Ingwe Leralonde's Story

Chapter 9: Saresae

written by Gryazi, souloe, and RichterGotz, edited by Masato22

"Luthor Von Huss..."

The man was bigger than she expected. He must move quickly, but his apperance bore no such promises. She disentangled herself from Freegor to get a closer look. Her eyes perked in observation, dialating to large black sapphires. Saresae slinked her bosy up to the

"You are spoken very much of in the streets. A name spoken in beautiful tones, whether anger of admiration. I would like to know more of your person. Say, some services of mine for some stories of yours?" she murmured, closer to his face than a human would be comfortable.

Some of the baubles in her hair chimed as Saresae tilted her head. Freegor looked disticntly uncomfortable. From both her sudden inattentiveness toward himm, and her slithering body language. With but a few more seconds of her eyes drinking his visage, she returned back to her place. Saresae grew most hungry when something was veiled.

"You are spoken very much of in the streets. A name spoken in beautiful tones, whether anger of admiration. I would like to know more of your person. Say, some services of mine for some stories of yours?"

He backed his face away instinctively as the lithe woman approached him. He had never been comfortable around women, not since he was slashed by the female elf when he killed her father. As her nose came just past the tactful border towards his own; he passively realized that his hand was clutching Kneecaps' cleaver rather tightly. He did his best to lower his gaze and make it perfectly clear he was not interested in her wiles. It was quite difficult though, there was no mistaking that this woman, Saresae, was an expert at her trade. Tyr demanded no vow of chastity from his subjects, but Luthor prided himself in his own. He had devoted his life to the destruction of the Seelie, and he needed no distractions. All he could do was hope she did not take offense, or spread rumors that he was a eunuch. He had been forced to deal with such misunderstandings before, and did not feel like having to again.

He breathed a quiet sigh of relief as her inquisitorial eyes broke their stare, and she returned to Freegor's side.

"Unfortunately, I don't really have any stories worth telling." He replied, as she re-ingratiated herself with the Mortalis captain.

At least now he knew for certain the woman was a foreigner, and not simply a costumed prostitute. There was simply no mistaking the accent of an outlander. She didn't smell like Arcadia, or at least any place in Arcadia that Luthor had ever been. There was a difference in her manner that no amount of practice or training could mimic, with the exception of sorcery of course. In fact, the woman's exoticism was so apparent that Luthor doubted whether she was human at all. Certainly not a normal human, at any rate.

"Hah! If you keep saying that after today, I'll start calling you a liar Huss!" Freegor said cheerfully. He squeezed Saresae a bit closing to him as he chuckled for a few moments.

Luthor wasn't sure how he felt about Freegor so openly dealing with a prostitute, even if she was an informant. He decided it really wasn't his place to judge Freegor, but still.

"I see you've got Kile's chopper there." Freegor stated. "I've heard stories of that blade from the old days."

Luthor nodded tapped on the cleaver's handle.

"Borrowed it for a time." Luthor replied, trying his best to ignore Saresae's eyes.

He stood abruptly and reached forward to shake Freegor's hand.

"Sorry for leaving so soon, but I'm burning good daylight here. And you obviously have other things to get too." Luthor said, glancing at Saresae.

"Sorry for leaving so soon, but I'm burning good daylight here. And you obviously have other things to get too."

Walking silently down the long winding staircase, Yuna could hear a familiar voice. "Huss." She recognized. The man, the Old Quarter Demon, was once a part of the original resistance that had gone rogue in a sense acting on his own. She knew him by his fame mostly and he, she expected, likewise. They had met in the past, of course, but never quite got past the stage of simply acquaintances sharing the same goals. He was a strong character, well known through the ranks for both his strength and his attitude.

"Soul" Before Freegor could finish, Yunaria halted him with a single hand motion. Men. Still, as long as it did not jeopardize their mission Asuna was generally silent about these things. Freegor probably had new information as well seeing Saresae here, but since she is here in person. "Freegor, Saresae." Then there was this matter... "Huss." Souloe called again as if the first time was not enough to catch his attention. "I hear you've been rather busy in the temple district." The armor clad Yunaria stepped forward to hear what Huss has to say for himself. Of course, her mask and armor weren't her real gear but merely a manifestation of the illusionary spell Moonlight Mirage. Still, it served its purpose as a safety measure to hide her identity and that was enough.

Huss was not directly under the Mortalis so the normal chain of command was meaningless before this man. But with any luck, Saresae hopefully would have brought information about the Seelie member that was to be the next target. Since Finneaus was murdered and the suspicion thrown onto the Seelie, if someone of the Seelie was assassinated it should trigger a string of retaliations between the two most prominant power of the land. Internal affairs between the two powers were, of course, both political and classified information for the general norm. But if she pushed the right buttons, surely even Huss would move according to plan.

"I hear you've been rather busy in the temple district."

Luthor turned about, surprised by the sudden voice addressing him. The woman now standing behind him looked at him expectantly from behind a shimmering mask. His mouth suddenly tasted of iron, and the hair on the back of his neck stood on end. Sorcery. He resisted the urge to lash out, it took a conscious effort to keep his hand from straying to his cat-splitter. He understood she was "on his side", but like every other time he had encountered her, he was put on edge. Her sorcery was enough, but her fair hair and manner reminded him far too much of someone else he once knew. He rubbed his eye-patch, unconsciously letting a dark sneer split across his face as a memory returned to him. He recovered himself quickly, and hoped the honorable lady did not take offense at him. He chuckled mentally, it seemed quite possible he could exit this room with two women thinking less of him than when he entered.

"Miss Souloe..." He began, inclining his head respectfully. "You're skill is spoken of throughout the city."

Luthor hoped his greeting could smooth over his earlier untactful mistake. But it was obvious the masked woman had not come to this place for pleasantries.

"Yes, I've been quite busy today. I'm sorry if my handiwork has caused you any grief." He added.

It was impossible to gauge her reaction physically, but Luthor had a feeling Souloe was not very interested in reprimanding him. He had always been able to gauge emotions or tension quite well, thanks to the honed instincts that any person who lived their life in hiding acquired. Right now, he could bet that Souloe was more interested in action than talking, he was grateful for this, but cautious at the same time. He hated thinking like this, but there was a part of him that doubted whether such a soft looking woman could keep her wits and strength about her when the real killing began. He did not know Souloe near well enough to be sure, and the stories he had heard from other Mortalis captains seemed to turn in her favor. He decided that there was no way to know for certain.

Luthor sincerely wished to take his leave now. He had apparently dropped in on a scheduled meeting, but something stopped him. He wanted to know what kind of information this Saresae had to offer.


"You're skill is spoken of throughout the city."

The city? That would be an exaggeration. Maybe within the Mortalis. Yunaria thought to herself. Without first demonstrating an impressive prowess in battle it would have been impossible for her, a woman, to command the Mortalis. Even if she had the intellect and the funds to support the human rebels, the elites -those who took pride in their skills in combat- would simply have accepted her as one of many generous sponsers and then ignored her authority without an ounce of respect. What she needed was not a bunch of self satisfying elites but an organized army to liberate humanity and regain all that was lost.

"Yes, I've been quite busy today. I'm sorry if my handiwork has caused you any grief."

"Oh?" Souloe's dark hollow voice filled the room with a blatant tone of sarcasm. If Luthor had truly attacked her earlier, things would have been much easier. "So you are aware?" Yuna questioned rhetorically. "Then I suppose that the Old Quarter Demon wishes to apologize with more than just words." She paused a brief moment to let the words sink in. "I imagine that he is more than willing to apologize with actions. Wouldn't you agree?" Souloe manipulated her mirage to reveal a devious knowing smile.

But before Huss would have a chance to reply, Yuna suddenly interrupted without turning. "Saresae." Souloe spoke first and then turned towards the pale haired prostitute. "Can I assume that you bring the unfortunate news of an accident that is about to occur? About a fae of standings from within The Seelie?" Souloe's words were twisted with honey speaking casually as if the event had already taken place in some land far far away.

It was honey clearly offered to Huss as his act of 'apology'. She wanted the Old Quarter Demon to be performing the next assassination... an assassination of a fae within the Seelie at that. Yuna's eyes peered from behind the illusion towards Huss expecting an overtone of snickering and delight.


Sarasae replied after a moment, “It would have to be a high standing member of the Seelie indeed. You should look no further than the blood of a council member.”

"What about 'Lord' Ingwë Léralondë? Does he make many midnight strolls to your bed?" Luthor asked. "Hard to miss, he's one of the few Elves in Arcadia who actually looks old.

Ingwë would be a good pick, as far as Luthor knew. He was respected and loved in the Seelie, a charismatic Elf who had spent many centuries on the Council. He had been an up-and-coming politician during the 'Magical Revolution'. He was one of the bastards who pushed for the Great Apostasy, the summoning of dragons. He would be a worthy kill, if they could get to him.

Luthor began to warm to the idea. If, in the end, it was up to him to do the deed, he would make sure the bastard didn't get off as easy as his friend from earlier.


"Oh? A sudden request." Yunaria commented idly buying herself time to inspect Sarasae for foul play. To gaze deep into the window of her soul; To check for specific wrinkles that might be tiny muscle movements betraying Sarasae's intentions; To check for cold sweat that sometimes appears when one was unnaturally tense. Yet all these, Asuna knew instinctively, would be meaningless against Sarasae if she was as Souloe had imagined. Women of her occupation lived off of deceit, wiles and charm... unless she was one of the exceptions... holding a unique weapon of seduction that Asuna cannot begin to imagine. "Very well." Yunaria replied simply. Information was rarely dealt this way, but. "If you have what Huss desires then this is a favor I am willing to grant. Freegor." Souloe nodded as Freegor went to the back room as if to retrieve the payment. Information brokers that were not directly under the Mortalis meant they hold no particular loyalty towards the group. Their relationship generally begins with money and ends with money. Trust is not easily earned, because misplaced trust could lead to one's own death. Freegor must have realized this because he was mumbling something inaudible as he left. Souloe then waited for her answer to Huss' particular request. When Freegor later returned, he tossed the bag simply over to Souloe.

“He is not one of my visitors. I only deal with the aged once they are no longer in this world. However, a brothel closer to his home houses my dear friend’s little sister Lunay. She is ripe in beauty and fae blood. She is frequented by a fae politician that often unknowingly leaks information to her. He is a key to finding the right time to strike Ingwe.” Sarasae replied.
Tossing the bag over, Souloe silently approved the transection. "If the Seelie believes that the Wizard's Tower is retaliating..." Yuna held up her index finger. "One more." Though this conversation was about an assassination there was not a single mention of it now. The kill was never the objective, it had always been a means to the end. Thus Yuna made it clear that Sarasae would be paid not for the assassination but for the securing of a single idea in the minds of the Seelie. "If all later investigations leads to no results..." Yunaria referred to possibly the Seelie or the Lanterners while holding up two more fingers on her other hand. "Two more." As if to say that it would be a total of three more bags of money Asuna raised all three fingers on one hand. "A gift from me personally if all goes well."

Yunaria stole a quick glance at both Greegor and Huss to make sure they had no problems with her decision. She did not expect any resistance however, since the extra pay is going to come out of her private funds and not from the Mortalis. Then Souloe turned her gaze back towards Sarasae waiting for a response.

It should be a tempting offer. As long as the results are achieved, Sarasae needed not even participate and she would still get not just double the pay but now effectively four times the money. How she achieve the result would be up to her. If she failed however, like say if Lunay squealed or if her involvement was discovered in the investigation, there would be only the usual pay that the informant had already received.

"Keep Freegor updated and..." Souloe looked over at Huss to draw Sarasae's attention over. "I believe your request..." referring to how the mercenary wanted someone's assistance with her plan. "has been heard."

If all were in agreement with nothing else to add, Yunaria would slip away hidden by the mask of her Moonlight Mirage while her illusion would stay its place. Long after she has gone, and the conversation fully complete, the illusion of Souloe would turn towards the darkness fading away with the black gradient as if it were some sort of teleportation spell.

Luthor grimaced slightly as the sorceress seemingly evaporated into the air. He couldn't say he wasn't surprised, but he had expected some kind of outrageous exit by Souloe. It was probably meant to sew shock and awe in them, and solidify her position as de-facto leader of the coming operation. Once again, he felt a twinge of spite in his soul. He sighed and shook the inactivity out of his limbs.

"Well..." He began, striding over to Saresae. "It looks like that is that. I hadn't really expected her to come and play with us, but it looks like I'm taking orders from the Mortalis once again."

He began to make his way to the steps leading back up into the bar. He stopped short of the first step and looked back.

"Tell me all about this scheme of yours on the way if you please, no sense in wasting more time. Oh, and by the way, Souloe isn't one to default on her debts if I've heard correctly. So you can rest assured you've got quite a payday coming if you pull through for her. Don't lose it all at one gambling hall."

He smirked and began his way up the spiral staircase. He realized he should have thanked Freegor for his hospitality, but it was too late now. He smelled the proverbial blood now, and his own was pumping hot.

Chapter 11: To Spire Rock

written by masato22

Aranhil’s smile faded slowly, “Wait a moment, If your Aiden and that Brandeau lived during the Reign of Humanity, which was centuries ago, how is it that Brandeau is this alive and as young as we saw him today? That was the strange aura I felt from him. His energy did not feel like the other humans present. He said, ‘That he had all the time in the world.’ He must have somehow acquired immortality.” Aranhil spoke with a grave tone of voice; his eyes glowed with a serious intensity.

Aearion interrupted, the mer prince was fed up with talks of the immortal human pirate for who he had little respect for. “We shall deal with him and put his immortality to the test if he dares to cross our path again. I do not intend to pardon him for once trying to harm our Merilwen.” Aearion let out a sigh, “Well then, we should be going. On to Anaon.” He spoke regally.

Merilwen led the group the central river of Arcadia. There they could rejuvenate themselves and rehydrate their bodies. This would allow them land mobility for another day after the next two. The aquatic creatures found in the river spoke with them. They told them of their lives on the main land and of the things they’ve observed. It was a truly fascinating for the merpeople to hear.

They continued further into the outer forest area of Anaon. The old trees towered over the trio in a windy and twisting fashion. Aearion was in awe of the land, its features and beauty. There were very few occasions in which he had left the sea, and then he advanced little past the shores. The scenery of Anaon was truly an amazing site to behold.

“By the tides… this is truly wonderful!” Aearion exclaimed in excitement.

“This is indeed beautiful. It is much different from the sea and ocean floor. The land dwellers are indeed fortunate and blessed to live in such a place.” Aranhil praised the environment.

Merilwen was not as surprised by the environment of the land, for she had visited the land for many a year when she stayed with Aiden. The two would take strolls through the forests and he explained the land and many of its workings to Merilwen. Seeing the forest and the plants of the land made her remember him and the happiness she enjoyed in her time with him.

There were many creatures afoot, many of which the group were unfamiliar with. They were mostly harmless in nature so they posed no threat to the trio. The three mer royals wandered for some time in the seemingly endless forest. “I’m having a difficult time navigating through this forest. The map is not very precise about the trails present. I think we are lost in Anaon I am afraid. I am most sorry my Prince.” Merilwen spoke with a timid vocal tone.

“It can’t be helped. Even as an expert there is still much you might not be familiar with, and that is understandable. Never you worry princess.” Aearion reassured Merilwen. Aranhil smiled warmly at the two. He was glad to see Aearion expressing his softer side. Suddenly the trio heard a faint rustle of the trees.

Suddenly a soft and wispy voice reached the trio’s ears. “What a sight, what a sight, children of the sea in the wood. How many years has it been since the sea king last sent his messenger to Spire Rock, three or maybe five? I cannot remember, but I do remember that the merman that would come before was much more ancient in appearance than those who float before me now. Who might you three be?” The forest grew calm at the sound of the feminine voice.

“I am Prince Aearion, son of King Vehiron, ruler of the Morenion Kingdom. Reveal yourself now!” Aearion commanded. He was weary of someone who could see them but he could not see them.

“Very well then I shall come down. It’s rare when I am paid a visit by royalty, especially royalty of the mer variety.” The wispy and mellow voice echoed from the trees. Down dropped a seed the size of a walnut from the tree. It was adorned with a purple jewel. The seed shimmered and cracked open allowing the jewel to drop into the seeds’ core and it began to s9prout a beautiful bloom. From the bloom, which grew larger by the second, sprouted a dryad of great beauty.


“Elemmírë Galathil is my name. Welcome to the Wood of Anaon. I assume you are in need of assistance are you not?” Elemmire inquired. “The last emissary sent by the sea king needed my assistance.”

“Why indeed we do milady.” Aranhil spoke as he bowed respectfully and smiled at the dryad woman of exceptional beauty. “We are lost in the wood here. We are trying to find Spire Rock. Are we close?”

“Well you are indeed fortunate to have run into me. I am a guardian of the wood, thus I know all there is to know about this area.” Elemmire smiled as she blushed. “I wish the previous merperson who came by the last time was as handsome as you.” Elemmire found Aranhil to be quite dashing. “I’ll show you the way.” Elemmire plucked her root-like feet from the ground and sauntered through the forest. They eventually reached Spire Rock. It was very tall and seemingly impossible to scale.

“This is near impossible to climb. How will we make it up there?” Aearion spoke with uncertainty.

“I shall help you with this as well. Leave it to me please.” Elemmire began to chant something quietly. Suddenly a large stalk of vines sprouted from the ground grabbed each of the three and delivered them to the top of the Rock. “Sorry if I startled you. We are now here.”

“I was indeed startled by this strange magic… What form of being are you madam?” Aearion asked in a rattled manner.

“Me? Why you are unfamiliar with the land. I, my charming prince, am a Dryad. You can consider me a tree spirit, a woman of the wood so to speak.” Elemmire giggled.

“Indeed an intriguing being you are.” Aearion spoke in amazement.

“Well now, there is far too much attention being paid to me. Your host has arrived now.” Elemmire motioned toward an elf that approached the group.


A beautiful elvish woman approached the group. She walked gracefully toward the group. Her pale face bore a smile most comforting. “Welcome friends! I am Alatariel Léralondë an Elvish priestess of Spire Rock. Welcome to the home of the Fae!” Her voice was soft and her words seemed to float about the air. “I shall show the way to my father Lord Ingwe Leralonde. He is one of the high summoners of the Fae. He shall also be your main host in negotiations regarding your treaty. Come…” Alatariel turned around to lead the way and was stopped short as she saw her father was already present. “Oh, Father you are already here.”


“Yes my daughter, I heard of giant vine stalks scaling the fortified Spire Rock and had to see for myself what this commotion was about. Ah, indeed Elemmire the Dryad is the cause of this eventfulness. It is wonderful to see you again my dear.” Ingwe spoke with a joyous tone. Elemmire blushed shyly as she held her cheeks with her palms. Ingwe then turned to Aearion, Aranhil and Merilwen. “My distinguished guests, welcome! I am Ingwë Léralondë. I shall give you a grand tour of Spire Rock.” The group then proceeded to tour the area with Ingwe as their guide.

Chapter 12: Aearion’s Promise
written by masato22
As Ingwe showed the group around the beautiful scenery of Spire Rock Aranhil quietly spoke to Merilwen. “I’ve wanted to say something to you but things seemed to have been moving swiftly so I felt before I hadn’t the time. Now that we have reached Spire Rock we can rest a little easier. When our business is done, I would much like for you to take us to see where your Aiden abides. If we can examine this crystal that he’s incased in we should have a better idea of what to inquire about in regard to setting him free.” Aranhil smiled as he spoke. He had faith that they would find a way to restore the human Merilwen loved to animation once more.

Merilwen was delighted. “Thank you Lord Aranhil. I will most certainly show the way when our task has concluded.”

During the tour Ingwe took the group to admire the view from atop Spire rock of Arcadia. The Mer people stood in awe of the grand view. Arcadia was indeed a rich land of forests, cities, waters and much more. Prince Aearion looked down to the ground below the Spire and noticed a creature most peculiar seated at a bench and eating a pastry.

“What in Tidus’ name is THAT STRANGE CREATURE BELOW?!” Aearion exclaimed in surprise. He had never seen anything like it. His exclamation made the others jump in surprise.

“My goodness you are one loud prince!” Elemmire the dryad complained. “That, my friend, is an Aviopter. She most certainly would not take kindly to you calling her a ‘strange creature’. They are indeed pretty interesting beings.” Elemmire looked down on the Aviopter with a smile.

“Fortunately that loud and dramatic behavior doesn’t run through all members of the family.” Aranhil snickered a bit. Aearion quickly shot Aranhil an annoyed look as if to tell him to ‘shut up’. Aearion's glare only made Aranhil laugh more. Merilwen had to giggle herself at the Prince's reaction, he could be so dramatic at times she thought.

“Well I am most excited that you are enjoying the many sights of the land Prince Aearion.” Ingwe chuckled. “We should be going to dinner now. There is a small feast that has been prepared for you. Lady Elemmire you are indeed invited as well. You will all meet some of the Seelie council members at dinner.” Ingwe spoke regally. He was quite excited to have his guests about Spire Rock. The three Mer People were quite different from the previous ambassador from the Ocean Kingdom.

Chapter 13: The Miracle Invoking Elf

Voronwe lay at peace in the quiet area of the Anaon Forest at a stream near an Elvan cemetery. He was there to visit the grave of his deceased wife and child. He would often visit the peaceful Elvish cemetery at least twice a week. Following his ritual he would kneel down in front of the grave stones and pray to the divine for peace and their peace and prosperity in the afterlife. He then would pray for the miracle to occur, to be able to see his wife and child. Light illuminated the surrounding area and he began to slumber by a tree.


His lost son, an elf child of great beauty, crawled next to his slumbering father. He was of much peace and joy. Voronwe cuddled his son and spoke of life to the child. Laerwen, his late wife, smiled and cuddled at Voronwe’s side. “Time is thin but I enjoy the site of your face like a thousand joyful moments. I wish I had been stronger with the passing of my brother…” Laerwen’s spirit spoke quietly.

“Let’s enjoy this miracle while it lasts my love. I refuse to allow the past to steal this wonderful present moment with you and our son. I love and miss you two with every fiber of my being. I just wish I would be granted the miracle of your restored lives but I’ve been denied so many times…” Voronwe let out a deep sigh.

“Love I want you to live, rejoicing and with gladness. Our seasons have come and gone. Grace clings tightly to you. Don’t waste it for its blessing is to be shared with others in your life. Be open to love finding you again. I will it for you. It’s time you will happiness for yourself. We must go now, for the grace that the divine has given us to meet here has come to a close. I love you, Cugedhion loves you as well.” Laerwen kissed Voronwe on the lips and cradled Cugedhion in her arms.

“I love you both. I will see you soon if the divine will it again.” Voronwe’s eyes began to tear up. “I promise I will be open to happiness as it comes my love. Fare thee well.” Voronwe watched as the light faded carrying Laerwen and Cugedhion away. The light faded and Voronwe awoke from the miracle invoked. He let out a sigh and adjusted his white fur overcoat in preparation to leave. “I suppose I am allowed to love again. I’m not getting any younger.” Voronwe smiled and he chuckled a bit to himself. He was grateful that his late wife looked after him even from the afterlife.

Voronwe mounted his horse and bowed in respect to wish Laerwen and Cugedhion goodbye. He rode off toward Spire Rock. He knew that the council was to be expecting ambassadors from the Morenion Kingdom any day now. Upon hearing of the death of the Elvish nobleman a few days ago he was bewildered concerning the Seelie council’s future decisions. This was to be handled delicately otherwise war could erupt. Certain council members were not completely happy with the fae democracy as it was. Some members would rather have a dictatorial like system and total supremacy over Arcadia, not just having significant political influence. Voronwe and Ingwe were two of the fair voices of reason on the council. They fought to maintain the current balance that existed within the Seelie. Certain members were more often of a double mind. They would side with the more influential members to stay in the favor of the powerful.


Upon reaching Spire Rock Voronwe ran into Finrod Sáralondë, the elvish trade merchant. “I have not laineyes on you in quite some time Finrod. How are you?” Voronwe spoke in a cheery manner. He found Finrod to be an amusing person to speak with at times. However he did not approve of Finrod’s participation in the human slave trade. Voronwe was constantly trying to persuade Finrode to cease such immoral business, but with little to no success.

“It has been too long my dear friend. I am well. Thank you for asking. You’re ever the polite one Voronwe.” Finrod responded with a chuckle. “So are you going to say the magic words to get us atop the tower or must I do something magical for once in ages?” Finrod joked. He didn’t often use magic but was able to if he desired.

“Sorry friend, allow me.” Voronwe replied. He then spoke the phrase for activating the gate way to the top of Spire Rock. “So what brings you here tonight? Making a report?” Voronwe inquired pleasantly.

“Why you’re most perceptive too. I hope to be as vital, smart and handsome as you when I reach your age Voronwe.” Finrod joked mockingly. Voronwe was admired for his handsomeness and wisdom by many a Fae. “I must be young and inquisitive and ask. Where are you coming from at this hour?” Finrod always wanted to know things that weren’t really his business to know and he was well aware of the fact.

“I just went to visit my late wife and child’s graves. I was granted the miracle of seeing their faces once more. However I’m afraid I’m a bit late for a business dinner now.” Voronwe replied with a small smile.

“Ah… sounds so very bittersweet Voronwe. Speaking of business, at my business earlier today I was honored to meet your guests. I must say those Merpeople are truly a sight to behold. They are quite majestic. The royals are much different in aura than the normal merfolk you see randomly at sea or in the lagoons of Arcadia. I was almost a bit jealous…” Finrod chuckled superficially. “They caused quite a stir on my ports today. The ignorant humans thought them to be aggressors. I tell you humans are poor judges of character. I don’t see how you care for them so much. Besides it was because a human killed your brother-in-law that your wife passed as well. You are much too gentle with them…” Finrod spoke bluntly and realized too late that Voronwe was very upset with his words regarding the loss of his wife and child.

“I blame not the human. Fore he did what it took to be free from elves who think like YOU do. A word of advice to you my YOUNG friend. Be careful for there might be another human on one of your import slave ships that is just as willing to kill you for his or her freedom as the slave that killed my brother-in-law was. I’d hate for that to be your fate Finrod. Good eve.” Voronwe quickly left Finrod who stood still tense and in shock.

Voronwe stopped in an inner hallway of Spire Rock. He let out a heavy sigh and ran a few fingers through his long hair. He was not happy about having to get verbally aggressive with Finrod but a line was crossed with him. Voronwe went to his quarters to get settled and then proceeded to meet Ingwe and the guests at the grand hall. He laid eyes on the large group including Ingwe, his daughter Alatariel, Elemmire the Dryad, and the three Mer royals.

“Sorry I am late Ingwe. I just came from visiting Laerwen and my son. Pardon my tardiness distinguished guests, I do not intend to be rude.” Voronwe said politely as he approached the group. He bowed to them in respect. “Elemmire, Alatariel, it is most lovely to see you as well.” Voronwe kissed one of each young lady’s hands.

“Ever the dream Fae you are Lord Voronwe!!” Elemmire blushed in response.

“Your presence pardons any tardiness you have Lord Voronwe. Besides visiting your beloved is nothing to have to be apologetic about.” Alatariel responded with a smile.

“Ah it is very good to see you Voronwe! Distinguished guests, this is Voronwe Saeldur high councilman of the Seelie.” Ingwe introduced Voronwe grandly. “Voronwe, This is Prince Aearion Turin of Morenion, The Pearl Princess Merilwen Vanamarilla, and Duke Aranhill Rinion.” Ingwe smiled greatly, he really wanted Voronwe to meet the Mer Royals.

“It is indeed an honor and a pleasure to meet your highness, lord and ladyship!” Voronwe took a moment to examine the three royal more closely with his eyes. They were truly elegant in appearance. His eyes were somewhat caught on Aranhil, whose aura enticed Voronwe to gaze in entrancement at the merman. He seemed to bewitch those in his presence with just his mere presence. Voronwe found it equally alluring and disturbing. The two made direct eye contact and Voronwe felt transfixed on the Duke of the sea. “I must say it is most difficult to break my gaze from you Lord Aranhil… Something about you is mysteriously captivating….” Voronwe tried to fight the odd bewitchment he felt.

Aranhil swiftly broke his gaze away from Voronwe and averted his eyes toward the floor. “I am most sorry! I tend to have that effect on people sometimes! I am often called ‘Aran the Bewitcher’ by human sailors because of this strange natural ability of mine. I really find it hard to control, a thousand apologies my lord Voronwe!!”Aranhil spoke nervously he was embarrassed to have made Voronwe feel so awkwardly. It was indeed unusual for this ability to have such an effect on a Fae.

“No need to apologize! I… actually found it quite interesting… In all actuality… I enjoyed the feeling somewhat. I haven’t felt that way since the time I first met my late wife Laerwen.” Voronwe breathed a little heavily as he composed himself. He was very much interested in speaking with Aranhil in the future. This was an anomaly to Voronwe.

“Well I’m glad I didn’t disturb you.” Aranhil glanced up at Voronwe in short spurts with a sheepish smile. He was still nervous about bewitching the elf lord again. He suddenly felt like a little boy with a crush.

Aearion looked Aranhil up and down with a curious smirk on his face. “You’re blushing cousin. I’ve never seen your pale face turn a shade so red! My Lord Voronwe my cousin might just fancy you.” Aearion was thrilled to seize this opportunity to tease Aranhil for making fun of his volume regarding the Aviopter earlier. He began to snicker. The group began to join in the chuckling.

Aranhil’s face turned redder and Voronwe smiled nervously at Aranhil. “Aearion stop! This is most inappropriate!” Aranhil snipped at Aearion. He was thoroughly embarrassed.
“Don’t worry Duke Aranhil, I’d gladly fancy you over the Prince if there were to be a competition for my heart on any day.” Voronwe touched Aranhil on the arm in a reassuring manner and smiled as he giggled. Aranhil looked in surprise and relief at Voronwe. Aearion ceased laughing in realization that his joke had now backfired. He was most annoyed now.

“Thanks my lord.” Aranhil said quietly to Voronwe. He was indeed glad that the elf stood up for him. His cousin could be very petty at times like this. Aranhil felt very comfortable with Voronwe and could sense that he was very gentle in spirit. He liked to be in the presence of someone like Voronwe.

“Ingwe we should hurry into dinner now. The other council members should definitely be there now and waiting.” Voronwe suggested. Ingwe nodded in agreement. Voronwe ushered Aranhil and the others into the grand hall.

Chapter 14: Introducing the Seelie Councilmen

Upon entering the grand hall the Mer royals, Ingwe, Voronwe, Alatariel, and Elemmire were greeted by the other members of the Seelie council. The room was very large and grand. The dinner was more like a ball. There were many Fae nobles present. Prince Aearion looked in awe at the grand gathering. He thought that this size of gathering would be fitting for the Festival of Unity that would take place in a day or so. However he was not made aware that such a large gathering would take place on the night of arrival.

Merilwen turned to Alatariel and whispered, “I’ll have to ask you to excuse our surprised reactions. This is somewhat shocking for us because it is contrary to our customs.”

“Oh, How so Princess?” Alatariel responded inquisitively.

“Generally Merpeople when hosting guests hold a quiet dinner with a small few and the guest on the guests first day of arrival. The next day usually has a bigger celebration if one is required. So this grand party on our first night is just slightly overwhelming. Sorry…” Merilwen explained calmly.

“Ah… I see what you mean. Our apologies, we should have looked into that a bit more cautiously. I hope you aren’t too put off by this grand fiasco?” Alatariel apologized.

“Oh… it’s quite alright! You all went through such the trouble for us and we appreciate this! It is simply cultural exchange and that is always most wonderful.” Merilwen reassured Alatariel.

Ingwe Laralonde turned to the group and announced the Three Mer Royals. They all bowed and lifted there glasses of Champaign in a toast to their Royal guests. He then turned to the Mer Royals and asked, “Would you, my dear guests, follow me a bit? Fore I much desire for you to meet with a few councilmen of importance.”

“But of course, Lord Ingwe.” Prince Aearion responded with a smile. He looked over to his companions and beckoned, “Aranhil, Merilwen, come. There are people of importance to meet.” Then he proceeded to float as if swimming above the ground behind Ingwe.



The group approached an elf of exceeding grace and elegance. He wore shining lightweight silver armor over his lean body. He looked very youthful and kind. Ingwe patted him on the shoulder to gain his attention and then turned to Aearion, Aranhil, and Merilwen and spoke with a great smile of excitement. “Friends, this is Councilman Rúmil Nénharma!” (OOC: Elvish name meaning- fair Warrior)

Rumil smiled and greeted the Mer Royals, “How do you do? It is indeed a pleasure to meet the son of the Great Sea King Vehiron, Prince Aearion, Aranhil Rinion Duke of Ilaria the Western Sea, and Merilwen Vanamarilla, the Pearl Princess of Airemana, the Eastern Sea. Welcome!” He was cheery and genuinely very much anticipating the treaty signing.

“I see you are every well informed Lord Rumil. It is a pleasure to meet you as well.” Aearion replied with a bow of respect.

“May the heavens grant us divine favor in our upcoming negotiations.” Rumil responded with a polite smile.

“Indeed.” Aearion responded. The Merpeople had slightly different systems of belief than those who lived on the land. The Fae were heeding to gods and goddesses while the Merpeople were heeding to the spirits of the oceans and water. It was the spirit of the Sea the lives in the Merpeople and allows them the blessing of the sea. Tidus was an average ocean dweller’s sovereign deity, and it was from him that all of the royal family descended.



Ingwe next pulled over another elf of great distinction. He was pale and had long curly blonde locks of hair. He held a golden cane that was purely decorative rather than a necessity. He wore a grand creamy gold colored coat that was adorned with many tassels and frills. He was quite stuffy in demeanor. “Ah, it is the distinguished guests. I am Maeglin Felagund, it’s an honor to make your acquaintance.” Maeglin spoke with a very distinguished demeanor. (OOC: Elvish name meaning- Vain Noble) The Mer Royals bowed in respect and made a little small talk. Maeglin was very polite but not vey interpersonal. He seemed to adhere to formality first and foremost above all else. This was much in contrast to Rumil, who was more so friendly.


Ingwe introduced the group to the next councilman. Lólindir Fëfalas (OOC: Elvish name meaning- Dark Monk) was one of the older Fae of the Seelie. He was deathly pale and of long raven black hair. His dark eyebrows were of a specific and sharp shaping. His face and nose was long and his stare quite intense. He wore a dark purple robe with black double tier shoulder armor, with edges lined with bronze elvish trimmings. His body was quite defined with muscles hugged by his robe. After Ingwe’s introduction the elf spoke.

“Lolindir Fefalas, a pleasure to lay eyes on the reclusive royals of the Mer-kingdoms. You must all be exhausted with all of this pomp and measure. I myself would rather attend to business rather than all of these meaningless pleasantries. However, Ingwe is quite fond of a circus.” Lolindir commented snidely.

Aranhil picked up a very strong magical presence from Lolindir. This Elf was well versed in the magic of a darker variety. “Sometimes it’s good to celebrate our future successes, Lord Lolindir.” Aranhil responded.

Lolindir grinned. He then looked at Voronwe who stood at Aranhil’s side. “I see celebration is indeed in order, seeing as ‘Aran the Bewitcher’ has shifted Lord Voronwe’s mind from his loss of wife and child. This is indeed some enchantment ability you possess Duke of Ilaria!” Lolindir mocked smugly.

Aranhil blushed in embarrassment. He hoped he hoped his power had not manifested unwillingly again. Voronwe calmly placed his hand on Aranhil’s shoulder and said, “No worries my young Duke. This councilman always entertains many a mean spirit in his humor. Much of it should best be ignored for to pay it too much mind with ruin your chances at peace.” Aranhil felt relieved at Voronwe’s reassurance and the group wrapped up their conversation with Lolindir.



The group was then whisked away by Ingwe so they could meet the next councilman. He was tall and very muscular. He also had a long face of an almost bronze complexion and sharply pointy elvish ears. His eyes were almost seemingly pupil-less and of a golden color. He had course shoulder length blonde hair. He was half elf and half Uruk-hai/ Orc. He wore golden bronze armor the molded to his muscular figure perfectly. He carried a very sharp look that would scare the timid of heart.

He introduced himself, “I am Mablung Tasartir. (OOC: Elvish name meaning- Bronze Orc) I am looking forward to setting the wheels of change in motion for Arcadia in our negotiations. I do hope you are willing to cooperate with this change, young Prince Aearion.” Mablung’s voice was deep and hard hitting.

“I hope to renew our treaty with the Seelie council. This was my father’s primary concern.” Aearion replied. He was confused by Mablung’s true meaning of the “Setting the wheels of change.” Comment.

Mablung simply gave a swift smirk with a huff. He then turned and walked away without any further words. The group looked on in confusion. Elimmire the Dryad rubbed her arms. “My my… that Fae gives my petals the chills. One touch from him would send dear me to a frost!” She commented. Merilwen rubbed her arm in a playful attempt to warm Elemmire up.


The next councilman to address the group was an aged elf. He was the oldest of the Seelie Council. He wore heavy black armor with silver lining. His skin was tanned and slightly wrinkled. His hair was silky and white. He wore a grand red cape with a fluffy white fur the fit across the shoulders. He carried a large sword and shield, He was no doubt a proud warrior. “Ah… I have not laid eyes on you since you were a child at Vehiron’s side! Hello Prince Aearion and fellow Ocean Royals! These old bones are Amroth Telrúnya! It’s indeed an honor to meet you.” Amroth greeted the group pleasantly. (OOC: Elvish name meaning- Tradition Keeper)

“So you are personally acquainted with my father?” Aearion asked with a smile.

“Yes indeed! We were quite a team in the war against humanity many years ago when it was at it’s beginnings. You were but a young merboy flailing in the brine. My have you indeed grown strong! I would love to challenge you to a duel someday soon, to see if you are as tough as your father.” Amroth chuckled gladly.

“I would gladly and respectfully give you a run for your money my dear elf lord.” Aearion chuckled. He liked Amroth because he reminded him of his father.

“Good to know you’re confident! And just to make it fair, I’ll even let the Duke and Pearl Princess lend you a hand. You’ll need them. I can tell you all work best as a team. Never doubt this old warriors’ eyes, as keen as the day I was born I tell you.” Amroth replied gleefully.

Another younger elf approached the group. He had long dark hair and wore silver chest armor and a red cloak. He wore a thin elvish crown across his forehead. His face was handsome. He was on a wise and relaxed disposition. “I see Amroth is on a roll again. He can’t put that sword and shield away for at least one party… Good evening, I’m Círdan Singollo. I hope you all aren’t too tired after travelling all this way.” Cirdan spoke kindly. He was smiling at the group. (OOC: Elvish name meaning- Raven Night)

“Does one leave his arm at home Cirdan? I don’t think so. So I shall bring my sword and shield. Warriors habit.” Amroth huffed in reply.

Cirdan refocused his attention to the Mer Royals, “I heard that we should be expecting Ahnaliese Catherine Nicolette, Countess of Deva. She should be here by this hour I suppose.” Cirdan pondered aloud.

“My father had not made me aware that the Dragon people would have a representative present. This will be most interesting. I did not often see them in the past. I suppose he is truly testing my diplomatic abilities. Well I look forward to meeting this Countess of Deva.” Aearion spoke confidently.

“It is to my understanding that the Merpeople and the Dragon race have a history of being on good terms with one another. Both groups tend to stay out of the lime light it seems. So in my many years, I’ve never really been able to confirm the existence of an actual alliance between the two.” Cirdan inquired kindly. He generally was interested in race relations between all Arcadian races.

“Yes. My father used to play Poker with one of the Dragon nobles regularly when I was young. He still will venture off to the shore to have a game or two nowadays.” Aearion replied.

“I suppose I should go out and check for Countess of Deva. If you’ll excuse me.” Cirdan addressed the three Mer Royals and headed out of the Grand hall.

The night sky was illuminated with stars. Cirdan looked around the courtyard for the Countess. He checked the entry passage to Spire Rock and down below was the Countess and her travel party. He activated the elevation passage using the magic chant and the three were finally atop Rock.

“Greetings Ahnaliese Catherine Nicolette, Countess of Deva. It is truly an honor to have you here at Spire Rock. I am Cirdan Singollo, a high councilman of the Seelie. Please follow me to the Grand Hall.” Cirdan spoke pleasantly as he motioned for her to follow him.

Chapter 15: The Dragon Countess and the Unicorn Keeper

"Thank you, councilman. And again, my apologies for my tardiness, some Skinner tried to mug us. I'm sorry, but I can't differentiate verbal directions very well since I'm since blind, though I usually navigate quite well." Ahnaliese replied to Councilman Cirdan.

He had proceeded to lead her not realizing that she was without sight. Once she made him aware, Cirdan felt bad that he had not realized and hurried off the way he did. “Oh, my apologies Countess! I should have attended to you better.” Cirdan began to physically guide the Countess by the hand to the Grand Hall.

"Actually skinning is what I came here about, apparently there have been many lower-class citizens of my land disappearing while the dragon skin and Roc bird trade has gone up." Ahnaliese began as the group entered the Grand Hall’s large double doors.

“Hmm… Skinners… This is indeed a criminal group whose activities have not reached my or the council’s ears in quite some time. And to think the Countess encountered skinners in Anaon as well! I am most grateful that you are well! I apologize for our land’s dangers. I will personally fight to see that the Seelie council addresses this issue with the utmost urgency Countess. You indeed have my word.” Cirdan spoke in a tone of great concern.

They soon reached the three Mer Royals who were still being introduced to more nobles by Ingwe. They definitely stood out among the crowd as they were very tall and they floated slightly above the ground as they were positioned upright, their beautiful tails curled and flailing in the air making a slight noise of blown wind as their fins batted the air. Cirdan was able to gain the attention of Merilwen who tapped Aearion and Aranhil. “Excuse me your majesties, however I have a very distinguished guest to introduce to you and the council. The Dragon Countess of which I spoke of before has arrived.” Cirdan gently held Ahnaliese’s hand as he addressed the group.

"Hello your majesties, I am Countess Ahnaliese Catherine Nicolette of Deva" Ahnaliese addressed the group.

Aearion, Aranhil, and Merilwen turned toward the Countess and her companions. They could pick up on her special aura. It was different than the aura that one felt from an Elf, Magician, or Dryad. The aura of a Dragon was only slightly similar to a Merperson’s aura however they emanated more of a warmer aura than Merpeople did, you emanated a colder aura. Aearion was the first of the group to speak, being the Prince and highest in ranking among the three.

“Hello Countess Ahnaliese! I am Prince Aearion Turin, son of King Vehiron of the central Morenion Kingdom. It is a pleasure to meet you. I have very rarely had the opportunity to meet a Dragoness! This is indeed an occasion to remember.” Aearion was excited. He wanted to continue his people’s past of good relations with the Dragon race.

“Greetings Countess Ahnaliese and companions. I am Aranhil Rinion , Duke of Ilaria the Western Sea. I hope that we have good negotiations in tomorrow’s council meeting.” Aranhil spoke calmly. He had seen a few dragon people in his day. However, they do not often appear near the ocean shore.

“Salutations Countess Ahnaliese. I am Merilwen Vanamarilla, Pearl Princess of Airemana the Eastern Sea. I hope to learn more about the land from your perspective as a Dragoness. This is indeed a strange and wonderful place. I can only imagine what it’s like for a dragon.” Merilwen greeted the Countess with a great pleasant smile and a bow.The other council members gathered to greet the countess as well.

A few moments later, the doors to the grand hall opened and in walked a large, beautiful white unicorn accompanied by an elegant and princely young man. One of the servants announced the arrival of Faramire Elessar, Prince of the Unicorn Keepers. The Unicorn Keeper was of a refined nature and many of the Fae present were surprised to see the reclusive Prince of the Unicorn Keepers present at the Seelie ball.

The Unicorns are a special form of magical being. They are powerful and intelligent. They dwell in the northern reaches of the Wylds called the Pale Crystal Wood. Pale Crystal Wood is almost always shrouded in moonlight. They are protected by a magical race of beings known only as Unicorn Keepers. They are inseparable from their Unicorns. The Keeper and Unicorn share a special magical bond that unlocks strong power. They are of the more sophisticated beings of the wylds and much of Arcadia has only heard not seen a Unicorn or it’s keeper with their own eyes. Unicorn Keepers have been known to place curses and cast spells on those who threaten the Unicorns and will fight to the death to defend them. Many of the wylds residents know not to trespass in the Pale Crystal Wood for fear of being eternally cursed by a Unicorn Keeper. The Unicorn Keepers themselves are a distant form of Fae, but more so a forest Nymph.

Voices and whispers echoed throughout the Ballroom. “What’s a Unicorn doing in here?! It’s a creature of the Wylds…” one she-elf gasped. Another voice whispered, “First Merpeople, then Dragons, now Unicorns and their guardian nymphs. This is truly an eventful evening!”. “I see the Seelie are expanding their range of communications. This could bring good things.” Another nobleman spoke. The murmurs continued and the Unicorn Keeper walked forward paying the banter no mind, he was focused.

Being from the Wylds of Arcadia his customs were different and so was his manner of speech. His dialect was somewhat strange to the Arcadian ear yet completely understandable and regal. He bowed on one knee and so did the unicorn to the councilmen, the countess, and the Mer royals. He rose from his knee and spoke. “O blessed Moonlight, thank you for this occasion, under your grace, to meet with the voices of Arcadia.” Faramire spoke to the heavens before he addressed the group.
“Blessed eve, I am Prince Faramire Elessar of the Unicorn Keepers. It is indeed an honor and a Privilege to be present here tonight. I hope that Eldeen the Unicorn’s presence does not put you off. I am aware that it is uncommon for a being of a unicorn’s nature to be present in a Ballroom setting, however he is no mere creature of the Wylds. He is just as much a diplomat as I. So once again, I implore your understanding.” Faramire spoke calmly in a voice that seemed to float on the airwaves.

"You said he was a diplomat, can he... Can he speak, your majesty?" Ahna approached Prince Elessar.

Suddenly the Eldeen the Unicorn’s horn began to glow of a bright golden light. A voice began to echo calmly in Ahnaliese’s subconscious. The voice was deep and soothing to the ear. It was Eldeen communicating with the Countess telepathically. “There are many ways to ‘speak’ honorable Countess. However, how a Unicorn speaks must indeed be a curious matter to many I suppose. I therefore do understand why you ask. A Unicorn’s voice is heard in the heart. This is how we communicate, if not through the Keepers that guard us.” Eldeen answered Ahnaliese’s question.

Lolindir Fefalas stepped forward toward the Unicorn Keeper and inquired, “I was not made aware that the Prince Elessar, the fabled Unicorn Eldeen, and the Countess of Deva would be present this evening.”

Ingwe quickly butted in, “I invited them. They had concerns to bring to the council regarding various matters of importance and I thought, ‘why not just have them for the Festival of Unity? Invite them to attend the council meeting as well.’ I didn’t think to trouble you or most of the other councilmen with knowledge of my spur of the moment decision. I didn’t think it would be problematic.” Ingwe was glad to see that the countess and the prince of the Unicorn keepers could attend.

Lolindir then asked, “Well then, would you mind sharing with us something of these matters of concern?” He was most curious as to what brought them to speak with the Fea council.

Faramire looked to Eldeen a then stoked his mane before he began to speak. “We, under the great moon of the Pale Crystal Wood, have noticed a more frequent trespassing of our wood in the Wylds by Orcs and Feral elves. They carry weapons as if prepared for war. Crossing through the Pale Crystal Wood allows one to reach the Wizard Tower and Spire Rock with greater ease. A unicorn was captured and we were not able to recover her. These Orcs and Feral elves were definitely on an assignment. They were focused unlike the usual occasional trespasser. I felt the Seelie should know and be ready to intercept in case of a threat. We Unicorn Keepers are not prepared for an all-out war. We of the wood would like to request that the Seelie look into this matter.”

Lolindir focused his eyes in on the prince and responded, “This is indeed a curious matter…” Then he looked over to Mablung who seemed upset at the Prince of the Unicorn Keepers’ presence. However Mablung tended to carry an angry disposition most of the time so it was difficult for anyone to clearly pinpoint his true source of irritation. Lolindir then smiled at Mablung, who didn’t return the gesture, and then turned to Countess Ahnaliese. “So Countess what concern do you wish to address at tomorrow’s meeting?” Lolindir asked with a rising intonation that captured his curiosity.


"How dare you decide the line between civilized and feral!" The giant green man shouted. The other guests in the room were slightly startled by the sudden outburst. However once they realized that all was okay they resumed their previous conversations.

The countess then addressed the half-orc. "A'ka'no, I know this must be hard for you but please careful to not say anything you'll regret."

The Half-orc rebutted, "More like you'll regret." he stomped off.

Faramire remained calm in disposition. He had seen many an orc in the Wyld where the Pale Crystal Wood was located. He did not mean to insult the half-orc or anyone else, but the issue at hand needed to be explained as it was. Eldeen, the unicorn, nudged Faramire reassuringly on the shoulder.

The countess continued, "I'd like to address the issue of skinners who kill intelligent beings for their parts", she sounded mostly calm but emotion could be heard in her voice.

Lolindir frowned. “Skinners? What a disgusting bunch of low lives. Yes this is a problem. I won’t have them running about Arcadia skinning people and selling their disgusting wares if I have any say in it. If someone tries to sell a skin to me I’d have them jailed on the spot for merely repulsing me.” Lolindir responded as if vexed by the mere thought of skinners.

Cirdan stepped forward, “Well Lolindir since you have such momentum, why don’t you aide the Countess in spearheading the plea for a crack-down on the skinner issue?” He grinned knowing Lolindir wanted nothing to do with the issue but he would be perfect for enforcing the campaign against skinners.

“Me? This sort of campaign seems more so up your, Voronwe, or Ingwe’s cobblestone pathway not mine. Why would you think me perfect for such a task?” Lolindir sneered.

“Well you’re most efficient and I’m sure this matter will be best taken care of for the Countess and her people if you handled it with your own capable hands.” Cirdan reassured Lolindir with a smile only a politician could give.

“Well, you bring up a good point… Tomorrow, if the council decides that this issue is to be addressed under our watch then I shall volunteer to spearhead it.” Lolindir said to Cirdan with a snide smile. He was usually selfishly motivated and almost always gained something personally from his council work. However this was one of those rare occasions where the pale raven haired elf magician was doing something for reasons outside of himself. He turned to the Countess, “You can count on me to see that this problem be nullified given the council wills it so.” He gave Countess Ahnaliese a bow with a hand over his well-defined chest.

Aearion Turin was enlightened hearing about some of the land dwellers issues. He was reminded of what his father would tell him about the land above the water’s surface and how much turmoil it was in. It was for this reason the Merpeople divorced the land and left it to its own fate by diminishing into to sea. The Treaty to be signed annually was for the sake of allowing the Merpeople to be a neutral party in Arcadia’s struggles.

“Well Prince Aearion, Princess Merilwen, Duke Aranhil, you three appear to be very tired. Ingwe why don’t you allow them to call it a night and rest for the meeting tomorrow?” Voronwe suggested.

“Oh you are right! My apologies my guests! It’s so easy for me to get caught up in a social gathering. Countess Ahnaliese you must be weary of travel too. I will have someone escort you to your quarters if you will it. Prince Faramire you and Eldeen as well.” Ingwe spoke loudly with a grand smile. He was so happy to have everyone gathered together.

Chapter 16: Bond of Two Hearts

Ingwe summoned a human servant to escort the countess and her companions to her quarters when she was ready to turn in for the night. He summoned another human servant to escort Faramire and Eldeen to their quarters as well. The Unicorn Keeper and Unicorn bowed and then took their leave.

“I’ll show you to your Quarters Duke Aranhil. Follow me if you will.” Voronwe offered the Merman.

“Why thank you councilman. I appreciate that.” Aranhil replied with a smile.

Alatariel summoned two servants to escort Merilwen and Aearion to their rooms as well. They bid goodnight to each other and departed for the night.

Voronwe spoke with Aranhil while they headed to his quarters. “I really enjoy your company Duke Aranhil. I can tell you are blessed with much wisdom. Wisdom is something I cherish in a friend and companion.” Voronwe said with a sheepish smile, his head tilted downward toward the floor.

“Thank you Councilman you are most kind. I honestly feel the same about you as well.” Aranhil smiled.

The two reached Aranhil’s quarters and opened the door. The room was simple but upscale. It had many expensive items. Aranhil was in awe of the space. However it donned on him that this was indeed a room befitting a land dweller. It wasn’t too far off from one a merperson would have but there was one vital thing missing, that thing was water. A merperson’s bed didn’t have to be very soft because the reduced gravity of being in water kept him or her from being too heavy. However gravity on land was in full effect and a bed there would not be the same for the dead weight of a merman.

Voronwe noticed Aranhil’s fading smile and asked, “What’s wrong Aranhil? Are you alright?” Voronwe’s face showed much concern.

“I just realized… once I cease levitating, my dead weight will make it hard to get comfortable here… would you mind sticking around to help me get adjusted? I’m sorry for such informality.” Aranhil looked embarrassed.

Voronwe laughed quietly and rubbed Aranhil’s arm. “Oh of course I don’t mind. And don’t you worry about formality with me. You just call me Voronwe not councilman, alright.”

“Thank you Voronwe. Okay I shall try this bed…” Aranhil levitated to the bed and proceeded to sit down on the bedside. He released himself from levitating and his body quickly dropped heavily to the bed. Voronwe caught Aranhil but he was much heavier than Voronwe had anticipated. The two sunk into the fluffy bed.

“Oh no, I didn’t break anything did I?!” Aranhil looked around swiftly.

“No, no, you’re okay now.” Voronwe began laughing. “Look at us… this is most amusing.” Voronwe continued to chuckle while Aranhil blushed all over.

Aranhil pulled himself, struggling to get comfortable. The bed was very soft, too soft for Aranhil’s weight. His tail was somewhat heavy, had he human legs this situation wouldn’t be problematic. However Aranhil needed to consume a special plant to obtain human legs.

“Here let me help you.” Voronwe said as he braced Arahnil’s back with arm and tucked his other arm under Aranhil’s tail. He was able to lift Aranhil a bit and position him comfortably on the big fluffy bed. “You are heavy my friend. Is this better?” Voronwe asked sounding a little winded.

“Yes this is as good as it gets I think. Thanks” Aranhil out of being purely flustered took deep breaths as well.

“Well, I shall leave you to rest up for tomorrow’s big council meeting,” Voronwe began to speak as Aranhil interrupted him.

“Please don’t go! I mean…… I would much like it if you could stay here with me. I have faced many a danger in the past but I’ve always had the sea to comfort me. But here I am without the sea. Here, I am comfortless, a fish out of water so to speak. You are the one thing here in this room that brings me some form of comfort. Please I may sound like a terrified child but I beg you to stay here with me.” Aranhil’s bewitchingly blue eyes gleamed as he pleaded.

Voronwe stared in surprise for a moment not knowing what to do, he then felt a warm feeling on his shoulder. His wife’s spirit placed her hand there. He could hear the words, ‘stay…’ whispered in his ear in a voice most familiar. It was indeed her spirit, she always watched over Voronwe. “Sure, Aran. I will stay. Where shall I sit, is the couch there okay?”

“No here with me.” Aranhil patted the bedside next to him.

Voronwe quietly walked over, and removed his over robe leaving only his pants on that he wore beneath. “I don’t have another shirt on outside of my over robe, I hope that isn’t a problem.” Voronwe asked sheepishly.

“You’re okay. You’re better than I. I am in fact practically naked. However, unless we have human legs, it seems most land dwellers don’t really consider us merpeople that way, thankfully.” Aranhil replied with a chuckled. He laid his head down and was ready to sleep. Voronwe pulled up the covers one over Aranhil and one over himself and the two drifted off to sleep.

Chapter 18: Omen of the Red Moon
Faramire Elessar, the unicorn keeper, and Eldeen were guided to their quarters for the night. The human servant was a quiet girl of 17. She looked at Faramire in wonder. She could sense that he was different from the elves she was so used to serving. He carried an air of peace and calm about him. “This is the room for Prince Elessar and Prince Eldeen.” The girl spoke nervously. “This room is a bit larger than the normal size room your highness. It has a bed and the most comfortable floor mattress for the Unicorn Prince Eldeen. I- I hope everything is to your liking.” The girl hung her head low as she was afraid to give either the Eldeen and Faramire eye contact.

“Thank you very much. I am sure that all of your accommodations are fine and in order.” Faramire replied calmly.

The girl bowed a little and began to turn around. She then stopped short and asked the prince. “Um-excuse me your highness, but I… um, I… have a question.”

Faramire looked at the girl passively, “Yes, child of the Earth, what is it?” Faramire spoke calmly.

The girl jumped a bit in fear. She had forgotten the sudden spike of boldness that she momentarily gained in initially stating that she had a question. “Oh, well… is your highness an elf like those here in the seelie? You don’t seem like one of them but your ears are still elf-like. I beg you to forgive me! It was a foolish thing to ask!” The girl was shuddering in fear that she had made a big mistake.

“Fear not, oh child of the Earth. You have spoken no wrong to me.” Faramire had replied to her with a smile. “I am not an elf like those of the Seelie. I am a form of Fae of the forests. You might say a forest nymph.” Faramire’s form of speech was most interesting to the slave girl. She wondered why he called her a child of the Earth.

“Oh. I see. Thank you for answering a question from the likes of me.” The girl replied humbly. She felt more comfortable speaking with him now.

Faramire’s face became concerned. He knew of that most all of Arcadia enslaved human beings but he and those of the Pale Crystal Wood held no particular discrimination against humans. So the girl’s response as if being beneath him troubled Faramire. “Oh young child of the Earth, thank you for having me in your land as a guest. You have treated me kindly. There are many and elf lord here that could learn from you young one.” Faramire said with a bow. The girl was surprised and she blushed vividly. “Would you mind showing me out side to the courtyard? I am not quite ready to retire for the night.” Faramire asked with a smile. Eldeen remained silent.

“Oh sure, I’d love too!” The slave girl said in an excited manner. She lead the group out into the courtyard where the moon shined brightly down from the sky. “It’s a beautiful night out. Would your highness be needing anything else?” She inquired.

“No that will be all, thank you very much. I know how to get back to the quarters provided for Eldeen and I so you need not be of worry. Goodnight young Child of the Earth.” Faramire bid farewell. The girl bowed and departed. Faramire knelt down on his knees and looked up to the blue moon and began to speak, Eldeen followed suite. “Oh great moon, from which my people come, we give thanks to you for your travelling blessing.” Faramire and Eldeen began to glow brightly.

The moon began to turn almost red in color. Faramire began to worry. “Oh great moon, why doth thou cry?! Red is your shine a scream of sorry consumes you, why?” Faramire pleaded to the night sky. Eldeen began to neigh.

A willowy voice wisped through the air as it was carried by the night’s breeze. “I court the Earth, and it is on this eve that innocent blood was shed on my beloved Earth. Earth weeps and so do I.” The moon spoke to the Unicorn Prince and Faramire.

“Faramire, the Earth mourns the loss of innocents. It has seen much trouble. Something is a foot. We must remain vigilant and do what we can to see that Arcadia see’s peace so our moon again knows peace.” Eldeen said to Faramire calmly.

“The great moon has seen a human man of partial sight. He has slain the slayer of the innocents. He fights for a freedom stained in the blood of humanities oppressors. I Faramire Elessar much desire to speak with this man of partial sight. For it is this man the moon watches with fixed eyes.” Faramire spoke with resolve to meet the man of partial sight, Luthor Huss.

The two turned in for the evening and a new day began. The council meeting was afoot. It was the day before the Festival of Unity. The Seelie council gathered together in the grand council room. It was a beautiful elvan styled room of trees and branches. The councilmen sat together in at a long elevated table. The guests who presented issues to the council sat facing them on a lower level of flooring. It was this set up that made the councilmen seem a tad intimidating.

The mer royals presented their treaty to the Seelie council as a representative did annually. The Councilmen looked it over. When it was time for each councilman to give his vote they stated their vote aloud one by one. Ingwe approved of the treaty first. Councilman Rumil Nenharma seconded the approval with a grand smile. Voronwe, Cirdan, Amroth and Meaglin also approved of the treaty. However, there were two among the group that would not see the treaty passed without a few amendments.

Ingwe spoke, “Mablung Tasartir, what is your decision?” Ingwe smiled as he asked. Things seemed to be going about swimmingly.

The bronze half orc half elf turned toward Prince Aearion Turin and spoke with a sharp look “I disapprove of this treaty as is.” His face was stern and un-flinching.

Ingwe’s smile faded fast. Aearion’s eyes widened and Merilwen placed her hands over her chest in shock. Aranhil glared sharply at the councilman of bronze armor. The other councilmen looked at Mablung in confusion. “What is the meaning of this? Why disagree?”Voronwe shouted.

Ingwe slammed his mallet hesitantly, “Voronwe, I must ask you to remain in order. Now, Councilman Mablung Tasartir wants to amend the treaty before it is passed. Before we ask what Councilman Lólindir Fëfalas’ decision is, is there any among you councilmen that wishes to second an amendment?” Ingwe asked with a grave look. He was not happy that someone was opposed to the peace treaty that the mer people and the Seelie had upheld for so long.

“Actually I second the request for an amendment.” Lolindir said with a nonchalant expression.

Ingwe sighed, “Since we have a second to the motion for an amendment it shall be heard. Councilman Mablung, what is the proposed amendment?”

“I would think this treaty is good for the recent past but not our future. And it is with OUR future in mind that I desire an amendment. This treaty looks out only for the interest of the mer kingdom. It allows them to not be held accountable for the affairs of the land when in times of trouble. The Seelie is in danger my lord. Arcadia is in danger. The mortals are killing elves in the streets. Times are growing darker and the wizards of wizard tower are still a problem not yet dealt with. We of the Seelie can’t tackle these issues without help, for are list of allies grows thin. I would like to request the future aid of the mer militia in times of crisis.” Mablung spoke in a serious tone.

“What? This is insane!” Prince Aearion was livid.

“We must come to a vote and if more are in favor of the change we will amend the treaty.” Ingwe said in a tone of disapproval.

The councilmen voted and only Meaglin, Mablung, and Lolindir, were in favor of an amendment. The other councilmen declined the amendment and the treaty was placed back on the table as is. Ingwe spoke, “Why don’t we continue the meeting after the festival of unity tomorrow. All will be better thought through after a bit of celebration. As council head I call this meeting adjourned.” Ingwe slamed the mallet down and the council members left for the day.

“Worry not Aearion. All will be fine.” Merilwen gave the prince a hug. He was silently furious that there were councilmembers that would disturb the peace of the mer kingdom.

Faramire and Eldeen looked on quietly. They didn’t like the scene that unfolded in the council room. “The earth shall soon see much discord. I feel it trembling even now.” Faramire said quietly to himself and Eldeen.

Chapter 22: The Festival of Unity

The dawning of the Festival of Unity was upon the citizens of Arcadia. Many of the servants of Spire Rock rushed about preparing for the festival. Many balloons and decorations were applied everywhere. The already abundantly beautiful land was adorned with even more ceremonious pomp and measure. There were rounds of musicians that played all the day long. About the land, vendors set up booths and shops. Everyone was in a festive mood, lest you were a slave.

Ingwe walked about the Seelie looking over the day’s preparations. He was pleased with the outcome of the work everyone was doing. He smiled as the sun shined down on the land. Lólindir Fëfalas gracefully approached Ingwe. “Morning Ingwe. I see we are still vigilantly wake and clinging to this falsehood of unity today.” He smirked. Lolindir liked to tease Ingwe’s sense of bright optimism. He wasn’t the biggest fan of the Festival of Unity. Lolindir was swift to admit that the land was in fact divided and lacking equality. He didn’t necessarily want things to become exactly “equal” Perce but he did want everyone to stop “lying” to themselves about equality that wasn’t there.

“As pessimistic as usual you are Lolindir. Even today’s beautiful bright sun fails to eliminate the perpetual rain cloud over your disposition.” Ingwe rebutted with a grand chuckle. He was an expert at dealing with each councilmember and their unique personalities. They were somewhat like his children, even though he indeed had his own daughter, Alatariel Léralondë.

Alatariel Léralondë

Alatariel sat in the seelie’s private garden courtyard. She sat amongst the flowers staring into a fountain of clear, sparkling holy water. She looked worried as the breeze wisped through the columns and into the garden. She was reading the wind. The Elvan priestess carried a look of great worry. The wind carried a sense of foreboding as if afraid of something. She caught hold of a petal that was being carried by the wind and placed it into the holy water. “Winds of change… what is it that you bring? Tell me why my spirit senses such uneasiness.” She whispered.

The wind began to pick up and the water of the fountain grew still. It showed an image of a elf surrounded by light. His face was not able to be seen for the illumination was far too great. He began to fade and with him the light. 7 figures stood together but soon began to separate from one another. The water then began to boil and displayed an image of beasts. They carried a frail child who was covered by a transparency of a spirit, strong and ominous. The fountain created a flash of light and returned to normal. Alatariel had just received a prophecy as she was indeed a priestess. She quickly rushed in search of her father.

The Mer Royals

Merilwen led Aearion and Aranhil about having them try the different foods of the land. She was very excited to see the different foods, some of which she’s tasted before and some she simply desired to try for the first time. “Oh you must try this dish!! It’s one of the most wonderful things you’d ever eat!” Merilwen exclaimed, her cheeks rosy and expression full of glee.

“You’ve said the same thing about the last five dishes Merilwen! I’ll be too fat to float if you keep feeding me things!” Aearion fussed. He was just as curious as Merilwen but was too proud to show it.

“No one forced you to eat anything Prince… Merilwen simply suggested that you try those things and you quickly devoured them. You actually seemed pretty eager to eat them if you ask me.” Aranhil chuckled. He loved to call Aearion out.

“But no one asked you! So hush cousin Aran!!” Aearion now felt embarrassed. He could never fool Aranhil. Merilwen laughed aloud.

Merilwen spotted Elemmire the dryad who sauntered about looking over the flower arrangements for the festival. “Lady Elemmire! Good day to you!” Merilwen greeted her and swam about in the air toward the dryad.

“Ah~ good morning dear Pearl Princess! You look lovely and happy today! Enjoying things so far?” Elemmire asked as she smiled elegantly.

“Indeed we are! I have a bit of a favor to ask of you if that is alright.” Merilwen said sheepishly.

“Oh~ well now my dear let us not have autumn leaves!! Don’t be afraid ask me anything!” Elemmire giggled.

“Thank you! There is an important matter that I must see to in the forest of Anaon. Are you familiar with the existence of a seaside cottage on the edge of the Anaon forest? I am in need of a guide there. Could you take us there tomorrow?” Merilwen requested shyly.

“Oh… I do believe I have seen that cottage! It was quite the subject of interest for a while many years ago for us forest dwellers. There was a human that would go to and fro fron there on occasion. He looked to be quite handsome even when he aged. He treated the forests very respectfully to my surprise so none of the forest creatures gave him any trouble. But I haven’t seen him in a few years now. Why do you know about this place dear princess?” Elemmire was most intrigued about this inquiry.

“I knew that man very well. He is actually very dear to me and I must see to him. Will you show us the way?” Merilwen seemed a bit reflective as she spoke.

“But of course I shall show you the way! By the way I couldn’t pass up an opportunity to be nosey!” Elemmire laughed a loud. She had a somewhat seductive voice about her.

“Oh thank you very much!!” Merilwen was overjoyed. This was the first step toward saving the love of her life.

Faramire and Eldeen

The unicorn keeper walked about the festival area. Those who were not setting things up were not yet allowed into the ceremony area yet. Many of the human workers and lower ranking servant creatures stared in awe at the prince of the unicorn keepers. They were finally seeing a fable come true. Faramire smilled at the sight of little slave children playing as their parents set things up. The little ones were seemingly carefree much to his surprise. Faramire and Eldeen had received word from the moon that beasts of the Wild neared the Spire Rock. Eldeen could always sense the presence of werewolves as they had a very specific form of energy about them. Werewolves were also creatures associated with the moon. Faramire couldn’t determine whether the group of wolves were harboring any malicious intent but his focus was on finding Luthor Huss.

“I know he shalt be here, as sure as the sun chases The Great Moon. I much desire to speak with him. He is dear to the Earth’s heart. It concerns the Moon’s beloved Earth and thus concern’s us.” Faramire spoke to Eldeen while looking directly ahead.

“Indeed, Faramire, I hope he will be willing to speak with us. I desire to meet this man the moon watches with fixed eyes as well.” Eldeen spoke to Faramire. His words echoed quietly in Faramire’s heart.

Chapter 24: Unheeded Premonition

"I do believe. That a seat has remained here for me for a good many years." The Bzou said in a strange and disturbing voice.

Councilman Rúmil Nénharma approached the band of wolves. He was officially overseeing the welcoming committee for the festival. “Welcome distinguished guests! You must be the Great Bzou, are you not? Your appearance has indeed changed over the years. I am Councilman Rúmil Nénharma. Your place has indeed remained here at the Festival of Unity. Right this way please.” He said elegantly with a bow.

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Alatariel Léralondë

Alatariel ran through the halls of Spire Rock. She searched for her father. She saw him standing on a balcony overlooking the festivities below. Councilman Lolindir was with him. “Father! There you are! I must speak with you at once. Councilman Lolindir, good morning to you. Pardon me my lord, may I have a word with my father in private?” Alatariel struggled to gather her calm.

“Indeed my lady. I shall take my leave. I do sincerely hope all is well my lady. I will see you both at the festival’s beginning.” Lolindir replied calmly. He was curious as to what startled Alatariel so.

“I as well hope all is to be well councilman.” Alatariel replied.

After Lolindir left the two began to talk. Alatariel informed her father about the vision she was given. Ingwe was slightly concerned. “I wonder who this man of light that is to disappear is? Hmm…” Ingwe asked curiously.

“Father I believe someone is in danger here today. We must do something.” Alatariel pleaded.

“Worry not my dear. I’ll have the Lanterns keep an extra close watch over today’s proceedings. Today is a day of joy and celebration. Smile and don’t let such fantasia arouse such concern. I must see that things get started now. I’ll see you in the festival.” Ingwe spoke gently. He didn’t want Alatariel to worry herself and not enjoy the festival.
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Faramire Elessar and Eldeen

Faramire and Eldeen searched the crowd of any sign of the man the Moon watched intently, Luthor Huss. The many people stared at them in awe. The many children ran up to the pair, much to their parents dismay, and begged to pet Eldeen. They were so excited because they had not seen a unicorn before. Eldeen gladly gave them the okay and the children stroked his smooth coat. Faramire smiled gently as he watched the happy children interact with the prince of unicorns.

Faramire spotted the wolves and the Bzou. There was a gargoyle staring curiously at the Bzou. Faramire and Eldeen walked up to the Gargoyle and answered the inaudible question. “She is now the Bzou, leader of the wolves. A human possessed by an ever-living spirit of the Wyldes. I see that Eldeen and I am not the only residents of the Wylde present today.” Faramire spoke to the Gargoyle while peering at the Bzou. He was certain that the Bzou sensed Eldeen and his presence there. The werewolves many years ago would trespass into the Pale Crystal Wood and were driven out by the Unicorn keepers. The Bzou and Prince Faramire came to an agreement that kept the werewolves from trespassing any further.
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Ingwe headed downstairs to the main festival grounds. The Festival was to begin soon. Members of Wizard Tower were also present. They were able to set their personal qualms with the Seelie aside in order to attend the festival. Bishop Elendil Underhill of the Wizards Tower was present at the festival. He was an elegant man of good disposition. He was ushered in by Councilman Voronwe. Other members of the Wizards Tower were present as well. All of the distinguished guests were to be gathered soon in order to begin the procession into the opening ceremony.

Chapter 27: The Ceremonies Begin

The Mer Royals

Lord Ingwe stood on the stage and announced the major guests of the festival of unity. There were fireworks, and loads of theatrics about. “I am honored to have many distinguished guests here with us today. I would as if you would ascend to the designated seats assigned to you and your party when you are announced.” Ingwe began. “Prince Aearion Tulrin, Son of King Vehiron. His royal highness hails from the ocean kingdom of Mornenion.” The announcer called out Aearion and he levitated forward. “Aranhil Rinion, Duke of Ilaria the Western Sea. Merilwen Vanamarilla Princess of Airemana, the Eastern Sea.”

Brandeau and Ellemmire watched as the Mer Royals, being summoned to the stage, began to move forward. Aearion didn’t leave without giving Brandeau a warning. “You had better not cause trouble, pirate.” Aearion hissed.

Brandeau grinned with a snicker. “Don’t you worry, Dolphin. I wouldn’t dare have all of these Lanterns comin’ after me now would I?” Bandeau motioned for the Merman prince to proceed toward the stage. The three mer royals approached the stage. The crowd cleared the way for them as they passed. The people were in awe of the mer-people as they levitated to the stage area.

Next The announcer called the name of the representative from the Wizards Tower, “Bishop Elendil Underhill of the Wizards Tower.” Elendil walked gracefully toward the stage. He emanated strong magic to those in his presence. The Byzou was announced next followed by Faramire. Ingwe thanked all of his distinguished guests for attending and supporting the unity of the land.

“I would also like to announce something special today. On this day of celebration, I would like to announce that my daughter Alatariel shall be engaged to High Councilor Lolindir. This is a joyous occasion and my daughter is happy with her husband to be. I pray you bestow upon them your blessings.” Ingwe smiled greatly. Everyone knew that marriage to a head of the High council’s child would mean being appointed the head of the high council upon the current head’s dismissal, death, or retirement from the position. The kingdom cheered. Lolindir smiled only slightly. He was generally interested in Alatariel and did have feelings for her. Ingwe was confident that Lolindir would indeed treat Alatariel well and take care of her.

Chapter 28: Becoming the Enemy

Luthor Huss

The festival went onward with many presentations of a grand scale. So many people crowded the festival grounds. The whole city was ripe with joyous music, food and drink. Luthor Huss stood amongst the crowd keeping note of everything going on. He sized up each council members, they looked a bit tougher than any of the elves he’s assassinated in the past. Luthor hoped he didn’t have to fight his way through them to get to Ingwe. While some of the final presentations were going about, Luthor noticed someone slip close to him in the mass of people. He was prepared to strike however the energy of this person was quite different than anyone in the crowd and yet familiar. With a subtle glance Luthor spotted the individual in question. It was Sarase.

Luthor looking forward toward the stage, addressed the strange woman. “What are you doing here? You didn’t have to take part in the action, I’ve got this covered.”

Sarase replied calmly in her sultry voice. “I’ve come bearing a gift from Soulue. I shall leave the task to you however I must fulfill my end of the bargin.” She quickly wrapped her slim figure around Huss’ waistline, which made him quite uncomfortable. She slipped him a magical blade underneath his cloak.

Luthor could feel the magic emanating from the weapon immediately. He had to repress the urge to rip it from his belt and toss it away. “What the hell is this for?!” He exclaimed in the most muffled manner he could achieve. Huss hated magic and wanted none of it near his person.

Sarase released Huss and replied, “Soulue requires that this task points the Seelie toward the wizards as the culprit, not the Mortalis. The Old Quarters Demon shall have to use this to complete the task at hand. You must be as a ghost this time, nothing too conspicuous. I have delivered the message. Good luck Huss.” With that, Sarasae slipped away into the crowd leaving Huss standing with gritted teeth.

Huss was quite angry at this turn of events. Not only did he have to use a blade imbued with magic, but he wouldn’t even get credit for his own kill outside of the Mortalis members that were aware of the assassination. Luthor at this point wanted to walk away from the whole thing. But he was a man of his word so he had to see this through to the end. The presentations had come to an end. The Seelie members and guests were allowed to socialize amongst the crowd of people. Now was Luthor’s chance to approach Ingwe.

Getting to Ingwe would prove difficult as he was most never alone. He was a very popular man. Luthor kept his eyes fixed on Ingwe’s every movement, trying to ignore the magical energy emanating from the blade Sarasae had given him. It seemed that Ingwe was heading for a quieter area with his daughter. Luthor kept a safe distance away but he never let Ingwe out of his sights.


Ingwe and Alatriel

Ingwe had received a security update from the lanterns that were patrolling the area. He wanted to let Alatriel know that all was well and that no suspicious activity was discovered thus far. He sent for her and soon afterward she arrived. “My dear, let us talk in a more discreet place.” He guided his daughter away from the crowds towards the gardens. “Regarding your vision earlier, I have received confirmation from the patrols that no suspicious activity has been reported. All is well Alatriel so please let your worries diminish and enjoy the festival.” Ingwe said with a gentle smile.

Alatriel was relieved to hear the news but she still couldn’t shake her worries so easily. “Alright father. I’ll be at peace.” She replied quietly, her face attempting to smile lightheartedly.

Ingwe continued, “I was quite excited to announce to the kingdom of your engagement to Councilmen Lolindir. Everyone seemed pleased as well. How are you feeling my dear? I’m sure you must be excited.”

“I am. He’s an honest man. I am afraid that everyone is waiting to ask me a million questions regarding the engagement now.” Alatriel said as she looked off into the festival area. She spotted Lolindir being surrounded by well-wishers, all inquisitive about his engagement. He looked above annoyed as he didn’t like to be pestered by a bunch of people. “I’d better go face them. Lolindir looks about ready to hurt someone. See you later.” Alatriel gave her father a hug before departing.

“I love you Alatriel.” Ingwe said calmly.

She turned around with a happy smile, “I love you too father.”

Ingwe watched as Alatriel headed over to rescue her fiancé from the bombardment of questions and people. He didn’t notice Luthor Huss creep up behind him quietly. Luthor grabbed the magic blade and pointed it at Ingwe’s back. “You call for help and I’ll make sure you suffer. Now walk quietly with me to a quieter place.” Luthor said in a dark and serious tone. Ingwe felt the blade against his back and knew what was to happen. He didn’t struggle.

The two reached an empty ballroom within the Seelie. Luthor closed the door behind them. He grabbed Inwe by the arm and spun him around to that Ingwe faced him. “Turn toward me. I want you to see me when you die Fae scum.” Luthor said to the councilman. He was growing excited at the prospect of the kill.

Ingwe looked Luthor up and down. He was oddly calm. “So Alatriel was right. There was indeed danger here. I was the one to disappear in her vision. So you intend to kill me. Well I definitely don’t intend to make it any easier for you than I already have. If you wish to end me then you’ll have to fight for your prize. A dead man desires to know your name young one.”

Luthor grinned widely. This was all becoming increasingly thrilling to him. “Luthor Huss is the name.” Huss replied. He readied the weapon given to him by Sarasae.

Ingwe raised his arms and a wind picked up in the room. Ingwe began to glow a golden color. Ingwe knew his time had come but he had a plan. “The bonds of destiny bind us Luthor Huss. Come now, take my life.” Ingwe said calmly.

“No more talking. It’s time!” Luthor replied. He quickly charged at Ingwe and slashed at the councilman. He attacks were very accurate but Ingwe was supernaturally swift in movement. Just when Huss landed a blow it proved to be parried by a magical staff that appeared to protect Ingwe. Luthor knew that he needed to end this quickly. It wouldn’t take too long for people to notice that the councilman was gone for too long. Before he could act again, Ingwe knocked Huss into the air with a strong wind blast. Huss landed hard on the ground but quickly got back up. He charged Ingwe once more but at the last moment he sidestepped and attacked Ingwe from behind.

Ingwe was stabbed in the back with the enchanted sword. The light that glowed around Ingwe transferred to the sword and into Luthor. Luthor felt a burning sensation in his body. “I am… now… a part of you, Luthor… Huss…” Ingwe said as he was dying.

Luthor could feel a strange and magical energy invading him. His muscles tingled and his veins pulsed. He felt as if his body was not simply his own anymore. Luthor was honestly terrified. He had no control over what was happening to him. Ingwe dropped to his knees as the life slipped away from him. Huss dropped the enchanted blade that Sarasae had given him in horror. “What the hell did you do to me!?! Answer me!! Damn you answer me!!” Huss screamed at the dying elf lord.

Ingwe looked up to Huss with a smile. “I am… joining you. We are now one step closer in fulfilling our destiny…” Ingwe’s breah was labored. “My daughter tried to warn me… I had a vision of my own some time ago… ahhh!!” Ingwe winced in pain and collapsed to the floor. “I didn’t understand until now. You and I are bound by a common fate. However you who were once of the shadows shall step into the light and I of the light must fade into the shadows of your soul. I am your enemy no longer… Friend…” With that Ingwe passed away.

Luthor’s body glowed and he felt a stronger heartbeat pounding inside of himself. It was as if Ingwe was there inside of him. He was, the elf lord’s body was dead but his spirit was not gone, not for a long shot. The glowing subsided and Luthor breathed out heavily trying to calm himself. Just then an Fae maiden overheard Huss’ loud protest and peered into the ballroom only to see Ingwe dead. She screamed and many lanterns came rushing into the room. Huss was now terrified. This had gone down worse than he could have ever imagined. He was surely going to be killed, by a bunch of blasted lanterns no less.

Huss could hear Ingwe’s voice. “It seems the Unicorn Keeper Prince has given you salvation. The miracle stone, it has made us invisible. Now is our chance.” Huss looked around frantically he could hear the dead elf but couldn’t see him. He spotted Ingwe glowing near the room’s door, motioning as if to usher Huss out of the room. Huss was freaked out but made a mad dash for the doorway and was miraculously unnoticed. Luthor sprinted out of the fairgrounds and ducked into the nearest alleyway he could find. He held the glowing pale crystal that Faramire had given him in his hand and its glow dimmed before snapping in half. It’s magic had faded. Luthor could now be seen once again. However he was out of the frying pan so he wasn’t too worried. Who would have thought the magic he so hated would actually serve to save him.