Melost and Thelian entered the chambers of Gil-galad after the guards recognized them. Gil-galad, standing at a table with a large map on, greeted them smiling and beckoned them to approach.
"Ah, you have come. I am pleased to see you. Melost, I have a job more, that I think you and your squire can do the best."
Thelian, tried to look at the map without moving, whereas Melost stood expressionless. The past hours had not been as joyous as he had hoped, and right know he did not care if Gil-galad sended him to Orodruin. It seemed like Gil-galad guessed his state of mood, for his smile faded away and was replaced by a more serious expression.
"Imladris is not a castle, nor is its location a remote place far from danger. The enemy has always been interested in Eriador, and Elrond fears that orcs will once again march in Eriador, with both our soldiers and Elendil's marching south. I deem he is right, which is why I wish for you to escort many of those here that would be in potential danger from an attack. I doubt any of us wish to return to homes burned down. The destination would be Loth-lorien, to live with Galadriel until the war is over. You and Thelian can then march with Malgalad and Celeborn, when they and their army leave Loth-lorien to meet us at the Anduin."
Still Melost did not move nor did his face reveal anything.
"Anything else, milord?"
"No, you are dismissed."
As Melost and Thelian left the room, they heard Gil-galad's voice:" I will have my servant bring you a copy of the map, Thelian." And then they heard the laughter of their lord as the doors closed.
[ June 14, 2003: Message edited by: Daniel Telcontar ]
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