Pelladal felt Eärnil being pulled roughly from his arms. Silver blades shone in the sunlight.
“This is the man who saved me! Put your blades away! We should be thanking him, not threatening him.” Eärnil said standing in front of his father. Pelladal sighed.
“My apologies, good sir. And we do thank you for your service to us.”
“Think nothing of it for it was my job” Pelladal said bowing low.
“A favor Pelladal. Will you send a message to the King’s residence that we will be there directly? And will you accompany us there?” Tarcyrian asked and of course he accepted.
“Yes Sir.” He said mounting Eärnil’s horse. He rode in front of Tarcyrian, Eärnil and Miriel, with the rest of the family guard behind them. Soon they reached palace. Pelladal hoped lightly of the horse and went to speck to the door guards. Soon he returned to Tarciryan.
“Welcome to Osgiliath” he said as the doors opened and the family was admitted into the palace.
[ July 26, 2003: Message edited by: elven maiden Earwen ]
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