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elrondperelda @ 10:59 am: Beyond the power and chances of the world...

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 Mood: guiltyBaffled
Current Music: Council of Elrond theme...


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Date:November 10th, 2004 10:12 am (UTC)
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.

Strange ones.

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.
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Date:November 11th, 2004 08:18 pm (UTC)
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's profile
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Date:November 20th, 2004 01:17 pm (UTC)
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.

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