Palanfirith comes in light(I was standing somewhere and just listening) and says:
"We are only trying to decide who can unite the kindom,who is braver,who can rule.At this point none of us have any chances against the evil as we are now.We should try to find solutions for our troubles and as the king found one we shall try to use it.We will all have a part in this so everybody will have something to say.This is an alliance,and every member is equal none rule over others" looking in Morsire's eyes.
"And Morsire DO NOT speak about what you don't know.You should be more concerned about your own fears rather then speak about ours."
Simple enough, BB, you have been invited to join in on a diplomatic mission to Cardolan; you are currently in the Council Chambers discussing things with the others before the King turns up to fill you in on the plan. Easy!
"I know enough to say that you Elves stand by whilst good men get slaughtered!" yells Morsire. "My scars attend to the lack of my own fears; how many armies have you led into battle? I say attack, what do you say? What does that say of your fears to mine!!"
"Cut it out!" says Aranarth, with great authority. "Both of you! This is the King's Council chamber and I will not see such arguments here, from Lord or Elf! We are supposed to be the civilised keepers of the free world, after all. Let us not make these hard times any harder."
Morsire continues to eye you guys nastily.
(Still not going well, guys... you realise that you only strengthen Morsire's view of you as troublesome outsiders to the rest of the Council the more you argue like that- probably a very good idea to keep peace once the Prince calls it in future, as well)
So, are Anglomir and the others turning up now, BB?
I'll pretend you didn't say that, Rex, seeing as that a. that's not what Morsire suggested and b. Aranarth told you guys to stop talking about it.
Elendur briskly walks into the CHamber and sits on his chair at the table, before becoming aware of the gaze oif all the others at the table around him, commenting on his lateness (which they ascribe to a female).
"Sorry," he says, amiably, with a smile. "Did I miss anything important?"
Aiwendil sat in a tall tree, gazing out at the plains. Her keen elf-eyes flitted this way and that, here folowing the path of a swallow, here watching her mare frisk in the grass below her, here finding the fallen leaves, rustling in the breeze.
The wind grew steadily, whipping at the branches and blowing her hair away from her face. Exhilarated, she stood and climbed to the very top of the tree, enduring the dangerous swaying of the topmost branches until a whippy branched snapped back, snagging her clothes and she almost fell the twenty feet to the hard ground beneath her.
With that, she turned, and slowly clambered to the trunk before swinging from branch to branch to the ground.
Gandalf is long gone, Talin. He's a busy guy.
"Well, I have always said that a good argument is Elf-y..." says Elendur, chuckling. He looks at the blank faces around him (Aranarth giving him a particularly withering stare). He sighs. "You people..." he says, and he puts his legs up upon the table.
"Silence for the King!" comes the call from just outside the room. The Lords stiffen in their chairs (and Elendur withdraws his feet) as the doors to the Council Chamber open, and King Arvedui comes in. Most of you have seen him before, some haven't, his description is in the seperare thread I provided.
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Aiwendil, when you drop to the ground, there appears to be a Royal Messenger waiting there for you...