Legolas has got going." She suggested. Going quiet she looked out over the crowd and noticed all the happy faces, epically those of the children. A smile graced her lips as she thought back to Feasts in Imladris. They would eat then go and hear stories, and songs till all hours. Without really thinking she found herself humming what had been one of her favorite stories told in the Hall, the Lay of Luthien. For it so resembled her own life. |
| Deleted User | 11 Sep 2008, 12:35 AM Post #13 |
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"Hail the victorious dead" Eowyn mumbled as she raised her cup to the King's toast. It seemed that was not how they toasted here, but in was something that stuck with her from her days in Rohan. Her Uncle, her cousin, so many soldiers. . All dead so that they could have the freedom and life that they had today. The feast was magnificent, though Eowyn had never been to a feast, or celebration that the Lady Arwen did not have wonderfully planned out. It was then that she realized that the King was speaking of her home. "Of course M'lord. The next time a Hobbit comes we shall have him delayed with pipe weed and food until you are able to reach Emyn Arnen." Eowyn said with a bit of a laugh. And she hopped that when Master Pippin came, that he brought along Master Merry as well. For he had played such a part in helping her on the Field. "I dare say while the men are talking we could slip off and visit the colony that you are speaking of M'Lady." Eowyn said with a smile and a nod towards the Queen. After all, it did get a little confining in the palace all the time. |
| Deleted User | 11 Sep 2008, 03:24 PM Post #14 |
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Several of the Gray Company, who Aragorn had fought beside in the War of the Ring, bowed to himself and Arwen, then took seats further along the table. The King smiled widely at the woman as she gave a curtsey. “How are you called?” he inquired. Gwenneth offered the woman a seat, and the King heartily agreed. “You’ll find Lady Gwenneth an excellent conversationalist.” Aragorn turned to his feast for the first time, savoring the sweet meats and warm bread the cooks had been preparing all day. The minstrels had started playing again, only it seemed one of their foreign guests had requested a tune. The simpler, haunting melody of a Rohirric ballad could scarcely be heard over the din of merriment in the hall. “I know of no Hobbit who could not be waylaid with pipeweed and food. It is an excellent plan, Eowyn.” The King had no objections to that plan, but the thought of being left alone in Emyn Arnen, where the noblemen overseeing the construction would swarm on him with simpering compliments and underlying favors to ask sent a shudder down his spine. When Arwen and Eowyn were present, most men were struck speechless. “A visit to Eryn Silivren would be most convenient.” He added in a low voice, so that only those on either side of him could hear, “but if you leave me alone in the presence of greedy aristocrats I’ll never forgive either of you.” In a louder, more genial tone, and with words suitable for everyone at the table, Aragorn offered one last proposal that would round out a trip to Ithilien very nicely. “We should call a hunt to the north of Emyn Arnen as well. A fortnight in South Ithilien will allow us time for business and pleasure.” The hunt was one activity that included everyone, even the Ladies came to watch, but required a necessary silence that would keep the more irksome gentlemen of the court at bay for at least five hours. |
| Deleted User | 11 Sep 2008, 03:41 PM Post #15 |
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“How are you called?” "My name is Haeleana, my Lord" she said with another curtsy before sitting next to the Lady Gwynneth. "Many thanks my Lady, you would be surprised at how many people I've met who are afraid to sit near me" she added with a smile. She felt her mother sit on her other side. "It would seem I named her right, my lord" she heard her mother say. "My daughter has chosen a path in healing." Haeleana looked down to avoid facing any looks she may receive. She turned back to Lady Gwynneth. “You’ll find Lady Gwenneth an excellent conversationalist.” "I hope so" Haeleana said with a smile at Lady Gwynneth. "Well met my lady, I'm Gwenneth Marroc and this is my father; The Chamberlain Sadorannant Marroc of Gondor." Haeleana bowed her head in respect to Gwynneth and her father. She took a sip from the goblet and turned to Gywnneth again. "It is an honour to meet you my lady" she said quietly. She looked around the hall. "It is difficult to believe six years has gone by so quickly has it not?" she asked quietly. |
| Deleted User | 12 Sep 2008, 02:37 AM Post #16 |
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Arwen smiled and nodded her hello to the newcomers to the table. She was sure that if it was possible, her husband would line up the table and allow everyone to sit at it. Not that she was opposed to that idea. It would just be a very crowded table. But she almost couldn't contain the laugh that threatened to spill out at her husbands 'hushed' words. "Why are you scared that we would leave you to deal with the questions and business while we went and visited Legolas?" There was a teasing quality to her voice and a smile on her face. "Nay, that is not the case. Besides, you know Legolas would probably wish to see you as well. " While she loved the city, and the people here, it would be good to see Legolas and visit Eryn Silivren. While she got on well with the White Lady of Ithilien, Arwen missed her people, and maybe being around Legolas and in Eryn Silivren would help that. |
| Deleted User | 12 Sep 2008, 09:11 PM Post #17 |
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Eowyn's smile grew at the King's 'hushed' words and she shared a look with the Queen. Though Lady Arwen got the words out first. "I am sure that my husband would feel the same way M'lord." Eowyn said, knowing that Faramir would have to be there with the King. And that she would not hear the end of it if she were to leave him. Oh well, they would still find a way to go visit the colony. "A hunt would be a wonderful M'lord! It would give those that have been working long and hard a chance to relax." The song that was being played came to her ear and she couldn't help but look out onto the dance floor. She had heard this song many times in the Golden Hall. Danced to it many times as well. . With Theordred, and Eomer. And a bit of homesickness sat in. |
| Deleted User | 14 Sep 2008, 02:10 PM Post #18 |
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“Mae Govannen, Haeleana,” Aragorn greeted, as the young woman made her way to the empty seat. “A Dunedain Healer would be a welcome addition to the Houses of Healing here in Minas Tirith. Have you been to visit yet?” Arwen and Eowyn were having a bit of fun with him now, which he supposed was his own fault for having them seated on either side of himself. He should have put Faramir on his left side, then the ladies wouldn’t have been able to gang up on him quite this easily. “Your humor is very amusing to yourselves, no doubt,” the King began dryly, “I wonder if it would be quite so hilarious to you if your beauty,” he said, looking to Arwen, “and your heroism,” he added, glancing at Eowyn, “did not stop the noblemen in their tracks. As I’m not beautiful and apparently only marginally heroic, they continue to hound me incessantly.” There was a little smile playing on Aragorn’s lips as he said all of this. He realized, belatedly, that he’d spoken a touch too loud. There were a few snickers from down the table, around where the Gray Company were seated. But mostly he drew disapproving glances. He did not even dare look at his Chamberlain to see that man’s expression. Translation: Mae Govannen = Well met |
| Deleted User | 15 Sep 2008, 01:19 AM Post #19 |
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Delighted that the young lady joined her, Gwenneth lighted her face with a marvelous smile and a amiable nod. If only for one night, Gwenneth was going to let herself enjoy the festivities and experience some dancing firsthand. Not that she was unaware of the fact that her father would be wearing a stern lip throughout the entire thing and that he would share some sharp words with her later about her 'inappropriate conduct' having danced with a male, but Gwenneth refused to think of it now. To the King, she smiles warmly in appreciation for his comment. She had known her time with him earlier was thoroughly enjoyed but was glad to hear that it was reciprocated also. The bright blues of her eyes give their own silent thanks to that. "Very difficult indeed, Haeleana. Harder still knowing that not all that should be here, are not here." Her smile lessen's only a little and for a moment her eyes close in respect for the dead and their memory. "Never the less;" Her eyes expose themselves to the world and greedily drink in the sights. "Gondor goes on and so must we. Come tell me Haeleana, how is it that you best spend these days of peace?" |
| Deleted User | 15 Sep 2008, 03:14 PM Post #20 |
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“Mae Govannen, Haeleana,” Haeleana bowed her head once more at the King before he spoke again and she wondered just how long would it be before she stepped foot in there a full Healer. “A Dunedain Healer would be a welcome addition to the Houses of Healing here in Minas Tirith. Have you been to visit yet?” "I have not my lord. I have sworn to myself I shall only enter the Houses of Healing in Minas Tirith either when injured or when I have completed my training. I doubt they wish a half trained Healer to be amongst them." she said with a smile. She turned back to Gwynneth with a smile. ""Gondor goes on and so must we. Come tell me Haeleana, how is it that you best spend these days of peace?" " "I spend them watching over the North. I rarely get the chance to come down here. I am headed up North in two days. I don't know when I will be back but I shall continue my training up there." she said quietly. "It is a long journey so I shall cut half of it off by taking the road into the mountain. I have been there with my tribe and I know it well." "Lady Gwynneth you must tell me how you spend the days of peace? Well I hope for such a gentle lady it would be a shame to find one experienced any sufferings?" she asked gently |
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