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*A Child Shall Lead Them: Civil War in the Fourth Age* (see OOC) on: October 09, 2009 10:51
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((Here we go! The following is a joint post between Eärendils_Beloved and BerethEdhellen.))
Dol Amroth
Elestirnë closed her book with a resigned sigh. I can’t hide in the library forever.
Tomorrow was Midsummer's Day, the grandest holiday of the year, and the whole city of Dol Amroth was busy with preparations. She’d spent the greater part of the day in the library to stay away from the bustle, catnapping in the sunlight from the reading room’s high windows.
Tomorrow was also Elestirnë’s eighteenth birthday, a day the young royal would have gladly ignored. It carried a weight and significance she couldn’t escape from, try as she may. That is why she sought sanctuary here; she couldn’t bear the look of expectation in everyone’s eyes. She needed time alone to think.
Although she was still Queen of Gondor in a legal sense, since removing herself from the capital Elestirnë had insisted that no one refer to her as queen. Dutifully, the people of Dol Amroth consented, calling her aranel as they had when she was small, or referring to her as Lady Elestirnë. Yet the people were not too shy to admit that they would once again call her queen when she came of age. But Elestirnë knew it was more than a title. When the festivities were over, they fully expected her to depart for Minas Tirith and resume her place as Ruler of Gondor and Arnor.
Rising slowly, Elestirnë replaced the book and left the library. Avoiding the busy thoroughfare, she took a meandering route through back roads and alleys toward the sprawling cliffside home of Prince Adrahil, lord of that province, and her dearest friend. Adrahil would expect to see her at the evening meal, and this might well be one of the last times that they would be together.
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Adrahil had been out on a hunting party all afternoon but had left the group to finish their day on their own. He had other plans for the evening and rode back to his beautiful manor house on the cliff overlooking the sea. Handing over his reins to the stable boy with a smile and a reminder to brush his steed down before he was fed and watered, he slipped quietly into the lower level of the house and through the hallways to the kitchen. There he met with housekeeper and the cook to arrange this evening's dinner.
He knew Elestirnë would be expecting a large celebration, with all the members of the court in attendance. He wondered if she would be surprised to find there would only be the two of them sharing their meal. He took the time with the housekeeper and the cook to arrange the full birthday celebration she would expect for the following day, Midsummer's Day, but tonight he had something to tell the lovely child grown into a beautiful young woman, something that might change both their lives forever.
Thus, the arrangements were made. "The small round table, I think. On the terrace. Simple food and excellent wine. Oh, and Lainae," he spoke directly to the cook, "her favorite dessert, the custard cake, if you will...with a decanter of miruvor." Smiles crossed the faces of both the women which they tried, unsuccessfully, to hide from the young Prince only to find he was smiling back at them as well. Excusing himself, he left to go to his room to bathe and dress for the most important night of his life.
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Back in her bedchamber, Elestirnë undid her braids with trembling fingers, letting her hair fall in dark waves down to her elbows. Her heart and mind were racing. She had donned one of her favorite gowns, made of gracefully draped linen dyed in the graduated colors of spring twilight. Now she stood before the mirror, staring back at her own anxious reflection and wondering if she had indeed gone mad, wondering if what she was about to do was really anything more than an act of desperation. In her heart, she knew it was more than that, but her timing certainly didn’t paint that picture. A sharp knock at the door made the girl jump.
"M’lady, the Prince awaits you on the terrace," said servant from the hall.
Elestirnë opened the door, smiling warmly at the man to hide her anxiety.
"I’m coming," she said. The servant bowed low, and left down the hall.
As she walked down the corridor, her pulse slowed a little. She needn’t panic; she would have the whole meal to think and plan her words carefully. She would wait to approach Adrahil after their guests were gone.When Elestirnë reached the seaside terrace on which they ate in fair weather, she expected to see the long banquet table piled high with a grand meal and surrounded by chairs for a dozen or so dinner guests. This is not what she found.
Instead of a banquet table and chairs, she saw a small, low table, surrounded with cushions and set for two. The warm breeze from the ocean blew toward her, bringing to her the smells of the few, savory dishes on the table. The meal was simple. She saw a small roast, a bowl piled high with choice spring greens, a decanter of wine, and a honeyed loaf studded with fruit. She marveled quietly at the small bounty. Even in the Prince’s household, the meals of the last week had been meager, to reserve the choicest foods for the upcoming celebration.
Her eyes still dancing with a dozen questions, Elestirnë looked up to see Adrahil approaching from the balcony.
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"This one, m'lord? It is suitable for the evening," the frustrated servant offered yet another outfit to the Prince, who seemed unable to decide anything this night.
"Oh, what matters it what I wear? That will be fine," Adrahil mumbled, pacing the floor and already on the terrace in his mind. He finally dressed in long black leggings, a forest green tunic that turned his sea colored eyes more green than gray and was emblazoned with the white swan ship emblem of the house of Dol Amroth. He slipped into knee high black boots, shined to high gloss, and tied his long black hair back with a leather strip. His heart was pounding in his chest as he left the room, headed for the terrace.
Stopping only briefly to ask a servant to tell the Lady Elestirnë to meet him on the terrace, he went to library first. Once there, he pulled a key from his neck and unlocked a carved wooden cabinet, reaching inside to remove a small scrolled parchment which he tucked under his tunic. Only then did he continue on to the terrace, and his meeting with the young Queen.
He took the steps down from the balcony to the slated floor below and stopped in his tracks as he beheld Elestirnë standing by the stone wall that surrounded the terrace. Her long dark hair fell in soft waves down her back, her slender body was clad in soft blues, greens and yellows and when her soft, dove gray eyes met his, his heart leapt in his chest. Taking a deep breath, he strolled towards her, taking her hand and leading her to the table.
"Good evening, m'lady. Will you join me for dinner?" They both sat, side by side, and he poured her a glass of wine before they began to partake of the delicious meal before them.
Despite the delicious looks and smells of the food before her, Elestirnë had no appetite suddenly.
She toyed with her food as she made polite inquiries about Adrahil’s day and tried to gather her wits. But she could hear herself talking, and the words sounded so inane that she was embarrassed at herself. Slowly and deliberately, Elestirnë drained her wine goblet and set it down. Even as she began to speak, she found it impossible to look Adrahil in the eye.
"Adrahil, I mean to ask you something. I…I only ask that you speak up at once if you think me daft."
She paused and looked out at the declining sun, trying to calm her racing heart. Turning back, she continued, haltingly.
"My days here are short. I only wonder if…do you think you could…I mean, is there a way we could stay together? Could you ever see me as your…"
Puzzled, Adrahil listened as she stumbled along, trying most obviously to say something important to her but failing miserably. Still, even with the anxious wrinkles on her forehead and her fumbling words, she was charming. His brow lifted and the corners of his lips quirked as he attempted to hide a smile.
"When have you ever been known to mince words, Lessa," he asked, using his life-long pet name for her. "Spit it out, child," biting his lip as soon as the word 'child' left his lips. The beautiful young woman before him was no longer a child and she was seriously attempting to tell...or ask...him something. He did not wish to inhibit her. Instead, he reached across the table and covered her hand with his.
"Come, Lessa, whatever it is, you can tell me."
The girl blushed furiously at his touch but didn't pull away. Instead, she looked at him with sudden gravity.
"You know that our houses have always been linked...since my father chose Faelwen of Dol Amroth for his queen. I think, perhaps, Gondor would be stronger....if the bond remained...they trust you..."
Her voice trailed off lamely. She couldn’t finish, and she prayed silently that Adrahil’s old habit of reading her mind would not fail her tonight.
Adrahil watched her face closely, trying to discern her meaning, when it suddenly struck him. He felt the laughter bubbling up inside him and he fought to appear serious, even though his eyes were twinkling with amusement.
"My dear lady, are you attempting to ask me to marry you?"
The quaver was gone from her voice when she answered.
"Yes." She spoke that word with more conviction than anything she'd said yet. "Now, tell me I have not made a fool of myself for saying so."
She studied his face for a sign that she had misspoken. His expression revealed little, but she saw a light in his eyes that made her heart leap with hope. She herself did not smile, but held her breath. Adrahil gazed into her eyes for a long silent moment before the laughter finally burst to the surface. He laughed until he lost his breath before catching the look on her face.
"Oh, Lessa, Lessa....I am not laughing at you, my dear. Hopefully you will laugh with me when you hear what I have to tell you."
Reaching inside his tunic, he pulled out the scroll, laying it on the table between them.
"You might have waited until dessert, you know. It was then I was planning to ask you that very question. But I don't suppose it matters which of us did the asking. What does matter, however, is more important."
He looked at her with a strangely serious expression on his handsome face.
"Elestirnë, are you asking me only as a means of joining two kingdoms and assuring your seat as Queen of Gondor?"
The girl's expression, which had twisted into one of annoyance at the Prince’s fit of laughter, now softened.
"Adrahil, do you think me so calculating? That I would marry a man for his reputation? I ask you because no man could have my heart, and the people's heart as well…none but you. Truly, I desire to be queen of your heart only, if I may rule nothing else under the sun."
She gazed down at the parchment, glad to have spoken the words that had long burdened her heart, but embarrassed to say more for now.
"What is this?" It looked like a contract, and it was far from new. The ink was faded, but she saw her father's seal at the bottom.
Adrahil took her hand in his, turning it over to kiss the palm. Smiling, he said,
"First, allow me to accept your proposal. You see, my dear, I have loved you for your entire life...first as an enchanting child and now as a beautiful, intelligent, charming woman. To know that you feel the same lightens my heart. And, to answer your query, perhaps you should read it yourself. In short, however, it is an arrangement between our parents for us to agree to wed when you came of age, which you will do on the morrow. I think I much prefer that you and I have agreed to do so on our own, and I hope you feel the same. If you are of a mind to do so, we can announce our engagement at the festivities tomorrow.”
[Edited on 13/10/2009 by Eärendils_Beloved]
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