It was near sundown and Dimithil wandered on in search for shelter. It would be tough to find one here. He was walking in the Moutains for about half a day now. He found an outsticking rock wich provided shelter enough and sat down. Something kept him from making fire. He did not know what. He had a feeling, a huncge if you may call it that, that it was not save to buildt a fire in these here area's.
"Well a pipe would not hurt anyone I guess" He tought for himself.
He took the pipe out of his backpack and lit it. Thin clouds of smoke roze up and the elv felt his worries slip of of him. For a while he sat there quitely until he heard a little noice.
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It was getting late. Soon he could go home and rest from the long duty.
"What is keeping that Fernion so long. He darn well know's it's his duty." The nightelf said to his guard companion.
"My dear Aragilath, you know that he is always a little later than usual. He would even keep you, our leader waiting." The companion replied.
Aragilath muttered something to himslef when he heard a horn blowing. The sound came from the edge of there territory.
"Quickly, there is a trespasser in our lands." Aragilath shouted and he ran of.
He rushed himself over the tight ledge that provided the acces to the cave and reiched the cave.
"Open up you fools, I need to get over there." he shouted at the gate keepers.
But the gate opened before he could finish his sentence.
Fernion walked in with the trespasser. Aragilath could see that the trespasser came quitely and was not affraid since he was still smoking his pipe.
"I found this one outside on my way over here m'lord" Fernion said.
"What where you doing outside in the firsth place Fernion. Out on one of your strawls again?" Aragilath asked stricktly
"Yes m'lord, but I did found this trespasser out in the wild so I did not think it would matter and..."
"Silence!" Aragilath interrupted brutely," You where supposed to be on guard duty and not out hunting strangers. You know that all we want to have is to be leaved alone. Take him to a cell untill further notice and then report back to the tower. You will be hearing more about this."
Fernion gulped and did as he was ordered. He passed trought the gate and went to the tower. He sighted.
"This is going to be a long night" he said with a sad tone.
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It was dark and Dimithil could not see a thing. Not a single window was placed in the cell. They took averything away from him except for his clothes and there he was: Locked away in a cell like some kind of animal. A guard entered the prison and went to his cell. He lit a torch and went over to Dimithil.
"Here is your food trespasser. Have a nice meal. Make yourself ready for tomorrow" He said.
"What will happen tomorrow?" Dimithil asked.
"Tommorow is your trial. You should be lucky that we found you trespassing and not the Mountain Orc's. They would have done a lot worse to you."
The guard went away and Dimithil ate the food and went to sleep.
The next day the guard came in again, but this time not with food. He carried shackels. He came into the cell and asked Dimithil if he would cooperate and allow him to chain him.
"I don't think that saying no will keep those of my body so I might as well cooperate." Dimithil answered.
The guard chained his ankels and his wrists and then guided Dimithil out trough the cave. They walked up a stairs and went trough a long hall. At the end of the hall was a large door and they went in. He could see a large stage with several of the elves sitting on it. Including the elv that got mad on his capturer at the gate. That elv sat on the bigest throne in the middle. Dimithil now realized that he was the leader.
"You have entered the lands of the Nightelves and for that you will be prosecuded. We are nothing like the evil Orc's and do not deliver the penalty of death. But for entering the cave you have lost your freedom. Will you give surrender to the merci of this court and take your punishment with honor?" The leader said formaly.
"I have entered your lands yes, but I did not have the intentions of going into your home m'lord. I will accept your punishment since I don't think I have another choice, but since my freedom has been taken away from me I would like not to stay in a jailcell, but to have a function within your service for I can not stand the tought of being locked away forever." Dimithil replied calmy.
The face of the man on the high chair changed and a smile came upon his face.
"You have chosen wisely tresspasser. You will be allowed to have a function, but we will need to find one within the communety wich will serve you right. I have to send you back for the moment, but will give you a accomadation that will suite a man of honor like yourself. THus is my ruling." The man said.
He slamed a hammer on the table in front of him.
"Guards, take him to an accomadation and lock the door. Treat him nicely and don't harm him. If anyone lays a finger on him without my or his permission he will have to answer to me." He shouted.
The guard that brought Dimithil came towords him and free'd him from his chains. Another guard came towords him and accompanied by these two guards he was taken to a room.
The room looked nice and had a window in it. There was a bed a chair and a little table in it. Dimithil was surprized when the guard brought him his stuff and laid them on the table.
"Compliments from out leader Aragilath tresspasser." The guard said and went away.
Aragilath, so this was the name of the leader. Dimithil took out his pipe and weed and smoked his pipe for a while.
"I hope that my sister will come looking for me, but till then I will have to wait and perform what is requested." He sad to himself. He finished his pipe and went to bed.
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