Post by Lady Enelya on Mar 14, 2005 10:16:14 GMT -5
This development was worrying, Enelya knew, the Princess Laithwen was missing and if this was not handled correctly then it could escalate to all out war between the two peoples. Mearcós stalled, and trampled the ground under hoof, as he paced back and forth in front of an invisible barrier. “Annon Edhellen edro hi ammen!” She yelled to the air. Birds in the woods took flight as a blinding flash rent the air as the gate way to Rivendal was opened. The lady Galadriel trusted Enelya and as her emissary, it was Enelya’s responsibility to answer the summons to council. A representative of each Elvin kingdom was obliged to attend. She had already known that Legolas son of Thraindil was attending, she had seen his horse from the ridge of Dural, and he was several days behind her.
Many emissaries would have entourages but she preferred to travel alone, simply because it was easier, she had sufficient skill with the bow and blade to ensure her own safety. A single gloved hand held the reign loosely the other rested on her lap. The glove was made of the finest silk, she had several all to match the various dresses and garments she possessed. It hide the unsightly scarring that started just below her wrist and spread the length of her arm and covered part of her shoulder, she always kept it hidden. It was a tale she didn’t want to recount even in her own head. Apart from the scaring she was stunningly beautiful, like most of her kind. Her pale oval face put her human age at around 18 but her eyes held an ancient racial wisdom, inherent and deep as the river Rauros. Her hair fell over her face as she rode and she flicked it over her shoulder, like a proud horse tossing it’s mane.
She didn’t need the company of others and she didn’t seek it, she was not antisocial simply world-weary. She knew the weaknesses in men and elves, men were driven by their greed and elves by their single-minded pursuit of knowledge as strong as any greed of men. She didn’t feel the need to marry, her father had tried to convince her to but she had simply told him that she would not live a meek church mouse in a world of cats, it was this bold move and rash action that had brought her to the attention of the Lady Galadriel, who had been impressed by her stand and made her, her emissary. So now she travelled the length and breath of middle earth alone, a got-between from elves to men.
However, it was possible that she would be asked to provide some soldiers to take part in a rescue mission; she would go alone then too. Laithwen was of vital importance, and should a rescue mission be mounted, there would be no time for her to return to Lórien to gather troops, the wasted time may mean the difference between life and death for Laithwen, of what she knew of the princess, Enelya was well aware that she may try to escape herself, in that case their time was short since the Haradrim [sp?] were not renown for their compassion for prisoners.
The initial message had stressed that the council would be secret, but as was the case in middle earth, every being from Elf to Hobbit know knew that the princess had been taken, which placed her in even more peril.
The dense forest of trees, thinned as she delved deeper into the forest. The council would take place in the Hall of the Valar, the ancient temple dedicated to the benevolent spirits of middle earth. It was supposed to impenetrable to those who wished to harm middle earth; she hoped that it would not be tested. Dismounting from Mearcós she patted him on the nose and whispered that he should go to the stables and have something to eat and try to sleep, for better or worse they left in the morning. He shook his main trying to comfort her, nuzzling her cheek, he was her best friend and he would go with and he would go gladly. She patted his side and whispered for him to go on.
The hall was quiet when she arrived, first as usual she had not thought much of the other emissaries, seeing them as showy and full of pomp; in fact they would probably not come and simply send envoys in their place. Each seat in the large round chamber was carved as an effigy of a race in middle earth, she choose a stooping Ent and sat down, living trees formed the walls of the hall, lined up so tightly that no light got through between them. The roof was formed by their spreading branches leaving a gaping hole in the centre, this space was taken up by spiders, who had weaved a thin gossamer frame across the expanse which glistened in the sunlight as it reflected the dew caught on it.
“Where in Mordor are they?” she grumbled, this was ridiculous the longer they waited the more danger the princess was in, she looked into the sky, well, she was the early one. They would not be late for another while at least.
There was no noise in the clearing and she wondered how long it would take the others to arrive.
Many emissaries would have entourages but she preferred to travel alone, simply because it was easier, she had sufficient skill with the bow and blade to ensure her own safety. A single gloved hand held the reign loosely the other rested on her lap. The glove was made of the finest silk, she had several all to match the various dresses and garments she possessed. It hide the unsightly scarring that started just below her wrist and spread the length of her arm and covered part of her shoulder, she always kept it hidden. It was a tale she didn’t want to recount even in her own head. Apart from the scaring she was stunningly beautiful, like most of her kind. Her pale oval face put her human age at around 18 but her eyes held an ancient racial wisdom, inherent and deep as the river Rauros. Her hair fell over her face as she rode and she flicked it over her shoulder, like a proud horse tossing it’s mane.
She didn’t need the company of others and she didn’t seek it, she was not antisocial simply world-weary. She knew the weaknesses in men and elves, men were driven by their greed and elves by their single-minded pursuit of knowledge as strong as any greed of men. She didn’t feel the need to marry, her father had tried to convince her to but she had simply told him that she would not live a meek church mouse in a world of cats, it was this bold move and rash action that had brought her to the attention of the Lady Galadriel, who had been impressed by her stand and made her, her emissary. So now she travelled the length and breath of middle earth alone, a got-between from elves to men.
However, it was possible that she would be asked to provide some soldiers to take part in a rescue mission; she would go alone then too. Laithwen was of vital importance, and should a rescue mission be mounted, there would be no time for her to return to Lórien to gather troops, the wasted time may mean the difference between life and death for Laithwen, of what she knew of the princess, Enelya was well aware that she may try to escape herself, in that case their time was short since the Haradrim [sp?] were not renown for their compassion for prisoners.
The initial message had stressed that the council would be secret, but as was the case in middle earth, every being from Elf to Hobbit know knew that the princess had been taken, which placed her in even more peril.
The dense forest of trees, thinned as she delved deeper into the forest. The council would take place in the Hall of the Valar, the ancient temple dedicated to the benevolent spirits of middle earth. It was supposed to impenetrable to those who wished to harm middle earth; she hoped that it would not be tested. Dismounting from Mearcós she patted him on the nose and whispered that he should go to the stables and have something to eat and try to sleep, for better or worse they left in the morning. He shook his main trying to comfort her, nuzzling her cheek, he was her best friend and he would go with and he would go gladly. She patted his side and whispered for him to go on.
The hall was quiet when she arrived, first as usual she had not thought much of the other emissaries, seeing them as showy and full of pomp; in fact they would probably not come and simply send envoys in their place. Each seat in the large round chamber was carved as an effigy of a race in middle earth, she choose a stooping Ent and sat down, living trees formed the walls of the hall, lined up so tightly that no light got through between them. The roof was formed by their spreading branches leaving a gaping hole in the centre, this space was taken up by spiders, who had weaved a thin gossamer frame across the expanse which glistened in the sunlight as it reflected the dew caught on it.
“Where in Mordor are they?” she grumbled, this was ridiculous the longer they waited the more danger the princess was in, she looked into the sky, well, she was the early one. They would not be late for another while at least.
There was no noise in the clearing and she wondered how long it would take the others to arrive.
