Lolindir Fefalas's Story

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 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 29: Darker Days begin

The festival of unity ended early and in tragedy. The festival grounds were in an uproar and chaos as the lanterns ripped through the area to find Ingwe’s assassin. Alatriel wept holding her father’s lifeless body and Lolindir knelt down beside her in an attempt to console his grieving fiancé. The mer royals were taken aback by the happening.

“It seems that things are a mess here in the surface world.” Aranhil commented as he witnessed the distress and panic thick in the atmosphere.

The people of importance such as the mer royals, the councilmen, the unicorn keeper, elindil and the byzou were escorted to safety. Merilwen noticed that Brandeau had suddenly disappeared amongst the chaotic crowd. “The pirate is missing! He’s vanished!” She said.

Elemire turned and looked beside her where Brandeau was once standing only to find the spot vacant of his presence. “He was here but a moment ago.” She said.

Aearion cringed, “I should have had him arrested when I had the chance! I’m sure he had something to do with this odious deed!” He protested.

The lanterns inspected the blade used to assassinate Ingwe and soon discovered it was a magic blade, one that only those of the wizard’s tower used. The attention immediately centered on to Elendil of the wizards’ tower. He looked about seeing the distrust on the faces of the Fae of spire rock. This was becoming a dangerous situation for him. The people were angry, and looking for someone to take the fall. Accusations began to be thrown his way and one of the elves accused Elindil of committing the murder himself. The mage frowned and narrowed his gaze upon his accuser. “I beg your pardon! You would be wise to hold your tongue before casting such hateful lies.” Elindil replied in a stern yet composed manner. “I was among people and the center of attention the whole time. I could not possibly nor would I have ever committed such treason!”

The councilman Maeglin felegund countered, “But the weapon and evidence suggests that one possessing a magic sword slew the high councilman. If not you then it is most likely one under your command. Lantern Guards Seize him and any from the wizards’ tower present at once!!” He commanded. The lanturns immediately drew and pointed their weapons at the bishop and his followers.

Elendil was sadly disappointed. He knew that the wizards had been set up, but by whom was unknown. He knew he had to get himself and his people to safety. With a quiet chant the symbol of the true wind rune glowed bright and a mighty gust of wind and gale kept the lantern guard at bay. Like the wind the Bishop and his people vanished into thin air.

Lolindir watched the whole scene unfold and remained silent. He knew something deeper was afoot but he had no evidence to support his inkling. As everyone was ordered to clear the area and return home or to their quarters Lolindir said quietly to Meiglin, “Just because a magic blade was used does not mean that it was a mage who killed Ingwe. A little too obvious don’t you think?” He said in a cold manner. Maeglin snarled quietly. He rolled his eyes and began to respond yet Lolindir had already walked off. Lolindir hugged Alatriel close to his muscular frame. “Come my dear. You must rest. I’m here for you.” Lolindir said tenderly to his fiancé. It was rare to hear such a mellow tone from him.

Voronwe approached Lolindir and Alatriel, “You are not the head councilman Lolindir. You must call an emergency council meeting tonight. We have much to discuss and to sort out.” Voronwe said in a fatherly tone. He was very much devastated by Ingwe’s death but he had hope in the new council head. Voronwe felt he could trust Lolindir to do what was right in most situations. However he did worry about the severity of Lolindir’s methods sometimes. Lolindir nodded affirmatively in response to Voronwe’s suggestion.

Mablung gave a dark smirk, “Congratulation High Councilman Lolindir. How fortunate for you in this time of tragedy.”

Lolindir simply replied, “How tasteless.” Before leaving the room with alatriel.

Luthor Huss

Luthor sat tucked away hidden in a back alley. He was still trying to take in all that had happened. He had almost forgotten that he needed to get out of the Fae territory fore the Lanturnes were doing a thorough sweep of the entire city area. He had to get out of there else he could be arrested and then discovered at the true assassin. “Damn, how do I get out of here so without getting caught? I already used up the little gift that Unicorn Keeper gave me. I owe him big…” Huss said to himself.

Just then a group of lanterns charged past the alleyway down the street in search of anyone as a suspect. Luthor ducked back against a wall and covered in shadow. Luckily he wasn’t seen but it wouldn’t be too long before the lanterns combed through the alleyways as well. Luthor then noticed the cobblestone a few paces away rumble slightly. Then a solid block of the stones moves up and over to reveal an opening in the ground. Huss grabbed his cat splitter ready for action but he noticed a young man appeared from the opening.



Huss gave a curious look and asked “Who the heck are you and where did you come from?”

The young man smiled brightly and waved at Luthor. “Ah! There you are Mr Huss! I’ve been looking all over for you! I’m Theodore Pohl. But you can call me Tepo if you like.” He bowed formally to Huss. “I’m a mortalis scout. Kile “Kneecaps” Turner sent me to find you and smuggle you back to safety. We’ll use the underground caverns to go back. We gotta hurry now or we’ll get caught.” Tepo said in a chipper tone. With that, he quickly hopped back down into the tunnel.

Huss was slightly puzzled. “Wow… Kile is amazing for being able to track me down to help get my sorry ass out of hot water. But I can’t believe this kid found me. Well no time to ponder about it.” Huss thought to himself. He followed Tepo down and sealed the entrance behind him.