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Birdland · 09-24-2002, 11:34 PM

*****Eryn Lasgalen (Mirkwood)*****
Orodan smiled reassuringly at Isilya as she approached the throne, and her brother Nefros gave her a sly wink over the Prince's shoulder. The young Elf-Maid gave a deep curtsy to her Lord, hoping he could not see her knees shaking.

"You may rise, child," Thranduil smiled and gestured towards a stool, as he sat down himself. Isilya hardly knew what to make of this. To sit in front of the King? But Thranduil had suggested it himself. She supposed she must consider his wish to be her command, and perched herself gingerly on the edge of the padded stool.

"Isilya, is it? Your parents were loyal, faithful servants in these halls for nigh seven yéni, and your father served his kingdom with honor during the War against the Dark Lord. His presence is sorely missed."

Isilya lowered her head and offered no answer to this. It was too soon to speak of her father. She wondered if she would ever be able to speak of him without tears.

"Your mother is well?"

"Yes, My Lord" answered Isilya, glad of the change of subject. "She has returned to our people, who live in the Narrows."

"And so the children remain to take up the duties of the parents. As it should be. Nefros has served my son well, and speaks highly of your skill and intelligence. I value his opinion, and believe between you and your brother, my son will be well-cared for on the journey to Minas Anor."

So she was going! Isilya controlled herself enough not to flash a joyous smile of gratitude towards her brother, but only held her hand to her heart as she rose and curtsied again towards Thranduil and Orodan. "It is my highest honor to be able to serve my King and his heir, my Lord. I can only hope that I can fill the role that my parents held in the Halls of my King, and I live only to serve my King, and my Lord Orodan."

Thranduil smiled at this, studying the young Elf all the while. "My son. I believe you and Nefros have preparations to make for your journey. I would speak with this daughter of Eryn Lasgalen further."

Orodan and Nefros exchanged glances, but there was no gainsaying this command. Orodan left the throne room, and Nefros, after offering a deep bow to his King, followed him.

Isilya was left alone with the Lord of Eryn Lasgalen, feeling oddly like a coney under the eye of the hawk. Now that she had the new responsibilities and the chance for travel that she had craved, she strangely wondered if there was some way she could get out of it.

"So, you have vowed to serve my son faithfully. But what of your King?"

"My Lord!" she stammered, "I live and die for the Ruler of Eryn Lasgalen, as do all the people of the Green Wood."

"That is good, young Isilya. For your brother will always serve the needs of my son, as it should be. But I will require eyes and ears on this journey as well. The Man King of Minas Anor desires to establish trade between all the kingdoms of Middle-earth. But the Silvan Elves have always sustained themselves. Though a few luxuries have been acquired for our own use from these other Races, the treasures of the Green Wood have been preserved for the use of our own people, alone. It is my great desire that this should remain so. Do you know of what I speak, child?"

"Yes, my Lord", Isilya answered quietly.

"Good. I have servants amongst the Folk of the Air, who will be available to carry messages to me. I only bid that you correspond with your King as you make this journey, and keep me informed about the doings of these other races who may travel with your party, particularly the representatives of Dale and the Lonely Mountain. Do I make myself clear?"

"Absolutely, my Lord." said Isilya, white-faced.

"Splendid! Of course, our conversation here will go no farther than this throne room. You may go and make your own preparations for your journey, now." Isilya rose with relief, grateful that her interview was finally over, and dreading the "duties" that had been laid upon her shoulders.

She curtsied low towards her King, and turned to leave the audience. But just as she reached the door, Thranduil placed one other burden on her.

"Isilya? By the way - have you ever made the acquaintance of my younger son, Prince Legolas?"

[ September 25, 2002: Message edited by: Birdland ]

09-24-2002, 11:34 PM	#25
Birdland Ghastly Neekerbreeker Join Date: Dec 2001 Location: the banks of the mighty Scioto Posts: 1,751	***Eryn Lasgalen (Mirkwood)*** Orodan smiled reassuringly at Isilya as she approached the throne, and her brother Nefros gave her a sly wink over the Prince's shoulder. The young Elf-Maid gave a deep curtsy to her Lord, hoping he could not see her knees shaking. "You may rise, child," Thranduil smiled and gestured towards a stool, as he sat down himself. Isilya hardly knew what to make of this. To sit in front of the King? But Thranduil had suggested it himself. She supposed she must consider his wish to be her command, and perched herself gingerly on the edge of the padded stool. "Isilya, is it? Your parents were loyal, faithful servants in these halls for nigh seven yéni, and your father served his kingdom with honor during the War against the Dark Lord. His presence is sorely missed." Isilya lowered her head and offered no answer to this. It was too soon to speak of her father. She wondered if she would ever be able to speak of him without tears. "Your mother is well?" "Yes, My Lord" answered Isilya, glad of the change of subject. "She has returned to our people, who live in the Narrows." "And so the children remain to take up the duties of the parents. As it should be. Nefros has served my son well, and speaks highly of your skill and intelligence. I value his opinion, and believe between you and your brother, my son will be well-cared for on the journey to Minas Anor." So she was going! Isilya controlled herself enough not to flash a joyous smile of gratitude towards her brother, but only held her hand to her heart as she rose and curtsied again towards Thranduil and Orodan. "It is my highest honor to be able to serve my King and his heir, my Lord. I can only hope that I can fill the role that my parents held in the Halls of my King, and I live only to serve my King, and my Lord Orodan." Thranduil smiled at this, studying the young Elf all the while. "My son. I believe you and Nefros have preparations to make for your journey. I would speak with this daughter of Eryn Lasgalen further." Orodan and Nefros exchanged glances, but there was no gainsaying this command. Orodan left the throne room, and Nefros, after offering a deep bow to his King, followed him. Isilya was left alone with the Lord of Eryn Lasgalen, feeling oddly like a coney under the eye of the hawk. Now that she had the new responsibilities and the chance for travel that she had craved, she strangely wondered if there was some way she could get out of it. "So, you have vowed to serve my son faithfully. But what of your King?" "My Lord!" she stammered, "I live and die for the Ruler of Eryn Lasgalen, as do all the people of the Green Wood." "That is good, young Isilya. For your brother will always serve the needs of my son, as it should be. But I will require eyes and ears on this journey as well. The Man King of Minas Anor desires to establish trade between all the kingdoms of Middle-earth. But the Silvan Elves have always sustained themselves. Though a few luxuries have been acquired for our own use from these other Races, the treasures of the Green Wood have been preserved for the use of our own people, alone. It is my great desire that this should remain so. Do you know of what I speak, child?" "Yes, my Lord", Isilya answered quietly. "Good. I have servants amongst the Folk of the Air, who will be available to carry messages to me. I only bid that you correspond with your King as you make this journey, and keep me informed about the doings of these other races who may travel with your party, particularly the representatives of Dale and the Lonely Mountain. Do I make myself clear?" "Absolutely, my Lord." said Isilya, white-faced. "Splendid! Of course, our conversation here will go no farther than this throne room. You may go and make your own preparations for your journey, now." Isilya rose with relief, grateful that her interview was finally over, and dreading the "duties" that had been laid upon her shoulders. She curtsied low towards her King, and turned to leave the audience. But just as she reached the door, Thranduil placed one other burden on her. "Isilya? By the way - have you ever made the acquaintance of my younger son, Prince Legolas?" [ September 25, 2002: Message edited by: Birdland ]