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| Deleted User | 15 Dec 2008, 10:09 PM Post #1 |
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Sun crept into the cabin through the partially opened door with a single light slowly now on the face of Fhaleen. Moaning before turning to his side he was suddenly waken by the sound of laughter coming from outside. Gaining his senses he sits up noticing his guest was no longer with him, usually it was the other way around. Opening the door fully he winced turning his head not ready for the full sun shining down on him. “time? Time?” The second time louder, his servant runs to him lowering her head as she reaches him. “It is one milord.” She says sheepishly never looking up. “What?!?” No wonder why, he had over sleep by a great many hours, something he hadn’t done since back in the days he living in court. With a hop to his step he quickly turns muttering something barely audible. Like a kid before the celebration of Eru he could barely sleep throughout the night but when he finally did sleep to over sleep as such? Frantically he dressed in his Lords robe with a new alteration. He had always been known in his own court for his impeccable appearance but considering the time he wouldn’t have time. Where did she go? Fhaleen's mind returned to his guest as he double checked everything to make sure he would be ready to go. Picking up a bottle of wine there is still something in it raising it to his mouth for a quick drink. I must find her, it cant be that hard but still I don't want people to notice my desires yet or to appear to eager. "Ew." his face recoils from the bottle. "Warm wine." Opening the door with eyes adjusted the full view of Minas Tirith widens his eyes just a bit further. Not in any of the lands he had visited before had he seen such a sight of man made beauty than was before his eyes. Stories of the great Kings of Gondor even taught in Rhun studies could no longer in his mind be treated with suspect. Rivaling the magnificence of the Capital city of he quickly seized up the differences though went no further. He had made a point for his servants to notify the Kings men for an audience with an adviser or the King himself. Though officially an ambassador this visit was certainly not sanctioned by the King of Rhun, in fact he knew nothing of it. Accepting his asking for lodging the guard let Fhaleen pass and he walked among the people of Gondor. Fhaleen walked and stared and the people just stood and stared right back like a walking spectacle. Upon reaching the top level Fhaleen felt more at ease with the whole situation. Lighting up the last of the pipe weed now he approaches the bellman of the upper class hotel. "Fhaleen. You should have a reservation for me set up all ready." "Yes of course." he responds not looking down at the books. "I've been waiting your arrival, we've been hearing so much about the strangers from the East. Ugh. Here you are." Handing over a room key. "Thank you." Fhaleen says with a fake smile which changes to a look of contempt as he turns. "Oh there's a package for you sir. It arrived earlier in the day." Taking the package Fhaleen opens it slowly and smiles. |
| Deleted User | 19 Dec 2008, 03:53 PM Post #2 |
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The arrival of an Easterling messenger was the last thing Elessar had expected on this day. It was irregular for a foreign Lord to arrive unannounced, though as the Lord of Dorwinion was also an Ambassador of Rhun, not entirely inappropriate. “I will invite him to the Citadel,” the King said to the Easterling messenger. “Wait a moment in the corridor.” The Officer of Protocol, a rotund man with a perpetual ailment of the stomach from his constant worrying, hurried forward eagerly. Ignoring the squawking of the King’s Council, all of whom liked to secretly pretend they were more capable of ruling a country than everyone else in the room, Aragorn relayed a short message for Lord Fhaleen. “Thandir, return with the Easterling and present this invitation to his Lordship with our compliments.” Thandir bowed as deeply as his bulging belly would allow and waddled from the room. Though many joked about the Officer of Protocol, he was one man in Minas Tirith Aragorn would trust eternally. The man’s devotion to tradition made him a devotee of the Kingship as well. The walk through the levels of the city was taxing for Thandir, who rarely ventured away from the seventh level except when the King himself left the Citadel. He forced the Easterling to cease walking twice to catch his breath and drink from the small bottle the Healers gave him for his stomach upsets. Once in the presence of the Lord of Dorwinion, Thandir gave a respectful bow. He cleared his throat before beginning the message. “My King sends his compliments and this message. To his Excellency Fhaleen, Lord of Dorwinion and Ambassador of Rhun: we welcome you to our southern nation. The King’s Council will convene tomorrow morning at 9 o’clock to hear your petition. We also extend you this invitation of dinner with the King and Queen in the Merethrond this evening. From his Majesty King Elessar, High-king of Gondor and Arnor.” After the message was delivered, Thandir remained silent and waited for a reply. |
| Deleted User | 19 Dec 2008, 10:19 PM Post #3 |
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"Thûl-in-Gyrth you say?" It was just over an hour’s time that Fhaleen had arrived into the city and he was already settled in for the stay. His personal servant Annika had joined him and was putting the last of his stuff away when Fhaleen went to the restaurant for a meal. He had been in such a rush earlier to enter the city that other than a sip of wine he had nothing to eat. The hotel itself was not particularly large but all the features made it apparent that it was the mainstay of many nobles and perhaps Kings of Western lands. At this time however he found he was the only guest save an old couple already at the bar. After placing his order Fhaleen asked for the manager to join him for drinks. Normally he wouldn't been seen dining with a commoner especially a male, but lack of guests and intrigue would change his mind. "Yes it's some new disease going around. There is no cure to it yet they say though up here the people haven't been as affected. Mainly the low class has had the worst of it yet." The man says speaking low as if telling a secret. "The nobles have stayed mostly in the upper city coming out only for short periods of time." Fhaleen receded into his mind. Back when he was a pupil in the King's court he had heard of such a illness in his battlefield medicine class. It was something noted on only since it affected the peoples of Harad brought from the South but they had found some type of cure. Interesting thoughts, he ordered that his men limit any time associating with the people of Gondor. The presence of a new man in the Hotel quickly got the manager back on his feet and toward the backroom hastily excusing himself from Fhaleen's table. Fhaleen looked on as he approached, the man fat, normality in many Lords of age however this one was jittery as he wobbled. Sweat ran down his face as he addressed Fhaleen, a scene that would normally amuse him if the man were not speaking to him. “My King sends his compliments and this message. To his Excellency Fhaleen, Lord of Dorwinion and Ambassador of Rhun: we welcome you to our southern nation. The King’s Council will convene tomorrow morning at 9 o’clock to hear your petition. We also extend you this invitation of dinner with the King and Queen in the Merethrond this evening. From his Majesty King Elessar, High-king of Gondor and Arnor.” In Rhun court such was unheard of. It was customary to keep Lord's even foreign ambassadors day’s even weeks before called upon. Only an visiting King would be granted meeting in such haste. It was in many ways a gesture of superiority and rank in Rhun that was customary, something Fhaleen disdained. "Right to business. My compliments." Fhaleen says raising his glass to the messenger. "Tell your King I would be greatly honored to join him and the Queen for a meal. I shall be there at nightfall." Other than an odd choice of messenger it would seem the King of Gondor even with this illness abound was just the type of man to do business with. Dinner, a time for being seized up scrupulously, he always loved a good show. Now if he could only find her... |
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