Prince Aearion Turin's Story

Chapter 1: A brief visit home

The Ocean palace shimmered in the oceans depths. The rays of the sunlight shimmered down into the oceans depths and illuminated the ocean floor. The large expanse of coral housing structures glowed and bustled with its residents. Schools of beautiful fish swam freely. Aearion Turin son of the ruler of Mornenion swam gracefully through the underwater city toward Mornenion palace. The subjects all bowed to him as he and his entourage passed bye. Upon reaching the palace he dismissed his followers and continued through the winding corridors of the palace alone.

The throne room was made of a dark blue stone in a cave like manner. However things were grandly designed. The floors were polished and shiny; the walls were adorned with grand carvings of sea shells which bore warm orange light. There was much detail work put into every inch of the room.
“Father, I have returned from the eastern expanse.” Aearion bowed his torso to the King. He slowly raised his head and look at his father who sat sternly on the beautiful bejeweled coral throne.
(Aearion's Father image: http://i1122.photobucket.com/albums/l52 ... ehiron.jpg )

“Aearion Turin of Mornenion, what in the Eastern Expanse has kept you for such a prolonged length? Fore I have much desired to see the fair face of my son!” King Vehiron spoke in a commanding voice that billowed throughout the grand thrown room. His eyes gazed upon Aearion intensely. He then suddenly bore a bright smile on his mustached face. He motioned for Aearion to approach him.

Arearion looked up at his father with playful eyes and his serious expression quickly shifted to a silly little grin. He giggled a bit and swiftly swam to his father with open arms. The two gave each other a big embrace. They were glad to see each other. They were close and although they have indeed spent time apart they didn’t like to be gone for too long.

“How did business fare my son? Are the Merpeople of the Eastern Expanse fortified now?” King Vehiron asked cheerfully as the two loosened their embrace.
Aearion took a seat next to his father’s throne, “Yes father. The threat from the sharkmen to the Merpeople of the Eastern Expanse is now nullified. We were able to successfully erect the barrier spell using the Domqua Ritual. So we didn’t see any action. I was honestly a little bored. Next time please send me to carry out a more exciting task! I beg of you father!” Aearion said playfully as he tugged on his father’s muscular arm.

“Well… I could have you escort the Pearl Princesses to her palace in the North Eastern Expance. That’s would be interesting would it not?” Vehiron said with a smirk.

“No! I’d rather scrape barnacles from the palace walls than to be bored with that. Besides, she travels with a legion of Mermen to protect her in an already barrier fortified route. And she herself is more magically capable and able to protect herself. Sorry father, I respectfully decline!” Aearion replied with puffy cheeks.

“Hohoho… I was clearly joking my son! 450 years old and you still pout like a 20 year old merchild.” King Vehiron chuckled as he held his stomach. His face then became slightly more serious as his laughter faded. “In all seriousness, I do have a task for you. Unfortunately I will have to send you away a distance for this task as well.” King Vehiron motioned for a servant to approach him and give him a scroll.

“You are sending me away on business so soon father? I just arrived home. Well I’ll swim there and back, as fast as my fins and the current will carry me.” Aearion replied in a confident manner.

“Unfortunately my son, I mean to send you to the land above…” Vehiron’s voice echoed quietly in a serious tone.

“The surface, but why me!? I’ve only rarely ever gone there. Usually Sir Gaolian handles such affairs with the surface dwellers. He’s our ambassador not I!” Aearion’s face was troubled with confusion.

“Gaolian is gravely ill and is in no condition to travel. I fear he is to return to the flotsam soon. He is over 1,000 years old. He has lived long and a life of wisdom. It is nearing his time to let the sea cradle him in eternity. You are now a fitting candidate for becoming the new embassidor of Mornenion.” The king placed his hand on his son’s shoulder.

“I am allowed no say in this matter? I care not for the realm of the land and wish to have very little to do with it as possible.” Aearion shook his head in disagreement with his given task.

“You need to know the land for yourself. Learn of its people, its dangers, its goods and bads. You as a future ruler of our Race must add to your wisdom. You must know our allies and forge your own relationships with them. You must learn of our enemies for who they really are, not just what you believe they are. It is for this reason you shall be given the task of being Mornenion’s embassador. Prepare yourself to make frequent trips to the surface, fore the tides are changing and the need for our involvement becomes greater with each crashing wave.” Vehiron spoke firmly.

Vehiron’s words resonated within Aearion even when Aearion didn’t want to receive them. He knew that his father was wise and that he must prepare for change. “When and to where shall I depart father?” Aearion’s fair face looked on to his father with sadness.

“You are to depart for Arcadia tomorrow morning. You shall find the tower of the Seelie, and present the treaty renewal proclamation to them to sign once more. Familiarize yourself with it on your journey. Remember all that I taught you about land travel. You are to take two others with you for protection. I love you my son, and may the tide bring you back safely to me.” Verhiron embraced his son once more, this time with teary eyes.

“I promise I will fulfill my duty as crown prince. And… I love you too dear father.” Aearion returned Verhiron’s embrace tightly.

Chapter 4: The Bewitching Duke and the Peal Princess

Aearion prepared for his journey. He had more than enough equipment and food. He had the treaty and read it thoroughly. He hoped that all was accounted for. He turned to his attendant and asked, “What are the arrangements that my father has put into place for my travel companions? Are they to be arriving soon? I wish to be going soon.”

“Yes my lord, they are indeed in route and should be here any moment now. Unfortunately the king has kept details on your companions strictly confidential. I do not know their identities as of yet. My apologies my lordship.” The young looking attendant spoke with his upper torso tilted downward in a bow.

“Very well. However inform the coordinators of this matter that soon I shall leave without them if they do not arrive.” Aearion spoke impatiently. He turned his back to the attendant and stared out into the open see. He stood (ooc: ‘stood’ for lack of a better word) in a corridor near the gates of the palace.

“Yes my lord, I will inform them right away.” The young merman swiftly hurried off to deliver the message.

A brief moment later the young attendant returned and announced the arrival of Lorien the Royal Advisor and Aranhil Rinion, son of Nibensiren, the Duke of Ilaria the Western Sea. Aearion looked up quickly in surprise of the mention of Aranhil Rinion. He had not seen his cousin in many years. Aranhil swam slowly into the room, his gaze fix upon the sea floor. He stopped and looked at Aearion and bowed in respect.

“Aranhil, to what do I owe you this visit my cousin? I have not lain eyes on you in many a year. How many has it been now?” Aearion asked in a slightly jovial tone.

“It’s been about six years now to be exact Aearion.” Aranhil responded rather plainly.

“Really now? Yes I remember it was the day you were appointed acting Duke of Ilaria! What a joyous occasion that was! Well now, have you come to see me off? You’re just in time actually my escorts should be here at any moment.” Aearion spoke swiftly and in a cheerful manner.

“He’s not here to see you off my young Lord Aearion, he IS one of your two escorts.” Lorien the advisor spoke in an annoyed manner to the young prince. “Your father personally chose him to protect you on your journey.” Lorien spoke snidely. He was much older than the two mermen and looked it as well. His grey hair billowed in the current.

“I was not informed of this… well, I hope that you will be able to handle the journey. It may not be easy we shall be on the land and” Aearion carried on trying to adjust his disposition. As he continued talking he sounded increasingly ornery. Aranhil cut him off before Aearion could further belittle him.

“I will be just fine thank you. I have far more experience with land dwellers than you know cousin. You wouldn’t realize that, seeing as how me and the Western sea Ilaria are no more than a mere after thought in your fickle head. I am not feared by all sailors that sail the oceans of Ilaria and the others as ‘Aran the Bewitcher’ for novelty reasons. I know you are not pleased to have me along but do know that neither am I. So let’s not be false.” Aranhil spoke frankly and his bewitching eyes glowed icy blue.

Aearion was mortified by Aranhil’s attitude. He stood there with his eyes wide and muscles tensing up. He was ready to fire off a tyrannical response when Lorien, who was content as a bystander of the quarrel, broke in to announce the arrival of the second travel companion and their guide.

“AH-HEM!! May I announce Merilwen Vanamarilla Princess of Airemana, the daughter of Limdur, Duke of Airemana the Eastern Sea, and Scholar of Land matters. The two bickering mermen sharply turned their attention to the entrance of the room. In swam Merilwen adorned with beautiful jeweled seashells that covered her breasts. Her red hair flowed gracefully in the water as she moved.

“Prince Aearion, Duke Aranhil, I am most grateful to be able to accompany you both as your guide! This shall indeed be a wonderful adventure!” Merilwen was so cheery. Her joy dissolved the tension between the Prince and duke almost instantly.

“The pearl princess… is to accompany us? My have we been blessed with favor. You have indeed grown more radiant with the tide!” Aranhil praised her as he swam a circle around her thin body. His smile was great. The Merilwen was like a little sister to him and he had been so busy that he rarely was able to see her.

“You are much to kind Aranhil!” Merilwen said with a Rosie blush.

“I am very much surprised that you were chosen by father. This will indeed be difficult and dangerous. Are you sure you can handle the journey? We cannot always protect you from harm’s way.” Aearion warned Merilwen.

“Not to worry my lord. I have an abundance of magic in my heart and will also be a shield for you. I will guide the way. I have spent most all of my life studying about the land.” Merilwen was expecting some form of disapproval of her choice as a companion to the Prince. Because she is a woman there were those who believe that she was weaker and had no place in politics. She hoped the prince would not think in this way. After all, it was Aearion’s father that selected her personally.

The three finished preparations and were ready to embark on their journey.

Chapter 7: Treacherous Transport

With the arrival of their transportation, the Barracuda clan, Aearion, Aranhil, and Merilwen set out for the currents to take them to The Docks. The Barracuda clan was once an autonomous clan amongst the waters of the Ocean Kingdoms. They were vicious predators of the seas which once controlled a large portion of the depths. They were much larger than the average Barracuda. One day the Barracuda clan suddenly attacked the cities of the Mer kingdom. They were fought off by the Mer warriors. The King of Morenion, Vehiron, once subjugated the rouge clans of the Barracuda and made them subservient to the Mer kingdom. However being a race of creatures that deal in surprise attacks, they lie in wait for the most opportune moment to strike and deal a heavy blow to the Mer Kingdom. Three royals in their grasp and unguarded, this was indeed a chance they would never have again so now was the time to strike.

“We shall make good time in today’s currents my lords and lady.” Spoke one of the six large Barracudas in a cold dark, whispery manner. Each of the royals sat each in their own carriage, made of coral. Two barracudas affixed to reins, held by one of the royals, pulled a coral carriage along. Then the fish took off at full speed.

While traveling the through the currents the shifty barracudas signaled each other with their large glassy eyes. They would strike when the group got close to the shore of The Docks. “We are almost there. Please make your preparations for disembarking my lords and lady.” Spoke another one of the six barracudas. This was the key phrase to initiate the strike.

The barracudas swiftly snipped at the reigns that held each other and set themselves free of the royals grasp. They swam forward and whipped back around to attack. Aearion quickly conjured up his bow and arrows and shot two barracudas in one shot piercing their gills and killing them instantly. Merilwen summoned a large protective clam that encased her for defense and the two barracudas that snapped at her swam full speed into the clam stunning them. Aranhil hurled a barrage of explosive pellets that blow holes in the remaining four barracudas. They drifted in the water writhing in pain as they died.

“A just reward to you foul beasts to have thought you’d warm us! May the bottom feeders devour your flesh slowly!” Aearion exclaimed.

“I suppose they were to be expected to be so treacherous. I could never fully let my guard down with a barracuda.” Aranhil replied calmly as he stared at the descending barracuda carcasses.

Merilwen turned to the two mermen and looked up to the surface above. “The surface is only a few seconds away. We shall approach the docks soon. We must however be careful the docks harbor many working humans. They often load things on and off of the ships for the beings of Arcadia. Humans are weary and fearful of us because of our history with them. We must make sure that we do not attack or even seem aggressive so that they understand that we are here on a peace mission, not to harm them.” Merilwen informed the two, she was little affected by the previous event.

The three finally reached the water’s surface and floated in the tide as they watched the bustling docks. “We shall proceed. Let it be known that we represent our proud and magnificent race while here on the soil of the land.” Aearion’s voice carried on in a regal manner. He began to swim toward the shore. The other two followed closely behind him.

The human workers consisted of import and export cargo haulers. They were very busy loading and unloading large crates and boxes of items from abroad. There were also many ships docked, some were cargo vassals others were pirate ships docked and refueling. There were also pirates along the docks amongst the workers. The three Mer royals arose from the water as they reached the docks. They levitated over the wooden boards. One of the men in the bird’s nest of a docked ship noticed the three Mer people as they floated gracefully toward the land. “MER-FOLKS A COMIN’!!!! MER-FOLKS A COMIN’!!!! DON’T LET THEM DRAG YOU IN THE WATER!! THEY’VE COME FOR THE CARGO…!!” He yelled in a manner only watchmen could accomplish. The man’s gruff and loud voice billowed throughout the docks. The many men were alerted and all ran to arm themselves with swords, harpoons, spears, and staffs.

“This is not what you had in mind Merilwen… They will try to kill us. I don’t want to harm them but we cannot allow them to bring harm to the Prince. So I pray you forgive me now, if they strike so shall I.” Aranhil warned the Mer princess quietly, his eyes fixed on the surrounding human workers and pirates.

“Filthy human fools discard your weapons and let us PASS!! We are NOT petty thieves and murderers as you assume!” Aearion commanded the humans in a tone that carried his disdain for his audience.

One of the pirates present suddenly launched a wooden spear at Aearion. “My lord please watch out!” Merilwen shouted she quickly placed her hands over her mouth and extended them forward, blowing out subzero air which froze the flying spear solid. She then struck the spear with her tail and it shattered into pieces of ice shards.

A distinct, somewhat raspy, voice appeared from the crowd, “Boys… boys… don’t be so hasty! Don’t you see these aren’t our garden variety fish fold here. Their armor and abundance of fine jewels, these are royals.” The voice drew closer. The crowd of men parted revealing the mystery speaker. http://i1122.photobucket.com/albums/l52 ... posite.jpg

“You… but how?” Merilwen gasped quietly to herself. Aranhil glanced over at Merilwen in confusion.

A pirate by the name of Brandeau approached the front of the crowd. The other men respected and feared this man. He stood tall and thin, his hair was long and pure white and tied in to a ponytail. He wore a long blue pirate coat with no shirt underneath to cover is slightly lean chest. His loosely buttoned pants were dark navy blue and he wore high black pirate boots. He wore an eye patch over his right eye. He looked to be around the age of 50.

“Well my dear, if you don’t look a day older than the day you were dragged onto my ship.” Brandeau spoke with a wide grin on his face. “Surprised to see me? I’m sure surprised to see you.” He began to laugh. Merilwen was too shocked to respond. “By the way, whatever happened to good ole Aiden? He’s the only pirate to ever successfully steal anything away from me ya know.” Brandeau stepped closer to Merilwen.

“Step not an inch closer lest I cast a spell on you.” Aranhil warned with hiss of the voice, his eyes illuminated an icy dark blue color. Brandeau ceased his advance.

“Let them pass. Let them pass! Do not harm them for they are guests of the Seelie!!” A merchant elf approached the commotion as he spoke. He was the one of the owners of the port area. The men quickly cleared away as he came through. “Back to work you simpletons! And as for our Pirate, guests…. I suggest you see your attention elsewhere.” He commanded the humans and they obeyed. Brandeau began to walk away.

“I’ll be seeing more of you my dear. Then we can REALLY chat. I’ll be waiting and I’ve got all the time in the world.” Brandeau chuckled as he looked Merilwen up and down and quickly sprinted off.

“Are you alright? My deepest apologies for this riff raff! Welcome to the land of Arcadia!” The elf spoke with a bright smile.

Chapter 10: The Merchant, the Mermaid, and the Pirate

written by masato22

Aranhil stared silently at Merilwen while Aearion spoke with the Merchant Elf. He was indeed bothered by Brandeau the pirate’s familiarity with Merilwen. She was collecting her thoughts in silence as the possibility of her secret being revealed increased with the presence of Brandeau lurking about.

“Thank you for your welcome. The presence of those horrible humans attempting to attack us was indeed discouraging to our cause. I pray that you gain better control of them in the future, fore next time I will ruin them if they dare to strike at me again.” Aearion was furious that a human had the gall to attack them. He very much carried a low opinion of them.

“I’m so very sorry Prince of the great seas! Such foolishness will not happen again under my watch. These humans are of the working class slaves. They are ignorant brutes, pay them no mind please. I am Finrod Sáralondë. I am a high ranking elf of the Trade industry.” The Merchant replied in apology.

“Working class slaves? May I ask what that is exactly?” Aranhil broke is gaze away from Merilwen and inquired of the Elf.

“They are humans owned by elves and are sent to work in the docks to earn extra money for their masters. The working class slave is usually the head of a slave family, for example, the father and husband of a slave woman and child. The slave women and children are more so fit for work in the home. However, the men are better able to accomplish physical labor such as the import and export hauling of the docks, or the coal mine excavation sites. ” Finrod explained with a proud look on his face. Merilwen cringed a little as she listened to him go on about the use of human slaves.

“And would you happen to know and be able to tell me who the man that approached us was? Fore I much desire to know of his status.” Aranhil requested of the elf. He was very curious about that man and noticed that he seemed to be much different than the other humans present at the docks.

“Ah, THAT human…” The elf spoke with a noticeable attitude. “He is not a slave unfortunately. He is a Pirate named Brandeau. He’s not of Arcadia and I am not sure of which land he hails from. Pirates are not bound by slave status. They are indeed EXTEMELY low class citizens in Arcadia due to them being human. However because they are foreign and are undocumented they belong to no one. They are only allowed to remain in Arcadia for short time and are not allowed to take up residence here lest they become citizens and run the risk of enslavement.” Finrod spoke in an dull voice that showed his disdain for the pirate class and his annoyance with having to waste his time explaining them. “Please my lord Aranhil, am I correct?” The elf inquired, Aranhil nodded in confirmation before the elf continued. “Don’t concern yourself with matters relating to those low lives. The Festival of Unity will be afoot soon and you have the treaty that you wish to have signed. I was informed ahead of time. Are you prepared to make your way through Anaon? I could have an escort take you through the forests.” Finrod spoke.

“That’s quite alright we have a guide the lady Merilwen Vanamarilla. She knows about the land in abundance. However thank you kindly for your generous offer. If only other races were as hospitable as the elvan race.” Aearion spoke in a princely manner. “Shall we see you in Anaon dear sir?” He asked.

“I will be present there soon. I have import and export records to file with the administration of the Seelie. Well I wish you the most pleasant of travels and enjoy the festival. Good day royal highness Aearion, Duke Aranhil, and Princess Merilwen!” Finrod bowed elegantly and began to head for a docked ship barking out orders to the toiling human slave workers.

“Let us continue forward. Merilwen lead on please.” Aearion turned to the princess with a smile. He had gotten over his frustration with the human dock workers and Pirates.

“Oh, y-yes my lord.” Merilwen was pulled from her deep train of thought. She was relieved that Finrod had left. She very much disliked the sight of how the humans were treated along the docks. And to hear Finrod gloat about their enslavement so proudly made her look at him with less respect. The elegant elvan man turned out to be little more than a high class slave driver in her eyes. She wished that she could one day change the mindset of men like him. “We will approach a river soon. It is the central river of Arcadia. The area of the river closest to the docks is without a bridge. However that is not a problem for us.” Merilwen snickered a little to herself.

The three passed through the docks. There were many humans that were astounded by the rare sight of merpeople on the land. The sailors and pirates were accustomed to seeing or even catching them on a rare occasion. However a land bound human would merely hear of them in tales and see them in pictures. They gasped and awed at the sight of the three majestic royals. Merpeople were considered unlucky to catch to sailors, they were known to summon storms and tsunami waves in order to escape capture. They were a sight to behold.

As they crossed the border of the docks Aranhil, still curious about Brandeau, began to question Merilwen. “Merilwen, you have met that pirate before have you not? Why was he so familiar with you? His conversation disturbed me.” Aranhil spoke calmly.

Merilwen’s etyes opened wide in surprise. She hadn’t expected Aranhil or Aearion to ask her about the ordeal given the distraction Finrod provided. Aearion ceased his advance and turned to Merilwen. “Yes, Aranhil brings up a very curious point indeed. Tell us what this is about and answer honestly.” Aearion warned Merilwen calmly.

The pearl princess sighed and looked down to the ground below. She then turned to the docks behind them. She bagan to move her hands in a manner that looked like she was smoothing out a sphere shape. The air in between her hands carried a mist of ice that soon formed an icy statuette in Brandeau’s likeness. “That pirate… almost killed me once.” Merilwen spoke solemnly. The other’s eyes widened in shock. “During the reign of Humanity, I was one day swimming along the surface of the sea. I desired to see the sun and fill my lugs with air. There appeared a large pirate ship. I quickly ducked beneath the surface but they were fishing and threw out a large net. I got caught and dragged on board. Brandeau was the captain of that ship. He said that the flesh of merpeople was known to give a human immortality if consumed. He was going to kill me and sell me to someone who desired to live forever.” Her tone was filled with sorrow.

“Why didn’t you say anthing about this before?! How did you escape!?” Aearion asked desperately. He was mortified by the tale.

“I… was saved by a man. A young, human, gentlemen on board the ship disliked the fate that was being affixed to my life by Brandeau. He, under the cover of night, snuck me away on a rowboat to the shore of Arcadia. His name was Aiden Vanderhill.
(Young Aiden Image: http://i1122.photobucket.com/albums/l52 ... -36013.png ) I was afraid at first but he was kind and gentle. He and I spoke and became friends. He set me free.” Merilwen smiled as if lost in a daydream.

“What became of him? If that was the age of the Reign of Humanity, he must have passed away.” Aranhil inquired calmly.

“He and I… fell in love. We saw each other every day. He lived secluded not far from a deserted shore of Arcadia where Brandeau could not find him. He was my source of happiness. He grew older, because he was human, and as he aged I did not.
(Aiden Aged image: http://i1122.photobucket.com/albums/l52 ... trophe.jpg )
He was just as handsome in my eyes and I loved him not a fraction less than the day we fell in love. He grew sick and this sickness threatened to take him from me. I offered him immortality and he refused. He said that he was but a season in my life and that his time to end had come.” Merilwen’s expression grew sorrowful. “On his deathbed I couldn’t cease crying. My tears glowed and somehow he became trapped, incased in a magical crystal. I knew not of the spell I cast, whether to call it a blessing or a curse. He lives in suspended animation asleep in crystal. I want to break this spell this is why I desire to know as much about the land and it’s magic to set him free. I know you may frown upon my love for a human my lords, I pray that you grant me forgiveness and understanding.”

Aearion was in shock. He couldn’t bring himself to yet speak. Aranhil floated over to Merilwen and gave her a gentle hug. “I dare not cast scorn onto your heart. I am grateful to the man that saved your life and blessed your heart with tender love. If this human has indeed treated you well I have no objection to him.” Aranhil encouraged Merilwen with a smile.

Aearion collected himself, “I do not understand how such attraction to a human being is possible, but… I shall try my best to understand. Your gentle heart is far too kind and gracious. Perhaps we can all learn to love as openly as you do. I suppose we shall have to find a way to restore this human to animation. But, he is most definitely going to have to get my approval before you are to have the sea’s blessing.” Aearion said sternly, trying to suppress his smile.

“Oh Thank you Prince Aearion, Duke Aranhil!! You have my deepest thanks!” Merilwen shed tears of joy.

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, his eyes glowed with a serious intensity.

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 20: Questioning the Elvan Half Orc

Voronwe, after the council meeting, paced quickly through the halls of the Seelie. He was on a mission to find Mablung the half orc, half elf. He was highly upset and confused as to why he would object to the Mer Kingdom’s treaty that was proposed at the council meeting held earlier that day. He wanted to get to the bottom of Mablung’s reasoning because he believed that something was majorly off about this council activity.

Voronwe checked Mablung’s quarters and there he was, seated at his desk. The bronze Half elf sat looking over a few documents of various importance. Upon Voronwe’s entrance which was not very quiet, Mablung looked up in an annoyed manner. “Voronwe… I would ask what brought you here but I’d rather see you leave.” Mablung sneered.

“What reason have you to oppose that treaty today?! And to propose that the Mer Kingdoms of Morenion join in on the war front of the land kingdoms given a war starts? That’s preposterous!! Explain yourself!!” Voronwe was very angry. It was not often that his temper rose like this however this issue was close to him.

“First of all COUNCILMAN, I will have you get this one thing clear and that is I need not explain ANYTHING to YOU… Secondly even if I were inclined to give anyone an explanation you would be nearly last on my list of candidates. Given your bias….” The Bronze half orc sneered.

“Excuse me? What do you mean bias?” Voronwe questioned in confusion, his eyebrow raised and eyes squinted.

“I mean that you and the Duke of Illaria have been quite comfortable… with one another as of late. And I would call the boyfriend of a councilman’s interest as an obvious bias.” Mablung retorted as a wicked smile crept across his face.

“How did…” Voronwe began.

“Oh you’re surprised? I thought all of the Seelie knew that the walls have ears AND eyes…” Mablung began to laugh. “I’m just protecting Arcadia by protecting the Seelie, and if the Merpeople are a necessary piece in this chess game I shall use them. It seems you use them too however in a different way… hahaha…” Mablung mocked.

Voronwe was repulsed. His eyes actually began to tear. He was truly offended. “You are disgusting…. We’re done.” Voronwe exhaled strongly and began to turn toward the door.

“Good… I hope the two of you can have a child that actually lives long enough for you to actually see. Hmph.” Mablung scoffed and began to snicker.

Voronwe’s eye began to widen. He turned around and glared at Mablung. “If I were not sworn into a pact of brotherhood with you… I’d kill you right here and now!” Voronwe then whipped around and stormed out of the room. He quickly charged through the elvan halls of the Seelie and into the garden. He sat down on a bench surrounded by flowers and he began to weep. He was emotionally full. His deceased wife and child were always a sore subject for him and his newfound emotions for Aranhil, the Duke of Ilaria, was quickly becoming another sensitive subject as well. Aranhil happened to be exploring the Seelie and came across the Garden where Voronwe sat conflicted.

“Lord Voronwe, are you alright? You look to be in sorrowful tides.” Aranhil swam across the air and sat down next to Voronwe. He placed his hand on the councilman’s back and began to gently rub him in an effort to calm him some.

“Sorrowful tides… a very appropriate saying. Is it a common phrase for merpeople to say?” Voronwe asked with a slight smile. He was beginning to feel much calmer with Aranhil present.

“Yes it is. We often describe things by the tides. I suppose it’s far more practical for those of the sea but not the land.” Aranhil said with a smile. He then wiped the tears away from Voronwe’s cheeks. “We merpeople don’t often see tears. But to actually witness them is sadder than simply knowing that one is crying. I want for you to be at peace and to be happy. What is the matter Voronwe?” Aranhil inquired.

“I am much disappointed in how your treaty was treated today. I apologize for my people’s rudeness.” Voronwe spoke in a sulky tone.

“You need not apologize. Politics exists everywhere the land and sea are no exceptions. I am most glad that you are in our corner. And most of all, I am ever glad that you are in my corner. Thank you Voronwe.” Areanhil said and hugged Voronwe closely.
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Aearion and Merilwen sat in Merilwen’s quarters. They were trying to take it easy after an ‘eventful’ council meeting. Aearion did not want to discuss the events of the meeting any further. Merilwen asked him if he was alright and he was, for the most part. Aearion was simply ready to place his mind on to something else.

“Merilwen, about this human lover you want to help, where is he located? We shall have to make a trip to see where he is crystalized. If we examine him we might be able to find some sort of clue as to how to set him free.” Aearion suggested as he smiled. He felt relaxed now that he was able to think of something else.

“He lived in a small cottage on the edge of Anaon. It stood by the seaside. It is still there. When we return to the sea it might be easier to get there. Or we could go on our way back to the ocean, but we’d need a guide.” Merilwen looked upward in thought.

“I see. Well perhaps the dryad that we met, what was her name?” Aearion asked.

“Elemmire, her name was Elemmire.” Merilwen informed.

“Yes, Perhaps Elemmire can guide us through Anaon. We shall ask her when we see her.” Aearion patted Merilwen on the shoulder. The festival of unity would follow the next day and they would hopefully see Elemmire then.

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 25: The Pirate Resurfaces

as written by RichterGotz and Masato22

Luthor suddenly realized that he was being spoken to. His smile faded, suspicion immediately taking hold.

"Do you want a stone, sir?"

The creature standing before him was strange; if a bat could breed with a human, it would look like this. Suddenly, the tales from the Goblin Market night scene returned to him. Stories of foul monsters that drank the blood of the living and could shape-shift into a bat. Luthor's hand strayed to the hilt of his cleaver. Still, the being seemed friendly enough, though he was not an expert on the facial expressions of bats. She, since the being's body type and form suggested a female, was holding a small stone in her hand. A simple script character had been engraved on its surface. Luthor took it in his hand and held it up to his face; the taste of iron suddenly crawled across his tongue. It was enchanted, then; probably a simple ward meant as a good luck charm.

Luthor smiled as he eyed it. To be honest, he needed all the luck he could get today. He glanced back at the she-bat.

"How much?" He asked. "Or is this so you can earn some charity points in the afterlife?"

He could feel the brutish power runes that ran down Gram's blade resonant with the simple luck charm.



Faramire Elessar and Eldeen

"Oh, thank you for the explanation sir...?" Krel trailed off. "My name is Krel Erro. Are you Eldeen?" he asked, addressing the unicorn.

Eldeen nodded his head and telepathically responded to Krel. “Yes, I am Eldeen of the Pale Crystal Wood. It is a pleasure to meet you Krel Erro. I’ve but a few occasions to have seen a Gargoyle before. Faramire and I do not often leave the Pale Crystal Wood so it is indeed refreshing to meet all of Arcadia’s wonderful citizens. Gargoyles are often found in cities with lots of stone correct? I would imagine that to be ideal for you.” Eldeen’s voice was deep and soothing, the listener usually felt a warmth in their heart when he spoke.

“My apologies for barging into your thoughts. Fore Eldeen and I are slightly telepathic to a certain degree and we often hear the random thoughts of others. I definitely did not intend to be so rude my friend. I sense you were having trouble with something. As a courtesy to you I offer my assistance to you in any way I can.” Faramire spoke to Krel with a smile.

The Mer Royals

While the three Mer Royals spoke with Elemmire the Dryad regarding visiting the cottage in the woods, the home of Aiden Vanderhill. They planned to see what they could do to set him free from his crystalized state. Elemmire saw a peculiar figure in the crowd. It was Brandeau the pirate. He walked through the crowd looking at all of the festivities. He was a human but not a slave and that fact seriously bothered many an Arcadian.

“Who’s that mysterious man over there? He looks to be quite the bad boy…” Elemmire pointed to the man whom she found to be attractive.

Merilwen, Aearion, and Aranhil looked over to where Elemmire pointed only to the pirate Brandeau. Brandeau also spotted the group and a sarcastic grin crept across his face. He walked over toward the group and waved hello. “Well… my, my, my! It’s so nice to run into you fine Merfolks today! I knew I’d probably see you on stage or something but not in the crowd itself! I’ve become quite a lucky fellow!” Brandeau spoke in a cool raspy voice.

“Why would you come here? Aren’t you afraid someone would try to enslave you?” Merilwen protested.

“Well you see my dear, my documents are firm and in order so I should be having little to no trouble with that love. Perhaps I’ll spend the day with you then love. Since good ole Aiden is nowhere to be seen, I might as well keep you company.” Brandeau replied with a grin. He placed his arm around Merilwen’s shoulder and Merilwen responded by frosting over his hand. He quickly pulled it away.

“Alright, alright love. I get it. I mean you no harm, just putting it out there. My qualms with you are settled love. I’m more interested in my personal vendetta with Aiden. By the way… You wouldn’t happen to have heard the name Luthor Huss before have you?” Brandeau asked.

“Why no I have not heard that name before.” Merilwen responded curiously.

“That’s certainly not an elvish name, so if this Huss is a human, we certainly wouldn’t have heard of him. Nor do we care to know him.” Aearion sneered.

“Well, I’m Elemmire it’s a pleasure to meet you Mr…?” Elemmire introduced herself flirtatiously.

“Ah~ How could I ignore such a beautiful petal? My apologies love, I am Brandeau. It’s a pleasure to meet you miss Elemmire! I am most glad to meet a Dryad most beautiful like you.” Brandeau responded with a smile. Elemmire blushed as Brandeau kissed her hand.

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.