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Elrond had thought a little stroll would clear his mind.
No. Actually he was trying to hide from Gildemir, who wanted to discuss the building of fences across the lands surrounding the haven. Or was it a higher wall around the dwelling?
Elrond did not know, and in any case he did not feel like discussing either. He could hardly tell Gildemir that there was a power in that valley that could repell the Shadow until the Enemy himself came forth to defy them. Only a selected few knew that he held one of the three, and the elven lord did not wish to spread the word, not even among his councillors.
Therefore, it was really hard to fend off Gildemir's well intended concerns. Specially since he thought it was a waste of time to spare the men for such a task.
Once again, he found himself torn between amusement and consternation. It seemed his hints had gone largely ignored.
My, it is good to see you well rested,Alassiel. Rathmir.
He tried valiantly not to look too intimidating. He was still intent on prying that particular puzzle, but right at that moment he had more pressing worries on his mind. Feeling slightly devious, and enjoying it thoroughly, Elrond discreetly evaluated the elf who was fighting not to look guilty. Possibilities. Definite possibilities.
There is a matter that was just brought to my attention that I would like to discuss with you, master Rathmir.
Current Music: Council of Elrond theme...
|Date:||November 4th, 2004 01:06 pm (UTC)|| |
Rathmir appears to jump almost a mile into the air as Elrond speaks; and he can't help but gulp in apprehension at the prospective matter of discussion. More nervous than even earlier he grasps and pulls the last of the leaves out of his hair-however doesn't dare drop it on the floor to join its' friends- before replying.
"What matter might that be my Lord? If, I might ask?"
It concerns the party that leaves for Rovannion, Rathmir. I was thinking you would be a good asset for the travelers.
Elrond tries to hold back the smile tugging at his lips. Oh, es, he would have great fun with that affair.
Lowering her eyes with a flush in her face, Alassiel clutches nervously at the hem of her cloak that still obscures her face utterly with its cowl. She toes at the ground with her riding boot for a moment and clears her throat, addressing Lord Elrond carefully, hoping that her nervousness in his presence doesn't supercede her care to show utmost propriety and gratitude towards him.
"My Lord, thank you again for your kindness of the past evening. It has been long since I have been made so welcome in a realm new to my sight. The shelter of your House has done much to shed some of the weariness from me."
Quickly, she shoots a wary look at the apprehensive Rathmir, lowering her eyes again and straightening her pewter-colored riding gown.
"Forgive me, Lords. I forget myself. If you wish it, I will leave you to your important business."
|Date:||November 7th, 2004 03:19 pm (UTC)|| |
Wide eyes are Elrond's gained reaction from the more than stunned Rathmir, who clearly had not expected such a response. "The...Rovannion?"
He pauses, baffled after his question, more rhetorical than aught else is phrased. However, when he hears that Alassiel is of a mind to leave him with Elrond, his nervousness seems to increase tenfold, as he shoots her a glance that clearly says; 'don't leave me here alone!' Even though they had but met the night before.
We spoke of it earlier, if memory serves me. I asked you to choose among your pupils one that could represent us in the court of Oropherion, to show some of our ways. The realms have been estranged too long.
Elrond smiles and, taking lady Alassiel's hand, effectively cuts the escape attempt short. No, my lady, it shall not be necessary. The lord gestures to the bench, indicating they should be seated.
I have decided it would be best to send the Master, in the end. If you have no objections to that, I would have you going with the party and showing some of our craft to the woodland elves in Mirkwood, and also learn what you can. The Valar willing, tis should be but the beginning.
So, what say you?
Hesitantly, Alassiel takes Elrond's cue and moves with Rathmir to sit beside him on the bench. She doesn't speak, but only listens mutely, wondering what all the fuss is about. It's true enough that as she has been wandering about the wilds of Middle-earth for a time that she has been virtually untouched by news of politics in general, particularly of her own race, not having been made a part of their culture at any time in her life.
Despite her ignorance of political-goings on these days, even her travels revealed to her a faint tremor, an undercurrent of something great and dark and impending in the earth, air, and water as if it lays waiting patiently to cover Arda with darkness.
Even the animals of late had seemed more nervous in the woods, as if hearing predators off in the distance. Something unnamed and great and terrible and full of potential was hanging over all the peoples of this world.
Obviously, from Lord Elrond's pressing tone, Alassiel's observances of this phenomena was not a figment of her imagination.
|Date:||November 9th, 2004 03:39 pm (UTC)|| |
Rathmir recovers relatively quickly from his bafflement. Of course he recalls the earlier discussion, that was in part why he was present there anyway.
"I...I would be honoured Lord. I have only once been to the Rovannion and that was many years ago before the realms became seriously estranged from one another. As such I would...I would... I would like to be able to learn from them. Their Woodland craft in many ways supersedes our own due to the darkness they have had to face within their own borders. But there is much also we can teach them. It is a rare opportunity."
Despite herself, Alassiel smiles a little beneath her cowl, and the sound of it is evident in her voice, her timbre half-teasing. Perhaps she has a wit after all.
"Lord Elrond is offering you an honorable errand, I think. I would fear that it would appear ungrateful if you were to deny it, Rathmir..."
Her speech ends abruptly as she wonders if she'd spoken out of turn. The incognito she-Elf twines her fingers together almost nervously and she thinks for a moment, deciding that this time was as good as any, since if nothing else it may break the slight tension that seemed to be in the air.
Could Rathmir really be so rattled by the mere presence of Elrond, even when he must be so accustomed to him?
"Lord Elrond, if you may spare a small measure of time for me later on, I would have a word..."
I rather hoped you would think so,Elrond agrees heartily. If all we hope come to pass, this shall be one excellent opportunity well used,indeed. You may find it useful to exchange a few words with the nandorin elleth, Eamane, and also impressions of the realm and what changed in these past centuries.
Elrond stiffled his self-satisfied smile. It would not look regal, or noble, or even close to serene, but he felt very pleased with himself indeed. Two orcs with one arrow. Ah, it was a fine day.
He tilts his head to the side and tries to grasp why the maiden would be so ill at ease with him. If even it was about him, for he was very sure he had not done anything that could harbor her ill feelings on his behalf. Word around had him as a fair person, kind even. It was puzzling to meet someone who was so scared of him for no apparent reason.
Gave him ideas.
Why, my lady, I would be pleased.Elrond weighed the need to acquire his answers out of the redheaded elleth against the need to see to the preparations for the quest. He decided he had done most of what could be done in that day, and Erestor would take care of the rest before dusk without a doubt. He would only need to corner the advisor at nightfall.
Slowly, Alassiel rose, placing a tentative hand of apology on Rathmir's shoulder for a second before she pulled the cowl over her head more tightly around herself and stepped off to the side, allowing him and Elrond to finish their conversation before she is given leave to speak with the Lord of Rivendell.
Moving to the edge of the nearest window, she inhales, taking a deep breath as she looks over the sculptured and verdant landscape of Imadris. This place was home to half of her blood*, and it felt as if it called to her now, the wind through the treetops feeling familiar somehow. Perhaps the legacy of parentage carried more than mere blood, but memories too.
*See the character history in alassiel_elleth
That is settled then, Elrond declares regally. Be prepared to leave two days hence. We have delayed the affair too long.
Elrond suddenly remembers something... His noble faces open in a nearly wolfish grin.
If that is no trouble for you, my dear lady, I will see you after midday meal, in my office. We may talk uninterrupted there. For the moment, I must beg your leave.