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Voronwe Saeldur

"Miracles aren't as rare as one believes. Just have faith in them."

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a character in “A Bedtime Tale of Arcadia”, as played by masato22

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"Miracles aren't as rare as one believes. Just have faith in them."


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Full Name: Voronwe Saeldur (Meaning Faithful and Wise)

Nicknames/Aliases: “The Miracle invoking Elf”

Age: 622 years old

Gender: Male

Species: Half Elf/ Fairy

Occupation: Fae Council Member and Elemental Sage, EX Seelie Warrior

Faction Affiliation: Seelie

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Description: Voronwe is tall and muscular yet not bulky. He has fair skin. His ears are pointed because he is an elf.His hair is a silvery white color and is usually pulled back into a ponytail, while the rest of his hair drapes down his back. He usually dons robes and sometimes light elvish armor and chainmail. His eyes are blue.

Personality
Personality: Voronwe is very calm and father like to those he meets. He is blessed with considerable wisdom and kindness. He is slow to speak and his presence calms and comforts. He has a playful sense of humor and a romantic side that often displays itself with members of both sexes. He very much enjoys learning new things. It takes much provoking for Voronwe to become upset. The sight of injustice makes him angry swiftly.


Skills: Voronwe is a skilled fighter and wields strong magic. He is skilled with the use of elvish swards, bow and arrows, and magician's staves. He possesses elemental and miracle invoking magic. He has the ability to speak to the elements and cause phenomenon to happen. This could be calling upon storms, lightning, wind, fissures, and many other happenings. He can speak to all creatures and summon many nearby beings to his aide. His Miracle invoking magic has a wide range of possibilities from healing capabilities to situation altering capabilities. He knows basic elemental spells and barrier magic. He is efficient in light based magic

Weaknesses: He does not like to harm others and will refrain from violence unless it is his only option. Voronwe being half fairy is unsettled by iron. It makes him anxious and difficult for him to concentrate. His Miracle magic is not always sure to work. He chants or speaks a prayer into existence and if his faith is sufficient the spell goes through. The failures of his magic are far fewer than his successes.

Equipment
Sometimes carries a magic staff, his spells are stronger when he channels energy through the staff.

History

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Brief History: Voronwe Saeldur is a high council member of the Seelie. He was born half elf half fairy. Given his breed of elf he has inherited the rare Miracle Invoking Magic. During the war to end the reign of humanity Voronwe fought only out of loyalty to the Fae. He doesn’t approve of the slavery of humans and thus does not own any human slaves himself. He has indeed purchased the freedom of a few humans slaves and sent them abroad to live in freedom outside of Arcadia. However the council reprimanded him for such behavior and forbid him from continuing his “treacherous” activities.

Voronwe married an elvish noblewoman named Laerwen after the fall of humanity. He and her lived happily and were to have a child. Laerwen’s brother was murdered by a runaway human slave by the name of Luthor Huss. Laerwen and her brother shared a deep bond and upon his murder Laerwen lost the desire to live and the grace of life simply slipped from her. She passed away in sorrow along with her and Voronwe’s unborn child. Voronwe was indeed devastated by her passing and the loss of his child as well. He has since looked after his Niece in law. He wishes for peace amongst the races of Arcadia and is a major voice of reason on the council.



Other: Voronwe doesn’t dislike humans. He is very kind to them. He is reminded of his brother-in- law’s murder when he thinks of the recent murder of the Elvish nobleman.

So begins...

Voronwe Saeldur's Story

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Characters Present

Character Portrait: Alatariel Léralondë Character Portrait: Prince Aearion Turin Character Portrait: Merilwen Vanamarilla Character Portrait: Ingwe Leralonde Character Portrait: Aranhil Rinion Character Portrait: Finrod Saralonde
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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 SĂĄralondĂ«, 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.

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Characters Present

Character Portrait: Alatariel LĂ©ralondĂ« Character Portrait: Lolindir Fefalas Character Portrait: Prince Aearion Turin Character Portrait: Merilwen Vanamarilla Character Portrait: Ingwe Leralonde Character Portrait: Amroth TelrĂșnya
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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 RĂșmil NĂ©nharma!” (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. LĂłlindir FĂ«falas (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 TelrĂșnya! 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.

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Characters Present

Character Portrait: Alatariel Léralondë Character Portrait: Lolindir Fefalas Character Portrait: Prince Aearion Turin Character Portrait: Merilwen Vanamarilla Character Portrait: Prince Faramire Elessar (Eldeen) Character Portrait: Ingwe Leralonde
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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.

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Character Portrait: Alatariel Léralondë Character Portrait: Prince Aearion Turin Character Portrait: Merilwen Vanamarilla Character Portrait: Prince Faramire Elessar (Eldeen) Character Portrait: Ingwe Leralonde Character Portrait: Aranhil Rinion
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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.

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Character Portrait: Lolindir Fefalas Character Portrait: Prince Aearion Turin Character Portrait: Merilwen Vanamarilla Character Portrait: Prince Faramire Elessar (Eldeen) Character Portrait: Luthor Huss Character Portrait: Ingwe Leralonde
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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 LĂłlindir FĂ«falas’ 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.

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Character Portrait: Prince Aearion Turin Character Portrait: Merilwen Vanamarilla Character Portrait: Mablung Tasartir Character Portrait: Aranhil Rinion Character Portrait: Aiden Vanderhill Character Portrait: Elemmire the dryad
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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.