Gondor's King
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Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
17
Views:
2,473
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3
Recommended:
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Chapter 10
Chapter 10
I dress quietly alone in my room for dinner in the banquet hall. The festivities don’t start officially till tomorrow night but today’s feast is drawing attention from all those around the palace inside and out. My mind is settled somewhat having receive some stern advice from Elrond in the study. While he congratulated me on my handling of the issue at court he was quite persistent that I address the message with the same concern. He is just as opposed to slavery as I am and urges me to investigate the message further and soon. The Mirkwood party of elves arrive tomorrow morning and I alone fear for their safety if it is true that my city is harbouring traders. Glancing at the clock behind me I note the lateness of the time and I hastily check my appearance in the mirror and begin the short walk from my chambers to the banquet hall.
Over the course of the day I have become more and more concerned about Breachtian’s absence and he has still not arrive home as yet. I have had my guards report back to me on sight of him but I have not heard anything as yet. Kahual and Aratula are already in the hall talking animatedly with Elrond and the other elves when I arrive at the hall. Every one stands from their seats at my announcement and I smile at them in silent acknowledgement before making my way to the head of the table. I sit down and pour myself a glass of wine as the servants begin to serve dinner and the conversation starts again around the huge table. I am pleased to see the variety of men and elves sitting together around the table totally at ease with one another as they eat and chat.
“I must commend you on the feast Aragorn, we are all feeling quite welcome here.” I smile over at Glorfindel who sits on Elrond’s right.
“Well I could not invite you here without feeding you the best of the harvest this year could I?” There is a small titter of laughter that is echoed around the table as I smile across to where Aratula and Arrionetta seem to be getting along very well. Kahual, Filgree and Eladdan are in heated debate over archery skills and I find myself amused by the seriousness of all their expressions.
“Is Elrohir not with you Elrond?” Elrond looks up from his meal as I realise the presents that is missing from the party of elves. I watch a strange glace go between Elrond and Eladdan but I do not question it as Elrond looks back at me and inclines his head slightly towards me.
“Like your eldest Aragorn, my youngest is at present unavailable. We have not see him in Rivendell for several weeks.” Elrond nods to the spare seat next to me and I sigh heavily.
“Well maybe he will visit later on.” My reply is short and does not invite question as I go back to my meal in silence. We eat in relative comfort the small mindless conversations passing between us nothing of major consequence. I am extremely unsettled by Breachtian’s absence and I become more so as the meal is finally cleaned away from the table and everyone rises and begins to move into the court chr for for some dancing. Elrond senses my discomfort and I feel a comforting hand come to rest upon my shoulder as we wander into the court chamber where the musicians are just beginning the first song.
“Be at ease Estel, he will come home when he is ready.” I nod quietly at Elrond but his words have done nothing to reassure me. In my heart I have a feeling something is a miss, I have felt it since my arrival home last week. Taking an offered glass of wine I move out of the room and onto a small deserted balcony, the music and laughter of the elves emanating across the countryside from the room behind me. Minas Tirith looks beautiful in the dark the stars glittering over the white walls of the city giving it an ethereal glow just like the very elves, which are visiting. I sigh heavily and down my glass of wine in one go allowing my pensive gaze to glance around the land outside the city looking for any kind of movement to interest me. When I find nothing I close my eyes in despair. My son is involved in something I can feel it in my very soul and it chills me to think of it involving his life.
I retire early to my chambers knowing full well that the elves will dance well into the night. As much as I would have enjoyed being with them all night my body is not what it used to be and I have to meet the party from Mirkwood tomorrow morning. I smile at the warmth that engulfs me as images of Legolas spring to my mind as I settle into my bed. If I should loose everything in the world, if he was by my side I could never be sad. Closing my eyes I allow sleep to claim me as I hum to the perfect melody of his voice in my head.
TBC…………………
I dress quietly alone in my room for dinner in the banquet hall. The festivities don’t start officially till tomorrow night but today’s feast is drawing attention from all those around the palace inside and out. My mind is settled somewhat having receive some stern advice from Elrond in the study. While he congratulated me on my handling of the issue at court he was quite persistent that I address the message with the same concern. He is just as opposed to slavery as I am and urges me to investigate the message further and soon. The Mirkwood party of elves arrive tomorrow morning and I alone fear for their safety if it is true that my city is harbouring traders. Glancing at the clock behind me I note the lateness of the time and I hastily check my appearance in the mirror and begin the short walk from my chambers to the banquet hall.
Over the course of the day I have become more and more concerned about Breachtian’s absence and he has still not arrive home as yet. I have had my guards report back to me on sight of him but I have not heard anything as yet. Kahual and Aratula are already in the hall talking animatedly with Elrond and the other elves when I arrive at the hall. Every one stands from their seats at my announcement and I smile at them in silent acknowledgement before making my way to the head of the table. I sit down and pour myself a glass of wine as the servants begin to serve dinner and the conversation starts again around the huge table. I am pleased to see the variety of men and elves sitting together around the table totally at ease with one another as they eat and chat.
“I must commend you on the feast Aragorn, we are all feeling quite welcome here.” I smile over at Glorfindel who sits on Elrond’s right.
“Well I could not invite you here without feeding you the best of the harvest this year could I?” There is a small titter of laughter that is echoed around the table as I smile across to where Aratula and Arrionetta seem to be getting along very well. Kahual, Filgree and Eladdan are in heated debate over archery skills and I find myself amused by the seriousness of all their expressions.
“Is Elrohir not with you Elrond?” Elrond looks up from his meal as I realise the presents that is missing from the party of elves. I watch a strange glace go between Elrond and Eladdan but I do not question it as Elrond looks back at me and inclines his head slightly towards me.
“Like your eldest Aragorn, my youngest is at present unavailable. We have not see him in Rivendell for several weeks.” Elrond nods to the spare seat next to me and I sigh heavily.
“Well maybe he will visit later on.” My reply is short and does not invite question as I go back to my meal in silence. We eat in relative comfort the small mindless conversations passing between us nothing of major consequence. I am extremely unsettled by Breachtian’s absence and I become more so as the meal is finally cleaned away from the table and everyone rises and begins to move into the court chr for for some dancing. Elrond senses my discomfort and I feel a comforting hand come to rest upon my shoulder as we wander into the court chamber where the musicians are just beginning the first song.
“Be at ease Estel, he will come home when he is ready.” I nod quietly at Elrond but his words have done nothing to reassure me. In my heart I have a feeling something is a miss, I have felt it since my arrival home last week. Taking an offered glass of wine I move out of the room and onto a small deserted balcony, the music and laughter of the elves emanating across the countryside from the room behind me. Minas Tirith looks beautiful in the dark the stars glittering over the white walls of the city giving it an ethereal glow just like the very elves, which are visiting. I sigh heavily and down my glass of wine in one go allowing my pensive gaze to glance around the land outside the city looking for any kind of movement to interest me. When I find nothing I close my eyes in despair. My son is involved in something I can feel it in my very soul and it chills me to think of it involving his life.
I retire early to my chambers knowing full well that the elves will dance well into the night. As much as I would have enjoyed being with them all night my body is not what it used to be and I have to meet the party from Mirkwood tomorrow morning. I smile at the warmth that engulfs me as images of Legolas spring to my mind as I settle into my bed. If I should loose everything in the world, if he was by my side I could never be sad. Closing my eyes I allow sleep to claim me as I hum to the perfect melody of his voice in my head.
TBC…………………